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How To Rob

50 Cent

[Produced by Trackmasters] [Intro: The Madd Rapper & 50 Cent] Yo, yo, yo, yo, y'all 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. I got my nigga 50 Cent, yo, this is how [?] to rob a industry nigga, yo Don't take this shit serious, though, we just bugging the fuck out One time But y'all can take it how you 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, tell Puff, ''You want to see her again? Dance your ass down to the nearest ATM'' I have dreams of fucking a 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 the 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? See 50 Cent LiveGet tickets as low as $15You might also like[Chorus: The Madd Rapper] This ain't serious (Uh-uh) Being broke can make you delirious (Word) So we rob and steal so our wallets can be bigger 50 Cent, how it feel to rob a 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 wallets can be bigger 50 Cent, how it feel to rob a 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 mines? 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! [Chorus: The Madd Rapper] This ain't serious (Uh-uh) Being broke can make you delirious (Word) So we rob and steal so our wallets can be bigger 50 Cent, how it feel to rob a 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 wallets can be bigger 50 Cent, how it feel to rob a 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 a 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 not21

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Southern Hospitality

Ludacris

[Intro: Ludacris & (Pharrell)] We drop bows on 'em, bows on 'em, when we We drop bows on 'em, bows on 'em, when we (throw dem 'bows) We drop bows on 'em, bows on 'em, when we We drop bows on 'em, bows on 'em, when we (throw dem 'bows) [Verse 1: Ludacris] Cadillac grills, Cadillac mills Check out the oil my Cadillac spills Matter of fact, candy-paint Cadillacs kill So check out the hoes my Cadillac fills 20-inch wide, 20-inches high Ho, don't you like my 20-inch ride? 20-inch thighs make 20-inch eyes Hoping for American 20-inch pies Pretty-ass clothes, pretty-ass toes Oh, how I love these pretty-ass hoes Pretty-ass, high-class, anything goes Catch 'em in the club throwing pretty-ass bows Long john drawers, long john stalls Any stank puss make my long john pause Women on their cell making long john calls And if they like to juggle, get long john's balls [Chorus: Ludacris & Pharrell Williams] All my players in the house that can buy the bar And the ballin'-ass niggas with the candy cars If you a pimp and you know you don't love them hoes When you get on the floor, nigga, throw dem bows All my women in the house if you chasing cash And you got some big titties with a matching ass With your fly-ass boots or your open-toes When you get on the floor, nigga, throw dem 'bows See Ludacris LiveGet tickets as low as $37You might also like[Verse 2: Ludacris] Dirty South mind blowing Dirty South bread Catfish fried up, Dirty South fed Sleep in a cot'-picking Dirty South bed Dirty South gurrls give me Dirty South head Hand-me-down flip-flops, hand-me-down socks Hand-me-down drug dealers hand me down rocks Hand me down a 50-pack Swisher Sweets box And goodfella rich niggas hand me down stocks Mouth full of platinum, mouth full of gold 40-Glock cal' keep your mouth on hold Lie through your teeth, you could find your mouth cold And rip out your tongue cause of what your mouth told Sweat for the lemonade, sweat for the tea Sweat from the hot sauce, sweat from the D And you can sweat from a burn in the 3rd degree And if you sweat in your sleep, then you sweat from me [Chorus: Ludacris & Pharrell Williams] All my players in the house that can buy the bar And the ballin'-ass niggas with the candy cars If you a pimp and you know you don't love them hoes When you get on the floor, nigga, throw dem bows All my women in the house if you chasing cash And you got some big titties with a matching ass With your fly-ass boots or your open-toes When you get on the floor, nigga, throw dem 'bows [Verse 3: Ludacris] Hit by stars, hit by cars Drunk off the liquor getting hit by bars Keep your girl close cause she's a hit, by far Hit by the Neptunes, hit by guitars Afro picks, Afro-chicks I let my "Soul Glow" from my Afro dick Rabbit out the hat, pulling Afro tricks Afro-American, Afro thick Overall country, overall jeans Overall Georgia, we overall clean "Southern Hospitality" or "overall mean" Overall triple, overall beams Thugged-out niggas wear thugged-out chains Thugged-out blocks playing thugged-out games All black, tinted up thugged-out Range DTP stay doing thugged out thangs [Chorus: Ludacris & Pharrell Williams] All my players in the house that can buy the bar And the ballin'-ass niggas with the candy cars If you a pimp and you know you don't love them hoes When you get on the floor, nigga throw dem bows All my women in the house if you chasing cash And you got some big titties with a matching ass With your fly-ass boots or your open-toes When you get on the floor, nigga, throw dem 'bows All my players in the house that can buy the bar And the ballin'-ass niggas with the candy cars If you a pimp and you know you don't love them hoes When you get on the floor, nigga, throw dem bows All my women in the house if you chasing cash And you got some big titties with a matching ass With your fly-ass boots or your open-toes When you get on the floor, nigga throw dem 'bows [Outro: Pharrell Williams] Nigga, throw dem 'bows Nigga, throw dem 'bows Nigga, throw dem 'bows Nigga, throw dem 'bows8

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Losin’ My Love

Juelz Santana

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

Rock

Hey Papi

JAY-Z

[Verse 1 - Jay-Z] Ay yo I got a resolution This year I'm playing right No 6:15 this year, yeah, you can stay the night We can go bowling, it ain't like before Can't y'all see that I'm growing? I was so immature I was young and having money Having honeys come to the crib Dig in their shit And they couldn't get cab money from me Some bad chicks didn't get past the bridge I went to 1 Trump Plaza on their asses No room service, just snacks and shit Work with those Lil Debbies And when you're done, get ready The chicks I was fiending to smash Let 'em lean on the cash Will take 'em on long trips Break 'em with long dick There was no such thing as strong relationships But I'm off that player shit I need a chick that practice Tai Chi That still can buy weed And can give me some good head And I'll make her a mami You might also like[Hook] (Hey papi!) Even if they don't understand the flow They understand the dough, my ladies going (Hey papi!) Promise you'll never let me go Promise you'll never leave me Promise we'll grow [Verse 2 - Memphis Bleek] The only thing Bleek spinning is Them chrome wheels spinning on them new rims Home, suspended from school again I'm grown, still ill, ladies love the ve-hi-cle, like "Bleek Can I feel up on your wood and grill?" It's a hood thing, wood grain, off the chain She give me good brain Love the way I push my slang Calling my jack soon as they hop in my V They catching contact, weed smoke all up in the weave Bet your man can't do it like this, like this I bet his wrists ain't bluish like this, like this And I'm from Marcy, you catch me on anybody's block Reppin' th-the Roc Hoes, they all clock like: [Hook] [Verse 3 - Jay-Z] I was the worst, I used to switch chicks every day Had niggas mad, for real, like, "I wish he was gay" Cause they knew sooner or later hun was getting with Jay Just a matter of time: she was getting with Jay I'll have your chick in the summer tropics sipping on 'zae Spitting up in the Pacifics, smoking spliffs in the shade She used to love you, but she feeling different today You used to smother her. Look at your honey slipping away Consorting with hustlers, niggas that be giving her space She said she feel free when she's around me I'm letting her do her and, in turn, she's doing me She on the phone with her friends like, "How cool is he?"7

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BedRock

Young Money

[Refrain: Lloyd] I-I-I-I can make your bed rock (Young Money) I-I-I-I can make your bed rock, girl (Kane is in the building, nigga) I-I-I-I can make your bed rock I-I-I-I can make your bed rock [Verse 1: Lil Wayne] Uh, she got that good-good, she Michael Jackson bad I'm attracted to her, or her attractive ass And now we murderers, because we kill time I knock her lights out and she still shine I hate to see her go but I love to watch her leave But I keep her running back and forth; soccer team Cold as a winter's day, hot as a summer's eve Young Money thieves steal your love and leave [Verse 2: Gudda Gudda] I like the way you walking if you walking my way I'm that Red Bull, now let's fly away Let's buy a place, with all kind of space I'll let you be the judge, and-and-and I'm the case I'm Gudda Gudda, I put her under I see me with her, no Stevie Wonder She don't ever wonder, 'cause she know she bad And I got her, nigga: grocery bag You might also like[Chorus: Lloyd] Ooh baby, I be stuck to you like glue, baby Wanna spend it all on you, baby My room is the G-spot Call me Mr. Flintstone, I can make your bed rock [Refrain: Lloyd] (Ooh) I-I-I-I can make your bed rock (Ooh) I-I-I-I can make your bed rock, girl (Ooh) I-I-I-I can make your bed rock (Ooh) I-I-I-I can make your bed rock (Ayy!) [Verse 3: Nicki Minaj] Okay, I get it, let me think, I guess it's my turn Maybe it's time to put this pussy on your sideburns He say I'm bad, he prob'ly right He pressing me like button-downs on a Friday night I'm so pretty like, be on my pedal bike Be on my low starch, be on my egg whites He say, "Nicki don't stop, you the bestest" And I'd just be coming off the top, asbestos [Verse 4: Drake] I love your sushi roll, hotter than wasabi I race for your love, "Shake'n Bake" Ricky Bobby I'm at the W, but I can't meet you in the lobby Girl, I gotta watch my back, 'cause I'm not just anybody I seen em stand in line just to get beside her I let her see the Aston and let the rest surprise her That's when we disappear, you need GPS to find her Oh, that was your girl? I thought I recognized her [Chorus: Lloyd] Ooh baby, I be stuck to you like glue, baby Wanna spend it all on you, baby My room is the G-spot Call me Mr. Flintstone, I can make your bed rock [Refrain: Lloyd] (Ooh) I-I-I-I can make your bed rock (Ooh) I-I-I-I can make your bed rock, girl (Ooh) I-I-I-I can make your bed rock (Ooh) I-I-I-I can make your bed rock (Ayy!) [Verse 5: Tyga] She like tanning, I like staying in She like romance and I like rolling with friends She said I'm caged in, I think her conscience is She's watching that Oxygen, I'm watching ESPN But when that show ends, she all over my skin, lotion Slow-mo motions, rollercoastin' Like back, forth, hold it She poses like it's for posters and I poke like I'm suppose to Take this photo if you for me, she said: "Don't you ever show this!" I'm too loyal and too focused To be losing and be hopeless When I spoke this, she rejoiced it, said "Your words get me open" So I closed it, where your clothes is? I'm only loving for the moment [Verse 6: Jae Millz] She ain't got a man, but she's not alone Miss Independent, yeah, she got her own Hey gorgeous, um, I mean flawless, well That's what you are, how I see it is how I call it, yeah Look-look at how she walk, m-hmm, she know she bad Do-do your thang baby, I ain't even mad And I ain’t leavin' fast, I'ma stay awhile Hold your head, Chris, I-I'ma take it down! [Chorus: Lloyd] Ooh baby, I be stuck to you like glue, baby Wanna spend it all on you, baby My room is the G-spot Call me Mr. Flintstone, I can make your bed rock (Young Money, Yea , Yea) [Refrain: Lloyd] (Ooh) I-I-I-I can make your bed rock (Ooh) I-I-I-I can make your bed rock, girl (Gudda Gudda, T-Streets, Mack Maine, J Millz) (Ooh) I-I-I-I can make your bed rock (Ooh) I-I-I-I can make your bed rock (Ayy!) (Tyga Tyga) [Chorus: Lloyd] Ooh baby, I be stuck to you like glue, baby (Drizzy Drake, Nicki Minaj) Wanna spend it all on you, baby (Hey Chanel, Lil Twist, Lil Chuckie, and Young Lloyd, AYEE!) My room is the G-spot Call me Mr. Flintstone, I can make your bed rock [Refrain: Lloyd] (Ooh) I-I-I-I can make your bed rock (We Young Money) (Ooh) I-I-I-I can make your bed rock, girl (Ooh) I-I-I-I can make your bed rock (Ooh) I-I-I-I can make your bed rock (Ayy!)79

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Exhibit A (Transformations)

Jay Electronica

[Intro] And his own story was as curious as his narrative The tale of his life is the tale of a writer of incredible vision An astute analyst and pundit A lyricist compassionate and callous A reckless hedonist and disaffected malcontent [Verse 1] I spit that, Wonderama shit, me and my conglomerates Shall remain anonymous, caught up in the finest shit Get that type of media coverage Obama get Spit that Kurt Vonnegut That blow your brain, Kurt Cobain, that Nirvana shit Who gon' bring the game back? Who gon' spit that Ramo on the train tracks? That gold rope, that five-finger ring rap, running with my same pack You can find the Christ where the lepers and the lames at Life is like a dice game One roll could land you in jail or cutting cake, blowing kisses in the rice rain Nice whip, nice chain, a closet of skulls The stench is like slave blood at Providence Hall, yeah They built my city on top of a grave Nigga die, a nigga get high and watch the parade Back in the early '90s, where they at, where they at Get the gat, get the gat was a popular phrase Bally Animals and Rugbys was a popular craze This the vivid memoirs of a obnoxious slave I pave ways like Nat and Harriet I blast on Judas Iscariot and peel off in the chariot, uhh I'm sitting pretty, spitting flames, gripping grains Ain't a damn thing changed You might also like[Interlude: Willy Wonka & Charley Bucket] How does he do it? My dear boy, do you ask a fish how it swims? (No) Or an eagle how it flies? (No) No siree, you don't! They do it because they were born to do it What you are witnessing dear friends Is the most enormous miracle of the machine age Behold! A confectionery behemoth! [Verse 2] They say Candyman, Candyman, spit me a dream Blow a chunk of the levee out and spit me a stream Knock a man's house down and build a casin' A two thousand dollar government check from FEM' I swam down shit's creek and came up clean With a new lease on life like Andy Dufresne It's the most poetical, Nat King unforgettable Clarence 13X Allah's rhapsody from Bellevue I'm splitting atoms, spitting flames, bringing change Things will never be the same I got the rap game singing At Last like Etta James Lames get they plane shot down like John McCain It's a dream, it's a dream The flow is elegant like Miss Coretta Scott King A lot of kings seen death and turn queen Crack they twenty-four-inch rims in the ravine Respect the architect, never test the Elohim Goodnight, this is Jay Elec, live from New Orleans [Outro: Napoleon Hill] My journey has brought me to an understanding Of the divine forces which we have all been bestowed It was in this search that I came upon a revelation Which has called me to guide millions of people towards their righteous destiny30

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Kick In The Door

The Notorious B.I.G.

[Segue from "Hypnotize"] Biggie, Biggie, Biggie, can't you see? Sometimes your words just hypnotize me And I just love your... [Skit] TREVIN JONES: Welcome back We're here on Bad Boy Television, and I'm Trevin Jones And I've been conversing with the Mad Rapper And quite frankly, he's very mad We're gonna try to find out why So we'll take some questions at this point from our studio audience Yes, ma'am, please stand and state your name and where you're from SHAY: Hi, my name is Shay, and I'm from New Rochelle. And I just don't understand, why you so mad? Like, what are you so mad about? THE MAD RAPPER: Yo, yo, yo-yo, y'know, yo, you wanna know why? Yo, first of all, you can't be askin' me no question, youknowhatI'msayin'? Who the fuck is you? TREVIN JONES: Ahh, excuse me, Mr. Rapper, Mr. Rapper THE MAD RAPPER: YouknowhatI'msayin? You can't be askin' me no question TREVIN JONES: It's a family-oriented show THE MAD RAPPER: I'ma tell you why I'm mad, youknowhatI'msayin? I'ma tell you why I'm mad, I'ma tell you why I'm mad These niggas is makin' $500,000 videos, youknowsayin? They drivin' around in hot cars, youknowsayin? They got bitches, they got all that shit TREVIN JONES: Sir, please, please, refrain from your foul language THE MAD RAPPER: YouknowhatI'ms--? I'm still livin' with my Moms, youknowhatI'msayin? That's my word, youknowI'ms—? I'm makin' records, I ain't made no money yet I done made— This is my fourth album, yo, this my fourth album I ain't made a dime yet This nigga made one album, he makin' wild records That "Ready to Die" shit, it was aight, it was aight, youknowI'msayin That shit was a'ight, 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? You might also like[Interlude: Martin Lawrence & The Notorious B.I.G.] I gots to talk I gotta tell what I feel (Mhm) I gotta talk about my life as I see it [Intro: The Notorious B.I.G.] (Biggie) Uh, uh-huh Uh, this goes out to you (Biggie) This goes out to you And you, and you, and you (Biggie) This goes out to you This goes out to you (Biggie) This goes out to you And you, and you (Uh) [Verse 1] Your reign on the top was short like leprechauns As I crush so-called willies, thugs and rapper-dons (Uh) Get in that ass quick-fast like Ramadan It's that rap phenomenon Don Dada, fuck Poppa You gotta call me Francis M.H White, intake light tokes, tote iron Was told in shootouts, stay low and keep firin' Keep extra clips for extra shit (Uh-huh) Who's next to flip on that cat with that grip on rap? The most shady (Tell 'em!) Frankie, baby Ain't no tellin' where I may be May see me in D.C. At Howard Homecoming with my man Capone, dumbin' Fuckin' somethin', you should know my steelo: Went from ten G's for blow to thirty G's a show To orgies with hoes I never seen befo', so Jesus! Get off the Notorious' Penis, before I squeeze and bust If the beef between us, we can settle it with the chrome and metal shit I make it hot like a kettle get You're delicate, you better get — who sent ya? You still pedal shit, I got more rides than "Great Adventure" Biggie ("How are you gonna do it?") [Chorus] Kick in the door, wavin' the .44 All you heard was, "Poppa, don't hit me no more" Kick in the door, wavin' the .44 All you heard was, "Poppa, don't hit me no more" Kick in the door, wavin' the .44 All you heard was, "Poppa, don't hit me no more" (Biggie) Kick in the door, wavin' the .44 (Uh-huh) All you heard was, "Poppa, don't hit me no more (Uh, uh-huh) [Verse 2] On ya mark, get set when I spark, ya wet Look how dark it get when you're marked for death (Uh) Should I start your breath, or should I let ya die? In fear, you start to cry, ask why, lyrically I'm Worshiped, don't front, the word sick You cursed it but rehearsed it I drop unexpectedly like bird shit, you herbs get Stuck quickly for royalties and show money Don't forget the publishin', I punish 'em (Uh-huh), I'm done with them (Uh-huh) Son, I'm surprised you run with them I think they got cum in them, 'cause they nothin' but dicks Tryna blow up like nitro and dynamite sticks Mad I smoke hydro, rock diamonds that's sick Got paid off my flow, rhyme with my own clique Take trips to Cairo, layin' wit' yo' bitch I know you prayin' you was rich, fuckin' prick, when I see ya, I'ma... [Chorus] Kick in the door, wavin' the .44 (Uh-huh) All you heard was, "Poppa, don't hit me no more" (Uh, uh, uh) Kick in the door, wavin' the .44 All you heard was, "Poppa, don't hit me no more" Kick in the door, wavin' the .44 All you heard was, "Poppa, don't hit me no more" (Biggie) Kick in the door, wavin' the .44 All you heard was, "Poppa, don't hit me no more" [Verse 3] This goes out for those that choose to use Disrespectful views on the King of N-Y Fuck that, why try? Throw bleach in ya eye Now ya braillin' it, snatch that light shit, I'm scalin' it Conscious of ya nonsense, in '88 Sold more powder than Johnson & Johnson Tote steel like Bronson, Vigilante You wanna get on, son? You need to aks me Ain't no other kings in this rap thing, they siblings Nothin' but my children, one shot — they disappearin' (Uh) It's ill when MCs used to be on cruddy shit Took home Ready to Die, listened, studied shit Now they on some money shit, successful out the blue They lightweight, fragili, my 9 milli' Make the whites shake, that's why my money never funny And you still recoupin', stupid! Stupid, stupid, stupid, stupid...48

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Izzo (H.O.V.A.)

JAY-Z

[Intro] Ladies and gentlemen, let's put our hands together for this dynasty H to the izz-O, V to the izz-A Welcome, ladies and gentlemen To the eighth wonder of the world The flow of the century Always timeless Hov Thanks for coming out tonight You could've been anywhere in the world But you're here with me I appreciate that Uh [Verse 1] H to the izz-O, V to the izz-A For shizzle, my nizzle, used to dribble down in VA Was herbing 'em in the home of the Terrapins Got it dirt cheap for them Plus if they was short with cheese, I would work with them Brought in weed, got rid of that dirt for them Wasn't born hustlers, I was birthing 'em H to the izz-O, V to the izz-A For sheezy, my neezy, keep my arms so breezy Can't leave rap alone, the game needs me Haters want me clapped in chrome, it ain't easy Cops want to knock me, D.A. wants to box me in But somehow, I beat them charges like Rocky H to the izz-O, V to the izz-A Not guilty, he who does not feel me Is not real to me, therefore he doesn't exist So poof, vamoose, son of a bitch You might also like[Chorus] H to the izz-O, V to the izz-A For shizzle, my nizzle, used to dribble down in VA H to the izz-O, V to the izz-A That's the anthem, getcha damn hands up H to the izz-O, V to the izz-A Not guilty, y'all got to feel me H to the izz-O, V to the izz-A That's the anthem, getcha damn hands up (Holla at me) [Verse 2] I do this for my culture, to let 'em know What a nigga look like when a nigga in a roadster Show 'em how to move in a room full of vultures Industry shady, it need to be taken over Label owners hate me, I'm raisin' the status quo up I'm overcharging niggas for what they did to the Cold Crush Pay us like you owe us for all the years that you hoed us We can talk, but money talks, so talk more bucks [Chorus] H to the izz-O, V to the izz-A For shizzle, my nizzle, used to dribble down in VA H to the izz-O, V to the izz-A That's the anthem, getcha damn hands up H to the izz-O, V to the izz-A Not guilty, y'all got to feel me H to the izz-O, V to the izz-A That's the anthem, getcha damn hands up [Verse 3] Yeah, Hov is back, life stories told through rap Niggas acting like I sold you crack (Yeah) Like I told you sell drugs, no, Hov did that So hopefully you won't have to go through that I was raised in the projects, roaches and rats Smokers out back sellin' they mama's sofa Lookouts on the corner focused on the ave Ladies in the window focused on the kinfolk Me under a lamppost, why I got my hand closed? Crack's in my palm, watching the long arm of the law So you know I seen it all before I've seen hoop dreams deflate like a true fiend's weight To try and to fail, the two things I hate Succeed and this rap game, the two things that's great H to the izz-O, V to the izz-A What else can I say about dude? I gets busy [Chorus] H to the izz-O, V to the izz-A For shizzle, my nizzle, used to dribble down in VA H to the izz-O, V to the izz-A That's the anthem, getcha damn hands up H to the izz-O, V to the izz-A Not guilty, y'all got to feel me H to the izz-O, V to the izz-A That's the anthem, getcha damn hands up [Outro] H to the izz-O, V to the izz-A H to the izz-O, V to the izz-A H to the izz-O, V to the izz-A H to the izz-O, V to the izz-A47

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A Week Ago

JAY-Z

[Intro: Jay-Z & Too $hort] Uh-huh That's right It was all good just a week ago Uh-huh-uh, it was all good just a week ago Last week I had everything Uh, uh-huh-uh, had this all good just a week ago I had the money.. had the cars, the bitches Uh-huh, yeah, it was all good just a week ago And the jewelry.. And then my motherfuckin' niggas started snitchin' Uh-huh, uh uh, yo, yo Beatch! [Verse 1: Jay-Z] Growin' up in the hood, just my dog and me We used to hustle in the hood for all to see Problems; I called on him, he called on me We wasn't quite partners, I hit him off my P Let him unlock doors off my keys Yeah, we spoke, much more than cordially Man, he broke bread with me, my business spread swiftly The Feds came to get me, we both fled quickly Wasn't quick enough to jump over the hedges with me Got caught, and that's when our relationship strayed Used to call me from the joint 'til he ran out of change And when he called collect and I heard his name I quickly accepted, but when I reached the phone He's talkin' reckless, I can sense deceit in his tone I said: "Damn, dog! What, nine weeks and you're home?" He said: "Main man, you think shit's sweet 'cause you're home." I just sat, spat no more speech in the phone Them crackers up there bleachin' your dome, you're reachin' I said: "The world don't stop, I got to keep..keep on." From there I sensed the beef was on I ran to the spy store to add some more features on my phone To see if I had bugs and leeches on my phone Can't be too safe, ‘cause niggas is two-faced And they show the other side, when they catch a new case It's on You might also like[Chorus: Too $hort & Jay-Z] It was cool when you had hella weed to smoke And you bought a new home where you could keep the folks I don't see how this side of you could be provoked Uh-huh, uh-huh, it was all good just a week ago Funny what seven days can change A stand up nigga, now you sit down to aim Used to have a firm grip, now you dropping names It was all good just a week ago [Verse 2: Jay-Z] Like I put the toast to your head and made you sell We both came in this game, blind as hell I did a little better, had more clientele Told you put away some cheddar, now you cryin' for bail Seventeen and I'm holdin' on to around a mill' I could bail out, blow trial and come around on appeal Had niggas thinkin' I was from uptown for real I had so much hustle, plus I was down to ill Like a Brooklyn nigga, straight out of Brownsville Down and dirty, down to fight to round 30 Freezin' on them corners, still holdin' my crack Lookin' up and down the block, the fuck is the dough at? Came from flat broke to lettin' the dough stack You tell them Feds I said: "I'm never going back" I'm from Marcy, and Marcy don't raise no rats You know the consequences of your acts, you can't be serious [Chorus: Too $hort & Jay-Z] It was cool when you had hella weed to smoke And you bought a new home where you could keep the folks I don't see how this side of you could be provoked Uh-huh, uh-huh, it was all good just a week ago Funny what seven days can change A stand up nigga, now you sit down to aim Used to have a firm grip, now you dropping names It was all good just a week ago [Verse 3: Jay-Z] The lawyer I retained you said you leakin' some things All this after a week in the bing I'm mad at myself, 'cause I didn't spot the weakling I would've bet the house you wouldn't speak a thing Nigga, this was the oath, to the top or broke Even pricked our finger, anything that got between us We supposed to cock the ninas, what happened to that? Instead you copped out to a misdemeanor Fuck it, the same thing make you laugh make you cry (that's right) The same game that make you math could make you die (That's life) It's a dice game, and sometimes you crap Who would've thought you'd get popped one time and rat? Now you know that's bad when your sister is mad And your son gotta grow up, like, "This is my dad?" The labeling of a snitch is a lifetime scar You'll always be in jail, nigga, just minus the bars [Chorus: Too $hort & Jay-Z] It was cool when you had hella weed to smoke And you bought a new home where you could keep the folks I don't see how this side of you could be provoked Uh-huh, uh-huh, it was all good just a week ago Funny what seven days can change A stand up nigga, now you sit down to aim Used to have a firm grip, now you dropping names It was all good just a week ago [Outro: Too $hort & Jay-Z] Shit is crazy man All these niggas out here snitchin' We was one step away from takin' this crack money And recyclin' it through the ghettos And buildin' back up our own hoods Now all you niggas start snitchin' on each other I got partners doin' 15-20 Wouldn'ta been doin' SHIT If you didn't snitch, beatch! It's about time y'all check that shit out man It ain't all good, shut your mouth Just watch the game And don't snitch We'd sure go a lot whole further Believe that baby Jay-Z, Short Dawg's in the house mane You know I got it Got it goin' on We got the money Ain't got nuthin' to do with crime baby But I'm recognizin' You rat bastard!16

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Can’t Knock the Hustle

JAY-Z

[Produced by The Hitmen & Knobody] [Skit: Pain In Da Ass] Ah shit, okay, okay, alright Big man! You wanna make some big bucks, huh? Let's see how tough you are You know something about cocaine? Digame! You kidding me or what man? There's a bunch of Colombians coming in Friday - new guys They said they got two keys for us, for openers Pure cocaine, you tell 'em, capiche? I want you to go over there And if it is what they say it is, you buy it, you bring it back You can do that you make five grand Meet them at the Bodegas, noon Friday You get the buy money then Oh and chico, if anything happens to the buy money Eh, pobrecito JAY-Z's gonna stick your heads up your asses faster than a rabbit gets fucked [Intro: Jay-Z] Bounce.. bounce, bounce, Jay-Z huh? Yeah, yeah, yeah, Roc-A-Fella y'all, ha ha Bounce, bounce, bounce, Roc-A-Fella y'all Check, check You might also like[Verse 1: Jay-Z] Yo, I'm making short term goals when the weather folds Just put away the leathers, and put ice on the gold Chilly with enough bail money to free a big Willie High stakes, I got more at stake than Philly Shopping sprees, cop in three Deuce fever IS's fully loaded, ah, yes Bouncing in the Lex Luger, tires smoke like Buddha 50 G's to the crap shooter, niggas can't fade me Chrome socks beaming Through my peripheral I see you scheming Stop dreaming, I leave your body steaming Niggas is fiending, what's the meaning? I'm leaning on any nigga intervening With the sound of my money machining (brrrr) My cup runneth over with hundreds I'm one of the best niggas that done it, six digits and running Y'all niggas don't want it! I got the Godfather flow, the Don Juan DeMarco Swear to God, don't get it fucked up! [Chorus 1: Mary J. Blige & Jay-Z] I'm taking out this time (Yeah, yeah, what) To give you a piece of my mind ('Cause you can't knock the hustle) Who do you think you are? Baby, one day you'll be a star [Verse 2: Jay-Z] Last seen out of state where I drop my sling I'm deep in the South, kicking up top game Bouncing on the highway, switching fo' lanes Screaming through the sunroof, money ain't a thang Your worst fear confirmed Me and my fam roll tight like The Firm Getting down for life, that's right, you better learn Why play with fire? You burn We get together like a choir, to acquire what we desire We do dirt like worms, produce G's like sperm 'Til legs spread like germs I got extensive hoes with expensive clothes And I sip fine wines and spit vintage flows What y'all don't know? Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, 'cause you can't knock the hustle [Chorus 2: Mary J. Blige & Jay-Z] But until then lately, I'm the one who's crazy? 'Cause that's the way you're making me feel ('Cause you can't knock the hustle) The way you make me feel I'm just trying to get mine, I don't have the time To knock the hustle for real [Verse 3: Jay-Z] Yo, y'all niggas lunching, punching the clock My function is to make much and lay back munching Sipping Remy on the rocks, my crew something to watch Nothing to stop, un-stoppable Scheme on the ice, I gotta hot your crew I gotta, let you niggas know the time like Movado My motto, stack rocks like Colorado Waddle off the champagne, Cristals by the bottle It's a damn shame what you're not though, (Who?) me! Slick like a gato, fucking Jay-Z My pops knew exactly what he did when he made me Tried to get a nut, and he got a nut, and.. what!? Straight bananas; can a nigga see me? Got the US Open, advantage Jigga Serve like Sampras, play fake rappers like a campus Le Tigre, son, you're too eager You ain't having it? Good! Me either Let's get together and make this whole world believe us, huh? At my arraignment, screaming All us blacks got is sports and entertainment, until we even Thieving, as long as I'm breathing Can't knock the way a nigga eating, fuck you even! [Chorus 1 & 2: Mary J. Blige] I'm taking out this time, to give you a piece of my mind Who do you think you are? Baby, one day you'll be a star But until then lately, I'm the one who's crazy? 'Cause that's the way you're making me feel I'm just trying to get mine, I don't have the time To knock the hustle for real36

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Politics as Usual

JAY-Z

[Intro] You know how we do Roc-A-Fella... forever... [Verse 1] You can catch me Skatin' through your town, puttin' it down, y'all relatin' No waitin', I'll make your block infrared hot: I'm like Satan Y'all feel a nigga's struggle, y'all think a nigga love to Hustle behind the wheel, tryin' to escape my trouble Kids stop they greetin' me, I'm talking sweet to keys Cursin' the very God that brought this grief to be My life is based on sacrifices, jewels like Isis And fools that think I slip, you fuck around You get your guys hit, they built me to be filthy On some I-do-or-die shit, for real The price of leather's got me, deeper than ever and Just think, winter's here, I'm tryin' to feel mink, nig-ga [Chorus] Politics as usual [Verse 2] I took my Frito to Tito in the district Blessed me with some VS Somethings I can live with: stop frontin' And for the dough I raise, gotta get shit appraised No disrespect to you, make sure your word is true I'm takin' wages down in Vegas just in case Tyson Have a major night off, that's clean money, the tax write-off You ain't seen money in your life, when it Comes to this cheese y'all like Three Blind Mice I'm smokin' bros who pump Willie, I expose The furthest you Chiles been is the Poconos My portfolio reads: leads to Don Corleone, nigga please 10-year felon, heavy on the wrist, I faze yous With the diamond flooded Jesus and blind your facials For life... it's right, Jigga, I keep it tight, nig-ga You might also like[Chorus] Politics as usual [Verse 3] You feel my triumph never - feel my pain I'm lyin' low in the leathers, I am, the best that's ever came The game changes like my mind just ain't right Rewind get this dough, I guess it ain't your night Suckin' me in like a vacuum, I remember Tellin' my family: "I'll be back soon"; that was December '85 and Jay-Z rise 10 years later Got me wise still can't break my underworld ties I wear black a lot, in the Ac', act a lot Got matchin' VCR's, a huge Magnavox Ten inch, green like spinach, pop wines that's vintage It's a lot of big money in my sentence Hittin' towards a mil', lip a, written I kill like that Check baby one-two cat, yeah, I do that Ain't no stoppin' the champagne from poppin' The drawers from droppin', the law from watchin', I hate 'em [Chorus] Politics as usual17

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22 Two’s

JAY-Z

[Audience clapping] [Intro: Maria Davis] Yo wassup everybody, this is Maria Davis Mad Wednesdays, we here tonight to have a good time (Yo! Start the show! Start the show!) Wait a minute; I see my man over there, Jay-Z Jay-Z, Dame Dash let me hear that lil tape of yours, and it's phat Why don't you come up here and kick a lil freestyle? Put that champagne down, and kick a lil freestyle for me tonight [Intro: JAY-Z & Audience] Can I kick it? (Yes you can!) Can I kick it? (Yes you can!) Can I kick it? (Yes you can!) Y'all motherfuckers must've heard that Tribe Called Quest shit Let's do it again! Can I kick it? (Yes you can!) Can I kick it? (Yes you can!) Can I kick it? (Yes you can!) Well I'm gone... check this out [Verse 1: JAY-Z] Too much West Coast dick lickin' And too many niggas on a mission, doin' your best Jay-Z rendition Too many rough motherfuckers, I got my suspicions That you're just fish in a pool of sharks, nigga, listen Too many bitches wanna be ladies, so if you a ho I'ma call you a ho, too many bitches are shady Too many ladies give these niggas too many chances Too many brothers wannabe lovers don't know what romance is Too many bitches stuck up from too many sexual advances No question; Jay-Z got too many answers I been around this block too many times Rocked too many rhymes, cocked too many nines, too To all my brothers it ain't too late to come together 'Cause too much black and too much love, equal forever I don't follow any guidelines 'cause too many niggas ride mine So I change styles every two rhymes You might also like[Interlude: JAY-Z] Hah, what the fuck That's 22 two's for y'all motherfuckers out there, nahmean? Shall I continue? Check it out, what? [Refrain: JAY-Z] Can I kick it? (Yes you can!) Can I kick it? (Yes you can!) Can I kick it? (Yes you can!) Well I'm gone... yo, yo, yo [Verse 2: JAY-Z] Copped to reach my quota, push rock, roll up smooth like on ya Whole groove like hold-up, swoll up Too many faggot niggas clockin' my spendin' Exercisin' your gay-like minds like Richard Simmons If you could catch Jay right, on the late night Without the eight, right, maybe you could test my weight, right I dip, spit quicker than you ever seen Administer pain, next the minister's screamin' your name At your wake as I peek in, look in your casket Feelin' sarcastic, "Look at him, still sleepin'" You never ready, forever petty minds stay petty Mine's thinkin' longevity until I'm seventy Livin' heavenly, fuck, felony after felony, what? Nigga you broke, what the fuck you going to tell me? [Outro: Maria Davis & JAY-Z] Jay-Z, Jay-Z, now you know this is a phat track (aight) Now this is comin' on your new album, on Roc-A-Fella records in '96? (No doubt, no doubt) Well, it is definitely the bomb! But you know I do wanna say somethin' to you, I know you've been havin' a lot of problems with the law But I know you innocent, and I'm behind you 100% Mad Wednesdays, Ruby King, DJ Ace, Dame Dash, Roc-A-Fella Records, we all behind you, you can come back any time! (Hah, thanks a lot) Wait a minute, wait a minute, wait a minute, wait a minute, Ace, turn that music down. I smell some reefer, now you see? That's why, our people don't have anything, because we don't know how to go in places and act properly (Hey, shut the fuck up!) Wait a minute, wait a minute, who told me shut the eff up? Who told me to shut the eff up? Get him out of here! I'm not gonna continue this show, until you throw him out! Get him out right now, then I'ma continue my speech! Thank you, he's out of here now, now like I was sayin'... we gotta build our own businesses, we gotta get our own record companies goin' like Roc-A-Fella Records, we got to put money back into our own community...15

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Ain’t No Nigga

JAY-Z

[Produced by Big Jaz] [Verse 1: Jay-Z] Fox Brown.. Yeah, Jay-Z, what I keep it fresher than the next, bitch No need for you to ever sweat the next bitch With speed, I make the best bitch see the exit, indeed You gotta know you're thoroughly respected by me You get the keys to the Lexus with no driver You got your own '96 somethin' to ride And keep your ass tight up in Versace, that's why You gotta watch your friends, you got to watch me, they connivin' Shit, the first chance to crack the bank, they try me All they get is 50 cent franks and papayas From the village to the telly Time to kill it on your belly no question Had more black chicks between my sheets than Essence They say sex is a weapon So when I shoot, meet your death in less than 8 seconds Still poundin' in my afterlife Laughin', my shit is tight, who you askin', right? [Chorus: Foxy Brown & (Jaz-O) with ​​Jay-Z​​] Ain't no nigga like the one I got (No one can fuck you better) Sleeps around but he gives me a lot (Keeps you in diamonds and leathers) Friends'll tell me I should leave you alone ​​​Hah hah, hah hah, hah hah, hah hah​​​ (Tell the freaks to find a man of their own Man of their own, man of their own) You might also like[Verse 2: Jay-Z] Yeah, yeah, yeah Fresh to death in Mo-schi-no, coach bag Lookin' half black and Filipino, fakin' no jacks Got you a beeper to feel important Surroundin' your feet in Joan & David and Charles Jourdan I keep you dove, but love You know these hoes be makin' me weak Y'all knows how it goes, B, and so I creep I've been sinnin' since you been playin' with Barbie and Ken and You can't change a player's game in the 9th inning The chrome rim spinnin' keeps them grinnin' So I run way the fuck up in 'em And wrinkle they face like linen I play hard until they say "God He's keepin' it real, Jigga stay hard." Lord, don't even trip, shit, I never slip Nigga, get a grip, what you don't see is what you get Weapons concealed, what the fuck y'all feel When you niggas play sick we can all get ill Fox Brown.. (what the deal?) [Chorus: Foxy Brown & (Jaz-O) with ​​Jay-Z​​] Ain't no nigga like the one I got (No one can fuck you better) Sleeps around but he gives me a lot (Keeps you in diamonds and leathers) Friends'll tell me I should leave you alone ​​​Hah hah, hah hah, hah hah, hah hah​​​ (Tell the freaks to find a man of their own Man of their own, man of their own) [Verse 3: Jay-Z] Ha, ha, right, right Yo, ain't no stoppin' this, no lie Promise to stay monogamous, I try But, love, you know these hoes be makin' me weak Y'all know how it goes, B, so I stay deep [Verse 4: Foxy Brown] What up, boo? Just keep me laced in the illest snakes Bank rolls and shit, back rubs in the french tubs Mackin' this bitch, wifey nigga So when you flip that coke Remember the days you was dead broke But now you style and I raised you, basically made you Into a don, flippin' weight, Her-on and shit You know the pussy is all that That's why I get baguettes, 5 carats and all that From Dolce Gabbana to H Bendel, I'm ringin' bells So who the player? I still keep you in the illest gators Tailor-made so we can lay up in the shade reminiscin' On how I fuck the best and shit Especially when I'm sippin' Baileys Don't give a fuck about how you move with them other mamis I push the Z, eatin' shrimp scampi with rocks larger than life Fuck them Reebok broads, you made it known who your wife was I got you frontin' in Armani sweaters Before this rap shit, when you was in leathers and bullshit Berettas And E classes with Mo in the glasses Shows in Cali with all the flavor suede Bally's Now all your mens is up in your Benz's High post, I swear you be killin' me, playin' inside my pubic hairs I never worry about them other chicks 'Cause you proved who was your wiz When you was spendin' that bitch I took a little when you was up north, your commissary stay pilin' How you livin' large on the island? All them collects have me vexed, but when you come home Knew I was comin' off with half of them checks Now we on the rise Your diamond mami with the slanted eyes Holdin' this grip, cocked the En Glee-Kay and shit Fucks no, I see half of that dough Made you into a star, pushin' hundred-thousand-dollar cars [Chorus: Foxy Brown & (Jaz-O) with ​​Jay-Z​​] Ain't no nigga like the one I got (No one can fuck you better) Sleeps around but he gives me a lot (Keeps you in diamonds and leathers) Friends'll tell me I should leave you alone ​​​Hah hah, hah hah, hah hah, hah hah​​​ (Tell the freaks to find a man of their own Man of their own, man of their own)6

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Friend or Foe

JAY-Z

[Produced by DJ Premier] [Intro] Check one, check two Shit, you know what to do Preemo, Cold Crush when I give it to you [Verse] Friend or foe, yo, state your biz Ummm, you tendin' dough? Ah, there it is Me, I run the show, oh, and these kids don't like nobody comin' around here fuckin' with they dough for shit You enterprisin' though, and I like it But fuck with the big dogs, yo, I gotta bite ya Look, it's out of my hands And you gettin' money 'round here, it's not in the plans Don't hop yo' ass out of that van, head back to Kansas I'm sendin' niggas back up in campuses Chance is slimmer than that chick in Calvin Klein pants is Let me guess, they said it was money 'round here And the rest is me stoppin' you from gettin' it, correct? Sorry to hear that, my guess is you got work at the hotel I'll take care of that, you'll soon see Now please give me the room key You're twitchin', don't do that, you makin' me nervous My crew, well, they do pack, them dudes is murderers So please, would you put your hand back in sight? They don't like to see me nervous, you can understand that, right? You draw, better be Picasso—you know, the best 'Cause if this is not so, ah, God bless You leave me no choice, I'll leave you no voice Believe you me, son I hate to do it just as bad as you hate to see it done Now calm your boys 'Cause I'm findin' it a little hard to concentrate with all the noise Get the point, I'll let you go; before you leave I guess I ought to let you know, I need those keys And a promise you never, no matter the weather Ever ever ever ever ever ever come around here no mo', ha hahaYou might also like16

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Coming of Age

JAY-Z

[Intro: Jay-Z] Yeah... Come experience... life as we know it As some of you should know it Place: Marcy, Brooklyn Actions: well, y'all know the actions [Verse 1: Jay-Z] Uhh, I got this shorty on my block always clocking my rocks He likes the style and profile I think he wanna mock He likes the way I walk, he see my money talking To honies hawking, I'm the hottest nigga in New York and I see his hunger pains, I know his blood boils He wanna run with me, I know this kid'll be loyal I watched him make a few ends, to cop his little sneakers and gear Then it's just enough for re-up again I see myself in his eyes, I moved from Levi's To Guess to Versace, now it's diamonds like Liberace That's just the natural cycle Nobody want to be like Michael where I'm from Just them niggas who bounced from a gun We out here trying to make hard white into cohhhhld green I can help shorty blow out like Afro-Sheen Plus I can relive my days of youth which is gone That little nigga's peeps, it's time to put him on You might also like[Chorus: Jay-Z & Memphis Bleek] It's time to come up (and hold my own weight, defend my crown) Gots to lock it down and when they rush (stand my ground) It's time to come up (stick up my chest, and make some loot) Gots to lock it down and when they rush (stand on my own two) [Verse 2: Memphis Bleek] I'm out here slinging, bringing the drama, trying to come up In the game and add a couple of dollar signs to my name I'm out here serving, disturbing the peace Life could be better like my man reclined in plush leather seats He's selling weight, I'm selling eight.. balls Sixteen, trying to graduate to pushing quarters y'all I ain't going to sweat him I'm a let him come to me If he give me the nod then these niggas going to see I'm tired of being out here round the clock, and breaking day And chasing crackheads up the block for my pay I'm staying fresh, so chickens check I'm trying to step up to the next level Pushing Vettes through the 'jects Diamonds reflect from the sun, directly in your equilibrium And stunned, I'm waiting for my day to come I got the urge to splurge I don't want a lifetime sentence, just give me the word [Chorus: Jay-Z & Memphis Bleek] It's time to come up (and hold my own weight, defend my crown) Gots to lock it down and when they rush (stand my ground) It's time to come up (stick up my chest, and make some loot) Gots to lock it down and when they rush (stand on my own two) [Verse 3: Jay-Z and Memphis Bleek] Hey fella I been watching you clocking Who me? Holding down this block? It ain't nothing You the man nigga, now stop fronting Hahah, I like your style (Nah, I like your style) Let's drive around awhile! Cool, nigga Here's a thou', A G? I ride with you for free I want the long-term riches and bitches Have it all, now listen to me You let them other niggas get the name, skip the fame Ten thou' or a hundred G keep your shit the same (On the low?) Yeah, the only way to blow You let your shit bubble quietly (AND THEN YOU BLOW!) Kid, keep your cool The only way to peep a fool is let him show his hand Then you play your cards, then he through dealing I understand Don't blow your dough on hotties The only thing I got in this world is my word and my nuts And won't break 'em for nobody Hah, I like your résumé, pick a day, you can start From now until death do us part, nigga (Right!) [Chorus: Jay-Z & Memphis Bleek] It's time to come up (and hold my own weight, defend my crown) Gots to lock it down and when they rush (stand my ground) It's time to come up (and stick up my chest, and make some loot) Gots to lock it down and when they rush (stand on my own two) It's time to come up (and hold my own weight, defend my crown) Gots to lock it down and when they rush (stand my ground) It's time to come up ( and stick up my chest, and make some loot) Gots to lock it down and when they rush (stand on my own two)9

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Cashmere Thoughts

JAY-Z

[Intro] Hah, hah, hah, hah, yeah, yeah What it is player? (You player, it's all about you How you gon' say that man) If I had your hand I'd turn mine in (Far as I'm concerned, if I had your hand, I cut mines off) Hah man, you know man, I'm just dealing that hoe money You know hoe money is slow money but it's sho' money (Check this out man, you run up on your bitches This is what you tell 'em Stick they hands in they panties, grab that knot Stick they arm in a car window, drop it like it's hot) [Verse 1] Uhh, I talk jewels and spit diamonds: all cherry Like a hymen, when I'm rhyming with remarkable timing Caviar and silk dreams, my voice is linen Spitting venom up in the minds of young women Mink thoughts to think thoughts type similar Might you remember, my shit is cold like December Smoother than Persian rugs, the cashmere Chromosomes make a nigga Jigga - Jay-Z, lethal drugs 18-carat gold pen, when it hits the sheets Words worth a million like I'm rapping them through platinum teeth I got the Grey Poupon, you been warned 'Cause all beef return well done filet mignon The Don, smell of Dom on my breath as I Yawn, (slow) when you hoes try to con a pro As if you didn't know, Jay's about getting dough Spitting flow like fine wine down your earlobe I'm smooth but deadly like a pearl handled pistol Honeys hum in melody when I rub it like crystal The proper etiquette when I drop the subject verb Then the predicate with this rich nigga rhetoric I'm solid gold, I rap like a mink stole I stick pearl tongues your world'll never know From New York to Paris, the vocal style vary From nice to deadly like a bad bag of D, now Notice the child swift like a Lotus Focus on the loc', I be the greatest nigga that wrote it Return of the Jedi from Rio De Janeiro on the red eye Yet I still feel the need to be fly I did die when I'm rapping then slide like satin You know the black I white china in the brain cabinet I never cry if I did I'd cry ice From my nigga Sauce, I hit you with this advice Life's short, so play hard and stick hard And the only time you love them is when your dick hard You might also like[Interlude] Whoooh! (That's cashmere baby) Nah, you know, that's just laid back man (Man, shit, J to the A to the Y to the Z) Cashmere baby (Motherfucking pimp that's what he be) Cashmere baby (It don't get no hotter than that baby) Sho' yo right, sho' yo right (Them niggas know) [Verse 2] Check it out, check it out Ghetto's Errol Flynn, hot like heroin Young pimps is sterile when I pimp through your borough and I gotta keep your tricks intact 'Cause I walk like a pimp, talk like a mack, man The star player, the golden bar layer The sweet Ms. Fine Thing puh-layah, sho' yo right I'm game tight, so why should it change tonight? Go tell your peeps dog I'm lethal until it ain't right I pimp hard on a trick: look Fuck if your leg broke bitch, hop up on your good foot...11

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Bring It On

JAY-Z

[Skit] Aye, Purse, rack 'em up, man What you bettin', Biggs? Bet the same thing Ay, yo, I got next, man Yo, you got the money, man? You ass bettin' ass, nigga The shit is right downstairs in the trunk Don't trip; we parked right behind each other, nigga I'ma get the shit before we go downstairs Yeah, aight, what's up with that case, man? Aw, man, it ain't nothin Ain't nobody snitchin or nothin; you know our team is tight Still sittin on seven digits, unlike you, you broke ass nigga Fuck outta here, this cat right here This broke ass, ass bettin ass nigga Bettin five thousand ain't got no money Chili cheese face ass nigga (fuck outta here) Sandy cake face ass nigga (fuck outta here) (Laughter) [Intro: Sauce Money] Ayo, Jay, word up These motherfuckers fucking talking That comeback shit like they cooking crack Shit, I ain't fronting All I want my pockets green like slum change You know what I'm saying? Front the roll we roll back like rubbers, motherfucker, for real With no trace of AIDS We keep our pockets fully blown Roc-A-Fella clique, nigga You might also like[Verse 1: Sauce Money] Ayo, we patting down pussy from Sugar Hill to the Shark Bar Fuck a bitch D in the marked car We got the bad bitches gasping for air in Aspen Searching for Aspirin when I ascend, we swing You cling, we do our thing and bring Slinging your ding-a-ling from Bed-Stuy, Brooklyn to Beijing East coast host is hostile colossal Money flaring like nostrils for drug dealing apostles, huh Al Pacino down to Nino Brown Me, Jay and Preemo, got it sewed across the board like Pokeno Teflon, make sure your jammy is full 'Cause I heard, Sammy the Bull lamps in Miami with pull Tropical leaves where I got a few keys With my man I'll stock a few G's, now it's unstoppable cheese Said we was garbage, so fuck college Street knowledge amazing to scholars when we coin phrases for dollars Star studded bitches with crystals Get fucked with pistols, just to see my shit, discharge puss I drop the stellar, even acapella I got to tell all about Roc-A-Fella [Chorus: Fat Joe sample] Yeah, bring it on if you think you can hang And if not then let me do my thing Yeah, bring it on if you think you can hang And if not then let me do my thing Yeah, bring it on if you think you can hang And if not then let me do my thing Yeah, bring it on if you think you can hang And if not then let me do my thing [Verse 2: Jay-Z] Mannerisms of a young Bobby DeNiro, spent Spanish wisdoms In a whip with dinero, crime organized like the Pharoahe I cream, I diamond gleam High post like Hakeem, got a lot of things to drop Brooklyn to Queens, I gotta keep my steam Niggas wanna try to hem my long jeans Uptown fiend for Jay-Z to appear on the scene In the meanwhile, here's something dope for y'all to lean Liaison for days on end Money make the world go around so I made some to spend Can I live, did dough with my nigs, dividends flow Like the Mississippi Riv', looking jig Can't do for dolo, had to turn away when Tony killed Manolo That's real, mixed feelings like a mulatto Thug thought he was O.G. Bobby Johnson I played him like Benny Blanco, mano a mano You ain't ready, I fondle trigger straight up, shoot my guns Horizontal, get your weight up, I am Two point two pounds You're barely a hundred and twenty five grams Wouldn't expect y'all to understand this money Do the knowledge, due to few dollars, I'm due to demolish Crews Brooklyn through Hollis to a hood near you, what the fuck? [Chorus: Fat Joe sample] Bring it on if you think you can hang [Verse 3: Big Jaz] Money is power, I'm energetic with facial credit Pure platinum fetish for cheddars Spread lettuce, heroes get deadish I make moves that remove pebbles out of shoes You suck pistol like pipe with the crystal John Stockton couldn't assist you Convoys of Benzes like we fouling in the U.N So what the fuck you doing? Whatever, nigga Fahrvergnügen, rugged yet polished Spanking dollars with the commas Banging bitches out the Bahamas On hides of llama we cry nada, fly farther Fry hotter, you die gotta, fuck with me witness mañana Absence of malice in my palace Call cousin now Dallas trigger finger with the callus Tip scales from mail to keep these niggas off balance Your frequent stops to O.T.B. you feeding me Steam a nigga scheming on the wrist action with the gleams Jewels for Pop Duke fulfill your dreams Never put the pure brown sugar before the dirty green cream [Chorus: Fat Joe sample] Yeah, bring it on if you think you can hang And if not then let me do my thing Yeah, bring it on if you think you can hang And if not then let me do my thing Yeah, bring it on if you think you can hang And if not then let me do my thing Yeah, bring it on if you think you can hang And if not then let me do my thing Yeah, bring it on, bring it on, bring it on Yeah, bring it on, bring it on, bring it on Yeah, bring it on, bring it on, bring it on Yeah, bring it on, bring it on, bring it on Bring it on, if you think, if you think, if you think15

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Regrets

JAY-Z

[Intro] Stress... Sunshine, shade, geyeah [Verse 1] I sold it all, from crack to opium In third person, I don't wanna see 'em So I'm rehearsin' with my peoples how to G 'em From a remote location in the BM Scopin' the whole situation, like, "Damn!" Metamorphic, as the dope turns to cream But one of these buyers got eyes like a Korean It's difficult to read 'em The windows to his soul were half closed, I put the key in Pulled off slow, hopin' my people fleein' Chink tried to knock the only link that tied me in Coppers was watchin' us through nighttime binoculars This time they got us on tape, exchangin' dope for dollars Make me wanna holler back at the crib in the sauna Prayin' my people bailed out like Time Warner Awaitin' a call, from his kin, not the coroner Phone in my hand, nervous confined to a corner Beads of sweat, second thoughts on my mind How can I ease the stress and learn to live with these regrets? (This time, stress, givin' this shit up, fuck) You might also like[Chorus 1] This is the number one rule for your set In order to survive, got to learn to live with regrets On the rise to the top many drop, don't forget In order to survive, got to learn to live with regrets This is the number one rule for your set In order to survive, got to learn to live with regrets If through our travels we get separated, never forget In order to survive, got to learn to live with regrets [Verse 2] As sure as this Earth is turnin', souls burnin' In search of higher learnin', turnin' in every direction, seekin' direction My mom's cryin', because her insides are dyin' Her son tryin' her patience, keep her heart racin' A million beats a minute, I know I push you to your limit But it's this game Love, I'm caught up all in it They make it so you can't prevent it Never give it, you gotta take it, can't fake it, I keep it authentic My hand got this pistol shakin' 'Cause I sense danger like Camp Crystal Lake and Don't wanna shoot him, but I got him trapped within this infrared dot About to hot him and hit rock bottom No answers to these trick questions, no time, shit's stressin' My life found I got to live for the right now Time waits for no man, can't turn back the hands Once it's too late, got to learn to live with regrets [Chorus 2] You used to hold me, told me that I was the best Anything in this world I want I could possess All that made me want is all that I could get In order to survive, got to learn to live with regrets (When I was young) you used to hold me Told me I was the best Anything in this world I want I could possess All that made me want is all that I could get In order to survive, got to learn to live with regrets [Verse 3] I found myself reminiscin', remember this one? When he was here he was crazy nice with his, son I miss him, long as I'm livin' he's livin' through memories He's there to kill all my suicidal tendencies In Heaven lookin' over me, or in Hell keepin' it cozy I'm comin', life on these streets ain't what it's supposed to be Remember Newton, mutual friend? Well, me and him feudin' On your life I tried to talk to him But you know niggas, think they guns can stop four niggas Frontin' like they're Big Willie but really owe niggas Hoe niggas, this year I'll show niggas — think I'm slippin'? I'm about to send you a roommate, no bullshittin' But my hustle's goin' too well to hit him You was right, niggas want you to be miserable with them Anyway, I ain't tryin' to hear it, I think I'm touched This whole verse I been talkin' to your spirit a little too much [Chorus 1] This is the number one rule for your set In order to survive, got to learn to live with regrets On the rise to the top many drop, don't forget In order to survive, got to learn to live with regrets This is the number one rule for your set In order to survive, got to learn to live with regrets If through our travels we get separated, never forget In order to survive, got to learn to live with regrets This is the number one rule for your set In order to survive, got to learn to live with regrets On the rise to the top many drop, don't forget In order to survive, got to learn to live with regrets This is the number one rule for your set In order to survive, got to learn to live with regrets If through our travels we get separated, never forget In order to survive, got to learn to live with regrets [Outro] Roc-A, Roc-A, Roc-A, Roc-A-Fella y'all14

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Can I Live II

JAY-Z

[Produced by K Rob] [Intro: Jay-Z] Yeah, is y'all niggas finished, yo? Is y'all niggas finished? Got your little radio play, your little BDS, huh You finished nigga? Huh huh, y'all finished Can I live, huh Can I live, yo, you're being stingy with the fucking music again yo [Verse 1: Jay-Z] Yo, yo... yo I blacks out, I pulls the MAC out Scream "what's that about?", then I clap out I get my plot on and my drop on, through the rotten Don't even hate on those who hate me, I got Pac on Feeling it (feeling it), chickens are ice grilling it Cops pulling it over, Jigga react militant Speed off, officer told me turn the beat off I turned it a level higher, then return the devil's fire I'm raised different, react in situations niggas lay stiff in Rookies blame it on the age difference My subliminal flows, create criminal odes Sing along if y'all with me, 'til the end of the road I'm cynical, when in the view of the public And this is because, I'm defensive when I'm in interviews The percentage who don't understand, is higher than the percentage who do Check yourself, what percentage is you? You might also like[Refrain: Jay-Z] Can I live, for all my niggas with all white Air Force Ones And black guns, stack ones yo Can I live, for all my chicks pigeon-toed Stand bowlegged like a bulldog, know what I mean, huh? Can I live, to all the cee-lo champs Two green dice and one red stop the bank and roll, heads, yo Can I live, to all my niggas who drink Hennessy straight Cop mixtapes and sell weight, niggas [Verse 2: Jay-Z] I got the Feds sending me letters, 'cause I'm schooling the youth But they can't lock me down, 'cause my tool is the truth Yeah I sold drugs for a living, that's a given Why is it? Why don't y'all try to visit the neighborhoods, I live in? My mind been through hell, my neighborhood is crime central Where cops lock you up more than try to defend you I push you to the limit when I'm needing the wealth And all I see is life cycle just repeating itself Ran into shorty bopping down the ave On his way to clocking math then He proceeded to show me a block of slab and said [Verse 3: Memphis Bleek] Ayo there's money out there I just got to have When I catch up to these fiends I'ma knock 'em on they ass Not to brag, sometimes I look at my life and laugh How I think about school and it taught me not to grab When I backed out, let one out, let the barrel turn Holla at you faggots that it's my block to burn That credit you dead it I know heads getting annoyed and knew all About a dope fiend before reading Donald Goines Flipping boy and, using the right cut One thing that's fucked up is bad dope that I can't pump This slab gotta re-up and re-bag Blend it in with the raw, bubble it fast cop more Once I get it I got it I lock it, nobody pop shit Selling twenties on my block, bitch, on some blacktop shit What you want nigga? What you want nigga? What you want, what you want nigga? [Outro: Jay-Z] Can I live... To all my niggas that hold coke in they bubble coat Trying to win with the construction Timbs yo Can I live... Yo USA, all my chicks that strip Boos go to the store with the doobie pins still in All my chicks with the credit card scams Two kids, one job, and no man All my chicks getting that washing set with their welfare check Haha, all the mamis dame un beso, alright All my niggas rocking them fitted caps Trying to get at this rap, know what I mean All my cats with open cases, big cars, and no license I like that shit, I see y'all All my niggas that say pause after they say some fucked up shit Hahahahaha, rock on and uh, Jigga shit, Roc-A-Fella forever yo Uhh, Major Coins, yeah, uh-huh Memph Bleek nigga, uh-huh uh3

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Burn Hollywood Burn

Public Enemy

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

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Marshall Mathers

Eminem

[Intro] You know, I just don't get it Last year, I was nobody This year, I'm selling records Now everybody wants to come around Like I owe 'em somethin' The fuck you want from me Ten-million dollars? Get the fuck outta here [Chorus 1] You see, I'm just Marshall Mathers (Marshall Mathers) I'm just a regular guy, I don't know why all the Fuss about me (Fuss about me) Nobody ever gave a fuck before, all they did Was doubt me (Did was doubt me) Now everybody wanna run they mouth and try to Take shots at me (Take shots at me) [Verse 1] Yo You might see me joggin', you might see me walkin' You might see me walkin' a dead Rottweiler dog With its head chopped off in the park with a spiked collar Hollerin' at him 'cause the son of a bitch won't quit barkin' (Ruff ruff) Or leanin' out a window with a cocked shotgun Drivin' up the block in the car that they shot Pac in Lookin' for Big's killers, dressin' ridiculous Blue and red, like I don't see what the big deal is Double barrel 12-gauge bigger than Chris Wallace Pissed off 'cause Biggie and Pac just missed all this Watchin' all these cheap imitations get rich off 'em And get dollars that shoulda been theirs like they switched wallets And amidst all this Crist' poppin' and wristwatches I just sit back and just watch and just get nauseous And walk around with an empty bottle of Remy Martin Startin' shit like some twenty-six-year-old skinny Cartman (Goddamn it!) An anti-Backstreet and Ricky Martin Whose instinct's to kill *NSYNC, don't get me started These fuckin' brats can't sing and Britney's garbage What's this bitch, retarded? Give me back my sixteen dollars! All I see is sissies in magazines smilin' Whatever happened to wilin' out and bein' violent? Whatever happened to catchin' a good old-fashioned passionate ass-whoopin' And gettin' your shoes, coat and your hat tooken? You might also like[Bridge] New Kids on the Block suck a lot of dick Boy, girl groups make me sick And I can't wait 'til I catch all you faggots in public I'ma love it (Hahaha) [Verse 2] Vanilla Ice don't like me (Uh-uh), he said some shit in Vibe to spite me (Yo) Then went and dyed his hair just like me (Haha) A bunch of little kids wanna swear just like me And run around screamin' "I don't care, just bite me!" (Na-na) I think I was put here to annoy the world And destroy your little four-year-old boy or girl Plus I was put here to put fear in faggots who spray Faygo Root Beer And call themselves clowns 'cause they look queer (Hehe) Faggy 2 Dope and Silent Gay Claimin' Detroit, when y'all live twenty miles away (Fuckin' punks) And I don't wrestle, I'll knock you fuckin' faggots the fuck out Aks 'em about the club they was at when they snuck out After they ducked out the back when they saw us and bugged out (Ah!) Ducked down and got paintballs shot at they truck — blaow! Look at y'all runnin' your mouth again When you ain't seen a fuckin' mile road south of 10 And I don't need help from D12 to beat up two females In make-up who may try to scratch me with Lee Nails "Slim Anus"? You damn right, slim anus I don't get fucked in mine like you two little flamin' faggots [Chorus 2] 'Cause I'm just Marshall Mathers (Marshall Mathers) I'm not a wrestler guy, I'll knock you out If you talk about me (Talk about me) Come and see me on the streets alone if you assholes Doubt me (Assholes doubt me) And if you wanna run your mouth then come take your best shot At me (Best shot at me) [Verse 3] Is it because you love me that y'all expect so much of me? You little groupie bitch, get off me, go fuck Puffy Now because of this blonde mop that's on top Of this fucked up head that I've got, I've gone pop? The underground just spunned around and did a three-sixty Now these kids diss me and act like some big sissies "Oh, he just did some shit with Missy So now he thinks he's too big to do some shit with MC Get-Bizzy" My fuckin' bitch mom's suin' for ten-million She must want a dollar for every pill I've been stealin' Shit, where the fuck you think I picked up the habit? All I had to do was go in her room and lift up her mattress Which is it, bitch: Mrs. Briggs or Ms. Mathers? It doesn't matter, **** ******** **** ******'* * faggot Talkin' about I fabricated my past He's just aggravated I won't ejaculate in his ass (Ugh!) So tell me, what the hell is a fella to do? For every million I make, another relative sues Family fightin' and fussin' over who wants to invite me to supper All of a sudden, I got ninety-some cousins (Hey, it's me!) A half-brother and sister who never seen me Or even bothered to call me until they saw me on TV Now everybody's so happy and proud I'm finally allowed to step foot in my girlfriend's house (Hey!) And then to top it off I walked to the newsstand To buy this cheap-ass little magazine with a food stamp Skipped to the last page, flipped right fast And what do I see? A picture of my big white ass Okay, let me give you motherfuckers some help, uh, here "XXL! XXL!" Now your magazine shouldn't have so much trouble to sell Aw, fuck it, I'll even buy a couple myself [Chorus 3] 'Cause I'm just Marshall Mathers (Marshall Mathers) I'm just a regular guy, I don't know why all the Fuss about me (Fuss about me) Nobody ever gave a fuck before, all they did Was doubt me (Did was doubt me) Now everybody wanna run they mouth and try to Take shots at me (Take shots at me) Because I'm just Marshall Mathers (Marshall Mathers) I'm just a regular guy, I don't know why all the Fuss about me (Fuss about me) Nobody ever gave a fuck before, all they did Was doubt me (Did was doubt me) Now everybody wanna run they mouth and try to Take shots at me (Take shots at me)118

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Guess Who’s Back

Scarface

[Intro: Jay-Z] Talk to me, man... (Ugh-ugh) It's your boy, Young Hov And if you turn the motherfucking noise up We can get right into the proceedings this evening The headphones are distortin', bring it down a lil' bit Okay Now, we working with it (Ugh, ugh) The boy Face up in Baseline, baby (Facemob!) Welcome to New York City (Ugh, ugh, ugh) It's your boy Young Hov' (Chyeah, chyeah) Kanye West on the track (Woo!) Chi-Town, what’s going on now? (Uh-huh, uh-huh) Can I talk to y'all for a minute? Let me talk to y'all for a minute Just gimme a minute of your time, baby I don't want much (Woo!) Let me talk to these motherfuckers Ugh! [Verse 1: Jay-Z] Guess who's bizzack? You still smelling crack in my clothes Don't make me have to relapse on these hoes Take it back out to taxing them roads; when I was huggin' it Niggas couldn't do none wit it, straight from the oven wit it Came from the dirt I emerged from it all without a stain on my shirt You can blame my old earth For the shit she instilled in me, still with me, pain plus work Shit, she made me milk this game for all it's worth That's right, these niggas can't fuck with me I'm calling "guts" every time, drag my nuts every time, homie We make a great combination, don't we? Me and the Facemob, every time we face off Face it, y'all—y'all niggas playin' basic-ball I'm on the block like I'm eight feet tall (Woo!) Homie, I'm in the drop with the A/C off That's why the streets embrace me, dog, I'm so cool! You might also like[Chorus: Kanye West] Guess who's bizzack? Back on the block with them O's Facemob, Mack Mittens and Hov Don't make me relapse, back to the block with the four 'Cause this street shit is all I know [Verse 2: Scarface] From the womb to the tomb, a hot pot, a jar and a spoon Tryna make me forty thousand and move Motels, star-studded, rockstars and goons Plainclothes wanna run in my room (Woooo) But nigga, guess who's bizzack? It's your boy, Facemob Started with an eightball, gotta get this cake, dog Give niggas a break? Nah, you know how the game go Fuck you think I slang for? To go against the grain? (No!) I'm out here in grind mode, wrapped up in the paper chase I wanna fuck a fine ho and candy-paint the '88 Don't got no wholesale, 'cause that ain't how I wanna run it Here, take these five stones, and bring a nigga back a hundred Gotta set my feet dude, you do shit a fiend do The fire get too hot in the kitchen, I hit the streets, fool Money is an issue, and that's on the fo'-shizzle, my nizzle Your block warm, and I come by with the fizzle And make for sure I get to work mines, a car at a time We go to war, and you ain't making a dime, haha! 'Cause I got shit to lose; a nigga out here paying his dues My baby walking, gotta get him some shoes [Bridge: Scarface] It's a new game brewing, let me give ya the rules Get out of line and I'ma give ya the blues, ha It's a new game goin', lemme give you the rules Get out of line and I'ma give ya the blues, haha! (Whoa) [Verse 3: Beanie Sigel] Guess who's bizzack? The boy, B-Mizzack (Yeah) AKA Mr. Crack-A-Brick (Straight) Turn a whole one from a half a brick Look, I mastered this, you can smell it once the plastic rips A hot plate'll make you swell up if you gasket-clipped You can make your chips swell up, you don't have to pitch Play them corners like a safety, watching traffic switch Young'un, never pump fake, and you'll get past the blitz (Huh) And keep your whole hood on flip (Ugh) Like old box-spring, pissy mattress shit No, won't box a thing, strictly blasting shit I hug the block like quarter-water (Ugh) Shit, I used to hug a corner like a old deuce and a quarter 'Til, like, deuce in the morning With the old heads (Ugh), slangin' loose quarters (Quarters) This Philly cat back at it (At it) Still fucking with them crack addicts, still busting with that black-matic [Chorus: Kanye West] Guess who's bizzack? Back on the block with them O's Facemob, Mack Mittens and Hov Don't make me relapse, back to the block with the four 'Cause this street shit is all I know15

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The Champ

Ghostface Killah

[Intro: Just Blaze, (Ghostface Killah)] This guy is a bulldozer with a wrecking ball attached. He’ll leave a ring around your eye and tread marks on your back. He’s an animal, he’s hungry. You ain’t been hungry, since Supreme Clientele. Remember what you first told me when I took ya in. You wanted to be a fighter (Yeah). You wanted to be a killer (New York, stand up). You wanted to be the Champ! (Got your boy in the booth, nigga). You ain’t hungry. Matter of fact I don’t want you in my gym. Get out of my ring, you disgust me... Just Blaze! [Verse 1: Ghostface Killah] Godzilla bankroll, stones from Sierra Leone Yo I ain’t got it all, that means I’m barely home Trailblazer stay balling with vengeance My arts is crafty darts, why y’all stuck on Laffy Taffy? Wondering, how did y’all niggas get past me? I been doing this before Nas dropped the Nasty My Wallos I did ‘em up, them bricks I sent ‘em up My raps y'all bit ‘em up, for that now stick ‘em up 10-4 good buddy, Tone got his money up Worth millions, still bag your bitch looking bummy what Y‘all staring at the angel of death Liar liar pants on fire, you burning up like David Koresh This is architect music, verbal street opera Pop a Tec mad fluid, got the projects booming indeed I ran through the Tunnel, terrorized speed That’s when I was still in the jungle, slinging that D [Interlude: Just Blaze] *Bell rings* Get out my face! No you ain’t got no mo? Don’t need no has been messin’ up my corner. And you better get that mad look off your face for I knock it off. Hey, fool, you ready for another beating. You should have never came back. Look here man after I crucify him, you next! And you better have a good doctor to rearrange your face. I’m the Champ! [Verse 2: Ghostface Killah] Who want to battle the Don? I’m James Bond in the Octagon with two razors Bet y’all didn’t know I had a fake arm I lost it, wild and raw before rap, I was gettin’ it on Took a fat nigga out in like 40 seconds My gun get hard wit a 45 steel erection Eagle on, Kangol half-slanted, Coconut Ballys from Morocco Guerilla medallions like Flavor Flav clock, yo Niggas want me dead but they scared to step to me Rip they guts out like a hysterectomy When beef collide look on the flip by the penitentiary kite Or get you bumped off from the inside Jaws is hanging, frauds is left in they draws on the floor complaining Bird ass nigga resemble Keenan Ivory Wayans Stay in your place dirt poor rappers get shadow boxed for training Y'all still eating bacon You might also like[Interlude: Just Blaze] *Bell rings* Think nobody can. Don’t give this sucker no statue, give him death. I told y’all I wasn’t going away. You had your shot no give me mine. Now why don’t you tell these folks why you been ducking me, politics man. You think you going to keep me down. They don’t want me to have the title. Because I’m not a puppet like that fool up there. Ask his woman she get more pipe from the plumber than in bed. I’m the Champ! [Verse 3: Ghostface Killah] I’m like the deuce of diamonds cutting spades on a glass table Half a mil’ on my left ankle Terrycloth Guess shorts, robes is comfortable Bring me a nice bitch, that means I’ll fuck with you My swagger is Mick Jagger, stones is rolling Prestige is cut to a T, spark when weed went up The coca leaf is slightly damp Sprouting in the backyard next to Gram Dukes’ tomato plants And jets get chartered, marquee shit with the cars on it The haters, they earl, run to the toilet and vomit Back East, I’m a MC king since Cuban Pretty Tone, Iron Man, Bulletproof and Supreme Kufi on, double deuce in the jeans My man shape was on the floor with the mother lode, both of them green IBF, WBC, cruiserweight, title shots, and rap belts belong to D.C. [Outro: Just Blaze, (ODB sample)] Listen, I am bad, I said I am bad. I’m a bad man. I’m so bad sometimes I’s scare myself. Sometimes I look in the mirror and want to kiss myself I’m so pretty. Now who am I? (The man) Now who am I? (The man) Who? (The Man) That’s right and don’t y’all forget it... Ladies and gentlemen!. The winner by consecutive knockout and still champion of the world... (Ghost... face... Killah) *Cheering in the background*5

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Bomb First (My Second Reply)

2Pac

[Intro: Press Release] In today's music news: the ever-controversial 2Pac Shakur has just released another album under the alias "Makaveli." Music insiders are running wild trying to rearrange other artists' street dates in fear of a wipeout in retail inter-chart movement. Although no one knows the exact cause of the new album, resources tell me a number of less fortunate rappers have joined together in conspiracy to assassinate the character of not only Mr Shakur but of Death Row Records as well. Nas, the alleged ring leader, is furious at 2Pac's – excuse me – Makaveli's verbal assault on Mobb Sleep, Notorious P.I.G., and several other New York rappers. JAY-Z from "Hawaiian Sophie" fame, Big Little whatever, and several other corny-sounding motherfuckers are understandably shaken up by this release. The question everybody wants to know is: why'd they get this nigga started? 2Pac – rather Makaveli – was not available for comment but released this statement: [Spoken: 2Pac] It's not about East or West It's about niggas and bitches Power and money, ridaz and punks Which side are you on? *Heartbeat* *Gunshots* *Encroaching footsteps* These niggas is still fuckin' talkin'? You niggas still breathin'? Fuckin' roaches A'ight, it's the Raid on cockroaches Punk motherfuckers, this is it (Makaveli The Don) Killuminati Style (All day) (Up in your ass) (Bomb first) (Outlaw Ridahz) Solo shit, bring it! [Verse 1: 2Pac] Allow me to introduce first: Makaveli the Don like The Holy Qur'an Niggas get shook like 5-0 My .45 is next to me when we ride, for survival Money-makin' plans, pistol close at hand, swollen pockets Let me introduce the topic, then we drop it Expose snakes ‘cause they breed freely See me rise, located worldwide like the art of graffiti I think I'm tougher than Nitti, my attitude is shitty Born on a dope fiend's titty, (huh) in every city You'll find me, look for trouble right behind me My Outlaw niggas down to die for me, nah'mean? I hit the scene, niggas duckin' from my guillotine stare I'm right there, my every word a fuckin' nightmare Get me high, let me see the sun rise and fall This for my dogs, down to die for y'all Extreme venom, no mercy when we all up in ’em Cut ’em down, to Hell is where we send ’em My whole team trained to explode, ride or die Murder motherfuckers lyrically and I'm not gon' cry Me, a born leader, never leave the block without my heater Two big pits, I call them "my bitch-nigga eaters" And not a whimper until I'm gone Thug Life runnin' through my veins so I'm strong Bye, bye, bye, let's get high and ride Oh, how do we do these niggas, but I'm not gon' cry I'm a Bad Boy killer, JAY-Z die too Lookin' out for Mobb Deep, nigga, when I find you Weak motherfuckers don't deserve to breathe How many niggas down to die for me? Yay-yay! West Coast rider, comin' right behind ya Should have never fucked with me I want money, hoes, sex and weed I won't rest until my road dog's free – bomb first You might also like[Chorus: 2Pac] We bomb first when we ride Please reconsider 'fore you die We ain't even come to hurt nobody tonight But it's my life or your life, and I'ma bomb first We bomb first when we ride Please reconsider 'fore you die We ain't even come to fight tonight But it's my life or your life, and I'ma bomb first [Verse 2: E.D.I. Mean] For so many days, in so many ways we've been duckin' strays They delivers, but still we some Bad Boy killers Got nuttin' to lose, I gots nowhere to go I only got one home, see me stranded on Death Row With Outlawz, it's Makaveli be the general And I be a soldier on a mission, sent to do what you'll never do And that's ride for the cause, yes, I'll die for the cause You best believe, if I'ma leave this bitch, yo I'm dyin' with yours Kamikaze, sicker than a ma'fuckin' Nazi Got a little question for that nigga that made "Paparazzi" If you ain't in this rap game for the motherfuckin' cash, mane Then what is your motherfuckin' purpose? None can serve us E.D.I. Mean, born worthless That's until the day, I decided to bomb first, bitch! [Bridge: 2Pac] Biatch! Come on, bring it, down with it! Then we ride Come on, bring it Bomb first when we ride Hey, get that nigga! [Verse 3: Young Noble] Your style wack as ever, like you was rockin' patent leather Causin' massive terror, y'all niggas lack, you ain't thorough Half rapper, half drug kingpin, you're tellin' fairy tales, dunn "King of New York" like you the motherfuckin' one? But I'm from Jers', we don't play that shit From the Clair down to Newark Bricks all my niggas flippin’ chips Gettin’ rich, even though it's hard Tryna creep through these halls and brawls without scarred by a revolve' With no warning signs, ‘cause yo, my man took five Now I'm the youngin with the 9 ready to put in my time [Outro: 2Pac] Shoot first, look at their head, burst bleeding Don't want to hear no shit this evening, believe me We bomb first when we ride Please reconsider 'fore you die G's and thug niggas on the rise Plan, plot, strategize, but bomb first We bomb first when we ride Please reconsider 'fore you die G's and thug niggas on the rise Plan, plot, strategize, and bomb first [Segue to "Hail Mary"] Let us pray, my nigga 'Cause we definitely have sinned43

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Death Wish

Jadakiss

[Verse 1: Jadakiss] They must got a death wish Cause they was on the road to the riches Back in the day, but they got off on the exit Real disrespect shit Whenever a nigga try to fuck up your investment, it's hard to digest it These young niggas don't wanna get punched in they faces So they keep the burner on 'em, and catch a bunch of cases These old niggas still think they living in the 80's And shorties that they knew since they were babies turned crazy The bitches still holla at anybody lookin' like they gettin' a couple dollars Could fuck, suck and swallow Ain't nobody winning, but everybody can't lose The dirt's still there, funeral home ain't move Going in, coming out gang affiliated You'd rather go back before being humiliated A black cloud over the hood, you can't escape it Dust smoking niggas walking 'round in the matrix Loyalty is thin, the tension is thick Look at a broke nigga's face when you mention a brick Stick-up kids come around when they sense that you rich Candles and lizzle get lit when you get hit with the fifth Niggas that used to hoop dream is now selling the piff And they still ratting but you can't tell if you stiff Especially when the Tec spit Fuck around get your head, and your neck hit, looking for a death wish See Jadakiss LiveGet tickets as low as $41You might also like[Chorus: Jadakiss] Talking out your mouth, all reckless To a nigga that you know, that'll let it off, that's a death wish When your heart stops, and your body gets breathless And help don't come in enough time, that's a death wish When you see the blood and realize that your chest is hit And don't know where it came from, that's a death wish When you know a nigga, whole style's on some next shit And you violate 'em that's a death wish [Verse 2: Lil Wayne] Young Money! Ahh, I be on that way left shit Better get right or get left shit Better hit right or get left hit Even if you threw the best pitch Yes bitch it's Weezy-F bitch, I'm the best bitch Motherfuck your guest list, I be like, let's just Kill him and get breakfast, neck slit Next shit expect this, every time you check this I'm exit, I mean, excited to be your death wish Bitch I wear this G shit on my heart, not my necklace And I keep the Heckler for the hecklers And I'm from the Mecca of the reckless with a record-breaking death list The reckless and neglecters think the election won't affect us I'm high above you, above law, above average Niggas snitching, put niggas in a can like a beverage Damn! I pop at your head, fuck up your memories I put a bullet in Nina head and let her reminisce Yeah, if you don't remember shit you goin' remember this I'm knocking niggas down this year, I'm on my timber shit Big lion growl at you niggas on that Simba shit I'll be on that "Fuck yo' clique, I'll kill every member" shit Cold as December shit, bang in any weather shit And they could buy your bag with body parts sold separate Yeah, that's a bet bitch like Russian Roulette bitch Weezy be the genie in a bottle, here's your death wish5

Hip Hop

6 Minutes of Death

Joe Budden

[Verse 1: Jae Millz] Millz break the block down from A to Z I could supply you with work, little nigga, I'm like a temp agency I'm in the kitchen, wood chair with the feet broke Soft white got the table looking like a ski slope Fuck going out, me and my money elope And most niggas rap about money but they be broke My man went to Morehouse and had strong blow So I had him pitching in Atlanta like John Smoltz Nigga, money make the world go round And a stack of it'll make a nigga girl go down, clown Patron and Grey Goose get the bitch loose And after the crew, I'll have her licking on her sis, too We getting money where I'm from, nigga (Harlem!) We getting tired of your chick, tell her pack her shit Come and get her, put her onto some shit, and get her grind right Get her mind right, fatten the ass and get her spine tight I'm the flyest Most niggas want a deal with Nike I'm like, dumb nigga, I'm tryna buy it I need percentages, I don't care who the hottest Little nigga, I think big like Christopher Wallace And I won't stop until my grandkids' grandkids sitting on dollars And I ain't even a father, nigga, call me Your Majesty Young, black and fly And when it come to dough I got a Jewish mentality Little fuck niggas still trying to battle me I go in their mouth like I'm a dentist looking for cavities I don't know why your mans hyped you with that battery I'll hit your whole team with caps, and I don't mean salaries, nigga Already got dough, now I'm chasing the power I'm the statue, stand tall cause I'm replacing the Towers And these niggas washed up now, they faces is sour Mad cause they broke and lonely and I'm making them dollars With enough divas to spread out to ten cities I can throw assists all night like I'm M. Bibby Harlem got a fucking reason to front now Uptown, let's go, we got a reason to stunt now I told Joey and Stack shit ain't intact Captains lost our city now we gotta get it back Nigga, you can take it how you wanna But ain't nothing impress me for the last three summers I don't give a fuck how disrespected you may feel Nigga, see me when you see me It's whatever, it's Jae Millz, motherfucker You might also like[Verse 2: Stack Bundles] Nigga, the booth feel better when real 'round it Still round it, dress square but a nigga well rounded Grounded like I came home late on my curfew And proved I was better than most niggas my first two Lil' years in the mixtape league Now it's bidding war time, I got a Bloomberg league So the hood's overwhelmed They know it's the voice of the hustle Whenever they hear son up at the helm Son give 'em hell like Daniel in The Advocate The fans fiending for it, they got the addict itch That's the bundles, put it all in your nose These niggas is lil' me's, hear it all in their flows Ho's, that's a topic you don't even wanna touch on I face-fuck the ones you couldn't touch on Hand brushed on see the denim, know what these 'bout The Antik's, Red Monkey's, or Vi's out Y'all bring the V's out, I can even splurge GT's wasn't me so I'm leaning towards the Spurs Leaning towards the furs a lil' more to my nature Mink, coyote, fox all in the nature I get it in blocks I'm the Seymour Cake-ster I give it on the arm, you can get it from me Cause if prices was any cheaper y'all be sellin' it for free Paid 2-3 sell it for 2-2-5 McDonald's is making more for profit off Super Size I spit the truth inside, niggas wrote the fake shit These niggas practicing snitching, y'all on some jake shit Millz spoke on it, I agree with him Can't even spar with niggas, what's the reason for a gym Ain't hot enough to even work up a sweat I been fire since Wu days with The Purple Cassette So when you mention my name these niggas get offended No chain on, just a five star pendant General of that Riot so Squadddd Up Feeling real prestigious hopping out that Porsche truck I'm on top of my game and still climbing They're not fucking with him, can't even peel off his hymen [Verse 3: Joe Budden] It's the nigga with the mask on that would yack dude for jewels Ain't gotta say it, that dude the truth, make me put that tool to use And these niggas that be in the game shakin like Mahmoud Abdul-Rauf Not Tourrette's, gotta rep my team to the end Lambos to Ferraris to the Beamers to the Benz If I blam it'll kill, never ran never will Only thing that bleed on me is these jeans on my Timbs Hat low, it's not a weak link in my squad I'm LL, in too deep, I'm thinking I'm God Far as rappers, I'm thinking they're frauds Call 'em all Rubix Cubes cause I really used to think they was hard Ha! For once trust me, you don't wanna start problems The pound will make you Eddie Curry with a heart problem So if you on the block with only a few grams, man Then you a bird nigga, Toucan Sam And any beat, I'mma air that, rappers just gotta wear that Fox Brown should be the only one that can't hear that Hit you in the spine or the belly, gun on me I ain't Sticky Fingaz, I ain't leave mine in the telly, smell me? Thank god he ain't fucking wit that red line Cause I'll murk any nigga that disrespect mine If it wasn't Fed time, or lock up or rec time Dude'll be a Daily News headline You ain't the best, what memo got sent? If you got dogs, what kennel they in? So if you wanna get fresh like a Mentos mint Then it'll tempt those men with clips longer than Leno's chin There ain't no type of guts wit you You Terrell Owens, them niggas that wear eagles They don't even wanna fuck with you Me, fam? I was pimping weed dirt Back when niggas used to rock Simpsons t-shirts I'll give it to any nigga, I mean any nigga Big man or skinny nigga, dare a dude tempt me, nigga Auto or semi, nigga; dump till it's empty, nigga They don't even want you in New York -- you like Penny, nigga Check the time -- it's around that hour Little niggas, they ain't 'round that powder They ain't super or Luigi or Mario, ain't found that power Plus they couldn't spit fire if they found that flower Cowards, know the toys bust loco While they trying to dap my hand like the Boy's Club logo And yea that 5 slide and clock I'm the million dollar baby, but I won't die trying to box Don't want a piece of the cake, I won't the pie and all I don't believe 'em when they say that they supplying the raw You don't move white, you lying, dog That's a never-ending story without the white flying dog Son, these dudes is broke, don't know the feeling of bread They in debt, tampon niggas, still in the red And the fans keep asking if ya man stopped beefing I call 'em Mr. Fantastic, tell 'em, "Stop reaching" [Outro: Killa BH] Ah-ha, stop reaching! Killa BH, son! I'm ready to rock Yo, ah-ha When I come through, I'm like...a something I can't remember I'm that nice Like the spice Ah-ha I can't even spit right1

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Welcome to the Terrordome

Public Enemy

[Intro: Samples] "Hey!" "This—" "This is a journey—" "—jour—" "—journey, through sound" "Would you join me, please, in welcome-in-ing—" "Hahahaha" [Verse 1] I got so much trouble on my mind Refuse to lose Here's your ticket; Hear the drummer get wicked The crew to you to push the back to Black attack So I sack and jack, then slapped the Mac Now I'm ready to mic it (You know I like it) huh Hear my favoritism roll "Oh" Never be a brother like, "Me go solo" Laser, anesthesia, maze ya Ways to blaze your brain and train ya The way I'm livin', forgiven, what I'm givin' up X on the flex, hit me now I don't know about later As for now, I know how to avoid the paranoid Man, I've had it up to here Yeah, I wear got 'em going in fear Rhetoric said and read just a bit ago Not quitting, though signed the hard rhymer Work to keep from getting jerked Checkin' some ways (Ways) To way back in the better days Raw metaphysically bold, never followed a code Still dropped a load Never question what I am, God knows, huh! 'Cause it's coming from the heart What I got, better get some Get on up, hustler of culture Snake bitten, been spit in the face, huh! But the rhymes keep fittin' Respect's been given, how's ya livin' Now I can't protect, a paid-off defect Check the record and reckon an intentional wreck Played, off as some intellect Made the call, took the fall, broke the laws Not my fault that they're fallin' off Known as fair and square throughout my years So I growl at the livin' foul Black to the bone, my home is your home But welcome to the Terrordome You might also like[Interlude] Come on down, get down Come on, you can get it, get it, get it Come on down, get down Come on, you can get it, get it, get it Come on down, get down Come on, you can get it, get it, get it Come on down, get down Come on, you can get it, get it, get it "Would you join me please in welcome-in-ing..." [Ad-lib: Flavor Flav] So long now, have a good trip! Yo, yo, who put this thing together, huh? Me! Me, that's who! Who I trust? Who I trust? Me, that's who! Yo, who you trust, man? [Verse 2] Subordinate terror, kickin' off an era Cold deliverin' pain My '98 was '87 on a record, yo So now I go Bronco (Oh Chuck, they out to get us, man! Oh-oh-oh oh-oh-oh Chuck, they out to get us, man! Yo, we gotta dust these boys off!) Crucifixion ain't no fiction So-called chosen frozen Apology made to whoever pleases Still they got me like Jesus I rather sing, bring, think, reminisce 'Bout a brother while I'm in sync Every brother ain't a brother 'cause a color Just as well could be undercover Backstabbed, grabbed a flag from the back of the lab Told a Rab get off the rag Sad to say, I got sold down the river Still some quiver when I deliver Never to say I never knew or had a clue Word was Herb, plus hard on the boulevard Lies, scandalizin', basin' Traits of hate, who's celebratin' with Satan? I rope-a-dope the evil with righteous, bobbin' and weavin' And let the good get even C'mon down (C'mon!) But welcome to the Terrordome [Verse 3] Caught in the race against time, the pit and the pendulum Check the rhythm and rhymes while I'm bending 'em Snakes blowing up the lines of design (Would you join me please in welcome-in-ing...) Trying to blind the science I'm sending 'em How to fight the power, cannot run and hide But it shouldn't be suicide In a game, a fool without the rules Got a hell of a nerve to just criticize Every brother ain't a brother 'Cause a black hand squeezed on Malcolm X the man The shooting of Huey Newton From a hand of a Nig who pulled the trig [Verse 4] It's weak to speak and blame somebody else When you destroy yourself First, nothin' worse Than a mother's pain of a son slain in Bensonhurst Can't wait for the state to decide the fate So this jam I dedicate Places with the racist faces Example, one of many places Greek, week-end, speech, I speak From a lesson, learned in Virginia I don't smile in the line of fire, I go wildin' But it's on bass and drums, even violins Whatcha do, getcha head ready Instead of getting physically sweaty When I get mad, I put it down on a pad, huh! Give ya something that ya never had Controllin', fear of high rollin' God bless your soul and keep livin' Never allowed, kickin' it loud Droppin' a bomb, brain game, intellectual Vietnam Move as a team, never move alone But welcome to the Terrordome2

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I Love The Dough

The Notorious B.I.G.

[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 You might also like[Chorus: Angela Winbush] Gotta let it show, I love the dough, hey I love the dough, more than you know Gotta let it show, I love the dough, hey [Verse 2: The Notorious B.I.G.] I'm poppin' Magnums while Jigga bag somethin' Watch is platinum, got jet lag from Flights back and forth, pop corks of the best grapes Make the best CDs and the best tapes Don't forget the vinyl; take girls, break spinals Biggie be Richie like Lionel, shit You seen the Jesús, dipped to H classes Ice project off lights, chick flashes Blind your broke asses Even got rocks in the beards and mustaches; rock top fashions Ain't shit changed, 'cept the number after the dot on the Range Way niggas look at me now, kinda strange I hate y'all too Rather be in Caribbean sands with Rachel It's unreal, out the blue Frank White got sex appeal Bitches used to go, "Ewww!" Still tote steel, I'm tryin' to see five mil off the single, for real You ain't fazin' the amazin' While your gun's raisin', mine is blazin' See you want see me all talkin' to sweetness Take it for weakness and leave quick Blocka, Roc-A-Fella, Bad Boy collabo Two MCs with mad dough, you know [Chorus: Angela Winbush] I love the dough, more than you know Gotta let it show, I love the dough, hey (I love the dough) I love the dough, more than you know (gonna let it show) Gotta let it show, I love the dough, hey [Verse 3: JAY-Z] Miraculous, pockets stay full Niggas skip the bull 'cause we matadors Snatch the P89s that we pack in the drawers And we clap the doors of your Acuras Snap like, cameras on amateurs Make you all dance, hold a hammer to yours Jig and Big rock ice, no cracks or flaws Everybody got a part to play, back to yours Run up in your crib now, crack your doors Watch the real players live, it's a habit to floss Play the charts like The Beatles, y'all adapt you lost And toast Cristal on behalf of y'all Too bad for y'all Ain't too many as bad as yours truly Do we, we laugh at y'all Little bastards y'all [Verse 4: The Notorious B.I.G.] Uhh, uhh We hit makers with acres Roll shakers in Vegas, you can't break us Lost chips on Lakers, gassed off Shaq Country house, tennis courts and horseback Ridin', decidin' cracked crab or lobster Who say mobsters don't prosper? Niggas is actors, niggas deserve Oscars Me I'm, critically acclaimed, slug pass your brain Reminisce on dames whose coochie used to stink When we rocked house pieces and puffy Gucci links Now we buy homes in unfamiliar places Tito smile every time he see our faces Cases catch more than outfielders Half these rappin' cats ain't seen war Couldn't score if they had point game, they lame Speak my name, I make 'em Dash like Dame (We love the dough...) [Chorus: Angela Winbush] I love the dough, more than you know (gonna let it show) Gotta let it show, I love the dough, hey I love the dough, more than you know (gonna let it show) Gotta let it show, I love the dough, hey I love the dough, more than you know (ah yeah) Gotta let it show, I love the dough, hey I love the dough, more than you know Gotta let it show, I love the dough, hey26

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Second Round K.O.

Canibus

[Intro: Mike Tyson] Yo, Canibus, man, what's up, man? I caught you on that cut with Wyclef Man, you were booming But I caught these foul slouch-ass niggas, you know I mean? Talking foul about you the other night On the corner of the boulevard, man, I wasn't with that But I ain't know you well enough to defend you though, right? But you seem like you got true game But peep game, man, they've been playing me all my life, man You know I won the title a couple of times Did right, you know what I mean? But they can't hurt us, man, we gonna do it Get up in this ring, man, put on these gloves Let me show how to handle yourself, man You don't got nobody out there with you I gots to show you, man, get up in there, move that head, man Come on to me, man, but when you come, man You gotta come for blood, man Come up to me, man, come on, bust that nigga whole Man, niggas talking that shit about you Hey, Mike Tyson here speaking With the Canibus man over here Yo, Canibus your main objective out here Is to do nothing but eat, eat, eat, eat MC's for lunch, breakfast Hey, man, they been playing me all my life, man You know I won the title a couple of times, did right? No, but they can't hurt us, man We gonna do it, get up in this ring man, put on these gloves Let me show you how to handle yourself, man You might also like[Verse 1: Canibus] Yo, I'ma let the world know the truth, you don't want me to shine You studied my rhyme, then you laid your vocals after mine That's a bitch move, somethin' that a homo rapper would do So when you say that you platinum, you only droppin' clues I studied your background, read the book that you wrote Researched your footnotes 'bout how you used to sniff coke Frontin' like a drug-free role model, you disgust me I know bitches that seen you smoke weed recently You walk around showin' off your body 'cause it sells Plus to avoid the fact that you ain't got skills Mad at me 'cause I kick that shit real niggas feel While 99% of your fans wear high heels From Ice-T to Kool Moe Dee to Jay Z Now you want to fuck with me? You must be crazy You drippin' with wack juice and you can't get it off You better be prepared to finish what you start, nigga [Interlude: Mike Tyson] Yo Canibus, man, you gotta hit harder than that man You don't want no bitch-ass niggas hanging out with me, man We're warriors man, when we go into battle We come out or don't come out at all [Verse 2: Canibus] You better give me the respect that I deserve or I'ma take it by force Blast you with a .45 Colt, make you somersault Shock you with a couple hundred thousand volt thunderbolts Before you wanted a war, now you wanna talk? It's about who strikes the hardest, not who strikes first That's why I laugh when I hear that wack-ass verse That shit was the worst rhyme I ever heard in my life 'Cause the greatest rapper of all time died on March 9th God bless his soul; rest in peace, kid It's because of him now at least I know what beef is It's not what I would call this, see this is somethin' different A faggot nigga tryna make a livin' off of dissin' Somebody that he gotta know is better than him But he feelin' himself 'cause he got more cheddar than him Well, let me tell you somethin', you might got more cash than me But you ain't got the skills to eat a nigga's ass like me And if you really want to show off, we can get it on Live in front of the cameras on your own sitcom I'll let you kick a verse—fuck it, I'll let you kick 'em all I'll even wait for the studio audience to applaud Now watch me rip the tat from your arm Kick you in the groin, stick you for your Vanguard award In front of your mom, your first, second and third born Make your wife get on the horn, call Minister Farrakhan So he could persuade me to squash it I say "Naw, he started it, he forgot what a hardcore artist is." A hardcore artist is a dangerous man Such as myself, trained to run twenty miles in soft sand On or off land, programmed to kick hundreds of bars offhand From a lost and forgotten land You done did it, man, you done spitted some wack shit And probably thought that because it's been a minute I'll forget it? Fuck that! 'Cause like Common and Cube, I See the Bitch in Yoo And I'ma make the world see it too, motherfucker [Interlude: Referee] Ladies and gentlemen, we have a new lyrical weight champion By second round knock out 3 minutes and 40 seconds, Can-i-bus [Outro: Mike Tyson] Yo, Canibus man, you moving like Mike Tyson Jr Man, you in-and-out, and you're agile with your flow, man But dig right, you got to eat, man That's your name Canibus Your whole agenda is to eat these niggas, man They have no business to be in the same stage with you Holding the mic with you, but dig right Hey, Mike Tyson here speaking With the Canibus man over here Yo, Canibus, your main objective out here Is to do nothing but eat, eat, eat, eat MC's For lunch, breakfast, dinner; that's your agenda, baby Your agenda to consume them Their whole existence, they can't exist in your presence The Canibus is here to rule forever, Mike Tyson, on the def11

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Shakey Dog

Ghostface Killah

[Intro: Ghostface Killah] Yeah, what's the deal? What's the deal y'all? I need y'all niggas to buckle up one time Fasten your seatbelts, I'ma take y'all on some real shit This Theodore shit, y'all niggas know what time it is and shit Y'know I mean? It's real motherfuckin' shit, you know [Verse: Ghostface Killah] Yo, making moves back and forth uptown 60 dollars plus toll is the cab fee Wintertime bubble goose, goose, clouds of smoke Music blastin' and the Arab V blunted Whip smelling like fish from 125th Throwin' ketchup on my fries, hitting baseball spliffs Back seat with my leg all stiff Push the fuckin' seat up, tartar sauce on my S Dot kicks Rocks is lit while I'm poppin' the clips I'm ready for war, got to call the Cuban guys Got the Montana booth in front of the store Made my usual gun check, safety off, come on Frank The moment is here, take your fuckin' hood off And tell the driver to stay put Fuck them niggas on the block they shook, most of them won't look They frontin', they no crooks they fuck up they own jux Look out for Jackson 5-0 'cause they on foot Straight ahead is the doorway, see that lady with the shopping cart She keep a shottie cocked in the hallway Damn she look pretty old Ghost She work for Kevin, she 'bout 77 She paid her dues when she smoked his brother in law at his bosses' wedding Flew to Venezuela quickly when the big fed stepped in 3 o'clock, watch the kids, third floor, last door You look paranoid that's why I can't juks with you Why? Why you behind me leery? Shakey Dog stutterin', when you got the bigger cooker on you You is a crazy motherfucker, small Hoodie dude Hilarious move, you on some Curly, Moe, Larry shit Straight parry shit, Krispy Kreme Cocaine, dead bodies, jail time you goin' carry it Matter of fact, all the cash, I'ma carry it Stash it in jelly and break it down at the Marriott This is the spot, yo son your burner cocked? These fuckin' maricons on the couch watchin' Sanford and Son Passin' they rum, fried plantains and rice, big round onions on a T-bone steak My stomach growling, yo I want some Hold on, somebody's comin', get behind me, knock at the door Act like you stickin' me up, put the joint to my face Push me in quickly when the bitch open up Remember you don't know me, blast him if he reach for his gun Yo who goes there? Tony, Tony one second homie No matter rain, sleet or snow you know you supposed to phone me Off came the latch, Frank pushed me into the door The door flew open, dude had his mouth open Frozen, stood still with his heat bulgin' Told him, "Freeze!" lay the fuck down and enjoy the moment Frank snatched his gat, slapped him, asked him Where's the cash, coke and the crack? Get to smokin' you fast His wife stood up speakin' in Spanish, big tittie bitch holdin' the cannon Ran in the kitchen, threw a shot The kick in the four-fifth broke a bone in her wrist And she dropped the heat, "Give up the coke!", but the bitch wouldn't listen I'm on the floor like, "Holy shit!", watchin' my man Frank get busy He zoned out, finished off my man's wiz He let the pitbull out, big head Bruno with the little shark's teeth chargin' Foamin' out the mouth, I'm scared Frank screamin', blowin' shots in the air Missin' his target, off the Frigidare, it grazed my ear Killed that bullshit pit, ran to the bathroom butt first Frank put two holes in the doorman's Sassoon The coke's in the vacuum, got to the bathroom, faced his bad wounds The big one had the centipede stab wound Frank shot the skinny dude, laid him out The bigger dude popped Frankie boy, played him out To be continued...You might also like6

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Lemonade

Gucci Mane

[Intro: Gucci Mane] Yeah, it's Gucci, what's up, baby? (Brr) Yellow everything this time (Yellow), you know what I'm talking about? Yellow rims (Lemons) Yellow big booty yellowbones, ha (Yellow?) Yellow Lambs (Yellow), yellow MPs (Yellow), yellow watch (Banana) Yellow charm ring, chain (Yellow) Yellow living room set (Chiquita, yellow) Lemonade Gucci shoes for my girl (It's Gucci), it's Gucci [Verse 1: Gucci Mane] My Phantom sitting on sixes, no twenties in my denim (No) Your Cutlass motor knocking because it is a lemon (Lemon) I like them Georgia peaches, but you look more like a lemon (Lemon) These sour-apple bitter bitches, I'm not fucking with them (Lemon) I'm truly stupid-paid, that's just how I feel today (Today, lemon) I'm moving slow 'cause codeine syrup's in my lemonade (Lemon) I'm standing in the shade and I'm selling lemonade (Lemons) Six hundred a pint the going rate off in the A (Lemon) Lemonade diamond bracelet, put it in your face (Brr) Lemonhead diamond earrings I wore yesterday (Brr, lemon) I'm pimping, wearing linen, that's just how I'm chillin' (Lemon) I'm smoking grits and selling chickens, Corvette painted lemon (It's Gucci) [Chorus: Choir & Gucci Mane] Lemons on the chain with the V-cuts (Yeah) Lemons on the chain with the V-cuts (Brr) Lemonade and shade with my feet up (What?) Lemonade and shade with my feet up (Wow) Lemon pepper wings and a freeze cup (What?) Lemon pepper wings and a freeze cup (Wow) Lemons in their face, watch 'em freeze up (Brr, brr) Lemons in their face, watch 'em freeze up (Brr, brr) See Gucci Mane LiveGet tickets as low as $90You might also like[Verse 2: Gucci Mane] I got lemonade and lemon-tint, lemons watch me mix the shit (Lemons) Lemonade-complexion East Australian girl be killing me (Yeah) She say I be killing her, I say I be feeling it (Wow) Four days then I'm sick of her 'cause her brain is Lemonhead (Damn) Cocaine-white exterior, interior lemonade (Gucci) Yellow with the off-white trimming, I call that the super-drank (Wow) Yellow diamond pinky ring, call that there the lemon rock (Brr, brr) Jewelry box a lemon bin (Brr, brr), my earring size an apricot (Brr) Yeah, I smoke that strong a lot, yeah, I need some, what you got? (Yeah) Half a pound of lemon kush, call that pack the lemon drop (Ahem) Canary yellow lemon watch (Brr), big bird, yellow top (Nyoom) Yellow Polo, Polo slippers, white and yellow Polo socks (Nyoom) "Gucci Mane be pumping, dog, he don't got all he say he got" (Nyoom) Just stash one lemon, homie, I can supply damn near fifty blocks (Nyoom) Yellow boat parked at the dock (Dollar), yellowbone gon' make the drop (Dollar) Flip the flop, mine off the top, then go buy me a yellow yacht (It's Gucci) [Chorus: Choir & Gucci Mane] Lemons on the chain with the V-cuts (Yeah) Lemons on the chain with the V-cuts (Brr) Lemonade and shade with my feet up (What?) Lemonade and shade with my feet up (Wow) Lemon pepper wings and a freeze cup (What?) Lemon pepper wings and a freeze cup (Wow) Lemons in their face, watch 'em freeze up (Yeah, yeah) Lemons in their face, watch 'em freeze up (Brr, brr, brr, brr) [Verse 3: Gucci Mane] Lemonade my townhouse in Miami, I want yellow carpet (Yeah) Woke up in the morning, "Fuck it," bought a yellow Aston Martin (Fuck it) Yellow bricks, yellow dust, yellow lean, yellow Tuss' Yellow pills, spinning wheels, yellow weed, re-up with us (Yeah) Coward-ass nigga, yellow stripe, you a yellow-back (Yeah) AK hit your dog and you can't bring Old Yellow back (Nope, nope, nope) Yep, Gucci bang up eighty thousand, that's a yellow safe (Yeah) Yellow, holmes, mellow, holmes, you know you a scary cat (Yeah) No sleep for two days, so my pupils looking yellow (Yeah, yeah, yeah) Five flights, six shows, quarter-million on my schedule (Bangladesh) and Gucci Mane, Niggas know they in trouble (Gucci, Gucci, Bang', Gucci) Green ice, red light, caution, Gucci rock yellow (Brr, ice, live, Gucci), Gucci (Gucci) Gucci [Chorus: Choir & Gucci Mane] Lemons on the chain with the V-cuts (Yeah, yeah, it's Gucci) Lemons on the chain with the V-cuts (It's Big Gucci, brr) Lemonade and shade with my feet up (It's brilliance, huh, what?) Lemonade and shade with my feet up (Lemonade everything, baby, that's just Gucci, wow) Lemon pepper wings and a freeze cup (Gucci, work, what?) Lemon pepper wings and a freeze cup (Yeah, wow) Lemons in their face, watch 'em freeze up (Where we at? Yeah) Lemons in their face, watch 'em freeze up (Brr, brr, brr, brr)55

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Mic Checka

Das EFX

[Verse 1: Krazy Drayz] Riggidy-raow, Ziggidy Gadzooks, Here I go, so Fliggedy-flame on, G-Geronimo, yo I biggedy-burn riggedy-rubber when I blabber great I miggedy-make the Wonder Twins deactivate It's Krazy, I'm biggedy-breakin' backs and bustin' lips I friggedy-freaked Gladys Knight and those freakin' Pips Shrimps, I miggedy-make enough noise like Bamm-Bamm Throw boulders from Bedrock you'll get dropped, I slam man So check it, I riggedy-wreck it quick, aw shucks I giddedy-got the big ducks like Daddy Warbucks Oh and ah, I riggedy-rocked the Copacabana Banana split, hack-thoo, spit! So sit! I friggedy-freak it from here to Bangladesh I'm riggedy-rippin' flesh plus I get fresh like this Swish, swiggedy-swooshed kid, you'll get it done Squooshed for fun, I riggedy-rhyme like no one I biggedy-bum riggedy-rush chiggedy-chumps, I'm savage I shake 'em up and down like the Dow Jones Average I'm cocky, like Rocky, I biggedy-bangs the best So tiggedy-tell your friend, chump, cause here comes Das EFX [Verse 2: Skoob] A-higgedy-hoy there matey, I giggedy-gots to flow My Saturday nights are live-er than Joe Piscopo So yo, siggedy-save the bait for Charlie Tuna See I be the boogie banger, like Esiason's the Boomer I'm higgedy-hots to trot, I giggedy-gots the Motts Jewels plus dreads, so toots, call me Goldilocks I ciggedy-catch the scoop from Peter Jennings Do a spin like the Mack and I slide like Peggy Fleming Or a smiggedy-smack a fag and choke 'em up until he squeals I Hawaiian punched the Captain and now I'm maxing with Tenille I piggedy-pack steel, I got a big gun I'm freaking the track from Brooklyn, yo, cause Brooklyn's where I'm from You might also like[Verse 3: Krazy Drayz] OOOH-WEEEEEEE! Tiggedy-time to get buckwild Call me Butterfingers cause I drippedy-drop umm, 'nuff styles Iggedy-eeny-meeny-miney-moe Shiggedy-bop-bap, I'll snatch a rapper by the toe Yo, I riggedy-write my pages when I figgedy-feel the flavor I fliggedy-fly the friendly skies, so now I take a SkyPager LePew! I figgedy-freaks the funker The rough Nestle Cruncher, word to Arch' Bunker So gimme the mic and I'll liggedy-light it up like Uncle Fester Microphone checka, one two checka Oh yessir! I tiggedy-take no shorts, I'm not the fella I might can even act; Stella - who? Stella - who? Yo Stella, here kiggedy-comes the bumrush, mayday! No static, I niggedy-knows more kids than umm, Bebe So higgedy-hey hey hey, not Dwayne but I got props I biggedy-bust rhymes like Slick Rick busts shots So when, I friggedy-freaks the funk, I'll be the ill funk freaker I stiggedy-stole an apple from this bum named Bonita So riggedy-rub-a-dub I got the lip to make ya flip Bustin' heads with Erick Sermon and my nigga Parrish Smith [Verse 4: Krazy Drayz] Kiggedy-kiss my grits, check the jingle I diggedy-don't bruise but snooze like Rip Van Winkle So twinkle, twinkle, twinkle little star I sliggedy-slam dunk like Kareem Abdul-Jabbar Numbskull, I piggedy-pump up like Reebok Pumps I friggedy-freak the stuff that makes a camel lose his humps Chumps, so wiggedy-where's the beef, um chief He figgedy-fits the mold like the gold that's on his teeth I rocks 'em, I socks 'em, I drops 'em, ah-choo So riggedy-ready sit down, hut one, hut two I diggedy dot my i's, and cross my tiggedy-t's, bro I swiggedy-swing more action than Hawaii Five-O7

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Niggas Bleed

The Notorious B.I.G.

[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 You might also like[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 chick 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!)38

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Steady Mobbin’

Ice Cube

[Intro] God damn The bigger the cap, the bigger the peelin' And when dealin' with Da Lench Mob you gots to know steady mobbin' is not just the name of this jam But a way of life Bound together by motherfuckers that's known to break em' off something Give it to me There goes the neighborhood There goes the neighborhood There goes the neighborhood There goes the neighborhood [Verse 1] Four or five niggas in a mothership Better known as a deuce and we all wanna smother shit Bent, front and back glass got tint Tryin' to get our hands on some dollars and cents And fools can't hold us Every chance we get, we hittin' up the rollers Comin' up short of the green guys And I might start slangin' bean pies Or the bootleg t-shirt of the month With "U Can't Touch This" on the front I'm out to get rich 'Cause life ain't nothin' but money and fuck a bitch They drop like dominoes And if you didn't know, Ice Cube got drama, hoes So after the screwin' I bust a nut and get up and put on my white Ewings I'm out the door All you might get is a rubber on the floor 'Cause I'm ready to hit the road like Mario Andretti Bitch, cause I'm steady mobbin' See Ice Cube LiveGet tickets as low as $66You might also like[Chorus] Have you ever seen such a sight in your life? Steady mobbin' Have you ever seen such a sight in your life? There goes the neighborhood [Verse 2] Bustin' caps in the mix Rather be judged by twelve than carried by six 'Cause I'm gettin' major Fuck PacTel, move to Sky Pager Told all my friends Don't drink 8-Ball 'cause St. Ides is givin ends Fools get drunk and wanna compete Slapboxin' in the street Niggas get mad, tempers are flarin' 'Cause they got a few bitches starin' Just for the nappy heads But scandalous bitches make for happy feds I make it my duty to cuss 'em Out 'cause I just don't trust 'em And if you tell on me I'm bombin' on Betty Bitch shoulda known I was steady mobbin' [Chorus] Have you ever seen such a sight in your life? Steady mobbin' Have you ever seen such a sight in your life? There goes the neighborhood [Verse 3] Since one-time so hot Got me a stash spot in my hooptie for the Glock 'Cause I'm rollin' on rims Eating soul food, neckbones from M&M's Grubbin' like a motherfucker Greasy-ass lips, now I gots to take a shit Saw Sir Jinx bellin' When I hit a left on Ruthelen, "What up, loc?" Don't you know that niggas get smoked That take they life for a joke? Get in, nigga I'll take you to the pad soon Went to mom's house and dropped a load in the bathroom Jumped back in my lowrider Comin' out feelin' about ten pounds lighter Went to Bone's house so I can get the gat Looking for the place where all the hoes kick it at Lench Mob ain't nothin' but tramps For hoes lickin' nuts like stamps One fool bumpin' music for the yamps But Ice Cube had more amps, get in, bitch 'Cause I had the jam on And I don't want to hear shit about a tampon Gimme the nappy and make me happy The ho said, "Pappy, could you slap me On the ass hard and fast And could please try not to leave a gash?" I said, "Yeah, but I don't play sex Without puttin' on the latex" Slipped on the condom Fucked around and dropped the bomb, son And it came out sort of like confetti In for the night, no longer steady mobbin' [Chorus] Have you ever seen such a sight in your life? Steady mobbin' Have you ever seen such a sight in your life? There goes the neighborhood Have you ever seen such a sight in your life? Steady mobbin' Have you ever seen such a sight in your life? There goes the neighborhood [Outro] There goes the neighborhood Get the radio, get the radio There goes the neighborhood6

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Twinz (Deep Cover ’98)

Big Pun

[Intro] ("I can feel it!") [Verse 1: Big Pun] Ready for war, Joe, how you wanna blow they spot? I know these dirty cops that'll get us in if we murder some wop Hop in your Hummer, the Punisher's ready Meet me at Vito's with Noodles We'll do this dude while he's slurpin' spaghetti Everybody kiss the fuckin' floor Joey Crack — buck 'em all If they move, Noodles, shoot that fuckin' whore! Dead in the middle of Little Italy Little did we know that we riddled two middlemen who didn't do diddly [Verse 2: Fat Joe] It'll be a cold day in Hell the day I take an L Make no mistake, for real, I wouldn't hesitate to kill I'm still the fat one that you love to hate Catch you at your mother's wake Smack you, then I whack you with my snub tré-eight [Verse 3: Big Pun] I rub your face off the Earth and curse your family's children Like Amityville, and drill the nerves in your cavity fillin' Insanity's buildin' a pavilion in my civilian The cannon be the anarchy that humanity's dealin' A villain without remorse who's willin' to out your boss Forever, and take all the cheddar like child support You might also like[Verse 4: Fat Joe & Big Pun] I support Pun in anything he does, anything he loves A brother from another mother, sent from the above A thug nigga just like me One of the best, might be even better Leavin' niggas kneelin' on they right knee Spike Lee couldn't paint a better picture You small change, I'm blowin' out your brains, gettin' richer Hit you with the MAC! (MAC) Smack your bitch, nigga, what!? You gettin' stuck! My trigger finger's itchy as a fuck! Truck jewels (Jewels!), cruisin' in the Land, bumpin' "Cash Rules" Last crew to want it caught a hundred tryna pass through That's true! (So who the next to get it?) T.S. — the best that did it (Get it off your chest, kid, admit it, and it's...) [Chorus: Fat Joe & Big Pun] Yeah! And you don't stop! Twenty-shot Glock with the cop-killers, fill 'em to the top Yeah! And you don't stop! Joey cracks the rock, and Big Pun keeps the guns cocked Yeah! And you don't stop! We'll make it hot, nigga, what? Bring it, I blow your whole spot Yeah! And you don't stop! It's still 187 on an undercover cop [Verse 5: Big Pun] Fuck the police, I squeeze first, make 'em eat dirt Take 'em feet-first through the morgue, then lodge 'em in the deep earth The street's cursed, the First Amendment's culturally biased Supposed to supply us with rights Tonight, I hold my rosaries tight as I can I'm one man against the world Just me and my girl — Black Pearl Latina, más fina, but keeps it real You know the deal, we steal from the rich and keep it Peep it, it's no secret, watch me and Joe go back and forth and freak it [Verse 6: Fat Joe] Creep with me, as I cruise in my Bimmer All the kids in the ghetto call me Don Cartagena Kickin' ass as I blast off heat And, you never see me talk to police So 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 TEC's is 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 187 on an undercover cop Yeah! And you don't stop! Twenty-shot Glock with the cop-killers, fill 'em to the top Yeah! And you don't stop! Joey cracks the rock, and Big Pun keeps the guns cocked Yeah! And you don't stop! We'll make it hot, nigga, what? Bring it, I blow your whole spot Yeah! And you don't stop! It's still 187 on an undercover cop74

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Cuchi Shop

Nicki Minaj

[Intro] Welcome to Star Box Yeah, shawty, I'm tryna get me some thick thighs and some chinky eyes I-I-I need a real good box Oh, okay A real good box Okay, hey, yo Nick' Yo? Yeah, shorty out here want want, umm, a number three Oh, aight, tell him to come around to my window, I got him, it's nothin' Oh, aight And yo, you know the slogan right? Yeah, I know how it go Pussy by any means [Chorus] First, I take their order at the Cuchi Shop (Hey) Then I send 'em a girl that can make her coochie pop (Hey) And then I smuggle all my money through the coochie spot (Hey) (Up in the Phantom, have you wishin' you had 'em, I'm the madam) And there ain't no returns at the Cuchi Shop (Hey) We don't wanna hear "it burns" at the Cuchi Shop (Hey) Just listen and you'll learn at the Cuchi Shop (Hey) (Up in the Phantom, have you wishin' you had 'em, I'm the madam) [Verse 1] What you need thick thighs and some chinky eyes? (Kyuh) Super size all your sides like your biggie fries (Kyuh) For a better price you can get some better pie Strawberry, apple, cherry, even lemon lime What you want, them B cups? Or them C cups? For your ice cream, chocolate or butter P cups French vanilla threesomes that come in D cups They eat each other but otherwise they don't eat much I'm 'bout that fast money, money ain't got no patience (No) But if them boys come, run like you on probation Listen up, I'ma send ya to the location Write it down, take a picture, make a notation You might also like[Chorus] First, I take their order at the Cuchi Shop (Hey) Then I send 'em a girl that can make her coochie pop (Hey) And then I smuggle all my money through the coochie spot (Hey) (Up in the Phantom, have you wishin' you had 'em, I'm the madam) And there ain't no returns at the Cuchi Shop (Hey) We don't wanna hear "it burns" at the Cuchi Shop (Hey) Just listen and you'll learn at the Cuchi Shop (Hey) (Up in the Phantom, have you wishin' you had 'em, I'm the madam) [Verse 2] Relax lil' nigga, cut the bull (Cut it out) We tax niggas, no deductible (Get it out) So what it is, what it ain't, nigga, state ya name You know we got them umbrellas if you make it rain So what you want, them good girls or them bad ones? I got them girls make ya wish you never had none 'Cause you'll be spendin' beaucoup in my spot, shorty This nigga actin' brand new like he just bought it Up and away like Mighty Mice You can say I am the rap game Heidi Fleiss 'Cause my flow crazy, Hussein like Sadam You gettin' it, I got 'em, I'm the rap bitch madam, I'm the madam [Chorus] First, I take their order at the Cuchi Shop (Hey) Then I send 'em a girl that can make her coochie pop (Hey) And then I smuggle all my money through the coochie spot (Hey) (Up in the Phantom, have you wishin' you had 'em, I'm the madam) And there ain't no returns at the Cuchi Shop (Hey) We don't wanna hear "it burns" at the Cuchi Shop (Hey) Just listen and you'll learn at the Cuchi Shop (Hey) (Up in the Phantom, have you wishin' you had 'em, I'm the madam)4

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I Used to Know Her

DJ Quik

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

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Work

Gang Starr

"Are you working? What kind of work do you do?" - Uh - "Boy - boy - boy - What is it you wanna do when you grow up?" [Chorus] Aiyo, I'm gonna be on ti-dop, that's all my eyes can see Victory is mine, yeah, surprisingly I've been layin', waitin' for your next mistake I put in work, and watch my status escalate [Verse 1] Now, I'mma start collectin' props, connectin' plots Networkin' like a conference, ‘cause the nonsense is yet to stop Jakes shake me down, haters wanna take me down Break me down, CLAP! — All they heard was a sound Yo, I scoped it out, I took your weak dream and choked it out Your bitch don't really got no ass, she just poked it out On the D-low, I'm sayin' you versus me though? We can do this shit right here, in front of your people See, time is money, kid, and BS walks And to me it's funny, kid, when you meatheads talk I see feds stalk, they wanna dig up the dirt, son Is it me they hawk? ‘Cause I be puttin' in work, son You might also like[Chorus] I'm gonna be on ti-dop, that's all my eyes can see Victory is mine, yeah, surprisingly I've been layin', waitin' for your next mistake I put in work, and watch my status escalate [Verse 2] You cornballs get stonewalled, blackballed, I own y'all The veteran, runnin' my plan, I'm the better man Crazy raw, doin' my job like the mob Blazin' y'all, and disappearin' in the fog Or a mist, and chicks can't resist what I kick They be beggin' for attention, or some more of the dillznick Word up, baby, someone may have to get hurt up, baby Shit is mad shady, but I got to get the gravy Platinum respect like the force of a TEC Keep you hittin' the deck, feelin' heat in your chest Bangin' your thoughts with the hot onslaught A kid got shot on the spot for goin' where he should not Viciously, I make history instantly Those other lame-ass loser-ass niggas, they can't fuck with me I'm doin' my thing now to lamp later on Paid in the shade with some fly gators on But now I'm grimy as they get, mud on my pants and shirt I bet you niggas out here know, I be puttin' in work [Chorus] I'm gonna be on ti-dop, that's all my eyes can see Victory is mine, yeah, surprisingly I've been layin', waitin' for your next mistake I put in work, and watch my status escalate "Fu-fu-fully qualified pro In this business of rap" "Fu-fu-fu-fully — qua-qua-qua-qua — qualified pro In this business of rap" "Fully-fu-fully qualified pro In this business of rap" "Are you working? What kind of work do you do?" "Boy, what is it you wanna do when you grow up?"20

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You Don’t Know

Jean Grae

Black people raise up, anger management cases to the front line Your day's up, children, I hope you didn't quit your day jobs Been in it, hosting shit like Canadian Asians host SARS I'm kidding, no really pa, you're fibbing, you rented your car I'm spilling these phrases like seizure waitresses holding trays This is greatness, the most endangered species on the playlist Hey pay this, you fucks No need to pay for a facelift you sluts You slept, stupid I'm more dangerous than Michael's face is I cut through it like a machete's built on my tongue Leave you stitched up like Eeyore with your teeth all gums, you weak whore The meek inherits now, but I speak veteran prose Like I'm Tom Cruise in a wheelchair with my pants all sewn Now how many times do I need to explain You faggot Hannibal Lector niggas, you all eat brain I will damage your whole system, hack into your mainframe Crack your bones like I'm cracking computer codes, I am not playing I am not done spraying nigga, give me my mic back Don't ever, ever, ever try some shit even like that I'm a con artist, a schemer, a dealer, a dope That you feed to your ears through the speakers and feel it 'til it's leaking out your throat Teacher, preacher, city-wide spelling champ Your girl felt it so much, she started doing a belly dance I'm heavy man, like an ACME safe in a cartoon I'll drop-catch you man, I'll slam right into your car roof I'm nasty, the antithesis of this mastery Keep feeding you and feeding you with buckets of candy Hand ransom notes to all cops at random With the planted remote in the throat of the kidnapped grandson For how many grams, one Wait 'til they're in range, then pull the little chain Clothesline them just in time to see the boy's exploding brains I'm sick, I need help, I climb inside of a track I tell them, I know what I'm doing those aren't snares, those are slaps One slap, two slaps, three slaps, four Then I spaz out and stab - forget what the fuck I was counting for Don't fuck with me, please I'm asking nicely, back off Put thumbtacks in my hands and grab your nuts, nigga cough You don't understand Jean, never in your life seen A girl with more flow than an Iraqi soldier's canteens More ignored than a homeless on a train begging for change More credit due to me than a store that doesn't exchange In Cali, rip ya mayne, New York, damage ya dog Get on a plane, la voy aca el encima in Spain I'm dead wrong, too smart to be beefing with little tarts Jean turn your scream into murmurs like an irregular heartbeat Hardly the amateur, can't wait for the album tour Fall come, I'm bringing the malice straight to your campus floor Manhandle y'all, in France I'm Jean Van-Damnit All writing hard like carving the Twelfth Commandment, naw I didn't skip one cause Biggie penned the eleventh A moment of silence for all the fallen soldiers in heaven Now moving along children I screw with your whole vision like fog in the road, listen Too hot and you know it, burn like a cock when you go piss And there's snot in the hole dripping and you gotta go to the clinic Hey, I'm just guessing Jean's here to level the playing field I don't care about your spot or what you got for your record deal I don't care about your feelings or your marketing gimmicks I just rap -- been here, you just wasn't ready to hear it I dropped Attack, critics hollered back with a thumbs-up Exposing those who didn't -- Oliver Wang, you dumb fuck Untuck your spine, gun-butt you with a Super Soaker Make you scream louder than the sound of the background vocals Choke you with a magazine page, then in a rage Flip you over like quarters on the back of your arm on Happy Days I've written about life, I spitted about art I represent the underground cause they've been with me from the start No, Jean's not hard now, Jean hasn't changed I was 18 on the first record, I've just experienced the game Not a thug, not a drug seller, not a gun shooter Not a stripper, sex symbol, or anything you're used to Marketing nightmare, I don't fit into categories I just rap, make beats and shit and sleep all these stories All I want is a voice, all the people need is choice If there's no competition then what is the fucking point You can't win by default, unless you're scared of a challenge It's not really a fair game if you don't allow balance What the fuck is a se...somebody get this woman a drinkYou might also like2

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You Ain’t Got Nuthin

Lil Wayne

[Intro: Fabolous] Yes! What it look like, Alc'? I'm tryna show these niggas, man It's that Street Fam, man, we rep that (Hahahaha!) Loso! Street fi-di-di-di-dam (Yes!) [Verse 1: Fabolous] Yo, I'm with 101 niggas, we Dalmatian-doggy-deep (Yes) And fly with the tongue, so if you feeling froggy, leap (C'mon) Kermit, you better think before you ribbit Don't get murdered over your song before you ad-lib it I pop up like Xzibit (Yeah), but given I'm at your crib, it's (Yeah) Not to put no fucking fish tanks in your Civic (Nah) Fuck getting your ride pimped, you'll get hog-tied, wimp Have you in the trunk curled up like fried shrimp (Hahahaha) It's been a good year, maybe I should ride blimp (What you think?) 'Cause your boy just stay above the game They tryna tag him, spray a brother frame But your shots can't reach me, I'm way above your aim, ha Go 'head, nigga, say another name Take this family for a joke (Ayy), play them Wayan-brother games And I'ma Git You Sucka, I be scheming with this Keenan (That's right) Aimin with this Damon, I'm putting that Major Payne in (Oh) My Little Man is on you, Marlon and Shawn you (Yeah) Lay the beef on his noodle, make some Luger lasagna Forty-cal fettuccine, trey-pound pasta You reach for this medallion, you must like Italian, nigga You only see me pushing if the driver's tired (Yes!) I work the S6 ever since the 5 retired (Yes!) The drop-top, they say it's Ocean Drive-inspired So you can call a cab once your bitch fall for Fab You might also like[Chorus: Lil Wayne & Juelz Santana] Ugh, I get money like a muh'fucka Shades darker than a bitch, but I can see I got everything, you got nothing But you ain't got nothing on me Oh, I'm getting money like a muh'fucka (Mr. HD) Yeah, money you ain't never see (High definition) Yeah, I got everything, you got nothing (That's how I'm coming at you niggas, you dig? Santana! Ayy!) But you ain't got nothing on me (Hahaha!) [Verse 2: Juelz Santana] I'm on the grind 'til the police come (Yeah) With that pistol on my side, boy, don't be dumb (Ha), or I let that semi twirl you (Get 'em); now you can follow the drip 'Cause one shot out of the clip'll Jheri-curl you (Ooh) Leave you sloppy like seconds, obey me like peasants Or get opened up like presents—please! My young boys wildin' for respect Slit your throat, have you smiling with your neck, say cheese" (Ha) My dough's a bit longer (Yup), my flow is just slaughter (Yup) My wrist look like frozen Poland Spring water (Damn) So tell me, boys, tell me, boys, who you think you messing with? (Who?) I get money out the ass, that's some expensive shit (Ill!) Haven't you all heard? (What?) Y'all all herbs (Yup!) I stick toothpicks (Where?) in y'all hors d'oeuvres (Listen...) I'm a shark, y'all just koi fish (What else?) Octopus (What else?) Oysters (Haha!) Chump! I got my eye on your wifey now (Yeah!) I have her lick me up (Up!) and then wipe me down (Down!) She told me you's a nag, you's a bug (Damn!) She told me I'm a blast, I'm a stud (Damn!) She told me you'd be beastin', you'd be checkin' for the burns So I gave her knee pads for the rug (Haha!) It's Skull Gang from the chain to the lifestyle You surfboard dudes get wiped out—totally [Chorus: Lil Wayne] Ugh, ohh, I'm getting money like a muh'fucka Shades darker than a bitch, but I can see I got everything, you got nothing But you ain't got nothing on me Oh, I'm getting money like a muh'fucka Yeah, money you will never see Yeah, I got everything, you got nothing (Uh-huh, uh-huh) But you ain't got nothing on me (Uh-huh, check me out) [Verse 3: Lil Wayne] Get you—three, four—get you Like the number after one, I'ma get me, too It's Weezy F.-U; now, you gotta have a baby My money don't folds nor bends—Mercedes Maybach, grey-black And I got a four-four and a 'K, like eight stacks Fuck your city and your town, I state facts— Take that! No, better yet, like Diddy: "Take that" Wait—rats, I hate rats, I clean 'em out like Ajax Got paper like a fax machine, asi-neen Damn I mean asinine, I'm dapper don, and after mine There will be nine, damn I mean, there will be none I will be one, of the greatest things you've ever felt You've ever seen, or heard, Carter, Harvard, y'all scared Not me, not I, call me "Young Popeye" Tell Bluto I'm a Nuno, I bring RAL to your fun'ral Damn, I mean "funer-al," "funer-uhl" You say "tomato," I say "to-mah-to" You say "get 'em," I say "got 'em"—yeah, I got 'em! Man, you better keep paying me 'cause you don't want my problems I be wildin' like Capital One—what is in your wallet? You fly, but what is it to pilot? Weezy—I'm at the top, foot up in your bottom Huh, damn, I mean, "foot up in your ass" I kick that shit, now go'n' put it in the trash [Chorus: Lil Wayne] Deezle! Ugh, I'm getting money like a muh'fucka Shades darker than a bitch, but I can see I got everything, you got nothing But you ain't got nothing on me Yeah, I'm getting money like a muh'fucka Yeah, money you will never see Yeah, ugh, ugh And you ain't got nothing on me Yeah, I'm gettin' money like a muh'fucka Shades darker than a bitch, but I can see I got everything, you got nothing But you ain't got nothing on me Yeah, I'm getting money like a muh'fucka Yeah, big money, nigga Big money, nigga, big money, nigga Yeah, and you ain't got nothing on me15

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Dead Wrong

The Notorious B.I.G.

[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 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 — 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 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 clits! Suckin' 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 the man?" She said, "B-I-G", then I bust in her E-Y-E You might also like[Hook: Diddy & The Notorious B.I.G.] Yo, Big, you're dead wrong The weak or the strong Who got it goin' on? You're dead wrong Yo, Big, you're dead wrong The weak or the strong Who got it goin' on? (Junior MAFIA, Bad Boy) You're dead wrong The weak or the strong Who got it goin' on? (Who got it goin' on?) You're dead wrong Yo, Big, you're dead wrong The weak or the strong Who got it goin' on? (Who got it goin' on?) You're dead wrong [Verse 2: The Notorious B.I.G.] When I get dusted, I like to spread the blunt like mustard Trust it! My hardcore rain leaves ya 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 shootin' 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 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 dealin' with? Anybody step into my path is fuckin' 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 screamin' (Woo!) Because you know I love it young, fresh and green With no hair in between, know what I mean? [Hook: Diddy & The Notorious B.I.G.] 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 goin' on? You're dead wrong (This 2000, Bad Boy forever, baby) The weak or the strong Who got it goin' on? (Who got it goin' on?) You're dead wrong Yo, Big, you're dead wrong The weak or the strong Who got it goin' on? You're dead wrong (Ladies and gentlemen...) [Verse 3: Eminem] There's several different levels to Devil worshipin' Horses' heads, human sacrifices, cannibalism, candles and exorcism Animals, havin' 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 .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 goin' on? You're dead wrong Yo, Big, you're dead wrong The weak or the strong Who got it goin' on? (Junior MAFIA, Bad Boy) You're dead wrong The weak or the strong (Uh-huh) Who got it goin' on? (Born Again, yeah) You're dead wrong Yo, Big, you're dead wrong The weak or the strong Who got it goin' on? You're dead wrong (C'mon) The weak or the strong Who got it goin' on? You're dead wrong (C'mon) Yo, Big, you're dead wrong The weak or the strong Who got it goin' 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]95

Hip-Hop

I Used to Love H.E.R.

Common

[Produced by No I.D.] [Chorus] A-yes, yes y'all, and you don't stop To the beat, y'all, and you don't stop Yes, yes, y'all, and you don't stop A-one, two, y'all, and you don't stop A-yes, yes y'all, and you don't stop And to the beat Com Sense'll be the sure shot, come on [Verse 1] I met this girl when I was ten years old And what I loved most, she had so much soul She was old school when I was just a shorty Never knew throughout my life she would be there for me On the regular, not a church girl, she was secular Not about the money, those studs was mic-checkin' her But I respected her, she hit me in the heart A few New York niggas had did her in the park But she was there for me, and I was there for her Pull out a chair for her, turn on the air for her And just cool out, cool out, and listen to her Sittin' on a bone, wishin' that I could do her Eventually, if it was meant to be, then it would be ‘Cause we related, physically and mentally And she was fun then, I'd be geeked when she'd come around Slim was fresh, joe, when she was underground Original, pure, untampered, a down sister Boy, I tell you, I miss her See Common LiveGet tickets as low as $143You might also like[Chorus] A-yes, yes y'all, and you don't stop To the beat, y'all, and you don't stop A-yes, yes y'all, and you don't stop A-one, two, y'all, and you don't stop A-yes, yes y'all, and you don't stop A-Com Sense y'all, and you don't stop A-yes, yes y'all, and you don't stop UAC, yo, we gotta be the sure shot [Verse 2] Now, periodically, I would see Ol' girl at the clubs, and at the house parties She didn't have a body, but she started gettin' thick quick Did a couple of videos, and became Afrocentric Out goes the weave, in goes the braids, beads, medallions She was on that tip about stoppin' the violence About my people she was teachin' me, by not preachin' to me But speakin' to me, in a method that was leisurely So easily I approach She dug my rap, that's how we got close But then she broke to the West Coast, and that was cool 'Cause around the same time, I went away to school And I'm a man of expandin', so why should I stand in her way? She probably get her money in L.A And she did stud, she got big pub, but what was foul She said that the pro-black was goin' out of style She said, "Afrocentricity was of the past" So she got into R&B, hip-house, bass, and jazz Now, black music is black music, and it's all good I wasn't salty, she was with the Boyz n the Hood 'Cause that was good for her, she was becomin' well-rounded I thought it was dope how she was on that freestyle shit Just havin' fun, not worried about anyone And you could tell by how her titties hung [Chorus] A-yes, yes y'all, and you don't stop To the beat, y'all, and you don't stop A-yes, yes y'all, and you don't stop A-one, two, y'all, and you don't stop A-yes, yes y'all, and you don't stop And to the beat Com gotta be the sure shot A-yes, yes y'all, and you don't stop If you don't check it, mm-mm, bust it, bust it [Verse 3] I might've failed to mention that this chick was creative Once The Man got to her, he altered her native Told her if she got an image and a gimmick That she could make money, and she did it like a dummy Now I see her in commercials, she's universal She used to only swing it with the inner-city circle Now she be in the burbs, lookin' rock and dressin' hippie And on some dumb shit when she comes to the city Talkin' about poppin' Glocks, servin' rocks and hittin' switches Now she's a gangsta rollin' with gangsta bitches Always smokin' blunts and gettin' drunk Tellin' me sad stories, now she only fucks with the funk Stressin' how hardcore and real she is She was really the realest, before she got into showbiz I did her, not just to say that I did it, but I'm committed (Girl, he's committed) But so many niggas hit it That she's just not the same, lettin' all these goofies do her I see niggas slammin' her, and takin' her to the sewer But I'mma take her back, hopin' that the shit stop ‘Cause who I'm talkin' about, y'all, is hip-hop [Chorus] To the beat, y'all, and you don't stop A-yes, yes y'all, and you don't stop Mainframe, yo, they gotta be the sure shot A-yes, yes, y'all, and you don't stop To the beat, y'all, and you don't stop A-yes, yes y'all, and you don't stop A-one, two, Com Sense is gonna drop, haha [Bridge] I used to love H.E.R I used to love H.E.R I used to love H.E.R I used to love H.E.R I used to love H.E.R I used to love H.E.R I used to love H.E.R., went and fucked up all the shit, y'all [Outro: The Five Heartbeats sample] You ain't got your woman in check, man? I think you’re overstepping your bounds just a little bit I can't do this anymore75

Hip-HopRap

Stakes is High

De La Soul

[Chorus: Posdnous] Vibe, vibrations Stakes is high You know them stakes is high When we talkin' 'bout the vibe, vibrations Stakes is high You know them stakes is high We be talkin' 'bout vibe, vibrations Stakes is high You know them stakes is high [Verse 1: Posdnous] The instamatic focal point bringin' damage to your borough (Uh-huh) Be some brothers from the East with them beats that be thorough Got the solar gravitation, so I'm bound to pull it I gets down like brothers are found duckin' from bullets (Word) Gun control means usin' both hands in my land (Yeah) Where it's all about the cautious livin' (Uh-huh) Migratin' to a higher form of consequence Compliments of strugglin' that shouldn't be notable Man, every word I say should be a Hip-Hop Quotable [Verse 2: Trugoy the Dove] I'm sick of bitches shakin' asses I'm sick of talkin' 'bout blunts, sick of Versace glasses Sick of slang, sick of half-ass awards shows Sick of name-brand clothes (Word) Sick of R&B bitches over bullshit tracks (Heard) Cocaine and crack, which brings sickness to blacks Sick of swoll'-head rappers with they sickenin' raps Clappers of gats, makin' the whole sick world collapse The facts are gettin' sicker, even sicker, perhaps (Sicker, perhaps) I Stickabush to make a bundle to escape this synapse You might also like[Verse 3: Posdnous] Man, life can get all up in your ass, baby, you better work it out (Haha, haha) Now let me tell you what it's all about (Uh-huh) A skin not considered equal A meteor has more right than my people Who be wastin' time screamin' who they've hated (Word) That's why the Native Tongues has officially been reinstated [Chorus: Posdnous] Vibe, vibrations Yeah Stakes is high (Higher than high) You know them stakes is high (Higher than high) When we talkin' 'bout vibe, vibrations Stakes is high (Higher than high) Y'all know them stakes is high When we dealin' with the vibe, vibrations Stakes is high Man, them stakes is high (Ayo, what about that love?) [Verse 4: Posdnous] Yo, it's about love of cars, love of funds Lovin' to love mad sex, lovin' to love guns Love for opposite, love for fame and wealth Love for the fact of no longer lovin' yourself, kid (Uh-huh) We livin' in them days of the man-made craze where every aspect is vivid (Word) These brothers no longer talk shit, ayo, these niggas live it 'Bout to give it to you 24/7 on the microphone Plug One translatin' the zone (Plug One, Plug One, y'all) No offense to a player, but, yo, I don't play Nigga take offense, fuck it, got to be that way (What's up? What's up? What's up?) JD Dove, show your love, what you got to say? [Verse 5: Trugoy the Dove] I say G's are makin' figures at a high regard And niggas dyin' for it nowadays ain't odd (It ain't odd) Investin' in fantasies and not God (What?) Welcome to reality, see, times is hard People try to snatch the credit, but can't claim the card Showin' out in videos, sayin' they costarred (Ayo) See, shit like that'll make your mama cry (Yeah) Better watch the way you spend it 'cause the stakes is high (Word up) [Chorus: Posdnous] You know them stakes is high (Uh-huh) When you're dealin' with the vibe, vibrations Stakes is high (Come on) Man, them stakes is high (Check it) [Verse 6: Trugoy the Dove & Posdnous] I think that smilin' in public is against the law (What?) 'Cause love don't get you through life no more It's who you know and, "How you, son?" And how you gettin' in, and who the man holdin' heat, yo And how was the skins, and how high Yo, what up, huh? I heard you caught a body Seem like every man and woman shared a life with John Gotti But they ain't organized Mixin' crimes with life enzymes Takin' the big scalp route And niggas know doubt better than they know they daughters and they sons (Oh, boy) [Verse 7: Posdnous] Yo, people go through pain and still don't gain Positive contact, just like my main man Who got others cleanin' up his physical and fluids (Uh-huh) His mind got congested, he got the nine and blew it Neighborhoods are now hoods 'cause nobody's neighbors Just animals survivin' with that animal behavior (Damn) Under I who be rhymin' from dark to light sky (Sky) Experiments where needles and skin connect (Yeah) No wonder where we live is called the projects When them stakes is high, you damn sure try To do anything to get the piece of the pie Electrify, even die for the cash But at last, you be out even though you wantin' more This issue is closed like an elevator door But soon reopened once we get to the next floor, where the (What's that? Uh, the—) [Chorus: Posdnous] Vibe, vibrations Stakes is high (Higher than high) You know them stakes is high When you dealin' with the vibe, vibrations Stakes is high (Higher than high) Stakes is high (Come on) Vibe, vibrations26

Hip-Hop

I’m Only Out for One Thang

Ice Cube

[Intro: Flavor Flav] Hey yo Cube, man, hey yo Cube, check this out Yo, motherfuckers be on the dick and shit, right? Check this out, you know what I tell 'em, man? [Verse 1: Flavor Flav] Well two peas in a bucket Mother motherfuck it You either Flavor Flav it Or you Chuck Chuck Chuck it Kiss my ass and suck the D.I.C.- K. stands for kill so don't fuck with me I fucked that lady in the bed I missed that pussy and the butt was spread I tried it again in a thumping wagon The bottom fell out and her ass started dragging Tried it again in a field of grass I missed that pussy and I bust my ass Then I fucked this lady in the tree The baby came out and said "Run-DMC" Yeah, and you don't stop Flavor Flav in the house, and you don't stop Ice Cube's in the house, and you don't stop Hey, my sugar (Hey, yo, rock that shit G!) See Ice Cube LiveGet tickets as low as $66You might also like[Verse 2: Ice Cube] I knew this girl who looked just like you Light brown and a fly hairdo I wanted to do her, screw her So I stepped to her on key Bitch had more ass than a donkey I said you're the type of girl that I can't pass over Give me one chance and I'll bend your ass over Just call me the plumber at the end of the night Cause a nigga like me'll lay plenty of pipe She didn't get offended it was splendid to me Cause mister nice guy is what I pretended to be I guess I'll just wine her and dine her And by the end of the night I'll be behind her Waxing that ass like Raindance On the bumper get the pussy then I dump her Took her to the Comfort Inn, tucked her in Pulled out the third leg pumped it in She said 'Will you call me?' Yeah, I'll call you a bitch or a ho after I ball you Naw I'm just playin' but it's still the same Cause a nigga like Ice Cube is only out for one thang [Outro: both] FF: Yeah, what you out for? IC: Yo, I'm only out for one thing FF: You out for what, man? IC: Yo, I'm out for the pussy, the money, and the mic, and I'm straight. What are we out for? FF: I pledge allegiance to the uh... to the fuckin', all of that shit. Know what I'm saying? IC: Five thousand! FF: Five thousand, G IC: We out FF: Yo, we out of here, five thousand Yo, this is for my boy Ice Cube, you know what I'm saying Yo, check this out2

Hip-HopRap

Got My Mind Made Up

2Pac

[Verse 1: Dat Nigga Daz] You find a MC like me who's strong Leavin' motherfuckers aborted with no verbal support And when I command the microphone I get deadly as Khan, though With a bear and a snake and a panda, I'm all those Who can withstand the more power I gain? That make it possible for me to drop a few to wreck yo' brain Imagine and keep on wishin' upon a star Finally realizin' who the fuck we are When I penetrate, it's been withstandin', faded Would it be the greatest MC of all-time? When I created rhyme For the simple fact, when I attack I crush your pride Our intention to ride, every time, all night I'm faced with the scars beyond this one bar For me to put down my guard, I'm faced what I'ma ride Breakin' in gas with a .68 all day In-and-out with my pay, assume to count the bodies [Verse 2: 2Pac] like orientation So you could be more familiar with the nigga you facin' We must be patient, nothin' better than communication Known to damage and highly flammable, like gas stations Sorry, I left that ass waitin', no more procrastination Give up to fate, and get that ass shakin' I'm bustin' and makin' motherfuckers panic Don't take your life for granted Put that ass in the dirt, you swear the bitch was planted motivate the planet It's similar to "Rhythm Nation", but thugged out, forgive me, Janet Who's in control? I'm activatin' your souls You know the way the games gettin' told Yo, two years ago, a friend of mine Told me Alizé and Cristal blows your mind Bear witness to the dopest fuckin' rhyme I wrote Takin' off my coat, clearin' my throat You might also like[Chorus: Method Man] I got my mind made up, come on (Come on) Get in, get into it (Get on it) Let it ride (Get with it), tonight's the night I got my mind made up, come on Get in, get into it (To it) Let it ride, tonight's the night [Verse 3: Kurupt] Well, I comes through with two packs of the bomb prophylac's For protection, so my fuckin' sack won't collapse (Uh) 'Cause nowadays, shit's evadin' the X-rays Sendin' young motherfuckers to an early grave I wonder if my terrifyin' tactics of torturin' MCs Shows my heart's as cold as the tundra Electrifyin' like thunder, I'm just too much Rough and raw with that motherfuckin' poisonous touch that's the fuckin' Bombay You got ten steps before instant death like Bai Mei My rhymes'll leave a mark on your mind As the deadly virus spread through your head like Sand Palm There's no escape, nah, I ain't blastin' I use my mental to assassinate assassins for those askin' Opposed to laughin', raw maniacal villain Laughter enhances the chances of the killin' Why is that? 'Cause smilin' faces deceive You best believe, to MCs, I'm the deadliest disease My thoughts rip your throat and make it hard to breathe Your whole camp's under siege, and I'm Jason Voorhees (Uh) In the heat of the night is when I defeat and ignite mics My verbal snipe your vocab on site I'm out the cut, uncut and raw with no clause for all So all my rhymes hit and split the bricks on the wall (Yeah) Should already have an idea about the superior sphere The greater rhyme creator on both sides of the Equator (Equation) I rock from here to there, to Philly and back To L.A., on the spot where I rock and bust like straps As your views get overshadowed when you come in contact Beware, set and prepare to enter verbal combat [Verse 4: Method Man] Fuck you losers While you fake jacks, I make maneuvers Like Hitler stickin' up **** with German **** The mister Meth-Tical from Staten Isle Will be back after this message, don't touch the dial (Yeah) Rarely do you see an MC out for justice Got my gun powder and my musket, blaow Melons get swellings, I paint mental pictures like Magellan Half of my clans repeat felons Niggas best protect they joints for nine-nickels Man, I stay on point like icicles Now, who wanna test Tical, then tes-ticles All up in your motherfuckin' mouth Headbanger boogie, catch me on tour with Al Doogie Method Man rolled too tight, you can't pull me Better take one and pass or that's that ass Your vital statistics are low and fallin' fast Johnny Blaze out to get loot like Johnny Cash Play a game of Russian Roulette and have a blast [Verse 5: Redman] Ayo, lyrical gat spittin' the criminal tactics Non-believers get my dick and genital backwards Let's face it, there's no replacement Taste this mad underground basement shit I'm laced with Avalanche on your whole camp when I'm splifted Funk Doctor, who? Spock, bitch, don't get it twisted I got connects like Federal Express To get the fresh package of bless the dogs can't fetch Got the clear spot from the rear block To bust 'til every nigga here drop, men, I fear not Hold your nose and blow out 'til your ears pop Since your crew suit you to shift Now, you claim that your gears locked Whiff this underground cannabis I'm dangerous like John the Bomb Analyst Flip MCs like ki's My degrees freeze consecutively, like EPMD LPs Lick off a shot and hit your fam by mistake So I erase the whole front row at the wake I planned my escape in case Jake wanna snake Bust it, I'm the one pushin' the hearse, in the first place Confidence for you shaky-ass folks Pump for Rockafella for the day he got smoke Choke off this antidote, got you hope Get roast by my lyrical Billy Dee .45 Colt (And I'm out for nine-nickel) [Outro: Inspectah Deck] I-N-S the Rebel Wist, bliss, this Sis', bliss40

Gangsta Rap

Breathe

Fabolous

[Intro] Breathe, oh Woo, woo, woo! Breathe [Refrain] One and then the two (Two) two and then the three (Three) Three and then the four (Four) then you gotta breathe (Breathe) One and then the two (Oh, two) two and then the three (Three) Three and then the four (Four) then you gotta breathe (Breathe) Then you gotta (gasp) then you gotta (gasp) [Chorus] Yo, these niggas can't breathe when I come through, Hum 2 Some shoes, gotta be twenty man, it's not even funny They can't (Breathe) the chokehold's too tight The left looks too right, you know what? You right These bitches can't (Breathe) look, look, they hearts racing They start chasing, but I'm so fast, when I blow past That they can't (Breathe) in the presence of the man Your future look better than your past if you present with the man You better (Breathe) [Verse 1] You niggas can't share my air Or walk a mile in the pair I wear And I'm getting better year by year, like they say wine do Cops couldn't smell me if you brought the K9's through And I pace myself I know these money-hungry bitches wanna taste my wealth But I keep 'em on a diet Embrace they health, or either keep 'em on the quiet And space myself and just take a deep breath I got 'em grabbing they chest Cause it's hurting them to see Fab in his best And they in they worst They'd rather see me lay in a hearse than lay in the 'Bach And I ain't just laying a verse, I'm saying the facts I came back with some sicker stones That got these broke niggas looking at me Like they choking on a chicken bone Every chick I bone can't leave the dick alone So I know it's one of them every time I flip my phone Breathe! See Fabolous LiveGet tickets as low as $109You might also like[Refrain] One and then the two (Oh, two) two and then the three (Three) Three and then the four (Four) then you gotta breathe (Breathe) One and then the two (Two) two and then the three (Three) Three and then the four (Four) then you gotta breathe (Breathe) One and then the two (Oh, two) two and then the three (Three) Three and then the four (Four) then you gotta breathe (Breathe) Then you gotta (gasp) then you gotta (gasp) [Chorus] Yo, these niggas can't breathe when I come through, Hum 2 Some shoes, gotta be twenty man, it's not even funny They can't (Breathe) the chokehold's too tight The left looks too right, you know what? You right These bitches can't (Breathe) look, look, they hearts racing They start chasing, but I'm so fast, when I blow past That they can't (Breathe) in the presence of the man Your future look better than your past if you present with the man bitch (Breathe) [Verse 2] I see them on the block when I passes Looking like they need oxygen mask-es I make it hard to (Breathe) but I keep the Glocks in the stashes Cause the cops wanna lock and harass us And make it hard to (Breathe), they has to react Like having an asthma attack, when they see the plasma in back You dudes are wheezing behind me My flow is like a coupe breezing at 90 That's the reason they signed me The slick metaphors and hard punches on the cuts Feels something like hard punches to the gut How I address the haters and underestimators And ride up on 'em like they escalators They shooked up and hooked up to respirators On they last breath talkin' to investigators, I'm a breath of fresh air in a fresh pair Face it boo and do it 'till your face get blue And then (Breathe) [Refrain] One and then the two (Oh, two) two and then the three (Three) Three and then the four (Four) then you gotta breathe (Breathe) One and then the two (Two) two and then the three (Three) Three and then the four (Four) then you gotta breathe (Breathe) One and then the two (Oh, two) two and then the three (Three) Three and then the four (Four) then you gotta breathe (Breathe) Then you gotta (gasp) then you gotta (gasp) [Verse 3] Yo these niggas can't (Breathe) when the crew walk in it Pop a few corks in it, as quick as a tick in a New York minute Catch a breath 'fore you catch a left, even worse, catch a Tef' Only way you catch an F, to the A-B It's in the May-B, rolling with my baby Gripping on a toy that you won't find at KB I rhyme slick on ya, they gon' have to put the Heimlich on ya What you know bout letting dimes lick on ya While you inhale the weed? And it won't stop 'Til they inhale your seed, and it don't stop 'Til I tell 'em to breathe like a doctor with a stethoscope I don't see no fucking hope, unless these motherfuckers (Breathe) [Outro] Yeah, Brooklyn gotta (Oh) Uptown gotta The Bronx gotta, Queens gotta (Breathe) Staten Island gotta, you niggas gotta You bitches gotta, everybody (Breathe) One and then the two (Oh, two) two and then the three (Three) Three and then the four (Four) then you gotta breathe (Breathe) Then you gotta, then you gotta Breathe!8

Hip-HopRap

Hit ’Em Up

2Pac

[Intro: 2Pac] (Sucka-ass) I ain't got no mothafuckin' friends That's why I fucked yo' bitch, you fat mothafucka! (Take money) Westside, Bad Boy killas (Take money) (You know) You know who the realest is (Take money) Niggas, we bring it too That's a'ight, haha (Take money) Haha [Verse 1: 2Pac] First off, fuck yo' bitch and the clique you claim Westside when we ride, come equipped with game You claim to be a player, but I fucked your wife We bust on Bad Boys, niggas fucked for life Plus, Puffy tryna see me, weak hearts I rip Biggie Smalls and Junior M.A.F.I.A., some mark-ass bitches We keep on comin' while we runnin' for your jewels Steady gunnin', keep on bustin' at them fools, you know the rules Lil' Caesar, go ask your homie how I'll leave ya Cut your young-ass up, leave you in pieces, now be deceased Lil' Kim, don't fuck around with real G's Quick to snatch yo' ugly ass off the streets, so fuck peace! I'll let them niggas know it's on for life Don't let the Westside ride tonight (Hahaha) Bad Boy murdered on wax and killed Fuck with me and get yo' caps peeled, you know You might also like[Chorus: 2Pac] See, grab your Glocks when you see 2Pac Call the cops when you see 2Pac, uh Who shot me? But you punks didn't finish Now you 'bout to feel the wrath of a menace Nigga, I hit 'em up! (Yeah) [Interlude: 2Pac] Check this out (Take money) You motherfuckers know what time it is I don't even know why I'm on this track (Take money) Y'all niggas ain't even on my level I'ma let my lil' homies ride on you bitch-made ass (Take money) Bad Ay ay ayo hold the fuck up Boy bitches, feel it! (Take money) [Verse 2: Hussein Fatal] Get out the way yo, get out the way yo Biggie Smalls just got dropped Little Mu', pass the MAC and let me hit him in his back Frank White needs to get spanked right for settin' traps Little accident murderer, and I ain't never heard of ya Poisonous gats attack when I'm servin' ya Spank ya, shank ya whole style when I gank Guard your rank 'cause I'ma slam your ass in the paint Puffy weaker than the fuckin' block I'm runnin' through, nigga And I'm smokin' Junior M.A.F.I.A. in front of you, nigga With the ready power tucked in my Guess under my Eddie Bauer Your clout petty/sour, I push packages every hour; I hit 'em up! [Chorus: 2Pac] Grab your Glocks when you see 2Pac Call the cops when you see 2Pac, uh Who shot me? But you punks didn't finish Now you 'bout to feel the wrath of a menace Nigga, we hit 'em up! [Verse 3: 2Pac] Peep how we do it, keep it real as penitentiary steel This ain't no freestyle battle All you niggas gettin' killed with your mouths open Tryna come up off of me, you in the clouds hopin' Smokin' dope, it's like a sherm high Niggas think they learned to fly But they burn, mothafucka, you deserve to die Talkin' about you gettin' money, but it's funny to me All you niggas livin' bummy while you fuckin' with me I'm a self-made millionaire Thug livin', out of prison, pistols in the air (Haha) Biggie, remember when I used to let you sleep on the couch And beg a bitch to let you sleep in the house? Now it's all about Versace, you copied my style Five shots couldn't drop me, I took it and smiled Now I'm back to set the record straight With my AK, I'm still the thug that you love to hate Mothafucka, I hit 'em up! [Verse 4: Kadafi] I'm from N-E-W Jers' where plenty of murders occurs No points or commas, we bring the drama to all you herbs Now go check the scenario: Little Cease I'll bring you fake G's to your knees, coppin' pleas in de Janeiro Little Kim, is you coked up or doped up? Get your little Junior Whopper click smoked up What the fuck, is you stupid? I take money, crash and mash through Brooklyn With my click lootin', shootin' and pollutin' your block With a 15-shot cocked Glock to your knot Outlaw MAFIA clique movin' up another notch And your pop stars popped and get mopped and dropped All your fake-ass East Coast props brainstormed and locked [Verse 5: E.D.I. Mean] You's a beat biter, a Pac style taker I'll tell you to your face, you ain't shit but a faker Softer than Alizé with a chaser 'Bout to get murdered for the paper E.D.I. Mean approach the scene of the caper Like a loc, with Little Ceas' in a choke Gun totin' smoke, we ain't no motherfuckin' joke Thug Life, niggas better be knowin' We approachin' in the wide open, gun smokin' No need for hopin', it's a battle lost I got 'em crossed as soon as the funk is boppin' off Nigga, I hit 'em up! [Outro: 2Pac] Now you tell me who won I see them, they run, hahahaha They don't wanna see us (Take money) Whole Junior M.A.F.I.A. clique dressin' up tryna be us (Take money) How the fuck they gonna be the mob When we always on our job? (Take money) We millionaires Killin' ain't fair, but somebody gotta do it (Take money) Oh yeah, Mobb Deep, huh, you wanna fuck with us? (Take money) You little young-ass mothafuckas (Take money) Don't one of you niggas got sickle-cell or somethin'? (Take money) You're fuckin' with me, nigga You fuck around and have a seizure or a heart attack (Take money) You better back the fuck up Before you get smacked the fuck up This is how we do it on our side Any of you niggas from New York that wanna bring it, bring it! But we ain't singin', we bringin' drama Fuck you and yo' motherfuckin' mama! We gon' kill all you motherfuckers! Now, when I came out, I told you it was just about Biggie Then everybody had to open their mouth with a motherfuckin' opinion Well, this is how we gonna do this: Fuck Mobb Deep! Fuck Biggie! Fuck Bad Boy as a staff, record label, and as a motherfuckin' crew! And if you wanna be down with Bad Boy, then fuck you too! Chino XL, fuck you too! All you motherfuckers, fuck you too! (Take money, take money) All of y'all motherfuckers, fuck you, die slow! Motherfucker, my .44 make sho' all y'all kids don't grow! You motherfuckers can't be us or see us We motherfuckin' Thug Life ridas Westside 'til we die! Out here in California, nigga, we warned ya We'll bomb on you motherfuckers! We do our job! You think you mob? Nigga, we the motherfuckin' mob! Ain't nothin' but killas And the real niggas, all you motherfuckers feel us Our shit goes triple and 4-quadruple (Take money) You niggas laugh 'cause our staff got guns under they motherfuckas belts You know how it is: when we drop records, they felt You niggas can't feel it, we the realest Fuck 'em, we Bad Boy killas!459

Gangsta Rap

Over

Drake

[Produced by Boi-1da and Nick Brongers] [Intro] Uh, uh Young Money Yeah, yeah, yeah [Chorus] I know way too many people here right now That I didn't know last year—who the fuck are y'all? I swear it feels like the last few nights We've been everywhere and back But I just can't remember it all What am I doing? What am I doing? Oh yeah, that's right—I'm doing me, I'm doing me I'm living life right now, man And this what I'ma do 'til it's over, 'til it's over But it's far from over [Verse 1] Alright, bottles on me, long as someone drink it Never drop the ball, fuck are y'all thinking? Making sure the Young Money ship is never sinking About to set it off in this bitch, Jada Pinkett I shouldn't have drove, tell me how I'm getting home You too fine to be laying down in bed alone I could teach you how to speak my language, Rosetta Stone I swear this life is like the sweetest thing I've ever known About to go thriller, Mike Jackson on these niggas All I need's a fucking red jacket with some zippers Super good smidoke, a package of the Swisher's I did it overnight, it couldn't happen any quicker "Y'all know them? Well, fuck it, me either" But point the biggest skeptic out, I'll make him a believer It wouldn't be the first time I done it, throwing hundreds When I should be throwing ones, bitch, I run it See Drake LiveGet tickets as low as $50You might also like[Chorus] I know way too many people here right now That I didn't know last year—who the fuck are y'all? I swear it feels like the last few nights We've been everywhere and back But I just can't remember it all What am I doing? What am I doing? Oh yeah, that's right—I'm doing me, I'm doing me I'm living life right now, man And this what I'ma do 'til it's over, 'til it's over But it's far from over [Verse 2] Uh, one thing 'bout music: when it hits, you feel no pain And I swear I got this shit that make these bitches go insane So they tell me that they love me, I know better than that, it's just game It's just what comes with the fame, and I'm ready for that, I'm just saying But I really can't complain, everything is kosher Two thumbs up, Ebert and Roeper I really can't see the end getting any closer But I'll probably still be the man when everything is over So I'm riding through the city with my high beams on Can you see me? Can you see me? Get your Visine on Y'all just do not fit the picture: turn your widescreen on If you thinking I'ma quit before I die, dream on Man, they treat me like a legend, am I really this cold? I'm really too young to be feeling this old It's about time you admit it, who you kidding? Man, nobody's ever done it like I did it, uh [Chorus] I know way too many people here right now That I didn't know last year—who the fuck are y'all? I swear it feels like the last few nights We've been everywhere and back But I just can't remember it all What am I doing? What am I doing? Oh yeah, that's right—I'm doing me, I'm doing me I'm living life right now, man And this what I'ma do 'til it's over, 'til it's over But it's far from over Yeah, that's right—I'm doing me, I'm doing me I'm living life right now, man And this what I'ma do 'til it's over, 'til it's over But it's far from over78

Hip-HopRap

Holy Smokes

Aesop Rock

[Intro: Various Samples] [Give him one of these pills if he has any pain] [A parable....What is it? Well it's a little story with a lot of truth An earthly story with a heavenly meaning Jesus told many parables to grown-ups and children alike He told them simply and sincerely, in words everyone could understand So that all might learn the lesson he was trying to teach...] [Yeah!] [Verse Intro: Aesop Rock] They were selfish with the helmets on the little bus 'Till brake fluid sewage crippled up the get-retorted nickel punks Slowly cope but swore his lowly robot vole evoke Would one day rise in sections to interrogate the Holy Ghost [I knew it!] [Verse: Aesop Rock] Holy smokes! Father, black suit white collar Kiddie porn dungeon, guns, and three fingers for your daughter's Caught belly-up, antique Nazi paraphernalia You cannot pay your bills with holy water and Hail Mary luck [Oh my!] Shucks fucker, enjoy the Alcatraz shower fun And mommy's mad I'm cliche generation X agnostic front It ain't the nifty fate, the 1958, before the New-New Testament-approved Altar-boy fisting rape And "take me to your leader" Long as he don't manipulate toddler beaver [Leave him alone!] Call me crazy, but I bet that wasn't God's demeanor Sodom-meter peaking [Me too!] But Long Island was Jesus every weekend Spoon-fed to appease traditional upbringing Of a Middle Pennsylvania shit-hole where elders movement Stressed the stellar therapeutic Bible cycle (How?) One church with a bait and tackle store next door and not much MORE So the two moved to New York, made babies raised on what they'd SAW Christmas morning smelled fresher than angel pussy But immaculate conception came second to playful goodies Like laser-tag was way more spiritual than blood and body wafer bags And manger staff as long as Santa ate the cookies [Well...] Grandma was a saint, while he'd paint with snakes and bullies Said If only you'd memorized your prayers like you did your Kool Gs! By the time I was old enough to know what religion was I was Catholicism-numb and truly didn't give a [FUCK!] '94: Moved out the crib and ain't seen a steeple since What Knievel-evil seeps in a Christian leader's pitch 'Till priests' laps slapped with parental advisory warnings I'll be auditioning Gods in my office on Monday morning You might also like[Hook: Various Samples & Aesop Rock] [Yeah!] {Scratched throughout chorus} Uh oh! And yet another pill slipped Down the hatch and pass 'em through the kill-switch I need a couple A's for Q's I'm not an asshole I'm just a little confused [Interlude: Sampled] [This story reminds us of the one Jesus told about people who were kind and Helpful to others. He said that one day the king would say to these people: 'Come. Inherit the kingdom prepared for you. For when I was hungry you gave me food. When I was sick and you visited me. I was in prison and you came to me.' But the people asked, when Lord did we see you hungry and feed you? Or sick or in prison and come to you? and the king answered: 'In as much as you have done it unto one of the least of these, my brethren You have done it unto me.'] [Yeah!] [Hook: Aesop Rock] Just a little bruise in the back of the pews Acting amused with a mask and them Vatican blues For in the eyes of the organization I was raised in Aes' is just another sinning brick in Hell's basement Cubicle adjacent to the killers and rapists For what? Drugs and fucking, It's part of growing up Like cuffs over dumb shits is better than the schools I'm not an asshole I'm just a little confused Just a lit fuse in the back of the pews Watching a thousand flavors of the same God feud I figure ultimate-peace is the common theme So its a no-brainer "peace" when the blood hit the screen Got a basic good and evil sensibility born Good neighbor know a halo wouldn't fit over horns I'm more science than faith, I'm more karma than bread and booze I'm not an asshole I'm just a little confused Not an asshole I'm just a little confused Not an asshole I'm just a little confused Not an asshole I'm just a little confused (You know what? To be completely honest, Aesop, you're a fucking asshole)9

Hip-HopRap

What’s The Difference

Dr. Dre

[Produced by Dr. Dre & Mel-Man] [Intro: Phish] What's the difference between me and you? What's the difference between me and you? [Verse 1: Dr. Dre] Back when Cube was rollin' with Lorenzo in a Benzo I was bangin' with a gang of instrumentals Got the pens and pencils, got down to business But sometimes, the business end of this shit can turn your friends against you But you was a real nigga, I could sense it in you I still remember the window of the car that you went through That's fucked up, but I'll never forget the shit we been through And I'ma do whatever it takes to convince you 'Cause you my nigga, Doc, and Eazy, I'm still wit' you Fuck the beef, nigga, I miss you, and that's just being real wit' you You see, the truth is, everybody wanna know how close me and Snoop is And who I'm still cool with Then, I got these fake-ass niggas I first blew with Claimin' they nonviolent, talkin' like they— (Do not resist the beat) Spit venom in interviews, speakin' on reunions Move units, then talk shit, and we can do this Until then, I ain't even speakin' your name Just keep my name out of your mouth, and we can keep it the same, nigga It ain't that I'm too big to listen to the rumors It's just that I'm too damn big to pay attention to 'em That's the difference You might also like[Chorus: Phish] What's the difference between me and you? You talk a good one, but you don't do what you supposed to do I act on what I feel and never deal with emotions I'm used to livin' big-dog-style and straight coastin' What's the difference between me and you? You talk a good one, but you don't do what you supposed to do I act on what I feel and never deal with emotions I'm used to livin' big-dog-style and straight coastin' [Verse 2: Xzibit] Yo, I stay with it, while you try to perpetrate, play with it Never knew about the next level until Dre did it (Yeah) I stay committed while you motherfuckers babysitted I smash the critics like a overhand right from Riddick (Yeah) Come and get it, shitted on villains by the millions I be catchin' bitches while bitches be catchin' feelings So what the fuck am I supposed to do? I pop bottles and hot hollow-points at each and all of you (Come on!) A heartless bastard, high and plastered My style is like the reaction from too much acid—never come down! Pass it around if you can't handle it Hang Hollywood niggas by they Soul Train laminates What's the difference between me and you? (What?) About five bank accounts, three ounces, and two vehicles Until my death, I'm Bangladesh I suggest you hold your breath 'til ain't none left Yo, that's the difference! [Chorus: Phish] What's the difference between me and you? You talk a good one, but you don't do what you supposed to do I act on what I feel and never deal with emotions I'm used to livin' big-dog-style and straight coastin' What's the difference between me and you? You talk a good one, but you don't do what you supposed to do I act on what I feel and never deal with emotions I'm used to livin' big-dog-style and straight coastin' [Verse 3: Eminem | Dr. Dre] A'ight, hold up, hold up! Stop the beat a minute! I got somethin' to say, Dre I wanna tell you this shit right now while this fuckin' weed is in me (What the fuck?) I don't know if I ever told you this But I love you, dog, I got your motherfuckin' back (Right), just know this shit Slim, I don't know if you noticed it But I've had your back from day one, nigga, let's blow this bitch I mean it, dog—you ever need somebody offed: "Whose throat is it?" Well, if you ever kill that Kim bitch, I'll show you where the ocean is Well, that's cool, and I appreciate the offer But if I do decide to really murder my daughter's mama I'ma sit her up in the front seat and put sunglasses on her And cruise around with her for seven hours through California And have her wavin' at people (Hi!) Then drop her off on the corner at the police station And drive off, honkin' the horn for her (*Beep-beep!*) Raw-dog, get your arm gnawed off Drop the sawed-off and beat you with the piece it was sawed off of Fuck blood, I wanna see some lungs coughed up Get shot up in the hot tub 'til the bubbles pop up In they nose and cough snot up, mucus and hot water That's for tryna talk like The Chronic was lost product That's for even thinkin' of havin' them thoughts thought up And you better show some respect whenever the Doc's brought up So what's the difference between us? We can start at the penis Or we can scream, "I just don't give a fuck!" and see who means it [Chorus: Phish] What's the difference between me and you? You talk a good one, but you don't do what you supposed to do I act on what I feel and never deal with emotions I'm used to livin' big-dog-style and straight coastin' What's the difference between me and you? You talk a good one, but you don't do what you supposed to do I act on what I feel and never deal with emotions I'm used to livin' big-dog-style and straight coastin' [Outro: Phish] What's the difference between me and— (*gunshot*)87

Hip-HopRap

Doggy Dogg World

Snoop Dogg

[Skit: Snoop Dogg] Can we get a motherfuckin' moment of silence For the small chronic break? A-hah, niggas be brown-nosin' these hoes and shit Takin' bitches out to eat, and spendin' money on these hoes Know what I'm sayin'? I treat a bitch like 7-Up — I never have, I never will I tell a bitch like this: "Bitch, you without me is like Harold Melvin without Blue Notes You'll never go platinum!" Hey Daz, give me a light, nigga [Intro: Taa Dow] We’d like to welcome y'all to the fabulous Carolina West I own this motherfucker, and my name is Taa-Dow Y'all niggas know who I am, y'all niggas tearin' up shit But we got somethin' old, and somethin' new for y'all tonight Put yo' hands together for Snoop Doggy Dogg The Dogg Pound, and the fabulous Dramatics [Bridge: Snoop Dogg] It's like everywhere I look, and everywhere I go I'm hearin' motherfuckers tryin' to steal my flow But it ain't no thang, 'cause, see, my nigga Coolio Put me up on the game when I stepped through the do' See Snoop Dogg LiveGet tickets as low as $15You might also like[Verse 1: Snoop Dogg] You know, some of these niggas is so deceptive Usin' my styles like a contraceptive I hope you get burnt, seems you haven't learnt It's the knick-knack, paddywhack, I still got the biggest sack So put your gun away, run away, 'cause I'm back (Whyyy?) Hit 'em up, get 'em up, spit 'em up Now, tell me, what's going on? It make me wanna holler, 'cause my dollars come in O-zones Known for the break up, so take off your clothes And quit tryin' to spit at my motherfuckin' hoes Speakin' of hoes, I'll get to the point You think you got the bomb 'cause I rolled you a joint? You'se a flea! And I'm the Big Dogg I'll scratch you off my balls with my motherfuckin' paws Y'alls niggas better recognize (Uh-huh) And see where I'm comin' from — it's still Eastside 'til I die Why ask why? As the world keeps spinnin' to the D-O-double G, Y [Hook: The Dramatics & Nancy Fletcher] It's a crazy, mixed-up world It's a Doggy Dogg World [Verse 2: Kurupt] Well, if you give me ten bitches, then I'll fuck all ten See my homie Snoop Dogg sippin' juice and gin Don't slip, I'm for the set-trip to get papers Styles vary, packin' flavor like Lifesavers Ain't that somethin'? Talk shit and I'm dumpin' I had your whole fuckin' block bumpin' Don't sweat, but check the technique, I'm unique like China You'll never find a bomber rhymer than this nigga behind ya So peek-a-boo, clear the way, I'm comin' through One-two, three — you can't see me I'm a G like that, strapped with hit-hard tactics A fuckin' menace, usin' hoes like tennis rackets It's on again, it's on and poppin' All I see is green, so there ain't no stoppin' I wanna see some panties droppin' I'm comin' from L.A, she used to chill with Dre up in Compton (All I ever did was just use that ho Show her my dickies, get with these, and kick flows) I’m dishin' out blues, I’m upsettin' like bad news Cut off khakis, french braids, and house shoes Kurupt, the name’s often marked for catchin' slugs And I smoke weed for the fuck of it Ruff and rugged shit, it’s unexplanatory how I gets wicked But it’s mandatory that I kick it Check it, I’m runnin' hoes in '94, now must I prove it Hoes call me Sugar Ray for the way I be stickin' and movin' Prepare for a war, it’s on I’m head huntin', hit the button, and light shit up like Red Dawn Peep the massacre from a verbal assassin Murderin' with rhymes packin' TEC-9’s for some action You really don’t know, do you? You fuckin' wit a hog You can’t do me, I’m goin' out looney like O-Dog [Hook: The Dramatics & Nancy Fletcher] It's a crazy, mixed-up world It's a Doggy Dogg World [Bridge: Dat Nigga Daz] Tha Dogg Pound rocks the party (All night long) Uh-huh, 'til when? (Till the early morn') It don't stop, and uh... it don't quit for the... Tha Dogg Pound clique to drop the cavi dope shit [Verse 3: Dat Nigga Daz] Diggity-Daz out of the motherfuckin' cut once mo' So grab a seat and grab your gin and juice and check out the flow I flip-flop and serve hoes with the fat dick 'Til I die, I'm still screamin' out ("Bitches ain't shit!") Now, I'm the mack daddy, had he Not known about the city where I'm from, dum-diddy-dum As you groove to the gangster shit The D-O-double G, the P-O-U-N-D, the gangster clique Now as Tha Pound break it down with the gangster funk I can see and I can tell that's what the fuck you want So I blaze up the chronic so I can get high I promise I'll smoke chronic 'til the day that I die [Hook: The Dramatics & Nancy Fletcher] It's a Doggy Dogg World9

Hip-HopRap

Letter 2 My Unborn

2Pac

[Intro] To my unborn child... To my unborn child In case I don’t make it Just remember, Daddy loves you [Verse 1] Now ever since my birth, I've been cursed, since I'm born to wile In case I never get to holla at my unborn child Many things learned in prison, blessed and still livin' Tryna earn every penny that I'm gettin' I'm reminiscin' to the beginnin' of my mission When I was conceived and came to be in this position My mama was a Panther, loud single parent, but she proud When she witnessed baby boy rip a crowd Went to school, but I dropped out and left the house ‘Cause my mama say I'm good for nothin', so I'm out Since I only got one life to live, God forgive me for my sins Let me make it and I'll never steal again or deal again My only friend is my misery Wantin' revenge for the agony they did to me See, my life ain't promised, but it's sure gettin' better Hope you understand my love letter, to my unborn child [Hook: Natasha Walker] I'm writing you a letter This is to my unborn child Wanna let you know I love you If you didn't know I feel this way ‘Cause I think about you every day I have so much to say You might also like[Verse 2] Seems so complicated to escape fate And you can never understand 'til we trade places Tell the world I feel guilty for bein' anxious Ain't no way in hell that I could ever be a rapist It's hard to face this cold world on a good day When will they let the little kids in the hood play? I got shot five times, but I'm still breathin' Living proof there's a God if you need a reason Can I believe in my own fate? Will I raise my kids in the right or the wrong way? Dear Mama, I'm a man now I wanna make it on my own, not a handout Make way for a whirlwind prophesized I wanna go in peace when I gotta die On these cold streets, ain't no love, no mercy and no friends In case you never see my face again, to my unborn child [Hook: Natasha Walker] I'm writing you a letter This is to my unborn child Wanna let you know I love you If you didn't know I feel this way ‘Cause I think about you every day I have so much to say [Verse 3] Dear Lord, can you hear me? Tell me what to say To my unborn seed in case I pass away Will my child get to feel love? Or are we all just cursed to be street thugs? ‘Cause bein' black hurts, and even worse if you speak first Livin' my life as an Outlaw – what could be worse? ‘Cause maybe if I tried to change Who'm I kiddin'? I'm a thug 'til I die; I'm a rider, mane Touch bases, eat lunch in plush places Regular criminal oasis awaits us If there's a ghetto for true thugs, I'll see you there And I'm sorry for not bein' there Just know your daddy was a soldier: Me Against the World Bless the boys and all my little girls To the Lord: I'm eternal, restin' in peace Please take care of all my seeds, to my unborn child [Outro] Please take care of all my kids and my unborn child To my unborn child... This letter goes out to my seeds That I might not get to see ‘cause of this lifestyle Just know your daddy loved you Got nothin' but love for you And all I wanted was for you to have a better life than I had ‘Cause I was out there on a 24 hour 365 grind When you get to be my age, you’ll understand Just know I got love for you And I’ll see you if there’s a ghetto in Heaven If there’s a Ghetto Heaven, I’ll be there waitin' for you Heh heh, take care, run wild, but be smart Follow the rules of the game I know sometimes there’s confusion Rules of the game is gonna get you through it all day every day Watch out for these snakes and fakes Friends come a dime-a-dozen Be an individual, work hard Study, get your mind sharp, trust nobody19

Gangsta Rap

Welcome To D-Block

Jadakiss

[Intro: Jadakiss & Eminem] (Fucking prick!) This is my livelihood That you fuckin' with! A-ha! This is it right here, baby! (Ahaha) No more hating in the world (Haha!) You know (Yeah), it's gon' be what it's gon' be Ruff Ryders! (Let's go) [Chorus: Eminem] Welcome to D-Block, city of broke down dreams Where things ain't always peachy keen as they seem City of dope dealers, killers, pimps, pushers Panhandlers, hustlers and doped out fiends The sun don't shine here, in this part of town But we all got a town that's similar to this too They say every city's got a ghetto, every ghetto's got a hood Take a good look around you 'cause there's a D-Block near you [Verse 1: Jadakiss] Place where ain't nobody that proud, it's a fucking black cloud That got people under the impression they can act wild Working around though 'cause if you can pull a trigger on the pound, yo Five minutes flat, the whole town know Lotta assuming a nigga's salary More lies than truth, definitely more rumors than reality Only way you beating a body's technicality Other than that catch 'em in Clinton on the gallery The determination and dedication and discipline Listening, catching the jewels that you was missing And they still doing coward shit You know the hate is gonna always be heavy but the love overpowers it Something in the air but the older they get They kill you quicker over a girl than over a brick We don't play with the lizards, we make phrases up and say 'em exquisite Anytime you can pay us a visit See Jadakiss LiveGet tickets as low as $41You might also like[Chorus: Eminem] Welcome to D-Block, city of broke down dreams Where things ain't always peachy keen as they seem City of dope dealers, killers, pimps, pushers Panhandlers, hustlers and doped out fiends The sun don't shine here, in this part of town But we all got a town that's similar to this too They say every city's got a ghetto, every ghetto's got a hood Take a good look around you 'cause there's a D-Block near you [Verse 2: Eminem] Welcome to D-Block, the mighty, mighty D-Block The place in New York City where Diddy won't even walk Its D-Block, the part of Yonkers I wouldn't be caught Without two pistols on me that'll be cocked in each pocket D-Block don't even stop to talk, you just keep walking Stick up kids every block who watch for every opportunity As soon as you leave out that jewelry shop And you won't even notice your mind will be so Preoccupied with that new watch you just copped You won't even see that ride pulling up alongside you You'll be shot 'fore you even realize you were spied on for three blocks D-Block the place where O.G.'s get knocked, locked up Get out, come home for a week and get re-knocked You won't even see cops, hip-hop police don't even stop On D-Block, where everybody wants to be 'Pac And you can get popped over the new G-Unit Reeboks [Chorus: Eminem] Welcome to D-Block, city of broke down dreams Where things ain't always peachy keen as they seem City of dope dealers, killers, pimps, pushers Panhandlers, hustlers and doped out fiends The sun don't shine here, in this part of town But we all got a town that's similar to this too They say every city's got a ghetto, every ghetto's got a hood Take a good look around you 'cause there's a D-Block near you [Verse 3: Sheek Louch] If you bust and your gun got niggas on the run And you rep where you from, nigga, you D-Block! And you trying to come up and your pockets is light as a cup And don't give a fuck, you D-Block! Ayo, bang-bang nigga, let's get it on Always been a monster, but its worse now that my son's been born And every nigga where I be, I put in work for free It's D-Block, motherfucker; ayo, grab this, P! [Verse 4: Styles P] Welcome to D-Block, a place where little niggas is killas And the mother's raising the sons to turn into gorillas And the hallways is pissy as hell, all we do is get bigger More ignorant, you send us to jail My niggas shoot anything that'll move Sell drugs, from the rise to the sun to the fall of the moon I'd die the way I stand, with my man if I can, when the shells come This is D-Block, y'all welcome! [Chorus: Eminem] Welcome to D-Block, city of broke down dreams Where things ain't always peachy keen as they seem City of dope dealers, killers, pimps, pushers Panhandlers, hustlers and doped out fiends The sun don't shine here, in this part of town But we all got a town that's similar to this too They say every city's got a ghetto, every ghetto's got a hood Take a good look around you 'cause there's a D-Block near you [Outro: Eminem] Ruff Ryders!11

Hip Hop

Drop the World

Lil Wayne

[Verse 1: Lil Wayne] I got ice in my veins, blood in my eyes Hate in my heart, love in my mind I seen nights full of pain, days are the same You keep the sunshine, save me the rain I search but never find, hurt but never cry I work and forever try, but I'm cursed, so never mind And it's worse, but better times seem further and beyond The top gets higher the more that I climb The spot gets smaller and I get bigger Tryna get in where I fit in, no room for a nigga But soon for a nigga it be on, ma'fucker ‘Cause all this bullshit just made me strong, ma'fucker [Chorus: Lil Wayne] So I pick the world up and I'ma drop it on your fuckin' head Yeah Bitch, I'ma pick the world up and I'ma drop it on your fuckin' head Yeah And I could die now, rebirth, motherfucker Hop up in my spaceship and leave Earth, motherfucker I'm gone, motherfucker, I'm gone [Verse 2: Lil Wayne] Uh I know what they don't wanna tell you Just hope you're heaven-sent, and you're hell-proof I, I walk up in the world and cut the lights off And confidence is a stain they can't wipe off Huh, my word is my pride But wisdom is bleak, and that's a word from the wise Served to survive, murdered and bribed And when it got too heavy I put my burdens aside You might also like[Chorus: Lil Wayne, Lil Wayne & Eminem Eminem] So I could pick the world up and I'ma drop it on your fuckin' head Haha, yeah Bitch, I'ma pick the world up and I'ma drop it on your fuckin' head Yeah And I could die now, rebirth, motherfucker Hop up in my spaceship and leave Earth, motherfucker I'm gone, motherfucker, I'm gone I'm gone [Bridge: Eminem] It hurts, but I never show This pain you'll never know If only you could see just how lonely and how cold And frostbit I've become My back's against the wall When push come to shove I just stand up and scream: "Fuck 'em all!" [Verse 3: Eminem] Man, it feels like these walls are closin' in, this roof is cavin' in Oops, time to raise it then Your days are numbered like pages in My book of rhymes; got 'em cookin', boy This crooked mind of mine got 'em all shook And scared to look in my eyes I stole that fuckin' clock: I took the time And I came up from behind and pretty much snuck up and butt-fucked this game up Better be careful when you bring my name up Fuck this fame, that ain't what I came to claim, but the game ain't gonna be the same on the day that I leave it But I swear, one way or another, I'ma make these fuckin' haters believe it I swear to God, won't spare the rod I'm a man of my word, so your fuckin' heads better nod Or I'ma fuck around in this bitch and roast everybody Sleep on me, that pillow is where your head'll lie Permanently, bitch, it's beddy-bye This world is my Easter egg, yeah, prepare to die! My head is swole, my confidence is up, this stage is my pedestal I'm unstoppable, Incredible Hulk You're trapped in my medicine ball I could run circles around you so fast your fuckin' head'll spin, dog I'll split your cabbage and your lettuce and olives, I'll fuckin'— [Chorus: Lil Wayne, Lil Wayne & Eminem Eminem] Pick the world up and I'ma drop it on your fuckin' head Yeah Bitch, I'ma pick the world up and I'ma drop it on your fuckin' head Yeah And I could die now, rebirth, motherfucker Hop up in my spaceship and leave Earth, motherfucker I'm gone, motherfucker, I'm gone I'm gone114

Hip-HopRap

I’m Back

T.I.

[Chorus] I never let you down, I’ma shine on sight Keep your mind on your grind and off of mines, alright? (Right) Hard I'ma ball on them squares, I float In quarter-million dollar cars everywhere I go I know in the lead it may seem he might be But no matter what they doing, they don’t do it like me Like a G, I hold it down for the town I’m at In a flash like that, recognize I'm back! [Verse 1] Strike a match, catch a fire Any moment I decide that's enough of all your lies Boy, your buzz just died Step inside, super-fly, to the shoes in their coupe Then exit out with all the bitches like we always do My desire to retire, grow with every new crew 'Cause these guys, they don't ride like my nigga, you too Tight jeans, funny haircuts, dancing on the screen There's a drought of real niggas in the game, so it seems Just pretend to holla, pimping, give the shit a black eye (Eye) Next he say he trapping in my head I’m like: "Why?" Be yourself; you ain't got a pimp bone in your body I can tell you ain't never bought a ki or caught a body Nigga probably just seen Wayne, Gucci Mane, me and Boosie all go to prison Now he flipping hoes, every nigga tripping Listen dude, for you that ain't in the cards Think the power's in the guns but overall it's in your heart Nowadays I don’t know what's up with niggas in the A Guess he think he in the game but he really in the way Violating, I was having conversations in the joint But guess who done it? And I promised I would put you on point I’m disappointed in you, dawg, you ain't hold it down at all But I ain't going at your jaw, just gon' show you how to ball Standing tall through the storm, on the yard or in the dorms Cats in prison who expecting me to represent for 'em See T.I. LiveGet tickets as low as $90You might also like[Chorus] I never let you down, I’ma shine on sight Keep your mind on your grind and off of mines, alright? (Right) Hard I'ma ball on them squares, I float In quarter-million dollar cars everywhere I go I know in the lead it may seem he might be But no matter what they doing, they don’t do it like me Like a G, I hold it down for the town I’m at In a flash like that, recognize I'm back! [Verse 2] Strike a match, catch a fire, see T.I. add gas What's a Molotov cocktail that never break a glass Scary ass nigga want to come for me you better bring it I ain’t mad I forgive them, God I know they ain't mean it Yeah I seen it all before, hate I'm popping and they ain't Wrack they brain try to think how to stop it and they can’t Ain't that lame, but then that hatred manifest to pure malice I’m no longer being callous, I’m gonna let you niggas have it Won’t be satisfied until somebody dies and I'm patiently waiting on Me and the reaper on a first name basis now I’m a let you make it now, stay totally out the way for you But know that we could take it any place you wanna take it too Hating in your blood cuz, yes, it’s just too late for you All I could do is pray for you or organize a wake for you Your choice, clearly I ain't hearing your voice Keep it up an Imma send you ass to chill wit Aunt Joyce Hey, you can have the bottom, partner I'm up in the sky box I got shit locked down nigga why stop now I'm so above you, hover over suckers why drop down I’m so profound, it goes down, and- [Chorus] I never let you down, I’ma shine on sight Keep your mind on your grind and off of mines, alright? (Right) Hard I'ma ball on them squares, I float In quarter-million dollar cars everywhere I go I know in the lead it may seem he might be But no matter what they doing, they don’t do it like me Like a G, I hold it down for the town I’m at In a flash like that, recognize I'm back!3

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Patiently Waiting

50 Cent

[Intro: 50 Cent] Hey Em, you know you my favorite white boy, right? (Hahaha) 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 your 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'll 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 See 50 Cent LiveGet tickets as low as $15You might also like[Chorus: 50 Cent] I been patiently waitin' for a track to explode on (Yeah) You can stunt if you want and your 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 your 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) [Post-Chorus: Eminem] You've been patiently waitin' to make it through all the hatin' Debatin' whether or not you can even weather the storm And 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 of 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 your 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: 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 icy 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 your 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 your 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)180

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A Million and One Questions (Remix)

JAY-Z

[Produced by DJ Premier] [Intro] Uh-huh, I've did it again niggas Fucked up, right? Ha, I know I know what y'all niggas asking yourself Is he gon' ever fall off? No... [Verse 1] A lot of speculation On the monies I've made, honies I've slayed How is he for real? Is that nigga really paid? Hustlers I've met or, dealt with direct Is it true he stayed in beef and slept with a TEC? What's the position you hold? Can you really match a triple platinum artist buck by buck But only your single going gold? If Roc-A-Fella should fold, and you're left out in the cold Is it back to charging motherfuckers 11 for a O? For the millionth time asking me questions like Wendy Williams Harassing me, then get upset when I catch feelings Can I get a minute to breathe? And in that minute you leave While I'm looking at my Rol', ice spinning on my sleeve Ugh! Nice watch, do you really have a spot? Like you said in "Friend or Foe," and if so, what block? What you doin' in L.A., with Filipinos and Eses Latinos in Chevys, down by Pico with Frederico I answer all y'all questions but then y'all got to go Now the question I ask you is, "How bad you wanna know?" BLAOW! You might also like[Hook] (A million) Uh-huh uh uh uh uh-huh uh-huh (A million) How we do, what? (A million) Uh-huh uh uh uh uh-huh uh-huh (A million) How we do? Ugh! [Verse 2] '98, Preemo remix, and ain't nothing different I don't know what the hell, niggas been sniffing Jigga still dipping, chrome on the whips and Four days out the week, find me in the kitchen Still in the game, nigga, hooked like glue Papi gave me one pie, but it cook like two I'm a crook like you Cats around my way was buying brand new whips and shit What could I do? Knowin I'm supposed to style I'm the hustler's poster child, rock lizards and cro-codile Live ironic and what-not Put all that ice on the face of a watch just to make it hot Now you see me on them stages, rocks in the air Looking like blue lasers, never fugaz-es Act courageous, I smack 'em with the two aces MAC double one, nigga, I'm troublesome All I got for chicks hard dick and bubble gum Flip bricks like Fred, Barney Rubble and them It's the Roc-A-Fella clique, what's fucking with them? Not a damn thang nigga, we doing our damn thing BLAOW!!! [Hook] (A million) Uh-huh uh uh uh uh-huh uh-huh (A million) How we do, come on (A million) Sounds so beautiful, don't you agree, ladies and gentlemen? [Verse 3] Ha! Well they call me Jay-Hova 'cause the flow is religious And ever since I was 16, I was holding digits I'm seeing this industry clearer As if I had coke in the trunk and cops in the rear mirror I slow-flows y'all to death So y'all hoes know who's best—Jigga! The flow be Ay, Bendito For the mamis I hable español, poquito Oh Este, I got timing like a segue Now holla back, baby! Uh-huh-huh, Jay-Z, you motherfucking right In the darkest nights let off my gun for light To guide y'all through, show you how it's done I'm The Question and The Answer like Iverson Jets be private ones, no gate to lift So when I take flight, it's from Hangar 6 Bang with this, wake up with one in your brain And the cocaine flow's straight numbing your pain This ain't your speed, young mayne, run in your lane So I can come through doing a hundred and change I put one in your frame—picture that Who's running the game? Let's get to that I guess we one and the same A million and one... once again Novacane flow, ho, you ain't know Like a baller in an Impala, Jigga remain low Then I pop up, and tear your block up and kick off like soccer In a Range Rove, twist hoes like ankles 'Til the next time, nigga I hit y'all with a million more5

Hip-HopRap

Beware (Jay-Z Remix)

JAY-Z

[Intro & Hook: Jay Z & Labh Janjua] Ugh, uh-huh It's the Roc in the building Khaliq ('Sup, lil' nigga?), Ramel ('Sup?), Barell in the house Neeveen akh kuch chir paake rakh le (Yes!) Palle vich mukhda lukake rakh le Live from the United States Brooklyn New York, it's your boy (Ugh, ugh) Young Neevee akh kuch chir paake rakh le (Woo!) Palle vich mukhda lukake rakh le The nephews is in the house Aiven kari na kise de naal pyaar Mundeya ton bach ke rahi (Yeah, yeah, yeah) [Verse 1: Jay-Z & Labh Janjua] Soon as the beat drop, we got the streets locked Overseas, the Panjabi MC and the Roc I came to see the mamis in the spot On the count of three, drop your body like it's hot One, Young, two, you One, two, three, Young Hov's a— Snake charmer, move your body like a snake, mama Make me wanna put the snake on you I'm on my eighth summer, still hot—Young's the eighth wonder All I do is get bread, yeah, I take Wonder I take one of your chicks straight from under your armpit The Black Brad Pitt I mack 'til six in the A-M, all day, I'm P-I-M-P, I am simply Attached to the track like SMPTE Ni tu kari na kise de naal pyaar It's simply good, Young Hov, infinitely hood You might also like[Hook: Jay-Z & Labh Janjua] Mundeya to bach ke rahi (R-O-C, and you don't stop) Ni tu hune hune hoyi muteyaar Mundeya to bach ke rahi (Panjabi MC, and you don't stop) Ni tu hune hune hoyi muteyaar (Nigga, NYC, and we don't stop) Mundeya to bach ke rahi (It's the Roc, it's the Roc) R.O.C, and we don't stop Panjabi MC, and we don't stop It's ya boy Jay-Z, and we don't stop Nigga, R-O-C, and we won't stop, ha [Break: Panjabi MC & Jay-Z] Tera ki kasoor je nashile nain ho gaye (Yes) Sikh ke adava sharmile nain ho gaye (Ugh, yeah) Bounce, bounce, bounce, bounce, yes Tera ki kasoor je nashile nain ho gaye Sikh ke adava sharmile nain ho gaye Saanbh ke rakh ni eh joban butari Saanbh ke rakh ni eh joban butari (Ugh, ugh, ugh, ugh) Hun mud ke na aauni eh bahaar (Yes!) Mundiya to bach ke rahi [Verse 2: Jay Z] Ma— I ain't gotta tell you, but it's your boy Hov From the U.S.—you just lay down slow Catch your boy, mingle in England, meddling in the Netherlands Checking in daily under aliases We rebellious, we back home Screaming, "Leave Iraq alone!" But all my soldiers in the field, I will wish you safe return But only love kills war—when will they learn? It's International Hov, been having the flow Before Bin Laden got Manhattan to blow Before Ronald Reagan got Manhattan the blow Before, I was cabbing it there, back and forth Raw, we had it all day, Papi in the hallway (What up, man?) Cop one on consignment to give you more yay' Yeah, but that's another stor-ay But for now, mami, turn it around, and let the boy play [Outro: Panjabi MC & Jay-Z] Nahi teri jehi Sohni koi naar (Jay!) Mundeya to bach ke rahi Ni tu hune hune hoyi muteyaar Mundeya to bach ke rahi R.O.C, and you don't stop Panjabi MC, and you don't stop Nigga, NYC and we don't stop It's the Roc, it's the Roc Mundeya de bula ute teriya kahaniya Channi ne ta khanne diyan galiyan vi shaaniya Jovana de bula ute teriya kahaniya Channi ne ta khanne diyan galiyan vi shaaniya Janjua ta hoya tera roop da diwana Janjua ta hoya tera roop da diwana Chal sakiya na husan da vaar Mundeya to bach ke rahi Ni tu hune hune hoyi muteyaar Mundeya to bach ke rahi Ni tu hune hune hoyi muteyaar Mundeya to bach ke rahi1

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Can’t Deny It

Fabolous

[Chorus: Nate Dogg] Y'all can't deny it, I'mma fuckin' rider You don't wanna fuck with me Got scales in the trunk with me Switching lanes, do a buck with me Y'all can't deny it, I'mma fucking rider You don't wanna bang with me And you know I brought my gang with me (ok) Niggas trip, I got my thang with me [Verse 1: Fabolous] Yo, if they want it, cowards get it They still wonder how I did it Now y'all with it, these niggas see how I spit it Huh, these bitches see how I kit it You can hear my coupe a block away Bitches be yellin, "Let Me Ride" like they Snoop and Dr. Dre I keep spittin, them clips copped on those calicos Keep shittin, with ziplocks of that cali dro' Keep hittin, and shift blocks for that cali dough Keep gettin, my tip rocked by them cali hoes It's William Bonnie, stealin' mamis Dance closely, even though they feel the llamies I ain't tryin' to send police to ya res' I'm tryin' to put this piece to ya chest And you in peace wit the rest You can release to the press - this how G's ride From the North to the South to the East to the West, let's go See Fabolous LiveGet tickets as low as $109You might also like[Chorus: Nate Dogg] Y'all can't deny it, I'mma fuckin' rider You don't wanna fuck with me Got scales in the trunk with me Switching lanes, do a buck with me Y'all can't deny it, I'mma fucking rider You don't wanna bang with me And you know I brought my gang with me (ok) Niggas trip, I got my thang with me [Verse 2: Fabolous] & (Nate Dogg) Yo ma, I got you stuck off the realness The name's Fabolous, you heard I be In them trucks wit the wheels glissed In V.I.P, with buckets of chilled Cris' 'Click, click', who the fuck wanna feel this? I still got them blocks movin, and the system in my truck That can make it feel like the block's movin' My 6-4's, wit the wheels and the shocks movin' Them boys in blue with the shields and the Glocks movin' (You can't deny it) I'm the same ol' G The Guc' frames got the same gold G Duke can you frame O-3, 'cause if you see me on ya corner wit a 40 It ain't gonna be named Olde E I might be in Chuck T's, or the Chukka's And if your duck cheese I'mma fuck her, duck these motherfucker Ghetto Fabolous, nigga I ride 'til I die Hollerin' 1-8-7 when I ride through the Stuy, fool [Chorus: Nate Dogg] Y'all can't deny it, I'mma fuckin' rider You don't wanna fuck with me Got scales in the trunk with me Switching lanes, do a buck with me Y'all can't deny it, I'mma fucking rider You don't wanna bang with me And you know I brought my gang with me (ok) Niggas trip, I got my thang with me [Vrse 3: Nate Dogg] It ain't really dat hard, to get fucked up Its really quite easy, just step up I'mma knock him so hard, on his butt Just like he been drinkin', like he drunk The fat bitch stood up, just stood up She bout to be singin', turn it up You won't hear a thang, know you won't You too busy sleepin', won't wake up You can't deny it [Verse 4: Fabolous] The kid pull the four out a little quicker You might end up the reason, ya homies Will have to pour out a little liquor Every stack that a draws out a little thicker I get brain, kick the whores out a little quicker You kids rap; that's cool But the kid's wrapped in jewels, the kid clapped that tool Kidnap that fool, you don't wanna wake up gettin told That ya kids trapped at school When the time's right, I'mma put this nine right To the left side of ya head, push ya mind right It's still nuthin' but a G thang, I thought you knew And I'm bout to do the numbers that they thought you do Still don't know me, still jump in a Lex The chain so icy, I got chill bumps on my neck The NARCS heard, how the krills pump in the 'jects Still bump in your decks, still dumpin' the TEC, still6

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Welcome to New York City

Cam’ron

[Intro: Jay-Z & Cam'ron] Turn the motherfucking music up Just Blaze, man, you owe me, nigga Uh, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Welcome to the Empire State, home of the World Trade Birthplace of Michael Jordan Home of Biggie Smalls (Welcome to New York City) Roc-A-Fella headquarters (Welcome to New York City), ladies and gentlemen Killa Cam, Young Hov is definitely in the building Brooklyn, Harlem World (Welcome to New York City) Stand the fuck up (Welcome to New York City) [Verse 1: Jay-Z & Cam'ron] I'm a BK brawler, Marcy projects hallway loiterer Pure coke copper, get your order up I bring 'em to Baltimore in the Ford Explorer But it's gonna cost you more if I gotta get 'em to Florida Rucker game attender with the Bent parked On the sidewalk with the temp plates on the fender I ain't hard to find, you catch me front and center At the Knick game, big chain in all my splendor Next to Spike if you pan left to right I own Madison Square, catch me at the fight With Cam, once again if you pan left of his ice It be the man that write checks with the hand that don't write I go off the head when I'm rambling on the mic And I throw off the feds when I'm scrambling at night And it was often said I brought hammers to the fight But we from New York City, right Cam? (Ya damn right) You might also like[Chorus: Juelz Santana & Cam'ron] It's the home of 9/11, the place of the lost Towers We still banging, we never lost power, tell 'em Welcome to New York City Welcome to New York City Y'all fucking with BK's banger and Harlem's own gangster Now that's danger, there's nothing left to say but, oh (Killa, uh) Welcome to New York City Welcome to New York City (Yo, Killa) [Verse 2: Cam'ron] There's a war goin' on outside no man is safe from (Word?) It don't matter if you three feet or eight-one (One) You'll get eight from the nine-M, straight blown Wig split, melon cracked, all that on day one (One) Carry eight guns, two in the trunk Two on the waist, two on the ankle, two to just spank you (Faggot) You get jammed with them jammers, blammed with them blammers Hot here, ask Mase, he ran to Atlanta (Minister) You think you know what life do, mink on the motorcycle Trinkets they so delightful, blinging in so much ice fool (Bling) In front of Sparks body Castellano Block away watch by Gotti and Gravano It's la costra nostra, someone close approach ya They'll toast ya gopher, bread loaf ya chauffeur (Over) Coke they raise up and snort Blaze up ya fort, Jay, Puff, Shyne, cases was caught Midnight, pick fights, another victim Watch him 'fore he watch you (Get 'em), Killa [Pre-Chorus] Welcome to New York City Welcome to New York City [Chorus: Juelz Santana & Cam'ron] It's the home of 9/11, the place of the lost Towers We still banging, we never lost power, tell 'em Welcome to New York City Welcome to New York City Y'all fucking with BK's banger and Harlem's own gangster Now that's danger, there's nothing left to say but, oh Welcome to New York City Welcome to New York City (Listen, yo) [Verse 3: Cam'ron & Jay-Z] I'm from 101, West to Hund-fortieth, the shit is live 5th floor, fifty-six, you know the zip, district five You're on 22nd (22nd), hit you from two-one (One) That's on Lenox, 7th Ave was News One Coverage at Centre Street, got Brafman defending me 'Cause New York'll miss me if I'm locked in the penitentiary The judge said, "Is this that thug from the Kit-Kat club?" But I got enough chips stacked up to make the bitch back up (Killa) I pitch that bud and I grip that snub to hit that thug Lay up in a pitch black tub You looking at rich black thugs that get that love And we won't stop 'til I get back blood, holla at 'em, Hov I'm from Flushing, Marcy, Nostrand, Myrtle and Park Niggas'll drive by in the day, murder you in the dark That's why the Johnny gun I'm holding Wet niggas up like the Johnny-pump is open, homie, I play hard [Chorus: Juelz Santana & Cam'ron] It's the home of 9/11, the place of the lost Towers We still banging, we never lost power, tell 'em Welcome to New York City Welcome to New York City Y'all fucking with BK's banger and Harlem's own gangster Now that's danger, there's nothing left to say but, oh Welcome to New York City Welcome to New York City (Uh-huh) [Outro: Cam'ron] Y'all niggas, man, y'all can't fuck around, man It's the Roc, bitch, Killa (Welcome to New York City) My nigga Jigga, Sigel, Beans (Welcome to New York City) Diplomats, man, Hoffa, Dash Get the fuck off our dick, no homo (Welcome to New York City) Bullshit, whatever y'all wanna say for two minutes, man (Welcome to New York City) I own this shit right now, man, I ain't going nowhere Welcome to New York City14

Comics and Games

Hot Spot

Foxy Brown

[Verse 1] Ayo! Rhyme or crime, let's get it on MC's wanna eat me but it's Ramadan Peep what's on the arm, when it's ice it's ice When I'm right, I'm right, when you're wrong, you're wrong I'm the bomb, records is platinum, skin is bronze Flows all night like vintage Dom Been this nice since umm, the first Prince bomb Before "The Artist Was Known As" wit my grown ass Haters said it won't last, know how many birds I flown past Celly on roam, full belly, first class And I don't play, I watch them pockets Know y'all niggas go broke after you cop them watches See you in the club, no bub' nigga pop it Then you wanna fuck, give it up nigga, not this My coat is ostrich, flow is the hottest You ain't got dough, you can't go with the Fox bitch [Chorus] You can catch me at the hot spot cause I Fox, I plots At the bar y'all, all night, I pops Is it alright, sho' you right, you can't stop it This is our world, me and my girls You can catch me at the hot spot, I Fox, I plots At the bar y'all, all night, I pops Is it alright, sho' you right, you can't stop it This is our world, me and my girls You might also like[Verse 2] Yo! Cats bustin out the six, cash flushin out the niggas Platinum heart in half hangin 'tween the two tit-ties Scheme on your team, lookin over graph pictures Pick the finest, then I put it on the minors Love, after the club, meet me at the diner So you can bring your boys, we got ten cars behind us Order a steak, a glass of OJ to break-fast Hop in the car and head straight up Eighth Ave The night is young, I'm likin son Either he don't have one, or his wife is dumb His whole hand numb, nigga iced his thumb Pull up my tights some, enticin him You can handle the work, I'll play wit it Til he curve and swerve nigga, stay wit it Bitches in the club they, hated it Cause I put my mack down then I, skated it [Chorus] You can catch me at the hot spot cause I Fox, I plots At the bar y'all, all night, I pops Is it alright, sho' you right, you can't stop it This is our world, me and my girls You can catch me at the hot spot, I Fox, I plots At the bar y'all, all night, I pops Is it alright, sho' you right, you can't stop it This is our world, me and my girls [Verse 3] You can catch me at the Expo', Jacob Jav Knocking Jigga out the Navigator, layin back, I stay in that Me fallin off? Imagine that, it's not the case I'm sittin' on Top of the World like Brandy and Mase You wanna, buy me a drink, nigga hand me a case Big ballin bitch, I want all of this shit Six AMG's with the spoiler kit Chromes from the fac', phones front and back CoCo, flow, niggas is wantin that Out they vehicles, niggas is bumpin that I heard you wanna stop Fox, tell me how so I got that New York, to the Dirty South flow Whole album hot, even the outro This time around I'm tryin to do about fo' This is for my niggas and bitches who count dough And y'all in the club I make 'em bounce [Chorus] You can catch me at the hot spot cause I Fox, I plots At the bar y'all, all night, I pops Is it alright, sho' you right, you can't stop it This is our world, me and my girls You can catch me at the hot spot, I Fox, I plots At the bar y'all, all night, I pops Is it alright, sho' you right, you can't stop it This is our world, me and my girls [Outro] Hot spot, bar y'all Alright, our world Hot spot, bar y'all Alright, our world2

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The Dynasty (Intro)

JAY-Z

[Produced by Just Blaze] [Intro] It's the Dynasty, niggas As promised The world's most infamous, Roc-A-Fella Records This is Roc La Familia It's Young Hova Beanie Sigel Memphis Bleek Amil-lion It's the Dynasty, niggas 2000 to infinity This is ghetto to ghetto, gutter to gutter Street corner to street corner, project to project Worldwide Walk with us, niggas Hoffa, Dash It's The Dynasty, niggas Check it out Ugh, walk with me, talk to me, yo [Verse] The theme song to The Sopranos Plays in the key of life on my mental piano Got a strange way of seeing life, like I'm Stevie Wonder with beads under the do-rag Intuition is there, even when my vision's impaired, yeah Knowing I can go just switching a spare On the highway of life, nigga, it's sharp in my sight, oh! Keen senses ever since I was a teen on the benches Every time somebody like Ennis was mentioned I would turn green—me, being in the trenches Him, living adventurous, not worrying about expenditures I'm braving temperatures below zero, no hero No father figure; you gotta pardon a nigga But I'm starving, my niggas, and the weight loss in my figure Is starting to darken my heart, 'bout to get to my liver Watch it, my niggas; I'm trying to be calm but I'm gon' get richer Through any means with that thing that Malcolm palmed in the picture Never read the Qur'an or Islamic scriptures Only Psalms I read was on the arms of my niggas Tattooed, so I carry on like I'm nonreligious Clap whoever stand between Shawn and figures Niggas say it's the dawn, but I'm superstitious Shit is as dark as it's been, nothing has gone as you predicted I move with biscuits, stop the heart of niggas acting too suspicious This is food for thought—you do the dishes!You might also like14

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Big Pimpin’

JAY-Z

[Produced by Timbaland] [Intro: JAY-Z] Uh, uh uh uh It's big pimpin' baby (That's right) It's big pimpin', spendin' Gs Feel me uh-huh uhh, uh-huh Ge-ge-geyeah, geyeah Ge-ge-geyeah, geyeah [Verse 1: JAY-Z] You know I thug 'em, fuck 'em, love 'em, leave 'em ‘Cause I don't fuckin' need 'em Take 'em out the hood, keep 'em lookin' good But I don't fuckin' feed 'em First time they fuss I'm breezin' Talkin' about, "What's the reasons?" I'm a pimp in every sense of the word Bitch, better trust and believe 'em In the cut where I keep 'em 'Til I need a nut, 'til I need to beat the guts Then it's "beep beep" and I'm pickin' them up Let 'em play with the dick in the truck Many chicks wanna put Jigga's fists in cuffs Divorce him and split his bucks Just because you got good head I'ma break bread, so you can be livin' it up? Shit, I part with nothin', y'all be frontin' Me give my heart to a woman? Not for nothin', never happen; I'll be forever mackin' Heart cold as assassins, I got no passion I got no patience and I hate waitin' Ho, get your ass in and let's ride! Check em out now, ride! Ride! Check em out now, ride! You might also like[Chorus: JAY-Z] We doin' big pimpin', we spendin' cheese Check 'em out now, big pimpin' on B-L-A-D’s We doin' big pimpin' up in NYC It's just that Jigga Man, Pimp C, and B-U-N B We doin' big pimpin', we spendin' cheese Check 'em out now, big pimpin' on B-L-A-D’s We doin' big pimpin' up in NYC It's just that Jigga Man, Pimp C, and B-U-N B [Verse 2: Bun B] Nigga, it's the big Southern rap impresario Comin' straight up out the black barrio Makes a mill' up off a sorry ho Then sit back and peep my sce-nahr-i-o Oops, my bad, that's "my scenario" No, I can't fuck a scary ho Now every time, every place, everywhere we go Hoes start pointin', they say: "There he go!" Now these motherfuckers know we carry mo' Heat than a little bit We don't pull it out over little shit And if you catch a lick when I spit Then it won't be a little hit Go read a book, you illiterate son of a bitch! And step up your vocab! Don't be surprised if your ho stab out with me And you see us comin' down on yo' SLAB Livin' ghetto-fabulous, so mad, you just can't take it But nigga if you hatin' I Then you wait while I get your bitch butt-naked Just break it; you gotta pay like you weigh Wet with two pairs of clothes on Now get yo' ass to the back as I'm flyin' to the track Timbaland, let me spit my prose on Pump it up in the pro-zone That's the track that we breakin' these hoes on Ain't the track that we flows on But when shit get hot then the Glock start poppin' like ozone We keep hoes crunk like Trigger-man For real, it don't get no bigger, man Don't trip, let's flip, gettin' throwed on the flip Gettin' blowed with the motherfuckin' Jigga Man, fool! [Chorus 2: Bun B] We be big pimpin', spendin' cheese We be big pimpin' on B-L-A-D’s We be big pimpin' down in P.A.T It's just that Jigga Man, Pimp C, and B-U-N B We be big pimpin', spendin' cheese We be big pimpin' on B-L-A-D’s We be big pimpin' in P.A.T It's just that Jigga Man, Pimp C, and B-U-N B [Verse 3: Pimp C] Smokin' out, pourin' up Keepin' lean up in my cup All my car got leather and wood In my hood we call it "buck" Everybody wanna ball Holla at broads at the mall If he up, watch him fall Nigga, I can't fuck with y'all If I wasn't rappin', baby I would still be ridin' Mercedes Comin' down and sippin' daily No record 'til whitey pay me Uhh, now what y'all know about them Texas boys? Comin' down in candied toys Smokin' weed and talkin' noise [Chorus 2: Bun B] We be big pimpin', spendin' cheese We be big pimpin' on B-L-A-D’s We be big pimpin' down in P.A.T It's just that Jigga Man, Pimp C, and B-U-N B We be big pimpin', spendin' cheese We be big pimpin' on B-L-A-D’s We be big pimpin' down in P.A.T It's just that Jigga Man, Pimp C, and B-U-N B We be big pimpin', spendin' cheese We be big pimpin' on B-L-A-D’s We be big pimpin' in P.A.T It's just that Jigga Man, Pimp C, and B-U-N B [Verse 4: JAY-Z] On the canopy, my stamina be Enough for Pamela Anderson Lee MTV jam of the week Made my money quick, then back to the streets But still sittin' on blades, sippin' that Ray Standin' on the corner of my block, hustlin' Still gettin' that 'caine Half what I paid slippin' right through customs It'll sell by night, its egg shell white I got so many grams, if the man find out It will land me in jail for life But I'm still big pimpin', spendin' cheese With Bun B, Pimp C, and Timothy We got bitches in the back of the truck Laughin' it up, Jigga Man: that's what's up! [Chorus 2: Bun B] We be big pimpin', spendin' cheese We be big pimpin' on B-L-A-D’s We be big pimpin' down in P.A.T It's just that Jigga Man, Pimp C, and B-U-N B We be big pimpin', spendin' cheese We be big pimpin' on B-L-A-D’s We be big pimpin' in P.A.T It's just that Jigga Man, Pimp C, and B-U-N B72

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Swag Surf

Lil Wayne

[Intro] KE on the Track No Ceilings Ah... O—OK [Verse] I got this chrome on this Bugatti, I'm strong in this Bugatti Two V8s, ain't no such thing as driving calm in this Bugatti Bitch, I’m bad, I'm worse, I'll pass the purp Don't fuck with me 'cause right now, I'm higher than Captain Kirk I swear, I be the sickest nigga, you can ask the nurse And if you throw it in a bag I bet I'll snatch her purse OK, I spaz, I curse; you last, I'm first I'm on your ass, like dirt; behind that cash, get murked I'm talking big shit, nigga, join my hit list, nigga What's the matter? Check your bladder, I'm the shit, piss, nigga Shoot the witness, nigga Hold court in the streets and convict this nigga Ol' dickless nigga Man, I'm running with the blocka, Young Money, motherfucker You think we gon' do our thing? Well, ain't it sunny in the summer? And we coming for the commas, and whoever among us And you know I'ma bust my ass until my crew very humongous I said, T.I., hold your head, and Mack, hold your head Wish I could but I can't say some other names 'cause of the Feds And to my Bloods, code red, man, you know how we play it And if it costs to be the boss, oh well, I guess I gotta pay I—I'm a New Orleans nigga, I don't take no shit Take the brain off the whip; now, it don't make no sense Stunt hard on these bitches, I ain't promised tomorrow Now, women kicking it with me like Nomar Garciaparra Fuq' roll them killer plants, the Little Shop of Horror And we roll them bitches thick, make 'em look like Toccara Man, I'm too much for these niggas and three much for these hoes The world is in my hands, and I keep my hands closed I love my baby mamas, they get my highest honor Gotta take care of them kids, man, I know you heard Obama And I live on an island, Atlantic in my backyard I just tell my pilot to land it in my backyard Quarterback, shotgun, you don’t get any sack yards Bitch, I ball hard, breaking all the backboards Pretty Boy Floyd, step up, I will crack yours And even at the White House, we pull up at the back doors Walk around like I'm 30 feet tall Tiger Woods, all these hoes tryna birdie these balls In the Porsche 911, like emergency calls Man, I just be chilling, I'm cool like Lou Rawls Young Money in the building, I'm putting up new walls Nigga take your Mrs. Officer and set some new laws My flow is like rubbing two logs Young Mula, we the new shit, new drawers, ugh Now, get off my dick, I ain't fucking with you Watch me shoot to the bank, I'm a money pistol Weezy beat the beat up like Sonny Liston Redbone do me good, then her friend assist her I mean, a bitch she never met, her best friend, or sister I leave the pussy micro-soft like Windows Vista Young Tunechi, pop that coochie for a goon, ho Bullet in you boys' memory, now you act like you don't know Eastside who I do it for, Eagle Street, right by the store Katrina wiped the city out but couldn't fuck with Hollygrove Lost some real niggas I knew from a long time ago But Heaven or Hell, I'm hoping that they be where I'ma go Take a nigga gal and make her come give me a private show Still "long hair, don't care" like a Navajo I'm the hardest shit, go in your ass and search I smash this verse, and I swag and surf You might also like[Outro] No Ceilings! Hahahaha!38

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Watagatapitusberry (Remix)

Pitbull

[Letra de "Watagatapitusberry (Remix)" ft. Sensato, Black Jonas Point, El Cata & Lil Jon] [Intro: Pitbull, Lil Jon & El Cata] Black Point (Goddam!) El Cata Sensato del Patio (¡Ra-ta-tá!) Pitbull Lil Jon Let's go! Vamo' a enseñarle' al mundo what is watagatapitusberry (Hey!) [Pre-Coro: Sensato, Black Jonas Point & Lil Jon, Black Jonas Point & Lil Jon] Henny con cranberry (Oh) I'm feeling so dirty (Hey!; oh) Baby, you spaghetti? (Woh; jaja) Let's go, I'm ready (I'm ready!; oh) Tírame por el Blackberry (What?!; uh) Vámono' en el ferri (¿Qué?) Be happy, don't worry (Yes) [Coro: Lil Jon, Sensato & Pitbull, Black Jonas Point & Lil Jon] Watagatapitusberry (What?) Watagatapitusberry (What?) Watagatapitusberry (What?) Watagatapitusberry ¿Qué lo que significa watapitusberry? (What?) Watagatapitusberry (¿Qué?) Watagatapitusberry (¿El qué?) Watagatapitusberry Diablo, Black Point (¡Uh-wuh!) See Pitbull LiveGet tickets as low as $50You might also like[Verso 1: Pitbull & Lil Jon] You look like Halle Berry (Hey) I'm gon' call you "Strawberry" (Hey) Porque tus nalgas se mueven como (Hey!) Como el jelly (Yeh!) You're so very pretty (Huh!) A mí me encantan tus ojo', tus labio' (Oye, Tone!) Look at those tig ol' bitties (Qué rica; what?) Why you give me your celly? (Yeh!) Meet me at the 'tellie You, Jenny, Shelley, Kelly See it really (Come on!) Let's have a fivesome, Mary (Hey!) Cuando le' bajé to' los pantalones, 'taban hairy (What?) [Coro: Lil Jon & Sensato, Black Jonas Point & Lil Jon] Watagatapitusberry (What?) Watagatapitusberry (What?) Watagatapitusberry (What?) Watagatapitusberry ¿Qué lo que significa watapitusberry? (What?) Watagatapitusberry (¡¿Qué?!) Watagatapitusberry (¡¿El qué?!) Watagatapitusberry Diablo, Black Point [Verso 2: Black Jonas Point, Sensato & Lil Jon] 'Taba nevando y me puse mi coat (Hey) Bajé a pela'me pa' ponerme en flow (Hey) Atrá' del dough; suave, slow (Hey!) Te lo vo'a decir en Inglé', pa' que me entienda', you know? (Yeah!) Easy, what is this, Marilyn Monroe? (Huh) Y deci' el Tiffany out of the tro (What?!) Policía', lo' mono', which is right in tro (What?) Manejó on the tea on which is go (Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey) Wey, woah-woah-woah-woah, yo' ¿Qué lo que tú 'tá diciendo? (Damn!) No 'toy entendiendo, no 'toy comprendiendo (Ah) Y hágame el favor, y ha'me caso Dímelo má' alpaso, pedazo por pedazo (Come on!) Pa' yo ve' si yo puedo entende' (Hey) ¿Será Francé'? No, en Inglé' (No, e' Inglés) ¿Quién te dijo que tú sabe' habla' inglé'? Dilo otra ve' [Coro: Lil Jon & Sensato, Black Jonas Point & Lil Jon] Watagatapitusberry (What?) Watagatapitusberry (What?) Watagatapitusberry (What?) Watagatapitusberry ¿Qué lo que significa watapitusberry? (What?) Watagatapitusberry (¡¿Qué?!) Watagatapitusberry (¡¿El qué?!) Watagatapitusberry Diablo, Black Point [Verso 4: El Cata & Lil Jon] Ayo, excuse my accent, lo siento, o sea, I'm sorry El nueve se llama "Cherry" (Hey) El perry la pone crazy (Hey!) Se pone a lo Tom y Jerry cuando mata en hoja de blueberry (Yeah!) ¿Y qué diablo es blueberry? (What?) Me preguntan por el barrio (Huh): "What the hell is pituberry?" Me preguntan por el barrio (Hey!): "What the hell is pituberry?" (Yeah!) Y yo mismo no le llego (Ah) Y le digo rasonberry (Come on!) Y yo mismo no le llego (Hey!) Y le digo rasonberry (What?!) [Coro: Lil Jon & Sensato, Black Jonas Point & Lil Jon] Watagatapitusberry (What?) Watagatapitusberry (What?) Watagatapitusberry (What?) Watagatapitusberry ¿Qué lo que significa watapitusberry? (What?) Watagatapitusberry (¡¿Qué?!) Watagatapitusberry (¡¿El qué?!) Watagatapitusberry Diablo, Black Point [Outro: Black Jonas Point, Lil Jon, El Cata & Sensato] Oh-oh Watagatusberry Gatapitusberry Dedicado' para toda' las berries de Latinoamérica y el mundo entero Watagatusbao Watagatusberry De parte del Black Point, jaja Watagatusboh, ah (Oh-yeah, berry, ujú) Sensato del Patio (Ajá) KO (Jeje) Baddie, baddie, baddie, baddie Baddie, baddie, baddie, baddie Watagatusberry Watapitusberry Let's go, let's go, let's go, let's go Let's go, let's go, let's go, let's go Gatapatusboh, ah Gatapatusberry Gatapatusberry Amusuderry, cana, oh-ah-erry Oh, ah, ah, oh Gatapitusberry Gatapitusberry No se diga má', ¡ra-ta-tá!1

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The Heist

Big L

[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?" You might also like[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 completed5

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Beamer, Benz, or Bentley Remix

Lloyd Banks

[Chorus: Lloyd Banks] Beamer, Benz, or Bentley; Beamer, Benz, or Bentley Beamer, Benz, or Bentley - my jeans are never empty, bitch Beamer, Benz, or Bentley; Beamer, Benz, or Bentley Beamer, Benz, or Bentley - your scheming don't affect me [Verse 1: Lloyd Banks] I'm fresh, I'm fly, I'm so damn high More than 500 horses when I roll by I'm calm, I'm cool, everything brand new I don't handcuff, you can get the whole damn crew Get in my Beamer, Benz or Bentley; Beamer, Benz or Bentley Beat it -- I bet she let me; she been fiending since she met me I'm the coolest shit especially when I'm throwing on my Gretzky Got my S-S-Smith and Wessie to protect me so respect me This is heavy new Bentley, color vanilla and cherry Andretti or Pirelli, make a movie out the ghettie Wear my ring and my confetti, I'm Kobe Bryant ready Pink Rose and chronic smelly while I'm stumbling out the telly I'm so fly, I'm so ferry and the way I flow is very Ginsu or machete, when my pencil move it's deadly Platinum band, platinum bezzie, make a straight girl out a lezzie Magazine, Mac, Desi, keep my windows like the Prezzie Press a button and I'm stunting, my roof look like it's ducking Meter go 200-something and my trunk do wonders bumping I am not the one for chumping, I will ratchet out and slump him Dump him (dump him) he better off dead, your money red You might also like[Interlude: Juelz Santana, Lloyd Banks] [Juelz] I'm fresh, I'm fly, I'm always high (always high) Got your bitch waving at me when I roll by [Banks] I'm calm, I'm cool, everything brand new I don't handcuff, you can get the whole damn crew [Chorus: Lloyd Banks] Beamer, Benz, or Bentley; Beamer, Benz, or Bentley Beamer, Benz, or Bentley - my jeans are never empty, bitch Beamer, Benz, or Bentley; Beamer, Benz, or Bentley Beamer, Benz, or Bentley - your scheming don't affect me [Verse 2: Juelz Santana] Whether Beamer, Benz, or Bentley I be moving, I be moving Making movies, Tom Cruising, if it's action then I'm shooting Pockets fat, neck studded, boy my nickname should be Ruben My Colombian connect told me the Mexicans have moved in And he know just how I get it so we about to introduce him Got a girl named Cigar, I call her that because she Cuban Got a black chick that be boosting, got a white girl that be poofin' Gotta watch her cause she use it but she fuck me like she's stupid And she always ready to give me that Becky Last time it was so good I almost crashed my Bentley Hit the club, ordered bottles, see them sparks in the sky Will have this whole bitch looking like the 4th of July But if you pussies get to fronting and the pushing lead to shoving We just busting and we leaving like it's nothing If it ain't the Gucci or the Louis then it's Polo or it's Rugby And this bitch I brought with me, she be bagging bitches for me [Chorus: Lloyd Banks] Beamer, Benz, or Bentley; Beamer, Benz, or Bentley Beamer, Benz, or Bentley - my jeans are never empty, bitch Beamer, Benz, or Bentley; Beamer, Benz, or Bentley Beamer, Benz, or Bentley - your scheming don't affect me [Interlude: Fabolous] I'm fresh, I'm fly, I'm so damn high In that black-on-black thing whenever I ride by [Banks] I'm calm, I'm cool, everything brand-new I don't handcuff, you can bring the whole damn crew [Verse 3: Fabolous] Beamer, Benz, or Bentley; Kima's friends with Wendy And both of these bitches want my penis, evidently My jeans are never empty -- it seems, coincidentally They say that time is money, so my team be spending centuries Beamer, Benz, or Bentley -- life's full of decisions If hating was a crime, you would do life up in a prison The spiteful competition knows that they wouldn't have a shot at eating Even if they had a rifle in they kitchen Beamer, Benz, or Bentley -- Banks, 'elz, or Loso We be paper touching -- bank teller flows, ho Yeah, we smoke a lot of kush, drink hella rose Mo' Y'all got a disease called "Can't tell the ho's no" Beamer, Benz, or Bentley -- we black all of 'em And we hold heat like a motherfucking oven My homies, I love em: it's family over everything And fuck anything that ever try to get above em1

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Bingo

Gucci Mane

[Intro: Gucci Mane, Soulja Boy & Waka Flocka Flame] It's Gucci, burr (Soulja Boy Tell'Em) It's Gucci (Flocka) Scott Storch, Gucci Mane, we back at it Burr, So Icey (Yeah) [Chorus: Gucci Mane] We smoking that fire endo Wrist out the damn window Lambo, they scream "Bingo!" Enzo, they scream "Bingo!" Phantom, they scream "Bingo!" Concept, they scream "Bingo!" Pull up, kid scream "Bingo!" Your ma would scream: "Bingo!" [Post-Chorus: Gucci Mane] Bingo, Bingo, Bingo, Bingo! Bingo, Bingo, Bingo, Huh! It's Gucci, It's Gucci (It's Gucci!) Yoom, yoom, yoom It's Gucci, Scottie, catch up Burr! Burr! Bingo! [Verse 1: Gucci Mane] Hello, my watch yellow earrings on my bezel Can’t fit in my schedule 'less booty like Jello She know I slang kilos, shout out to my ‘migo I call, he says "10-4", tight like Lamont Rollo Murcielago for El Gato, my house like a brothel Fat hoes in Chicago, first class to Morocco Bingo called my motto, phantom with two models Pull up tonight, stunt, jump out the car, scream guapo See Gucci Mane LiveGet tickets as low as $90You might also like[Chorus: Gucci Mane] We smoking that fire endo Wrist out the damn window Lambo, they scream "Bingo!" Enzo, they scream "Bingo!" Phantom, they scream "Bingo!" Concept, they scream "Bingo!" Pull up, kid scream "Bingo!" Your ma would scream: "Bingo!" [Post-Chorus: Gucci Mane & Soulja Boy] Bingo, Bingo, Bingo, Bingo! Bingo, Bingo, Bingo, Huh! It's Gucci, It's Gucci (It's Gucci!) (Soulja) Yoom, yoom, yoom (Soulja Boy Tell'Em) It's Gucci, Scottie, catch up (And I hope I whi- And I hope I whip my pants out here) Burr! Burr! Bingo! [Verse 2: Soulja Boy] Ridin in my Lambo, kids screaming "Bingo" Haters wanna hate, they’ll get shot like a free throw Candy paint wet, dripping off my headlights Catch me in the trap like some motherfuckin' dead mice Every time I cut a corner kids screaming "Bingo! Tools on deck, I ain't talking Home Depot! Soulja Boy Tell Em: I’m icey as an icicle So much money, bitch, I valet park my bicycle [Chorus: Gucci Mane] We smoking that fire endo Wrist out the damn window Lambo, they scream "Bingo!" Enzo, they scream "Bingo!" Phantom, they scream "Bingo!" Concept, they scream "Bingo!" Pull up, kid scream "Bingo!" Your ma would scream: "Bingo!" [Post-Chorus: Gucci Mane & Waka Flocka Flame] Bingo, Bingo, Bingo, Bingo! Bingo, Bingo, Bingo, Huh! It's Gucci, It's Gucci (It's Gucci!) Yoom, yoom, yoom It's Gucci, Scottie, catch up Burr! Burr! Bingo! (Flocka! Flocka! Flocka! Waka!) [Verse 3: Waka Flocka Flame] All the hood hoes point like "Bingo" Waka Flocka; “Oh Let’s Do It” is the single Let’s mingle, got hoes like Wingo My bitch a dime, your bitch like a cinco Like a free throw, man I’m balling out Blew a kiss to the girls, now they falling out I pull up a T-top Cutlass like "Bingo" My girlfriend Regal, same color of a flamingo [Chorus: Gucci Mane] We smoking that fire endo Wrist out the damn window Lambo, they scream "Bingo!" Enzo, they scream "Bingo!" Phantom, they scream "Bingo!" Concept, they scream "Bingo!" Pull up, kid scream "Bingo!" Your ma would scream: "Bingo!" [Post-Chorus: Gucci Mane] Bingo, Bingo, Bingo, Bingo! Bingo, Bingo, Bingo, Huh! It's Gucci, It's Gucci (It's Gucci!) Yoom, yoom, yoom It's Gucci, Scottie, catch up Burr! Burr! Bingo!3

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Pachanga

Fabolous

[Hook - Fabolous] A thug changes and love changes And best friends become strangers, Pachanga P-P-P-P-P-P-P-Pachanga , P-P-P-P-P-P-Pachanga [Verse 1] Yo, everything ain't love love, cause if it is My definition of love must differ his I mean every friendship has its differences But these Young Bucks remind me of Fif' and his They hear the good life, wanna see what the difference is Some just wanna smoke, enjoy the piff-leges He unwrap a cigar like it's a gift of his He a funny little nigga like Eddie Griffin is Between smoking and joking then you got to live So I gave him a chance and that's a lot to give You 'posed to make the most of what you was paid to gross I gave you bread and butter you supposed to make the toast Fifteen years, fifteen years! And now when we say "what's up" the shit seem weird? But there's a question I prepared for you How could you fuck the only people who ever cared for you? A thug changes [Hook] See Fabolous LiveGet tickets as low as $109You might also like[Verse 2] There's a parallel path 'tween friends and enemies And whenever you cross it you make frenemies There's no remedies for these sick memories My doctor said there's no cure for the Emilys Had a crush on you, now we Kim and Cease We don't even talk no more, it's no biggie I was so Biggie, you was Faith I let you slide in my home, you was safe I thought my ability to provide you stability Was what was really G--okay, silly me I was Billy Dee, smooth cat but really street Really she attract niggas like the "A Milli" beat And I happen to rap but something about this beat strange Soon as I try to flow with it, the beat change Never thought she change But what you thinks a upgrade really just could be a seat change Love changes [Hook] [Verse 3] See when the love is gone then it's just B.S. left Just niggas with chains on trying to be S.F That's when your ace boom coom ya B.F.F Who Pachang ya like they was a P.F. chef D-D-D-Danger, it just feels Mystikal I miss the cool nights sittin' in the Carlo Now it's like "boooo"--we sitting in Apollo It used to be all good, then shit just went malo And that's bad--matter of fact, that's sad Cause when you lose a friend it's hard to handle the loss They do some bitch shit, gotta give your a man a divorce End up watching friends like Joey, Chandler and Ross Ya see, most of these niggas ain't never love 'em And these bitches just think whatever of 'em So maybe playing dumb was kinda clever of 'em Unless friends are your best friends become strangers4

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Bring the Noise

Public Enemy

[Intro: Malcolm X, Flavor Flav] Too black, too strong Too black, too strong Yo, Chuck, these honey drippers are still frontin' on us Show 'em that we can do this 'cause we always knew this Haha, yeah, boy! [Verse 1: Chuck D, Flavor Flav, Chuck D & Flavor Flav] Bass! How low can you go? Death row? What a brother know Once again, back is the incredible Rhyme animal, the uncannable D! Public Enemy Number One Five-O said, "Freeze!"—and I got numb Can I tell 'em that I really never had a gun? But it's the wax that the Terminator X spun Now they got me in a cell 'cause my records, they sell 'Cause a brother like me said, "Well Farrakhan's a prophet, and I think you oughta listen to What he can say to you, what you oughta do is Follow for now," power, the people say "Make a miracle, D, pump the lyrical" Black is back, all in, we're gonna win Check it out, yeah, yo, come on, here we go again You might also like[Chorus: DJ Grand Wizard Theodore, Chuck D, Flavor Flav] Turn it up! Bring the noise! Say, turn it up Ayo, Chuck They sayin' we too Black, man (Bring the noise!) Yo, I don't understand what they sayin', but little do they know They can get a smack for that, man [Verse 2: Chuck D, Chuck D & Flavor Flav] Never badder than bad 'cause the brother is madder than mad At the fact it's corrupt like a senator Soul on a roll, but you treat it like soap on a rope 'Cause the beats and the lines are so dope Listen for lessons I'm sayin' inside music that the critics are all blastin' me for They'll never care for the brothers and sisters, why? 'Cause the country has us up for the war We got to get 'em straight, come on now They're gonna have to wait 'til we get it right Radio stations, I question their Blackness They call themselves Black, but we'll see if they'll play this [Chorus: DJ Grand Wizard Theodore, Chuck D, Flavor Flav] Turn it up! Bring the noise! Say, turn it up Ayo, Chuck, they illin' We chillin' (Bring the noise!) Yo, P.E. in the house, top billin' But, yo, Chuck, show 'em what you can do, boy [Verse 3] Get from in front of me, the crowd runs to me My DJ is warm, he's X, I call him Norm, ya know He can cut a record from side to side So what, the ride, the glide should be much safer than a suicide Soul control, beat is the father of your rock'n'roll Music for whatcha, for whichin', you call a band, man Making a music, abuse it, but you can't do it, ya know You call 'em demos, (but we ride limos, too) Whatcha gonna do? Rap is not afraid of you Beat is for Sonny Bono, (Beat is for Yoko Ono) Run-DMC first said a DJ could be a band Stand on its own feet, get you out your seat Beat is for Eric B. and LL as well, hell Wax is for Anthrax, still it can rock bells Ever forever, universal, it will sell Time for me to exit, Terminator X-it [Hook] Turn it up! Bring the noise! [Bridge: Flavor Flav] Yo, they should know by now that they can't stop this bum rush Word up, better keep tellin' me to turn it down But yo, Flavor Flav ain't going out like that [Chuck D] Come on! Come on! Come on now! Come on! [Verse 4] From coast to coast, so you stop being like a comatose "Stand, my man? The beat's the same with a boast toast" Rock with some pizzazz, it will last. Why you ask? Roll with the rock stars, still never get accepted as We got to plead the Fifth, you can investigate Don't need to wait, get the record straight Hey, posse in effect, got Flavor, Terminator X to sign checks, play to get paid We got to check it out down on the avenue A magazine or two is dissing me and dissing you Yeah, I'm telling you [Outro: Flavor Flav] Hey yo, Griff, get thirty S1W, we got to handle this We ain't goin' out like that Yo, man, straight up on the Columbo tip We can do this, like Brutus 'Cause we always knew this You know what I'm sayin' There's just one thing that puzzles me, my brother What's wrong with all these people around here, man? Is they clocking? Is they rocking? Is they shocking?...5

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I’m Single

Lil Wayne

[Verse 1] Camo shorts and Bubba Kush We can talk she'd rather fuss This and that 'bout such and such Damn, where is the fucking trust I'm tired of the hoop and hollering I'm 'bout to take the coupe to Collins Then take a female to the Island Then take her clothes off and do the honors Yeah, now she hear I'm with them other bitches Yeah, I told her mind her fucking business Shit she probably out here fucking niggas I'm fucking her friends Now her friends ain't even fucking with her Damn, she text me all day and night So pissed off she ain't even spelling shit right I text her back, and tell her it's life Now somebody tell them hoes, I'm single for the night [Chorus] Yeah, I'm single Nigga had to cancel that bitch like Nino I ain't tripping on nothing, I'm sipping on something And my homeboy say he got a bad bitch for me And I'm single, yeah, I'm single And I'm single, tonight I'm single And I ain't tripping on nothing, I'm sipping on something And my homeboy say he got a bad bitch for me tonight You might also like[Verse 2] Dreads braided to the back I'm chilling but my swag on full attack And my girl acting like a brat So when she call, I don't answer, I just write her back She hate it when I do that shit And when I get home she go through my shit She call numbers back to see who that is Man I hate it when she do that shit Polo t-shirt, Polo drawers Now make me take this Polo off Girl you can get broken off Yeah, I fuck you for an hour then I smoke it off Swimming trunks and bathing suits Then go in the bedroom and tell the naked truth Don't wanna fuss, ain't tryna fight Man somebody tell them hoes I'm single for the night [Chorus] Yeah, I'm single Nigga had to cancel that bitch like Nino I ain't tripping on nothing, I'm sipping on something And my homeboy say he got a bad bitch for me And I'm single, yeah, I'm single And I'm single, tonight I'm single And I ain't tripping on nothing, I'm sipping on something And my homeboy say he got a bad bitch for me tonight [Verse 3] Now she got on her fuck 'em dress And I got on my double-breast And he been fussing all day with her And I make her feel special like a place kicker She wanna be Weezy F Baby-sitter Say she wish she could cut my dick off and take it with her I say hold up She say she just playing Then I falls in that pussy like quick sand Hot sex and cold wine She left that nigga hanging like a clothes line I cut my phones off, both lines It's about to get nasty, pork rinds She came hard, both times We both say we single, and we both lying We both wrong, but it feel right Put your hands up if you single for the night [Chorus] Yeah, I'm single Nigga had to cancel that bitch like Nino I ain't tripping on nothing, I'm sipping on something And my homeboy say he got a bad bitch for me And I'm single, yeah, I'm single And I'm single, tonight I'm single And I ain't tripping on nothing, I'm sipping on something And my homeboy say he got a bad bitch for me tonight [Outro] If you're single, put your hands up If you're single, put your hands up If you're single, put your- If you're single tonight If you're single, put your hands up If you're single, put your hands up If you're single If you're single tonight29

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It’s All About the Benjamins (Remix)

Diddy

[Produced by D-Dot (The Mad Rapper)] [Intro: Diddy & Missy Elliott] Uh, uh-huh, yeah Uh, uh-huh, yeah (It's all about the Benjamins, baby) Uh, uh-huh, yeah (It's all about the Benjamins, baby) Goodfellas (Uh) [Verse 1: Diddy] Now, what y'all wanna do? Wanna be ballers, shot callers, brawlers? Who be dippin' in the Benz with the spoilers? On the low from the jake in the Taurus Tryin' to get my hands on some Grants like Horace Yeah, livin' the raw deal Three course meals, spaghetti, fettuccine, and veal But still, everything's real in the field (Uh, yeah) And what you can't have now, leave in your will But don't knock me for tryin' to bury Seven zeros over in Rio de Janeiry Ain't nobody's hero, but I want to be heard On your HOT97 every day, that's my word Swimmin' in women with they own condominiums (Uh-huh, yeah) Five plus fives who drive Millenniums It's all about the Benjamins, what? I get a fifty pound bag of Euk for the mutts Five carats on my hands with the cuts In somethin' European chromed out with the clutch, what You might also like[Verse 2: Jadakiss & Diddy] I wanna hold figures, fuck bein' a broke nigga Drinkin' malt liquor, drivin' a broke Vigor I'm with Mo' sippers, watched by gold diggers (Uh) Rocking Girbaud denims with gold zippers (Come on) Lost your touch, we kept ours Poppin' Cristals, freakin' the three-quarter reptiles (Hahaha) Enormous cream, forest green Benz jeep For my team, so while you sleep, I'ma scheme (That's right) You see through, that's why nobody never gon' believe you You should do what we do, stack chips like Hebrews Don't let the melody intrigue you (Uh-uh), 'cause I leave you I'm only here for that green paper with the eagle [Verse 3: Sheek Louch & Diddy] I'm strictly trying to cop those colossal-sized Picassos And have papi flip coke outside Delgado's (Woo) Tienda, with cash flowing like Sosa And a Latin chick transporting in the chocha Stampeding over, pop Mos, never sober Flexin' Range Rovers, dealing weight by Minnesota (Uh) Avoiding NARCs with camcorders and Chevy Novas (Uh-huh) Stash in the building with this chick named Wilona (Uh-huh) From Daytona, when I was young I wanted to bone her (Uh-huh) But now I only hit chicks who win beauty pageants (Hahaha) Tricking and taking me skin at the Aspens, uh (Come on) Gangsta mental, stay poppin' Cristal Pack a black pistol in the Ac' coupe that's dark brown (Woo) Pinky-ringin', gondolas with the man singin' Italian music down the river with your chick clingin' To my bizzalls, player, you mad false Acting hard when you as pussy as RuPaul's [Chorus: Diddy & Missy Elliot] Come on, Come on, uh-huh (It's all about the Benjamins, baby) Uh-huh, yeah (It's all about the Benjamins, baby) Uh-huh, yeah (It's all about the Benjamins, baby) Uh-huh, yeah (It's all about the Benjamins, baby) Uh-huh, yeah (It's all about the Benjamins, baby) [Post-Chorus: Diddy, Lil' Kim & Missy Elliott] Now, what y'all wanna do? (It's all about the Benjamins, baby) Wanna be ballers, shot-callers, brawlers (It's all about the Benjamins, baby) Who be dippin' in the Benz with the spoilers (It's all about the Benjamins, baby) On the low from the jake in the Taurus (Uh, uh, what the bloodclaat?) [Verse 4: Lil' Kim, Diddy & The Notorious B.I.G.] Wanna bumble with the bee, huh? Bzz, throw a hex on the whole family (Yeah, yeah, yeah) Dressed in all black like The Omen (Say what?) Have your friends singin', "This is for my homie" (That's right) And you know me from making niggas so sick Floss in my six with the Lex' on the wrist If it's murder, you know she wrote it (Uh-huh) German Ruger for yo' ass, bitch, deep throat it (Come on) Know you wanna feel the womb 'cause it's platinum-coated Take your pick, got a firearm you should have toted, suck a dick All that bullshit you kick, player hatin' from the sidelines Get your own shit, why you ridin' mine? (Uh-huh) I'm a Goodfella kinda lady Stash .380s in Mercedes, Puffy, hold me down, baby Only female in my crew and I kick shit like a nigga do Pull the trigger too, fuck you (Uh, uh, uh) [Verse 5: The Notorious B.I.G. & Diddy] I been had skills, Cristal spills Hide bills in Brazil, about a mill', the ice grill (That's right) Make it hard to figure me, liquor be kickin' me In my asshole (Uh), undercover, Donnie Brasco Left my east coast girl the Bentley to twirl (Uh-huh) My west coast shorty push the chrome 740 Rockin' Redman and Naughty, oh, where my kitty cat? Half a brick of yay in the bra where her titties at And I'm livin' that, whole life we push weight (Uh-huh) Fuck the state pen, fuck hoes in Penn State (C'mon) Listen close, it's Francis, the praying mantis Attack with the MAC my left hand spit Right hand grip on the whip for the smooth getaway Playa haters, get away or my lead will spray (Get away) Squeeze off 'til I'm empty, don't tempt me Only to hell I send thee, all about the Benjis, what? [Outro: Diddy & Missy Elliott] It's all about the Benjamins, baby Uh-huh, yeah (It's all about the Benjamins, baby) Uh-huh, yeah (It's all about the Benjamins, baby) Uh-huh, yeah (It's all about the Benjamins, baby) Uh-huh, yeah (It's all about the Benjamins, baby) Uh-huh, yeah (It's all about the Benjamins, baby) Uh-huh, yeah (It's all about the Benjamins, baby) Yeah (It's all about the Benjamins, baby) Yeah, yeah, yeah26

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Runnin’ (Dying to Live)

2Pac

[Intro: Rob Marriott & 2Pac] Between you and Biggie it was like, who's gon’—who’s gon’— who rules the nigga kingdom and shit, basically, you know what I'm saying? I was like, this is like a fucking It is that Election. It’s an election and shit It is that You know what I am saying? Me and Biggie's situation is smaller than that. Me and Biggie’s situation is like... [Chorus] You know, I wonder if they'll laugh when I'm dead Why am I fighting to live if I'm just living to fight? (You don't know?) Why am I trying to see when there ain't nothing in sight? Why am I trying to give when no one gives me a try? Why am I dying to live if I'm just living to die? [Verse 1: The Notorious B.I.G.] Check it, I grew up a fuckin' screw-up Got introduced to the game, got a ounce and fuckin' blew up Choppin' rocks overnight The nigga Biggie Smalls tryna turn into the black Frank White We had to grow dreads to change our description Two cops is on the milk box missin' Show they toes, you know they got stepped on A fistful of bullets, a chest full of Teflon Run from the police, picture that Nigga, I'm too fat, I fuck around and catch a asthma attack That's why I bust back, it don't faze me When he drop, take his Glock and I'm Swayze Celebrate my escape, sold the Glock, bought some weight Lay back, I got some money to make, motherfucker You might also like[Chorus] You know, I wonder if they'll laugh when I'm dead Why am I fighting to live if I'm just living to fight? Why am I trying to see when there ain't nothing in sight? Why am I trying to give when no one gives me a try? Why am I dying to live if I'm just living to die? (It's on me) [Verse 2: 2Pac] But still I'm havin' memories of high speed when the cops crashed As I laugh, pushin' the gas while my Glocks blast We was young and we was dumb, but we had heart In the dark, will we survive through the bad parts? Many dreams is what I had, and plenty wishes No hesitation in extermination of these snitches Envious bitches, they still continue to pursue me A couple of movies, now the whole world's tryna screw me Even the cops tried to sue me, so what can I do? But stay true, sippin' 22's of brew And now media is tryna test me Got the press askin' questions, tryna stress me Misery is all I see, that's my mind state My history with the police will shake the crime rate My main man had two strikes, slipped, got arrested, and flipped He screamed "Thug Life!" and emptied the clip Got tired of runnin' from the police [Chorus] You know, I wonder if they'll laugh when I'm dead Why am I fighting to live if I'm just living to fight? Why am I trying to see when there ain't nothing in sight? Why am I trying to give when no one gives me a try? Why am I dying to live if I'm just living to die? [Outro: 2Pac] They wanted a new regime. And my regime includes East coast, includes West coast [The Notorious B.I.G.] I was more shocked than anything You know what I'm sayin'? But I wasn't more shocked of him dying I was more shocked of him... Pac is a strong dude, yo I know dude, you know what I'm sayin'? Real strong So when they was like he got shot, I was just more like, "Again?" you know what I'm sayin'? He always getting shot, or shot at He going to pull through this one again Make a few records about it, and it's going to be over You know what I'm sayin'? But when he, when he died, I was just like, "whoa", you know what I'm saying? Kinda took me by I mean, even though we was going through our drama I would never wish death on nobody You know what I'm sayin'? Because there ain't no coming back from that91

Gangsta Rap

Long Kiss Goodnight

The Notorious B.I.G.

[Intro: Puff Daddy & The Notorious B.I.G] Mmmmmmmmm-HMM See.. [echoes] I told you.. [echoes] See, I told y'all muh'fuckers Yo yo.. that stupid nigga man I told y'all to stop! He fucked up, yo.. I pray for you to stop Yo, yo yo yo, yo.. yo.. yo.. Yo, yo yo yo, yo.. But no, you didn't stop Yo.. yo.. And now, we won't stop [Chorus: The Notorious B.I.G.] Time, time for you to die As I kiss.. yo'.. ass.. goodnight [Verse 1: The Notorious B.I.G.] I make 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 try to play me at my show I pull out .44'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 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 frontin', smokin' somethin' Sippin' White Russians, bitch in the Benz bumpin' I laced her with the basic Six TV's, the 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 You might also like[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 stompin' your motherfuckin' 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.] Uh! 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 9 flies, baptize rap guys With the Holy Ghost, I put holes in most You hold your toast shaky, slippin', tryna break me Look what you made me do, brains blew My team in the marine-blue Six Coupé Skied it out, weeded out, cleanin' out The block for distances, givin' long kisses, bitch! [Interlude: Puff Daddy] Only I can do now, I say a prayer for you You know, that’s the only thing I can do, just pray for your mind Because, see your mind is in control of your heart Where it's supposed to be the other way around Your heart has got to control your mind So now, I have no feelings for you You have made me cruel, you have made me cold [Chorus: The Notorious B.I.G.] Time, time for you to die As I kiss.. yo'.. ass.. goodnight Time, time for you to die As I kiss.. yo'.. ass.. goodnight [Verse 3: The Notorious B.I.G.] Frank White the menacin', Chron-Chron's the medicine I got the lettuce and you turn green like cucumber skin Got the new Hummer in the summer when I was a newcomer then, drugs and MAC-10's Hugs from fake friends Make ends, they hate you Be broke, girls won't date you That's why I relate too 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 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 fo' 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, baby34

Hip-Hop

Making a Name for Ourselves

Common

[Intro: Canibus] Yeah, yeah, me and my man Com' Sense Rallyin' troops like Joseph Stalin Where you at, yo? [Hook: Common & Canibus] I'm 'bout to make the name Common Sense a name you fear Y'all niggas is scared, I'm your worst nightmare squared And I'ma make the name Canibus a name you fear Y'all niggas is scared, I'm your worst nightmare squared That's double for niggas who ain't mathematically aware "Catch another sucker duck MC out there" [Verse 1: Common] Yo, yo I can tell by how you write, you the type to run in a fight I hold mics while you hold spite Like a broken-hearted bitch Don't give no fuck who your team or who you started with Cameoed or charted with, I house niggas like apartments with Mic mechanisms, I dissect the rhythm Move crowds with kinetic wisdom It's like a Malcolm X-orcism, fuck the rhythm, I hit him I want him got and I get him, auction his wack ass off, then bid him [Verse 2: Canibus] I'm creatin' the ultimate verses with perfect lines Puttin' together the web of my rhyme one thread at a time So you niggas need to stop testin' me Because you know you can't "F" with me Steppin' to me with insuperior weaponry Exposin' yourself to the verbal radiations Sayin' you can defeat me is nothin' but speculation unravel, faster than bullets travel through barrels Niggas be diggin' my styles like fossils of pterodactyls Who wanna battle?! I'm bad to the bone marrow The earth got one sun, but I walk with three shadows With Allah, my supernatural bodyguard Niggas couldn't touch me if they gave me a massage and beats get crushed I'll hit you in your chest so hard, your shoulders will touch! What?! See Common LiveGet tickets as low as $143You might also like[Scratching] "Steppin' to me is like goin' to the county bein' a neutron" "I ain't scared of no nigga" [Verse 3: Common] I pursue sound fairs, relaxed like Dru Down's hair Other nigga's rhymes are like gang signs, I throw down theirs On knots I landed, players get played like Hamlet Supposedly nice, taken for granted like life I write twice and drop singles in record pools Niggas I'm dunkin' like when cops mingle Fuck hip-hop jingles! Rhymin' big words and not sayin' shit The clique that you came in with, accents you flavor with Like moose, I go to the caves and get niggas off all fours I'm the shit that's uncalled for, the shit that you fall for Far more advanced Than a rapper whose career you could only take a glance Couldn't make the transition from B-boy to C-note stance I stand in a circumference of humbleness But in the Chi rumble, it's mistaken as a weakness When poetry's in motion, like a picture, I'm the main feature Amongst hard-workin' teachers and corrupt preachers I make my livin' off of singles like Latifah In between sheets like reefer with blunted senses You couldn't make a statement if you was from a sentence I'm cold with numb intentions [Scratching] "Fuckin' with Canibus" "Fuckin' with Canibus" "Fuckin' with Canibus" "Fuckin' with Canibus" "Yo, sick with it" [Verse 4: Canibus] Yo, the Canibus is a animal with a mechanical mandible Comin' to damage you, spittin' understandable slang at you I be the all-seein' lyrical, hammerhead shark peripheral With three-hundred-sixty degree visual When the signal is given, MC's get bitten With venom from a poisonous algorithm liable to kill 'em My style will get in 'em, way up in 'em My face don't belong in The Source It belongs on the Shroud of Turin for certain I grab mics and murder shit It's wicked as Satan worshipers goin' to Catholic church services You heard of this new lyrical verbalist slash herbalist The wrath of my cold-blooded verses is merciless Rap snaps, get your ass cracked like bear traps Contaminate your air sacs like tear gas And I swear, black, try to battle me, you won't last I'll turn your ass into 'The Artist Formerly Known As' You gay-ass fag, I'll blow you to ashes with tactics Strip you naked, then make you hug a cactus, you bastard So phat to be a rap star, takin' pictures at music seminars People know who you are Now, I got mad shorties that wanna call me because they saw me Up in The Source, chillin' on page forty Put this in your CD-ROM: www-dot-Canibus-dot-com You can find me on the internet talkin' to chicks That was sweatin' me off the Music Makes Me High remix I be talkin' mad trash, tryin' to get 'em to laugh See, if I click and drag long enough, I'll get the ass Bring it back to the lab on Mount Prospect Ave Let your chicken suck me off and send her home in a cab You know how we do, liquid aluminum like the T2 A Beast from the East Pt. II comin' to see you! [Hook: Common & Canibus] It's time I made the name Common Sense a name y'all fear Y'all niggas is scared, I'm your worst nightmare squared Now, that I made the name Canibus a name you fear You still scared, I'm your worst nightmare squared That's double for niggas who ain't mathematically aware "Catch another sucker duck MC out there" Since I made the name Common Sense a name y'all fear Y'all niggas is scared, I'm your worst nightmare squared And since I made the name Canibus a name you fear Stay scared, I'm still your worst nightmare squared That's double for niggas who ain't mathematically aware "Catch another sucker duck MC out there" "Catch another sucker duck MC out there" "Catch another sucker duck MC out there"2

Hip-HopRap

We Don’t Care

Kanye West

[Intro: Kanye West] Oh, yeah I got the perfect song for the kids to sing And all my people that's— [Chorus: Kanye West] Drug dealin' just to get by Stack your money 'til it get sky high We wasn't s'posed to make it past twenty-five Joke's on you, we still alive Throw your hands up in the sky and say "We don't care what people say" (Yeah, yeah, yeah, uh) [Verse 1: Kanye West] If this is your first time hearin' this You are about to experience somethin' so cold, man We never had nothin' handed, took nothin' for granted Took nothin' from no man, man, I'm my own man But as a shorty, I looked up to the dope man Only adult man I knew that wasn't broke, man Flicking Starter coats, man—man, you don't know, man We don't care what people say This is for my niggas outside all winter 'Cause this summer, they ain't finna say, "Next summer, I'm finna..." Sittin' in the hood like community colleges This dope money here is Lil' Trey's scholarship 'Cause ain't no tuition for having no ambition And ain't no loans for sittin' your ass at home So we forced to sell crack, rap, and get a job You gotta do somethin', man, your ass is grown You might also like[Chorus: Kanye West with Choir] Drug dealin' just to get by Stack your money 'til it get sky high Kids, sing! Kids, sing! We wasn't s'posed to make it past twenty-five Joke's on you, we still alive Throw your hands up in the sky and say "We don't care what people say" [Verse 2: Kanye West] This second verse is for my dogs working nine to five that still hustle 'Cause a nigga can't shine off $6.55 And everybody sellin' makeup, Jacob's And bootlegged tapes just to get they cake up We put shit on layaway, then come back We claim other people kids on our income tax We take that money, cop work, then push packs to get paid And we don't care what people say Mama say she wanna move South Scratching lottery tickets, eyes on a new house 'Round the same time, Doe ran up in dude house Couldn't get a job So since he couldn't get work, he figured he'd take work The drug game bulimic, it's hard to get weight So niggas' money is homo, it's hard to get straight But we gon' keep bakin' 'til the day we get cake And we don't care what people say, my niggas— [Chorus: Kanye West & Choir, Kanye West] Drug dealin' just to get by (Yeah) Stack your money 'til it get sky high Kids, sing! Kids, sing! We wasn't s'posed to make it past twenty-five Joke's on you, we still alive (Alive) Throw your hands up in the sky and say (Uh-huh, yeah) "We don't care what people say" (Yeah, yeah, ugh) [Verse 3: Kanye West] You know the kids gon' act a fool When you stop the programs for after school And they DCFS, some of 'em dyslexic They favorite 50 Cent song "12 Questions" We scream: "Rocks, blow, weed, park," see, now we smart We ain't retards the way teachers thought Hold up, hold fast, we make more cash Now, tell my mama I belong in that slow class It's bad enough we on welfare You tryna put me on the school bus with the space for the wheelchair I'm tryna get the car with the chromey wheels here You tryna cut our lights out like we don't live here Look what was handed us, fathers abandoned us When we get them hammers, go on, call the ambulance Sometimes, I feel no one in this world understands us But we don't care what people say, my niggas— [Chorus: Kanye West & Choir, Kanye West] Drug dealin' just to get by Stack your money 'til it get sky high Kids, sing! Kids, sing! We wasn't s'posed to make it past twenty-five Joke's on you, we still alive Throw your hands up in the sky and say "We don't care what people say" [Produced by Kanye West]72

Hip-HopRap

Who Shot Ya?

The Notorious B.I.G.

[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) You might also like[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 ya? [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 9-5119

Hip-Hop

Girls, Girls, Girls

JAY-Z

[Intro: JAY-Z] Je t'adore, JAY-Z Course I love you I love all y'all For real [Chorus: Biz Markie & JAY-Z] I love girls, girls, girls, girls Girls, I do adore Yo, put your number on this paper, 'cause I would love to date ya Holla at you when I come off tour, yeah [Verse 1: JAY-Z] I got this Spanish chica, she don't like me to roam So she call me cabron, plus maricon Said she likes to cook rice, so she likes me home I'm like, "Un momento, mami, slow up your tempo" I got this Black chick, she don't know how to act Always talkin' out her neck, makin' her fingers snap She like, "Listen, Jigga Man, I don't care if you rap You better R-E-S-P-E-C-T me" I got this French chick that love to French kiss She thinks she's Bo Derek, wear her hair in a twist Ma cherie amour, tu es belle Merci, you're fine as fuck, but you giving me hell I got this Indian squaw, the day that I met her Asked her what tribe she with, red dot or feather? She said, "All you need to know is I'm not a ho And to get with me, you better be Chief Lots-a-Dough" Now that's Spanish chick, French chick, Indian, and Black That's fried chicken, curry chicken, damn, I'm getting fat Arroz con pollo, French fries and crêpes An appetite for destruction, but I scrape the plate, I love You might also like[Chorus: Q-Tip & JAY-Z] Girls, girls, girls, girls (Uh-huh) Girls, I do adore Yo, put your number on this paper, 'cause I would love to date ya Holla at you when I come off tour I love girls, girls, girls, girls Girls all over the globe I come scoop you in that coupe, sitting on deuce-zeros Fix your hair in the mirror, let's roll, come on [Verse 2: JAY-Z] I got this young chick, she so immature She like, "Why you don't buy me Reeboks no more?" Like to show out in public, throw tantrums on the floor Got to toss a couple dollars just to shut up her holla Got a project chick that plays her part And if it goes down, y'all, that's my heart Baby girl so thorough, she been with me from the start Hid my drugs from the narcs, hid my guns by the parts I got this model chick that don't cook or clean But she dress her ass off and her walk is mean Only thing wrong with ma, she's always on the scene Goddamn, she's fine, but she parties all the time I get frequent flier mileage from my stewardess chick She look right in that tight blue dress, she's thick She gives me extra pillows and seat-back love So I had to introduce her to the mile high club Now that's young chick, stewardess, project, and model That means I fly rough early, plus I know Tae Bo That means I'm new-school, pop pills, and stay in beef But I never have a problem with my first-class seat, I love [Chorus: Slick Rick & JAY-Z] Girls, girls, girls, girls Girls, I do adore Yo, put your number on this paper, 'cause I would love to date ya Holla at you when I come off tour I love girls, girls, girls, girls Girls all over the globe I come scoop you in that coupe, sitting on deuce-zeros Fix your hair in the mirror, let's roll [Verse 3: JAY-Z] I got this paranoid chick, she's scared to come to the house A hypochondriac who says ouch before I whip it out (What you doin', daddy?) Got a chick from Peru that sniff Peru She got a cousin at customs that gets shit through Got this weed-head chick, she always catch me doing shit Crazy girl, wanna leave me, but she always forgets Got this Chinese chick, had to leave her quick 'Cause she kept bootlegging my shit, man I got this African chick with Eddie Murphy on her skull She like, "Jigga Man, why you treat me like animal?" I'm like, "Excuse me, Ms. Fufu, but when I met your ass You was dead broke and naked, and now you want half" I got this ho that after twelve million sold Mami's a narcoleptic, always sleeping on Hov Got to tie the back of her head like Deuce Bigalow I've got so many girls across the globe, I love [Outro: JAY-Z, Biz Markie, Q-Tip & Slick Rick] Girls, girls, girls, girls Girls, I do adore Yo, put your number on this paper, 'cause I would love to date ya Holla at you when I come off tour I love girls, girls, girls, girls Girls all over the globe I come scoop you in that coupe, sitting on deuce-zeroes Fix your hair in the mirror, let's roll I love girls, girls, girls, girls Girls, I do adore Yo, put your number on this paper, 'cause I would love to date ya Holla at you when I come off tour [Outro: JAY-Z] I love girls, girls, girls, girls Girls, girls36

Hip-HopRap

Me and My Girlfriend

2Pac

[Intro: Virginya Slim] Shit, you mothafuckin' right! I'm the bitch that's keepin' it live and keepin' it hot When you punk-ass niggas don't Nigga, west side! What?! Bring it on! [Refrain: 2Pac] Look for me, lost in the whirlwind '96 Bonnie and Clyde, me and my girlfriend Doin' 85 when we ride Trapped in this world of sin Born as a ghetto child, raised in this whirlwind (c'mon) [Verse 1: 2Pac] Our childhood years recall the tears, heart laced with venom Smokin' sherm, drinkin' malt liquor — father, forgive 'em Me and my girlfriend, hustlin' Fell in love with the struggle Hands on the steering wheel, blush while she bail out bustin' Fuck 'em all, watch 'em fall screamin' Automatic gunfire exorcisin' all demons My mafioso messiah, my congregation high, ready to die We bail out to take the jail back, niggas unite Our first date, couldn't wait to see you naked Touch you in every secret place I could hardly wait to bust freely Got you red-hot, you so happy to see me Make the front page, prime time, live on TV Nigga, my girlfriend, baby 45 but she still live One shot make a nigga's heartbeat stop You might also like[Interlude: Virginya Slim] What?! I'm bustin' on you punk-ass niggas Run, nigga, run! I'm on yo' ass, nigga Run, nigga! Duck and hide When I'm bustin' on all you bitches! Run, nigga! Yeah, Westside! Uh! Uh! Uh! Die, nigga, die! [Verse 2: 2Pac] My girlfriend blacker than the darkest night When niggas act bitch-made she got the heart to fight Nigga, my girlfriend, though we separated at times I knew deep inside, baby girl would always be mine Picked you up when you was 9 Started out my life of crime with you Bought you some shells when you turned 22 It's true, nothin' compares to the satisfaction That I feel when we out mashin'; me and my girlfriend [Chorus: 2Pac] All I need in this life of sin Is me and my girlfriend Down to ride to the bloody end Just me and my girlfriend All I need in this life of sin Is me and my girlfriend Down to ride to the bloody end Just me and my girlfriend [Verse 3: 2Pac] I was too immature to understand your ways Inexperienced back in the days Caused so many arguments and strays Now I realize how to treat you, the secret to keep you Being faithful, ‘cause now cheating's lethal We're closer than the hands of time Deeper than the drive of mankind I trust you dearly, I shoot blind In time I clock figures, droppin' niggas as we rise We all soldiers in God's eyes Now it's time for war, never leave me, baby I'm paranoid, sleepin' with you loaded by my bedside, crazy Jealous when you hang with the fellas, I wait patiently alone Anticipated for the moment you come home I'm waitin' by the phone, this is true love, I can feel it I've had a lot of women in my bed, but you the realest So if you ever need me, call, I'll be there through it all You're the reason I can stand tall: me and my girlfriend [Chorus: 2Pac] All I need in this life of sin Is me and my girlfriend Down to ride to the bloody end Just me and my girlfriend All I need in this life of sin Is me and my girlfriend Down to ride to the bloody end Just me and my girlfriend [Verse 4: 2Pac] I love finger-fuckin' you, all of a sudden I'm hearin' thunder When you bust a nut, niggas be duckin' or takin' numbers Love to watch you at a block party, beggin' for drama While unleashin' on the old-timers, that's on my mama I would trade my life for yours, behind closed doors The only girl that I adore, everything I'm askin' for Talkin' to me, beggin' me to just take you around Seventeen, like Brandy you just wanna be down Talkin' loud when I tell you be quiet You move the crowd, bustin' rounds, activatin' a riot That's why I love you so, no control, down to roll, unleash After a hit, you break apart, then back to one piece Much love to my one and only girlfriend, the world is ours Just hold me down, baby, witness the power Never leave a nigga alone, I love you black or chrome Turn this house into a happy home: me and my girlfriend [Chorus: 2Pac] All I need in this life of sin Is me and my girlfriend Down to ride to the bloody end Just me and my girlfriend All I need in this life of sin Is me and my girlfriend Down to ride to the bloody end Just me and my girlfriend All I need in this life of sin Me and my girlfriend Down to ride to the bloody end Me and my girlfriend [Outro: 2Pac] Lost in the whirlwind '96 Bonnie and Clyde, me and my girlfriend Doin' 85 when we ride Trapped in this world of sin Born as a ghetto child, raised in this whirlwind Look for me, lost in the whirlwind '96 Bonnie and Clyde, me and my girlfriend Doin' 85 when we ride Trapped in this world of sin Born as a ghetto child, raised in this whirlwind Look for me, lost in the whirlwind '96 Bonnie and Clyde, me and my girlfriend Doin' 85 when we ride Trapped in this world of sin Born as a ghetto child, raised in this whirlwind Look for me, lost in the whirlwind '96 Bonnie and Clyde, me and my girlfriend Lost in the whirlwind '96 Bonnie and Clyde, me and my girlfriend Me and my girlfriend50

Gangsta Rap

Deep Cover

Dr. Dre

[Spoken Intro: Snoop Dogg & Cop] Hit this motherfucker, G No, naw, man, I can't fuck with that Aw, man, I been dealin' with you for three motherfuckin' months, you ain't hit the pipe in front of me yet! So, what you sayin'? I think you 5-0! 5-0? Man, I ain't no motherfuckin' cop! Well, hit this motherfucker then (Lights pipe) [Sample] ("I can feel it!") [Verse 1: Dr. Dre & Snoop Dogg] Tonight's the night I get in some shit (Yeah) Deep cover, on the incognito tip Killin' motherfuckers if I have to, peelin' caps, too Let your niggas know I'm comin' at you I guess that's part of the game But I feel for the nigga who think he just gonna come and change things with the swiftness So get it right with the quickness And let me handle my business, yo I'm on a mission, and my mission won't stop Until I get the nigga maxin' at the top I hope you get his ass 'fore he drop Kingpin, kickin' back while his workers slang his rocks Comin' up like a fat rat Big money, big cars, big bodyguards on his back So it's difficult to get him But I got the hook up with somebody who knows how to get in contact with him Hit him like this and like that Let him know that I'm lookin' for a big, fat dope sack With ends to spend, so let's rush it If you want to handle it tonight, we'll discuss it On a nigga's time, and a nigga's place Take my strap just in case one of his boys recognize my face 'Cause he's a sheisty motherfucker But I gives a fuck, 'cause I'm goin' deep cover You might also like[Chorus: Dr. Dre & Snoop Dogg] Yeah, and you don't stop 'Cause it's 1-8-7 on a undercover cop Yeah, and you don't stop 'Cause it's 1-8-7 on a undercover cop [Verse 2: Snoop Dogg & Dr. Dre] Creep with me as I crawl through the hood Maniac, lunatic, call him "Snoop Eastwood" Kickin' dust as I bust, fuck peace, and The motherfuckin' punk police You already know I gives a fuck about a cop So why in the fuck would you think that it would stop? Plot, yeah, that's what we's about to do Take your ass on a mission with the boys in blue Dre! (What up, Snoop?) Yo, I got the feelin' Tonight's the night, like Betty Wright, man, I'm chillin' Killin', feelin' no remorse, yeah So let's go straight to the motherfuckin' source And see what we can find Crooked-ass cops that be gettin' niggas a gang of time And now, they wanna make a deal with me Scoop me up and put me on they team and chill with me And make my pockets bigger They want to meet with me tonight at seven o'clock (So, what's up, nigga?) What you wanna do? (What you wanna do?) I got the gauge, a Uzi, and my motherfuckin' twenty-two So, if you wanna blast, nigga, we can buck 'em If we stick 'em, then we stuck 'em, so fuck 'em! ("I can feel it!") [Chorus: Dr. Dre & Snoop Dogg] Yeah, and you don't stop 'Cause it's 1-8-7 on a undercover cop Yeah, and you don't stop 'Cause it's 1-8-7 on a undercover cop [Verse 3: Snoop Dogg & Dr. Dre] Six-four-five was the time on the clock When me and my homie bailed in the parking lot The scene looked strange, and it felt like a setup Bet' not be, 'cause if it is, they gettin' lit up! Oh, here they come from the back in they 'Lacs I'm checkin' for they gats, they strapped; so what's up, black? Chill, let's hear the deal If it ain't up to what you feel, then grab your steel Right, so, what you motherfuckers gon' come at me with? Hope you ain't wantin' none of my grip 'Cause you can save that shit (Guess what they told me?) "We'll give you 20 G's if you snitch on your homie We'll put you in a home, and make your life plush Oh, yeah, but you got to sell dope for us" "Hmmm, let me think about it" Turned my back and grabbed my gat And guess what I told him 'fore I shot him? If you don't quit, yeah If you don't stop, yeah I'm lettin' my gat pop 'Cause it's 1-8-7 on a undercover cop! [Chorus: Dr. Dre & Snoop Dogg] Yeah, and you don't stop 'Cause it's 1-8-7 on a undercover cop Yeah, and you don't stop 'Cause it's 1-8-7 on a undercover cop Yeah, and you don't stop 'Cause it's 1-8-7 on a undercover cop Yeah, and you don't stop 'Cause it's 1-8-7 on a undercover cop Yeah, and you don't stop 'Cause it's 1-8-7 on a undercover cop33

Hip-HopRap

I Wanna Rock (The Kings G-Mix)

Snoop Dogg

[Intro: Snoop Dogg] G MIX! For kings only Biatch! [Verse 1 - Jay-Z] Hold up, I wanna rock right now My name is Hov and I came to shake the town Yeah, your boy's internationally known But I'm from the hood, got a pocket full of stones I used to cop "Rob Base", turn it into "EZ Rock" Just to stay "Doug E. Fresh", all that shit to easy rock Used to "Chef" Raekwon, give fiends a "Ghostface" Y'all know my "Forte", I just might catch a dope case I "Mastered" the "P" With connects in the Midwest, so I'm "Heavy" in the "D" Your boy still "Snoop" around Since a pup, I been "Kurupt" and I fuck with Tha Dogg Pound Ugh! Roc Nation is the gang now is the only thing I slang now I "Get the Job Done", I put the "Kane" down It's no "Biggie" - heh, I'm just a king now [Hook] (*Malice N Wonderland!) See Snoop Dogg LiveGet tickets as low as $15You might also like[Verse 2 - Snoop Dogg] G Mix!!!! I was a fiend, before I became a teen I melted cabbage sacks instead of cones of ice cream Crime orientated that's how the west was originated Fitted like pieces of puzzle, complicated I dropped the sack and tried to rap hits y'all They tried to bang on me, and say that I'm too small Cool!!! Cause I don't get upset I call the king of the east catch a flight then I jet Right back to the west, where my niggas is at Scoop the gilly put it back on the map Like this like that while you rollin a bag Loadin ya gat, pop pop, I'm holdin ya back I'm like the Whopper FUCK THE BIG MAC!!! Run up on the dog my gat go click clack And that's fo' sho!!! The reason why, man I don't know so let's go cuz [Hook] [Verse 3 - Snoop Dogg] Boss Dogg chillin', looking like a million Yeah, nigga got it, I'mma leave it to my children Tonight I'm on some other shit, and baby loving it Hella fast, grip they ass like the oven mitt I'm gooned up, boy! Rich as fuck, boy! Black and gold brakes, that's my truck, boy I'm on my Eastside, shit I'm working I got the party going, and it's jerking My niggas all long, we rolling out deck Hoes getting in, you better pick a bitch Cause when I shut it down, the party's over with She call me "Superman", I'm on my "Soulja" shit Boss Dogg get em, I sick em and take em home West Coast bitch, I'm on my fucking throne I'm gigging on these hoes, do em like dominoes And slam em on they back and tell em "vamanos"4

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Ghetto Qu’ran (Forgive Me)

50 Cent

[Intro] Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh, Southside Now 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] Yo, 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 They rolled with E-Z Wider then, they ain't get blunted Had the whole projects working for 50 on 500 As a youth, all I ever did was sell crack, I used to idolize Cat Hurt me to my heart to hear that nigga snitched on Pap How he go out like that? Rumors in the hood was Gus was snitching I ain't believe that, pa, he helped me cop my first GSXR Had the 4-runner, the Z, the 5 and the 3 Used to drive his truck through the hood dragging jet skis From Gerald Wallace to Baby Wise, don't be surprised Of how freely I throw out names of guys who dealt with pies Like L.A. 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 See 50 Cent LiveGet tickets as low as $15You might also like[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 Types 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 Asians Feds couldn't catch him dirty so settled for tax evasion [Chorus] Lord forgive me, for I've sinned Over and over again just to stay on top I recall memories, filled with sin Over and over again, and again (And again and again) [Verse 3] Yo, rest in peace to Rich and Ron, money what they was about, yo The twins was from Queens but got crazy cream with Alpo Throughout my time, I heard tales of Himey, Frenchy Jamaican Pauly, Duckie Corley, Ronnie Bumps and Chick, shit A lot of niggas flow the way I flow But ain't been in the game all their life so don't know who I know Writing rhymes is the best way I express how I feel If I ain't rich by twenty-six, I'll be dead or in jail Coming up, I heard sipping too much booze'll leave you confused And if you watch the news, you see players in this game, they lose I'm forgetting Lefty and Jazz, Pretty Tony and Lance Head Luc, Mel son, Troy and E Money Bags In a conversation over shrimp and lobster at Benihana's Heard Chico stopped boxing, and started robbing diners Shout out to Clarence and Clutch, Bob Dre, Black Will If the flow don't kill you, the MAC will [Chorus] Lord forgive me, for I've sinned Over and over again just to stay on top I recall memories, filled with sin Over and over again, and again (And again and again)19

Hip-HopRap

Song Cry

JAY-Z

[Intro] Picture all the possibilities Picture all the possibilities Sounds like a love song Sounds like a love song The most incredible, baby Uh Mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm Yeah, yeah Uh I can't see 'em comin' down my eyes So I gotta make the song cry I can't see 'em comin' down my eyes So I gotta make the song cry [Verse 1] Good dude, I know you love me like cooked food Even though a nigga gotta move like a crook move We was together on the block since free lunch We shoulda been together havin' Four Seasons brunch We used to use umbrellas to face the bad weather So now we travel first-class to change the forecast Never in bunches, just me and you I loved your point of view 'cause you held no punches Still I left you for months on end It's been months since I checked back in We're somewhere in a small town Somewhere lockin' a mall down Woodgrain, four and change, Armor All'd down I can understand why you want a divorce now Though I can't let you know it, pride won't let me show it Pretend to be heroic, that's just one to grow with But deep inside, a nigga so sick You might also like[Chorus] I can't see 'em comin' down my eyes So I gotta make the song cry I can't see 'em comin' down my eyes So I gotta let the song cry, uh Can't see it comin' down my eyes So I gotta make the song cry I can't see it comin' down my eyes So I got to make the song cry [Verse 2] On repeat, the CD of Big's "Me & My Bitch" Watchin' Bonnie and Clyde, pretendin' to be that shit Empty gun in your hand, sayin', "Let me see that clip" Shopping sprees, pull out your Visa quick A nigga had very bad credit, you helped me lease that whip You helped me get the keys to that V dot 6 We was so happy poor, but when we got rich That's when our signals got crossed and we got flipped Rather mine, I don't know what made me leave that shit Made me speed that quick, let me see, that's it It was the cheese, helped them bitches get amnesia quick I used to cut up they buddies, now they sayin' they love me Used to tell they friends I was ugly and wouldn't touch me Then I showed up in that dubbed-out buggy And then they got fuzzy, and they don't remember that And I don't remember you [Chorus] I can't see it comin' down my eyes So I gotta make the song cry I can't see it comin' down my eyes So I gotta make the song cry Yeah, I seen 'em comin' down your eyes But I gotta make the song cry I can't see it comin' down my eyes So I gotta make the song cry [Verse 3] A face of stone, was shocked on the other end of the phone Word back home is that you had a special friend So what was oh so special then? You have given away without gettin' at me That's your fault, how many times you forgiven me? How was I to know that you was plain sick of me? I know the way a nigga livin' was wack But you don't get a nigga back like that Shit, I'm a man with pride, you don't do shit like that You don't just pick up and leave and leave me sick like that You don't throw away what we had just like that I was just fuckin' them girls, I was gon' get right back They say you can't turn a bad girl good But once a good girl's gone bad, she's gone forever I'll mourn forever Shit, I've got to live with the fact I did you wrong forever [Chorus] I can't see 'em comin' down my eyes So I gotta make the song cry I can't see 'em comin' down my eyes So I gotta let the song cry I know, I seen 'em comin' down your eyes But I gotta make the song cry I can't see 'em comin' down my eyes So I gotta make the song cry [Outro] It's fucked up, girl42

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Whitey’s Revenge (Eminem Diss)

Everlast

[Intro] What? Did I hurt your feelings? Uh... I'm 'pposed to be scared now, right? Yo... I'd like to dedicate this record right here To Mr. Marshall Mathers' mother, yeah This one's for your mom's, [Verse] Here come the mighty, one they call Whitey All you sons of Whitey are all dickbiters So won't that bitch Slim Shady please act up? Get smacked up, get your eyes blacked up With your candy-ass name, you're a candy-ass rapper I'll smack you up, shut you off like the Clapper Whoever said you was raw, son, they lied I know that shit I spit on Dilated hurt your pride Screamin' on a record how you wish I died But you don't wanna see me on this physical side You're just a fake tough guy, tryin' to act hard But won't walk a lobby without your bodyguard You ain't pullin' my card, you ain't ridin' the train Back in the day, kids like you got robbed for they chain Step to me like a man, with the hands, and get slain Matter of fact, when you see me, bitch, gimme some brain Yo, it's like that, we could fight, Jack Let's put the mics down, you'll catch a beatdown I get love in New York, got fam in L.A And I heard you might be the MC that's gay With your platinum blonde Caesar, you look like a ho Like M and M stands for Marilyn Monroe Talkin' 'bout killin' sprees, you ain't like that, yo Makin' lots of enemies, but that's all for show You punk Ecstasy junkie, you waste of skills Stop ridin' my dilz, stay high on pills Yo, I hope you OD, don't be playin' with me Little bitch, need to watch what you're sayin' to me Talkin' shit for shock value, boy, you ain't real Turned hard the day Dre gave you a record deal Went and sold your soul for some mass appeal Servin' up that hors d'oeuvre, kid, now eat this meal Instead of worryin' 'bout who you should be dissin' You need to worry 'bout who your wifey been kissin' Or if you go to prison while you're doin' your bid I'll look in on your old lady and do things for your kid Make her write you lots of letters 'bout the things that we did Send you pictures of me chillin' all up in your crib And that shit about Sway n' Tech? That was a fib First time you met me I showed you love in D.C But you were scared like a pussy with your eyes on the floor While your crew showed me love outside the front door Talkin' 'bout "Yo, whassup, ain't you Whitey Ford? I love that song 'What It's Like' and jam 'Praise the Lord'" I don't do this for the money, yo, I do it for fun You may hang around some gangstas, but you ain't one And you won't be slappin' me with no empty gun Talkin' 'bout a fag, but you the one in drag And you can't keep your woman from goin' astray Better run and check your kid for your DNA I take care of my moms, you get sued by yours With your corny metaphors about drugs and crack whores You're a sucker You might also like[Outro] Word up, for real You wanna talk some shit money, come talk it with the hands, B I ain't wastin' no more time with you, man, fuck this Man, that's it3

SingerSongwriter

Horchata

Vampire Weekend

[Verse 1] In December, drinking horchata I'd look psychotic in a balaclava Winter's cold is too much to handle Pincher crabs that pinch at your sandals [Verse 2] In December, drinking horchata Look down your glasses at that Aranciata With lips and teeth to ask how my day went Boots and fists to pound on the pavement [Chorus] Here comes a feeling you thought you'd forgotten Chairs to sit and sidewalks to walk on [Verse 3] You'd remember drinking horchata You'd still enjoy it with your foot on Masada Winter's cold is too much to handle Pincher crabs that pinch at your sandals [Chorus] Here comes a feeling you thought you'd forgotten Chairs to sit and sidewalks to walk on Oh, you had it but oh, no, you lost it Looking back, you shouldn't have fought it You might also like[Verse 4] In December, drinking horchata I'd look psychotic in a balaclava Winter's cold is too much to handle Pincher crabs that pinch at your sandals Years go by and hearts start to harden Those palms and firs that grew in your garden Are falling down and nearing the rosebeds The roots are shooting up through the tool shed Those lips and teeth that asked how my day went Are shouting up through cracks in the pavement [Chorus] Here comes a feeling you thought you'd forgotten Chairs to sit and sidewalks to walk on Oh, you had it but oh, no, you lost it You understood so you shouldn't have fought it Here comes a feeling you thought you'd forgotten Chairs to sit and sidewalks to walk on Here comes a feeling you thought you'd forgotten Chairs to sit and sidewalks to walk on19

Indie Rock

Where The Hood At?

DMX

[Intro] (Now I gotta deal with this shit) Ayy, yo, y'all niggas must be out your fuckin' mind (Yo, yo, old shitty-dick ass niggas) Thinking dog can't pull another motherfuckin' rabbit out the hat (Yo, y'all niggas is fucking dumb) Think I ain't got a trick up my motherfuckin' sleeve, you bitch-ass niggas Fuck these niggas thinking? Y'all niggas thinkin' I'm doing, just sittin' around doin' nothin'? Oh my God, niggas can't be serious [Chorus] Where the hood, where the hood, where the hood at? Have that nigga in the cut, where the wood at? Oh, them niggas actin' up? Where the wolves at? You better bust that if you gon' pull that Where the hood, where the hood, where the hood at? Have that nigga in the cut, where the wood at? Oh, them niggas actin' up? Where the wolves at? You better bust that if you gon' pull that [Post-Chorus] Yo, yo (Yo, yo) Yo, yo (Yo, yo) Yo, yo (Yo, yo, yo, yo) [Verse 1] Man, cats don't know (What?) what it's gon' be Fuckin' with a nigga like me D to the M to the X (X) Last I heard, y'all niggas was havin' sex (Uh) with the same sex (Woo) I show no love (Yeah) to homo thugs (Nah) Empty out, reload, and blow more slugs (Boom) How you gonna explain fuckin' a man? Even if we squash the beef, I ain't touchin' your hand (Aight?) I don't fuck with chumps (Yeah) For those that been to jail, that's the cat with the Kool-Aid on his lips and pumps (Uh) I don't fuck with niggas that think they broads Only know how to be one way, that's the dog (Woo) I know how to get down, know how to bite (Bite) Bark very little, but I know how to fight (Fight) I know how to chase a cat up in a tree Man, I'll give y'all niggas the business for fuckin' with me Is you crazy? You might also like[Chorus] Where the hood, where the hood, where the hood at? Have that nigga in the cut, where the wood at? Oh, them niggas actin' up? Where the wolves at? You better bust that if you gon' pull that Where the hood, where the hood, where the hood at? Have that nigga in the cut, where the wood at? Oh, them niggas actin' up? Where the wolves at? You better bust that if you gon' pull that [Post-Chorus] Yo, yo (Yo, yo) Yo, yo (Yo, yo) Yo, yo (Yo, yo, yo, yo) [Verse 2] Once it's on, I come through, guns is drawn Blam, blam, lungs is gone, sons will mourn From dusk 'til dawn (Uh), night time belongs to the dog On the street past midnight, look for 'em in the morgue (Yeah) Won't play with these cats 'cause I ain't got nothin' to say to these cats (Uh) For the mothers that really do love 'em, please pray for these cats (Aight?) 'Cause I know niggas is hard-headed, but I ain't got the patience (Uh) Don't want me havin' no patience, turn into more patients More trips to ICU 'cause I see you Trying to get away with shit a real nigga wouldn't do Where my dogs at? (Right here) You see them niggas? (Right where?) Get 'em, boys (Right there) That's how we do (Alright, then) Yeah, this is for my dogs (Uh), this is for my dogs (Uh) Yo, where we at, baby? (Creepin' through the fog) From then 'til now, don't ask me how Know that we gon' roll like them niggas and hit every block on the job [Chorus] Where the hood, where the hood, where the hood at? Have that nigga in the cut, where the wood at? Oh, them niggas actin' up? Where the wolves at? You better bust that if you gon' pull that Where the hood, where the hood, where the hood at? Have that nigga in the cut, where the wood at? Oh, them niggas actin' up? Where the wolves at? You better bust that if you gon' pull that [Post-Chorus] Yo, yo (Yo, yo) Yo, yo (Yo, yo) Yo, yo (Yo, yo, yo, yo) [Verse 3] I get apes doin' crime, stomp niggas like grapes makin' wine (Yeah) Five CD's with mad rhymes (Aight) Don't hit me with that positive shit, I know you lyin' You really wanna stop niggas from dyin'? Stop niggas from tryin' (Yeah) 'Cause I ain't really got that time to waste And I thought I told you to get these fuckin' bums out my face (Aight?) Lookin' at you in your grill, it might be nice to cut (Uh-huh) Once I split your ass in two, you'll be twice as butt (Uh-huh) Yeah, you right, I know your style pussy, 'cause I'm fuckin' it (Damn) Since we all here, you hold my dick while he suckin' it (Woo) Motherfucker, don't you know you'll never come near me? Shove your head up your ass, have you seein' shit clearly (Woo) Never heard that D be running (Uh), 'cause D be gunning I beat my dick and bust off in your eye so you can see me comin' Empty clips and shells are what I leave behind And if they get me with the joint, they'll hit me with a three-to-nine [Chorus] Where the hood, where the hood, where the hood at? Have that nigga in the cut, where the wood at? Oh, them niggas actin' up? Where the wolves at? You better bust that if you gon' pull that Where the hood, where the hood, where the hood at? Have that nigga in the cut, where the wood at? Oh, them niggas actin' up? Where the wolves at? You better bust that if you gon' pull that [Outro] What? Where the fuckin' hood at? Ayy, no one's fuckin' with me, nigga (It's all good) For real (It's all good, dog is the hood) I am the hood (It's all good, dog in the hood) I am the streets (It's all good, dog is the hood) You bitch-ass nigga (It's all good, dog is the hood) Take it how you want, motherfucker (It's all good) I'm in the hood all day (Dog is the hood) I think I'm, like, the only nigga, dog (Dog in the hood) That can go to the projects (School Street, Home of the Brave) By his fuckin' self and be good (Good) Yeah, nigga, ask niggas on my projects (Yo, Y.O.) When the last time they seen dog, motherfucker (Not too long ago, baby) D, Y, uh (Y'all niggas is homeless) Kato (Where the hood at?)113

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Ice Cream Paint Job (West Coast Remix)

Dorrough Music

[Intro: Dorrough] {Snoop} Hah! {West Coast, baby..} Yeah, remix! This time I say Yeah, buddy - live good, eat good Old school Chevy to a Cadillac Fleetwood Got the inside - (black!), and the outside (black!) Thinkin 'bout a Maserati, but I rather ride ('Lac) A.C. blow (whaaat?!), like wind chill (chill!) Paint drippin like the rain on a windshield [Hook] Cream on the inside, clean on the outside (REMIX! Hey!) Cream on the inside, clean on the outside (REMIX! Hey!) Cream on the inside, clean on the outside Ice-ice cream, i-i-i-ice cream paint job Cream on the inside, clean on the outside (That girl...al-rite) Cream on the inside, clean on the outside (That girl...al-rite) Cream on the inside, clean on the outside Ice-ice cream, i-i-i-ice cream paint job [Verse 1 - Dorrough] M-m-m-mama black, daddy black Uncle black, granny black, catch me in a Cadillac (Cadillac) Say, ridin on a foreign ti' Wit some ice cream paint, got the shoes and I had to match My car, yo we stunt like that (like that) Down in Dallas, Texas, yeah it's crunk like that All I gotta do is this, drop the top and show the wrist And I can pull a bad chick off eye contact Yeaaaaaaa - it's ya, it's ya, it's ya boy Dorrough I got a wood grain wheel and a wood grain flo' Paint job, fresh sprayed, pop trunk, might wave Yeah, buddy, I'm paid, umm, everybody know That getting money is the mission, it's the auto clone magician 0-9, but I drive a 0-12 Expedition Wit a auto-start ignition, fo' fifteens hit it Wit a sign on the back say "Let's go fishing" You might also like[Hook] [Verse 2 - Snoop Dogg] Yeah, West Coast nigga Cream on the inside, clean on the outside Twenty-fo' on the ol' schools sittin up high (high) Push - I hit the gas, fuck a red light All chrome Chevy signs on my tailpipe I smash out Doggy Dogg live the Boss' Life Show these niggas what it cost and how to floss it right They hear the song and they Jerk to it all night Euro grill, candy paint dripping off white (drip, drip, drip..) Yeah, we got the streets turned up Purp in my blunt, brown in my cup Boat motor in my engine, 15s' in my trunk Ice Creams' on my feet, I'mma fuck the streets up (Fuck it up!) Wet paint job, shift kit, no clutch Pocket fulla money wit some Hustle Boy Chucks Sugar coat seats, soft white crust They say they ridin clean, but they ain't got it like us! [Hook] [Verse 3 - Nipsey Hu$$le] It's 15s' in the trunk, let my beat bang (yep!) Half of chicken on my neck, let my chain hang (yep!) Four fifty yellow rock'll make the ass swang Chevy tuned up, bangin Hu$$le is my last name For the rap game, still us in the fast lane Pulled up at the spot, parked the Regal on the grass mayne Swisher Sweets same color as the wood grain They say, "Why you leave it running?" I say "Cuz I'm in the hoooood, mayne~!" Clean on the ourside, cream on the inside Ask around, bet they tell you that I been fly Way befo' Xzibit show, I had a Pimp Ride And "All Money In" is the motto that we live by Look, shit kept gettin betta fo' me You hatin on me? It's whatever, I get cheddar, homie I'm well-paid so the people know me Ridin wood grain and leather only Hussle [Hook] [Verse 4 - Jim Jones] Splash - (candy bought) I'm drippy Car so clean that the paint looks slippy (Hold on!) Caught the swag flu so I got these niggas sick-y Coney ice cream the way the girl started licking (Baskin Robbins) Give her the shovel the way she diggin me (Dig that!) Victory - (Ow!) Just the B.I.G. in me Yeah, my game fly, I make the nasty girls get wit me (Nasty!) And after the telly, it's all history (Gone!) Chickens - rotisserie We can make it snow motherfucker, better get your skis (We got it!) Told her turn it up as I hit the speed Push the head down, word is bond as I hit the weed (Uh-ohhhhhh) [Verse 5 - Soulja Boy] Yeah shawty, Soulja Boy big dawg Black-on-black Lamborghini, ice cream paint job WOOOSH! Black card bank card So much money, look like I had the bank robbed Flow cajin, spicy punchline Disrespect me, get jumped like the lunch line Titanic swag like I'm standin on a boat Man ya boy's got money, but your flow still broke No pad, no pen I'm goin ing Flyin down the highway, blowing on a Kush-ington I'm gettin money like I never would believe So many tattoos that my skin cain't breathe I'm gettin old money but I'm a youngsta My swag presidential, make Obama wanna sponsor me1

Hip-Hop

Wasted

Gucci Mane

[Intro: Gucci Mane] Ha (Ha), ha (Ha, ha, ha) Ha (Ha), ha (Ha, ha) Wasted, I'm wasted, so wasted, so wasted Take it, FATBOI [Chorus: Gucci Mane] Rockstar lifestyle, might don't make it (Wasted) Living life high, every day, clique wasted (Wasted) Sipping on purple stuff, rolling up stanky (Wasted) Wake in the morning, ten o'clock drinking (Wasted) "Party, party, party!" Let's all get wasted (Wasted) Shake it for me, baby girl, do it butt-naked (Wasted) I'm so wasted, she's so wasted (Wasted) Tell the bartender, "send me twenty more cases!" [Verse 1: Gucci Mane] Geeking like Whitney, geeking like Britney (Wasted) Gucci no hippie, but he stoned like Jimmy (Jimmy) X-pill poppers, geeked up crazy (Crazy) Whole clique rolling, everyone's wasted (Wasted) Purple Codeine Sprite pink: don't waste it (Waste it) Mix-up, grandma drink it, didn't taste it (Taste it) Now grandma sipping syrup, leaning wasted Walking around fucked up twisting her fingers Homegirl slipped up, drunk, got wasted (Wasted) Now she backstage and she trying to get famous See me, I'm a drinkie, drinking, Gucci Mane shake it (shake it) Club life, damn right, Gucci Mane wasted (wasted) See Gucci Mane LiveGet tickets as low as $90You might also like[Chorus: Gucci Mane] Rockstar lifestyle, might don't make it (Wasted) Living life high, every day, clique wasted (Wasted) Sipping on purple stuff, rolling up stanky (Wasted) Wake in the morning, ten o'clock drinking (Wasted) "Party, party, party!" Let's all get wasted (Wasted) Shake it for me, baby girl, do it butt-naked (Wasted) I'm so wasted, she's so wasted (Wasted) Tell the bartender, "send me twenty more cases!" [Verse 2: Plies] I don't wear tight jeans like the white boys But I do get wasted like the white boys Now I'm looking for a bitch to suck this Almond Joy Say she got to stop sucking cause her jaws sore Got a bitch on the couch, bitch on the floor (on the floor) Your partner just popped another one, now he rolling more Was on 3 pills, now he on 4 I don't know why, but that Remy turn me into a whore Walked in the club, pocket full of big faces Got that .40 on my waist and it's off safety About 40 goons with me and we all wasted On Remy straight tonight, dogg, no chaser [Chorus: Gucci Mane] Rockstar lifestyle, might don't make it (Wasted) Living life high, every day, clique wasted (Wasted) Sipping on purple stuff, rolling up stanky (Wasted) Wake in the morning, ten o'clock drinking (Wasted) "Party, party, party!" Let's all get wasted (Wasted) Shake it for me, baby girl, do it butt-naked (Wasted) I'm so wasted, she's so wasted (Wasted) Tell the bartender, "send me twenty more cases!" [Verse 3: Gucci Mane] Whole clique faded, we geeked up crazy (crazy) Big boy bracelets, we "white-boy wasted" (Wasted) No shirts, fuck it! Our necks and arms are tatted We sloppy drunk, disgusted, the liquor keep wasting (wasting) 285 Eastside, me and Plies wasted (Wasted) Racing, Chevy beating, booty/butt chasing Spring bling, 50 thousand, white girls shaking Some dancing naked, but everyone's wasted (Wasted) Magic City Monday, ball-player wasted (Wasted) This is for your uncle drinking Thunderbird, wasted (Wasted) 12-pack wasted, I need more cases (Wasted) And Gucci's not a racist all my diamonds caucasian [Chorus: Gucci Mane] Rockstar lifestyle, might don't make it (Wasted) Living life high, every day, clique wasted (Wasted) Sipping on purple stuff, rolling up stanky (Wasted) Wake in the morning, ten o'clock drinking (Wasted) "Party, party, party!" Let's all get wasted (Wasted) Shake it for me, baby girl, do it butt-naked (Wasted) I'm so wasted, she's so wasted (Wasted) Tell the bartender, "send me twenty more cases!" [Outro: FATBOI] This is GPSA (Ghetto Public Service Announcement) We don't get fucked up no more We get wasted (Wasted) Gucci Mane, Plies, FATBOI14

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2 Of Amerikaz Most Wanted

2Pac

[Intro: 2Pac & Snoop Doggy Dogg] Up out of there Ain't nothin' but a gangsta party Eh, light that up, Snoop! Why you actin' like that? Ahh shit, you done fucked up now (Ain't nothin' but a gangsta party) You done put two of America's most wanted In the same motherfuckin' place at the same motherfuckin' time? (Ain't nothin' but a gangsta party) Ha, ha, ha, ha, y'all niggas about to feel this (Ain't nothin' but a gangsta party) Break out the champagne glasses and the motherfuckin' condoms Have one on us, a'ight? (Ain't nothin' but a gangsta party) A toast to the gangsters [Verse 1: 2Pac] Picture perfect, I paint a perfect picture Bombin' hoochies with precision, my intention's to get richer With the S-N double-O-P, Dogg, my fuckin' homie You's a cold-ass nigga on them hogs [Verse 2: Snoop Doggy Dogg] Sho 'nuff, I keep my hand on my gun 'Cause they got me on the run Now I'm back in the courtroom, waitin' on the outcome "Free 2Pac" is all that's on a nigga's mind But at the same time, it seems they tryin' to take mine So I'ma get smart and get defensive and shit And put together a Million March for some gangsta shit You might also like[Verse 3: 2Pac] So now they got us laced Two multi-millionaire motherfuckers catchin' cases Bitches, get ready for the throw down, the shit's about to go down Me and Snoop about to clown I'm losin' my religion, I'm vicious on these stool pigeons You might be deep in this game, but you got the rules missin' Niggas be actin' like they savage, they out to get the cabbage I've got nothin' but love for my niggas livin' lavish [Verse 4: Snoop Doggy Dogg] I've got a pit named Petey, she Nigerino I've got a house out in the hills, right next to Chino And I think I've got a black Bimmer But my dream is to own a fly casino Like Bugsy Siegel, and do it all legal And get scooped up by the little homie in the Regal It feels good to you, baby-bubba You see, this is for the G's and the keys, motherfucker [Verse 5: 2Pac] Now, follow as we ride! Motherfuck the rest, two of the best from the Westside! And I can make you famous Niggas been dyin' for years, so how can they blame us? I live in fear of a felony I never stop bailin' these motherfuckin' G's If you got it, better flaunt it Another warrant, 2 of Amerikaz Most Wanted [Chorus: Daz Dillinger & 2Pac] Ain't nothin' but a gangsta party Ain't nothin' but a gangsta party (Nothin' but a gangsta party) Ain't nothin' but a gangsta party (Nothin' but a gangsta party It ain't nothin' but a motherfuckin' gangsta party) Ain't nothin' but a gangsta party (Nothin' but a gangsta party It ain't nothin' but a motherfuckin' gangsta party) Ain't nothin' but a gangsta party [Verse 6: 2Pac] Now give me fifty feet, defeat is not my destiny Release me to the streets, and keep whatever's left of me Jealousy is misery, suffery is greed Better be prepared when you cowards fuck with me I bust and flee These niggas must be crazy, what?! There ain't no mercy, motherfuckers, who can fade the thug? You thought it was, but it wasn't, now disappear Bow down in the presence of a boss player [Verse 7: Snoop Doggy Dogg] It's like, Cuh, Blood, gang-bangin' Everybody in the party doin' dope-slangin' You gotta have paper in this world You might get your first snatch before your eyes swirl You doin' your job every day And then you work so hard 'til your hair turn gray Let me tell you 'bout life and 'bout the way it is You see, we live by the gun, so we die by the guns, kid [Verse 8: 2Pac] They tell me not to roll with my Glock So now I got a throw-away Floatin' in the black Benz (Bitch), tryin' to do a show a day They wonder how I live with five shots Niggas is hard to kill on my block Schemes for currency and dough-related Affiliated with the hustlers, so we made it No answers to questions, I'm tryin' to get up on it My nigga, Dogg, and me, eternally the most wanted [Chorus: Daz Dillinger & 2Pac] Ain't nothin' but a gangsta party Ain't nothin' but a gangsta party Ain't nothin' but a gangsta party Ain't nothin' but a gangsta party (Nothin' but a gangsta party It ain't nothin' but a motherfuckin' gangsta party) Ain't nothin' but a gangsta party (Nothin' but a gangsta party It ain't nothin' but a motherfuckin' gangsta party) Ain't nothin' but a gangsta party (Nothin' but a gangsta party It ain't nothin' but a motherfuckin' gangsta party) Ain't nothin' but a gangsta party (Nothin' but a gangsta party It ain't nothin' but a motherfuckin' gangsta party) Ain't nothin' but a gangsta party [Outro: 2Pac] Bitch! Where you at? Where you at? Ain't nothin' but a gangsta party Yeah, Death Row89

Gangsta Rap

Your Life’s On The Line

50 Cent

[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, baow, 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 D's run in my crib, I'm nowhere to be found Niggas who hustle for me, they don't even stash tracks 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 OGs 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, then 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) See 50 Cent LiveGet tickets as low as $15You might also like[Chorus] 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 [Post-Chorus] Y'all niggas don't want no parts of me You tryna figure out how y'all started me You gon' make me catch you on a late night Pop shots with the fifth, then slide off in the six [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 (Blatt) I 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 [Chorus] 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 (Hahaha), I just laugh, pa 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 could 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? [Chorus] 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 [Post-Chorus] 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 six22

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313

Eminem

[Chorus: Eye-Kyu & Eminem] Now what you know about a sweet MC from the 313? None of these skills you 'bout to see come free So you wanna be a sweet MC, you gotta become me If you ever wanna be one, see Man, what you know about a sweet MC in the 313? None of these skills you're 'bout to see come free So you wanna be a sweet MC, you better become me If you ever wanna be one, see [Verse 1: Eye-Kyu] Yo, some people say I'm wack, now if that's right I'm The freshest whack MC that you ever heard in your lifetime My slick acapella sounds clever with the beats Boy, I'm the deepest thing since potholes to ever hit the street Forget a gold digger's succubus My soul's thick with ruggedness With the mic I'm like a dyke: can't no nigga fuck with this I got more different strokes than Philip Drummound comin' (Bitch!) We elevated to new heights, premeditated Let it be that I stated, they hate it Now that they see that I made it He escalated can be put to the test of greatness Snatch the heart from MCs and I ate it So I take it, that's the reason I'm hated To represent's my temperament If rap was a dick, all you so-called hard MCs would not be impotent, but pimpin' it And actin' like you could rock a show (So?) Harder than LL's "Rock the Bells" and you's a ho Now, everything that you collaborate I lacerate My lines they keep comin' like nymphomaniacs that masturbate At a faster rate, yeah I got somethin' for your ass to hate I blast your hate and have you all runnin' past the gates And as for face clutchin' and touchin' the flows I got 'em open like marijuana smoke up in your nose Buckin' these hoes, I got that shit down to a science Leavin' 'em hot and bothered, turned on like an appliance Defiance? No, we won't have that You want your shit to blow up? Well, I'ma stuff some dynamite in your ass crack And blast that shit to kingdom come Then bring 'em some of this real hip-hop I'll drop beats and you ain't singin' or gonna do a thing but run And you all knew from Meeko That you couldn't hold your own with the strength of Lou Ferrigno So stop that bullshit flow Yo, you need to come with them real skills and act like you know You might also like[Chorus: Eminem & Eye-Kyu] So what you know about a sweet MC in the 313? None of these skills you 'bout to see come free So you wanna be a sweet MC, you better become me If you ever wanna be one, see Now what you know about a sweet MC from the 313? None of these skills you 'bout to see come free So you wanna be a sweet MC, you gotta become me If you ever wanna be one, see [Verse 2: Eminem] Look, so what you know about a sweet MC in the 313? You don't know shit so when you see one, flee You can be Run-D, you'll never be the MC I stopped the alphabet at S and got it down to a T I'm sure you're bound to agree, a sweet MC crash the spot I make the roof hot like I was Rock Master Scott Your ass forgot, so just in case you don't remember me I'll run your brain around the block to jog your fuckin' memory It's either them or me, man, kill or be killed Your will'll be sealed, your casket closed, you still'd be billed My facility's filled with fans packed to capacity I'll send a rapper back with the crack of his ass shitty (Ha) If he's actin' soft and he cowers He better come cleaner than Jeru jackin' off when he showers You flowers got no clout with a thing You could date a stick of dynamite and wouldn't go out with a bang I shout with a slang simple as ABC's Skip over the D's and rock the microphone with ease Dethrone MCs and I'ma max alone Relax your dome, like a solo from a saxophone So facts are known, biters get treated with shots I rock a beat harder than you could beat it with rocks I'm greeted with flocks of fellow followers' singers You couldn't make the fans throw up their hands if they swallowed their fingers But you can bring yours, let's see what you got But don't front, and never try to be what you're not 'Cause you can be quick, jump the candlestick, burn your back And fuck Jill on a hill, but you still ain't jack [Chorus: Eye-Kyu & Eminem] So what you know about a sweet MC from the 313? None of these skills that you just seen come free So you wanna be a sweet MC, you'll never become me So you ain't ever gonna be one, see So what you know about a sweet MC in the 313? None of these skills that you just seen come free So you wanna be a sweet MC, you'll never become me So you ain't ever gonna be one, see30

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Freaky Gurl

Gucci Mane

[Intro] (Yeaa!) Yeaa! Yeaa! Yeaa! Yeaa! Yeaa! Yeaa! Yeaa! She's a very freaky girl Very freaky girl Gucci, I want a very freaky girl [Chorus] She's a very freaky girl (yeaa!), don't bring her to mama (mama!) First you get her name (name), then you get her number (number!) Then you get some brain in the front seat of the Hummer (yeaa!) Then you get some brain in the front seat of the Hummer (yeaa!) She's a very freaky girl (yeaa!), don't bring her to mama (mama!) First you get her name (name), then you get her number (number!) Then you get some brain in the front seat of the Hummer (yeaa!) Then you get some brain in the front seat of the Hummer (yeaa!) Uh [Verse 1] Let me set the record straight: Hater: you participate 3 girls with me like I'm going on Elimidate Say you got a man, but your man ain't here The ice in my ear shine like a chandelier Jumping out the phantom, don't you think I'm handsome? Watch on my wrist cost more than a mansion Bet your baby-daddy ain't icing like the kid be Got your baby mama front seat of the Ferrari See Gucci Mane LiveGet tickets as low as $90You might also like[Chorus] She's a very freaky girl (yeaa!), don't bring her to mama (mama!) First you get her name (name), then you get her number (number!) Then you get some brain in the front seat of the Hummer (yeaa!) Then you get some brain in the front seat of the Hummer (yeaa!) She's a very freaky girl (yeaa!), don't bring her to mama (mama!) First you get her name (name), then you get her number (number!) Then you get some brain in the front seat of the Hummer (yeaa!) Then you get some brain in the front seat of the Hummer (yeaa!) Uh [Verse 2] Gucci Mane La Flare. Baby, I'm that guy Girls' eyeballs pop when they see when my Lamb' pass by My money long as a limo Just to show off, I put my wrist out the window Ride through the 6, little kids scream "bingo!" I fell off in the spotlight, like ay, let's mingle Then the DJ play my new single The club got crazy, all the hoes went psycho [Chorus] She's a very freaky girl (yeaa!), don't bring her to mama (mama!) First you get her name (name), then you get her number (number!) Then you get some brain in the front seat of the Hummer (yeaa!) Then you get some brain in the front seat of the Hummer (yeaa!) She's a very freaky girl (yeaa!), don't bring her to mama (mama!) First you get her name (name), then you get her number (number!) Then you get some brain in the front seat of the Hummer (yeaa!) Then you get some brain in the front seat of the Hummer (yeaa!) Uh [Verse 3] Don't be conceited, girl I know you're freaky, girl I know your secret, girl But I'm gonna keep it, girl Oh, you's a college girl? Come be a Gucci girl Oh, you's a Gucci fan? Let's go to Gucciland You dig a Gucci man Cause only Gucci can Drop a stack, pop your back with a rubberband You diggin Gucci, Gucci Let's do the oochie-coochie Oh, that's your girlfriend? Why don't you introduce me [Chorus] She's a very freaky girl (yeaa!), don't bring her to mama (mama!) First you get her name (name), then you get her number (number!) Then you get some brain in the front seat of the Hummer (yeaa!) Then you get some brain in the front seat of the Hummer (yeaa!) She's a very freaky girl (yeaa!), don't bring her to mama (mama!) First you get her name (name), then you get her number (number!) Then you get some brain in the front seat of the Hummer (yeaa!) Then you get some brain in the front seat of the Hummer (yeaa!) Uh3

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Pussy Money Weed

Lil Wayne

[Intro] I love her like— Oh— Oh, yes, I love her like— Oh— Oh, yes, I love her like— Oh— Oh, yes, I love her like— Oh— Oh, yes, I love her like— [Verse 1] Oh, yes, I love her, like Egyptian Want a description? Her body's sickening I can be her prescription, I can be her physician Sexual healing: I can be her religion And now, she's kneeling, praying to the ceiling I bless her as if she sneezed—must be the weather I dress her: I am her sleeves, I am her feathers She's fly—flyer than you, flyer than me I love her; she loves me, too; I love her three times More than her mom; time will tell that I'm the nigga that She should—we should be wherever she wanna be on a Late night, midday, A.M., just say when And I know I be with cavemen, but never mind them She's "Poison," and I am Michael Bivins See, I know that y'all don't hear me, but she does; we does What grown folk do when they had too much to drink, and I think We done had too much to drink, and You might also like[Chorus] (Oh, yes, I love her like) Pussy, money, weed Pussy, money, weed; pussy, money, weed (Oh, yes, I love her like) Pussy, money, weed Pussy, money, weed; pussy, money, weed (Oh, yes, I love her like) Pussy, money, weed Pussy, money, weed; pussy, money, weed (Oh— Oh, yes, I love her like) Pussy, money, weed Pussy, money, weed; pussy, money, weed [Verse 2] Oh, yes, I love her like I ought to I see you at the altar, Mrs. Carter I see you with my daughter, or son—more than one Maybe five, like the Jacksons, or John Paxson Just don't let 'em fuck up the mansion And Daddy will be home later on Smelling like the cologne that I put on this morn And I hope that you smell like woman's soap and shampoo And lotion and perfume and candles And I'ma run through that pussy like a vandal, yes I'm nasty as a Scorpio, but I'm a lucky Libra Got her wet like she's sweating out a fever—wow! Leave her to me, and she'll be smiling every single time you see her From ear to ear I want to be beside her when she sleep as she lay Or we can stay awake and watch the next day Clothes are overrated; panties are debated Einstein: Her head is the greatest [Chorus] (Oh, yes, I love her like) Pussy, money, weed Pussy, money, weed; pussy, money, weed (Oh, yes, I love her like) Pussy, money, weed Pussy, money, weed; pussy, money, weed (Oh, yes, I love her like) Pussy, money, weed Pussy, money, weed; pussy, money, weed (Oh— Oh, yes, I love her like) Pussy, money, weed Pussy, money, weed; pussy, money, weed [Verse 3] Oh, yes, I love her like her dad told her no man would ever love her—oh, and I better be the only man sticking it Licking it like an envelope; mailing it, sealing it, read it I have written down Victoria's Secret—don't tell nobody Don't share your body with nobody—not even a finger I will cut it off and let him keep it—that ass for Weezy, baby And at my station, we have sex orientation When I hit it, she squint like them Orient Asians; I do me I say, "Hey, Ms. Chun Li, I like to see your booty— Roll, like sushi"; I'm tryna dip my celery up in her bleu cheese "Ah"s, "Ooh-wee"s "Voila"s, "Ta-da"s, "Mhm"s, "Uh-huh"s "Oh, yeah"s, never "Oh, no"s until I have to go And then it's: "Never! Oh, no!" I tell her, "Don't cry— I be back like the electric bill" And when she butt-naked, she dressed to kill [Chorus] (Oh, yes, I love her like) Pussy, money, weed Pussy, money, weed; pussy, money, weed (Oh, yes, I love her like) Pussy, money, weed Pussy, money, weed; pussy, money, weed (Oh, yes, I love her like) Pussy, money, weed Pussy, money, weed; pussy, money, weed (Oh— Oh, yes, I love her like) Pussy, money, weed Pussy, money, weed; pussy, money, weed37

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Welcome 2 Houston

Slim Thug

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

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How Low

Ludacris

[Intro: Chuck D. Sample] How low can you go? How low can you go? How low can you go? How low can you go? How low can you go? How low can you go? How low can you go? How low can you go? How low can you go? How low can you go? How low can you go? How low can you go? How low can you go? How low can you go? How low can you go? How low can you go? [Verse 1: Ludacris] Haha, Luda! She can go lower than I ever really thought she could Face down, ass up The top of your booty jiggling out your jeans Baby pull your pants up I like it when I see you do it Better than I've ever seen I done befo' A lot of, women, drop it to the ground But how low can you go? Lower than your mama's ever seen it in her lifetime Never would've imagined it, not even in her right mind Practice in front of that mirror, now you doing it on the dance flo' Mad 'cause I can't get with you, chick, just show me how to dance, oh I may not wanna get low, so I'm posted up, kinda like a player do But if you come to the crib, then I might show you girls a thang or two Yeah, I think you a superstar, with a ass like that you gotta blow Befo' you make it big, there's just one thang that I gotta know See Ludacris LiveGet tickets as low as $37You might also like[Interlude: Chuck D. Sample] How low can you go? How low can you go? How low can you go? How low can you go? How low can you go? How low can you go? How low can you go? How low can you go? [Chorus: Shawnna & Ludacris] I can go low (go low), lower than you know Go low (go low), lower than you know Go low (go low), lower than you know Go low (go low), lower than you know [Verse 2: Ludacris] I be like knick, knack, patty, wack Oh, where my kitty cat? Give a dog a bone How many licks does it take 'til I get to the center and let a realer nigga take you home? I can make this show stop, soon as he hear this fo' pop From A-T-L-A-N-T-A-N all the way down to yo' block Put the needle on the record And I make her get lower than a Lamborghini And if she really get low, then I'ma shoot a video and put it all on TV 'Cause I like that French vanilla (French vanilla) And the caramel (and the caramel) But when it comes to chocolate (when it comes to chocolate) I know that very well Asian persuasion, no discrimination, I love how they seem to please us I wanna taste them butter Rican pecan peanut butter cups like Reese's Pieces 'Cause I think you a superstar, with a ass like that you gotta blow Befo' you make it big, well, there's just one thang that I gotta know [Interlude: Chuck D. Sample] How low can you go? How low can you go? How low can you go? How low can you go? How low can you go? How low can you go? How low can you go? How low can you go? [Chorus: Shawnna & Ludacris] I can go low (go low), lower than you know Go low (go low), lower than you know Go low (go low), lower than you know Go low (go low), lower than you know [Verse 3: Ludacris] Drop it, hit it, dump it, split it Don't, stop – get it, get it Put it in reverse just to back it up Let me put some Luda in it Show me whatchu working with I'll show you some of this bankroll Yeah, you a superstar There's just one thang I gotta know, so [Interlude: Chuck D. Sample] How low can you go? How low can you go? How low can you go? How low can you go? How low can you go? How low can you go? How low can you go? How low can you go? [Chorus: Shawnna & Ludacris] I can go low (go low), lower than you know Go low (go low), lower than you know Go low (go low), lower than you know Go low (go low), lower than you know6

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My Chick Bad

Ludacris

[Chorus] My chick bad, my chick hood My chick do stuff that your chick wish she could My-my chick bad, my chick hood My chick do stuff that your chick wish she could (DTP!) My-my chick bad, badder-badder than yours My-my chick bad, badder-badder than yours My-my-my chick bad, badder-badder than yours My-my chick bad, badder-badder than yours [Verse 1: Ludacris] Listen, I'm sayin' my chick bad, my chick hood My chick do stuff that your chick wish she could My chick bad, badder than yours My chick do stuff that I can't even put in words Her swagger don't stop, her body won't quit So fool pipe down, you ain't talkin 'bout shit M-m-my chick bad, tell me if you seen her She always bring the racket like Venus and Serena All white top, all white belt And all white jeans, body lookin' like milk No-no time for games, she's full grown My chick bad, tell yo' chick to go home [Chorus] My chick bad, my chick hood My chick do stuff that your chick wish she could My-my chick bad, my chick hood My chick do stuff that your chick wish she could (Let's go!) My-my chick bad, badder-badder than yours My-my chick bad, badder-badder than yours My-my-my chick bad, badder-badder than yours My-my chick bad, badder-badder than yours See Ludacris LiveGet tickets as low as $37You might also like[Verse 2: Ludacris] Now-now-now-now-now-now, now your girl might be sick but my girl's sicker She rides that dick and she handles her liquor Will knock a bitch out, annnnd fight Comin' out swingin' like Tiger Woods' wife Yeahhh, she could get a little hasty Chicks better cover up they chest like pasties Couple girlfriends and they ALL a little crazy Comin down the street like a parade, Macy's (Whoo!) I fill 'er up, balloons Test her and guns get drawn like cartoons D'oh, but I ain't talkin 'bout Homer Chick's so bad the whole crew wanna bone her, yeah [Chorus] My chick bad, my chick hood My chick do stuff that your chick wish she could My-my chick bad (and I'm lovin' it!), my chick hood My chick do stuff that your chick wish she could My-my chick bad, badder-badder than yours My-my chick bad, badder-badder than yours My-my-my chick bad, badder-badder than yours My-my chick bad, badder-badder than yours [Verse 3: Nicki Minaj] Yo, yo, now-now-now-now Now all these bitches wanna try and be my bestie But I take a left and leave them hangin' like a testie Trash talk to 'em then I put 'em in a Hefty Runnin' down the court I'm dunkin' on 'em, Lisa Leslie It-it-it-it-it's goin' down, basement Friday the 13th, guess who's playing Jason Tuck yourself in, you better hold onto your teddy It's Nightmare on Elm Street and guess who's playin' Freddy My chick bad, chef cookin' for me They say my shoe game crazy, the mental asylum lookin' for me (Ha ha ha ha), you a rookie to me I'm in that wham-bam purple Lam, damn bitch you been a fan [Chorus] My chick bad (don't get scared now, haha!), my chick hood My chick do stuff that your chick wish she could (Disturbing Tha Peace!) My-my chick bad, my chick hood My chick do stuff that your chick wish she could My-my chick bad, badder-badder than yours My-my chick bad, badder-badder than yours My-my-my chick bad, badder-badder than yours My-my chick bad, badder-badder than yours [Outro: Ludacris] Luda, DTP And when we all alone, I might just tip her She slides down the pole, like a certified stripper When we all alone I might tip, tip her She slides down the pole, like a certified stripper When-when we all alone, I might just tip her She slides down the pole, like a certified stripper When we all alone, I might just tip her She slides down the pole, like a certified stripper, I kinda like that31

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Last of a Dying Breed

Ludacris

[Intro: Ludacris] Oww! Luda! [Verse 1: Ludacris] I done killed so many niggas in the booth, I sell rappers on eBay (Hey!) 'Cause every one of my verses been instant like replays (Hey!) Speakers get blown like candles on your B-day (Hey!) 'Cause Luda's catalog got more records than the DJ (Woo!) The bank yells, "Mayday!" 'cause every day's a payday I put it on tape, and then, I sell it like Ray J (Ahh!) But not out the store (Nope!), straight to the buyer 'Cause I slung 'em out my trunk like the D.C. Sniper And six albums later, you'll deposit every word 'Til your memory bank gives me the credit I deserve Top five, damn right! But really, it just hit me That three of yo' top five's too scared to fuck with me! (Woo!) So how can I advance if you don't give me no opponents? (Yeah!) How can you see the future if you living for the moment? (Yeah!) Hip-hop couldn't die, I never offered my condolence But I'll offer y'all a day of atonement [Hook: Ludacris, Lil Wayne, & Rakim sample] 'Cause I'm a lyricist to the death, so I got what you need Ludacris, I'm the last of a dying breed And we almost extinct, so I'm saying it loud Say it with me: MC means move the crowd Say it with me: MC means move the crowd Say it with me: MC means move the crowd M—M—MC means move—m... (I got it, baby!) See Ludacris LiveGet tickets as low as $37You might also like[Verse 2: Lil Wayne] And I'm an MC, I move the crowd like Moses Like the Red Sea, I wear red like roses Go against me and you'll be dead like roses Spitting at your head for the bread like toasters Never had a holster, I keep it on my lap And hip-hop ain't dead, it just had a heart attack But you see I keep it pumping, yeah, I got that heart back So just call me Little Carter or Little Cardiac Precious like an artifact, valuable like a quarterback Hannibal, like they call me Jack, throwback like a Starter hat Now, how did he thought of that? I mean, how did he think of that? I mean, how did I think of that? Now, like a rental, bring it back I mean, how did I think of that? I surprise myself sometimes Someone should throw me a surprise party for every rhyme Every time I do it, I do it dirty like swine For the Dirty and Five, hip-hop—I'm alive! [Hook: Ludacris, Lil Wayne, & Rakim sample] I'm a lyricist to the death, so I got what you need Weezy F, the last of a dying breed And we almost extinct, so I'm saying it loud! Say it with me: MC means move the crowd Say it with me: MC means move the crowd Say it with me: MC means move the crowd M—M—MC means move—m—move the crowd Owwwww! [Verse 3: Ludacris] They say O'Reilly don't like him (Nope!), Oprah won't invite him (Nope!) The president denounced him (Yeah!), no one will announce him (No!) like I'm crying for help (Hoo!) "Very talented," but I should be ashamed of myself (Woo!) But this is my art (Art), this is my music (Hey!) I'm speaking from the heart, hit "Record" and I'll lose it! Bite my tongue for no one (No!), I'll put you on blast (Blast) So all the news channels, y'all could kiss my ass! And if I dish it, I could take it (Yeah!), fix it if you break it (Yeah!) Could hit rock bottom and I'm still gon' make it! (Why?) 'Cause I'm a born hustler, natural survivor Seed of a gangsta, I put that on my father YouTube or Google me, turn it up and play it (Hey!) 'Cause many people think it, I just had the balls to say it (What!) And risk losing everything, I stand for the weak Plus, I live for my freedom of speech, 'cause— [Hook: Ludacris & Rakim sample] I'm a lyricist to the death, so I got what you need Ludacris, I'm the last of a dying breed And we almost extinct, so I'm saying it loud Say it with me: MC means move the crowd Say it with me: MC means move the crowd Say it with me: MC means move the crowd M—M—MC means move—means—move the crowd4

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Pursuit of Happiness (Nightmare)

Kid Cudi

[Intro: Kid Cudi] Mmmm, ay-oh Hey... Ratatat, yeah! Na-na-na-nah Na-na-na-nah [Verse 1: Kid Cudi] Crush a bit, little bit, roll it up, take a hit Feelin' lit, feelin' right, 2 AM, summer night I don't care, hand on the wheel Driving drunk, I'm doing my thing Rolling the Midwest side and out Living my life, getting out dreams People told me slow my roll, I'm screaming out "Fuck that" I'ma do just what I want, looking ahead, no turning back If I fall, if I die, know I lived it to the fullest If I fall, if I die, know I lived and missed some bullets [Chorus: Andrew VanWyngarden & Kid Cudi] I'm on the pursuit of happiness, and I know Everything that shine ain't always gonna be gold, hey I'll be fine once I get it I'll be good I'm on the pursuit of happiness and I know Everything that shine ain't always gonna be gold, hey I'll be fine once I get it I'll be good See Kid Cudi LiveGet tickets as low as $103You might also like[Verse 2: Kid Cudi] Tell me what you know about dreamin', dreamin'? You don't really know about nothin', nothin' Tell me what you know about the night terrors every night 5 AM, cold sweats, waking up to the sky Tell me what you know about dreams, dreams? Tell me what you know about night terrors? Nothing You don't really care about the trials of tomorrow Rather lay awake in the bed full of sorrow [Chorus: Andrew VanWyngarden & Kid Cudi] I'm on the pursuit of happiness, and I know Everything that shine ain't always gonna be gold, hey I'll be fine once I get it I'll be good I'm on the pursuit of happiness, and I know Everything that shine ain't always gonna be gold, hey I'll be fine once I get it I'll be good [Bridge: Kid Cudi] I'm on the pursuit of happiness I know everything that shine ain't always gold I'll be fine once I get it I'll be good [Guitar Solo: Mike Stroud] [Chorus: Andrew VanWyngarden & Kid Cudi] I'm on the pursuit of happiness, and I know Everything that shine ain't always gonna be gold, hey I'll be fine once I get it I'll be good I'm on the pursuit of happiness, and I know Everything that shine ain't always gonna be gold, hey I'll be fine once I get it I'll be good [Outro: Kid Cudi] Pursuit of happiness, yeah I gon' get it, I'll be good Oh... Oh man, oh, ugh... Room's spinning, room's spinning... Pat, Zuli... Oh fuck Oh my God, why'd I drink so much and smoke so much? Oh Oh, fuck267

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Soundtrack 2 My Life

Kid Cudi

[Verse 1] I got 99 problems and they all bitches Wish I was Jigga man, carefree livin' But I'm not Shawn or Martin Louis I'm that Cleveland nigga rollin' with them Brooklyn boys You knowin' how it be when you start living large I control my own life, Charles was never in charge No sitcom could teach Scott about the dram Or even explain the troubles that haunted my mom On Christmas time, my mom Christmas grind Got me most of what I wanted, how'd you do it, Mom, huh? She copped the toys I would play with in my room by myself "Why he by himself?" He got two older brothers; one hood, one good An independent older sister kept me fly when she could But they all didn't see The little bit of sadness in me Scotty [Chorus] I've got some issues that nobody can see And all of these emotions are pouring out of me I bring them to the light for you, it's only right This is the soundtrack to my life, the soundtrack to my life [Verse 2] I'm super paranoid, like a sixth sense Since my father died, I ain't been right since And I tried to piece the puzzle of the universe Split an eighth of shrooms just so I could see the universe I try and think about myself as a sacrifice Just to show the kids they ain't the only ones who up at night The moon will illuminate my room And soon I'm consumed by my doom Once upon a time, nobody gave a fuck It's all said and done and my cock's been sucked So now I'm in the cut, alcohol in the wound My heart's an open sore that I hope heals soon I live in a cocoon opposite of Cancún Where it is never sunny, the dark side of the moon So it's more than right I try and shed some light on a man Not many people of this planet understand, fam See Kid Cudi LiveGet tickets as low as $103You might also like[Chorus] I've got some issues that nobody can see And all of these emotions are pouring out of me I bring 'em to the light for you, it's only right This is the soundtrack to my life, the soundtrack to my life [Verse 3] I'm this close to go and trying some coke And a happy ending would be slittin' my throat Ignorance to cope, man, ignorance is bliss Ignorance is love and I need that shit If I never did shows then I'd prolly be a myth If I cared about the blogs then I'd prolly be a jackass Don't give a shit what people talkin' 'bout, fam Haters shake my hand but I keep the sanitizer on deck Hope I really get to see 30 Wanna settle down, stop being so flirty Most of the clean faces be the most dirty I just need a thoroughbred, cook when I'm hungry Ass all chunky, brain is insanity Only things that calm me down; pussy, and some Cali tree And I get both, never truly satisfied I am happy, that's just the saddest lie [Chorus] I've got some issues that nobody can see And all of these emotions are pouring out of me I bring 'em to the light for you, it's only right This is the soundtrack to my life, the soundtrack to my life [Outro] To my life, to my life, to my life... Uh Yeah, uh-huh Yeah, uh-huh Yeah, uh-huh Yeah, uh-huh Yeah Yeah Yeah165

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Make Her Say (I Poke Her Face)

Kid Cudi

[Chorus: Kid Cudi & Lady Gaga] I make her say Oh, oh-oh-oh, oh, oh-oh-oh When I... Pa-pa-pa-poke her face, pa-pa-poke her face I make her say Oh, oh-oh-oh, ah-ah-ah-oh-oh What up? Ah-ah Pa-pa-pa-poke her face, pa-pa-poke her face Me first... Ha-ha! [Post-Chorus: Kid Cudi] Ugh, ugh-ugh, she wanna have whatever she like She can if she bring her friend And we can have one hell of a night Through the day, ayy [Verse 1: Kid Cudi] I mean, you staring like a creeper 'cause you gotta peep her I mean, you prolly might be saying you ain't jockin' either But, man, ol' girl got a fat ol' ass Yeah, the type to make you tell a bitch, "Just dance" And fuck them other niggas 'cause she down for her bitches (Ayy) Fuck them other niggas 'cause she down for the sticking (Ayy) And fuck them other niggas, hope she down for some licking (Ayy) And fuck them other bitches 'cause she down for the tricking, ugh I'm hopin' she a rider When it's said and done, do she spit it up or swallow now? I ain't gotta trip about them niggas who like her 'Cause me and mami know who can really make her go See Kid Cudi LiveGet tickets as low as $103You might also like[Chorus: Kid Cudi, Lady Gaga, & Kanye West {with A-Trak}] Oh, oh-oh-oh (Yeah, yeah) Oh, oh-oh-oh When I... Pa-pa-pa-poke her face (Ugh-ugh) Pa-pa-poke her face I make her say Oh, oh-oh-oh (Yeah) Ah-ah-ah-oh-oh When I... Pa-pa-pa-poke her face (Ayy) Pa-pa-poke her face What she talking 'bout, 'Ye? (Uh-huh, uh-huh, yeah) Yeah [Post-Chorus: Kanye West] She said she want whatever she like She said she gon' bring her friend And we gon' have a hell of a night Through the day [Verse 2: Kanye West] I made her say—Hold up, (Yeah?) born in '88? (Word?) How old is that? (Man!) Old enough I got seniority with the sororities So, that explain why I love college Getting brain in the library 'cause I love knowledge When you use your medulla oblongata And give me scoliosis until I'm comatos-es And do while I'm sleep, yeah a little osmosis And that's my commandment you ain't gotta ask Moses More champagne, more toasts-es More damn planes, more coasts-es And fuck a bus, the Benz is parked like Rosa, -oza [Chorus: Kid Cudi & Lady Gaga {with A-Trak}] Oh, oh-oh-oh, oh, oh-oh-oh When I... Pa-pa-pa-poke her face, pa-pa-poke her face I make her say Oh, oh-oh-oh (Yeah) Ah-ah-ah-oh-oh When I... Pa-pa-pa-poke her face, pa-pa-poke her face I make her say [Post-Chorus: Common] She said she want whatever she like But you gotta bring your friend And we can have one hell of a night Through the day [Verse 3: Common] She blamed it on the ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-alcohol (Woo!) She had her hair did; it was bound to fall (Woo!) Down, down for a—damn, Cudi already said it Her poker Facebook, I already reddit But man, her head was gooder than the music Electro body, known to blow fuses A stripper from the South, looking for a payday Said, "Bitch, you should do it for the love like Ray J" But they say, you be on that conscious tip Get your head right, and get up on this conscious dick I embody everything from the godly to the party It's the way I was raised on the Southside safari, so [Chorus: Kid Cudi & Lady Gaga {with A-Trak}] Oh, oh-oh-oh, oh, oh-oh-oh When I... Pa-pa-pa-poke her face, pa-pa-poke her face I make her say Oh, oh-oh-oh, ah-ah-ah-oh-oh When I... Pa-pa-pa-poke her face, pa-pa-poke her face [Outro: Lady Gaga] Can't read my, can't read my No, he can't read my poker face She's got me like nobody Can't read my, can't read my No, he can't read my poker face She's got me like nobody Can't read my, can't read my (Woo!) No, he can't read my poker face (Woo!) She's got me like nobody Can't read my, can't read my No, he can't read my poker face She's got me like nobody34

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