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C.R.E.A.M.

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Wu-Tang Clan

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What that nigga want, God? Word up, look out for the cops though (Wu-Tang five finger shit, fam) Cash rules- Word up, two for fives over here, baby Word up, two for fives, niggas got garbage down the way Word up, know what I'm sayin'? Cash rules everything around me, C.R.E.A.M. get- Yeah, check this old fly shit out, word up (Cash rules everything around me) Take you on a natural joint (C.R.E.A.M. get the money) (Dollar dollar bill, y'all) Here we, here we go, check this shit, yo I grew up on the crime side, the New York Times side Stayin' alive was no jive Had secondhands, Mom's bounced on old man So then we moved to Shaolin land A young youth, yo, rockin' the gold tooth, 'Lo goose Only way I begin the G off was drug loot And let's start it like this, son Rollin' with this one and that one, pullin' out gats for fun But it was just a dream for the teen Who was a fiend, started smokin' woolies at 16 And runnin' up in gates and doin' hits for high stakes Makin' my way on fire escapes No question, I would speed for cracks and weed The combination made my eyes bleed No question, I would flow off and try to get the dough all Stickin' up white boys in ball courts My life got no better, same damn 'Lo sweater Times is rough and tough like leather Figured out I went the wrong route So I got with a sick-ass clique and went all out Catchin' keys from 'cross seas Rollin' in MPV's, every week we made forty G's Yo, nigga, respect mine, or here go the TEC-9 Ch-chick-pow! Move from the gate now Cash rules everything around me C.R.E.A.M., get the money Dollar dollar bill, y'all Cash rules everything around me C.R.E.A.M., get the money Dollar dollar bill, y'all It's been twenty-two long, hard years, I'm still strugglin' Survival got me buggin', but I'm alive on arrival I peep at the shape of the streets And stay awake to the ways of the world 'cause shit is deep A man with a dream with plans to make cream Which failed; I went to jail at the age of fifteen A young buck sellin' drugs and such, who never had much Tryin' to get a clutch at what I could not- The court played me short, now I face incarceration Pacin', goin' upstate's my destination Handcuffed in the back of a bus, forty of us Life as a shorty shouldn't be so rough But as the world turned, I learned life is hell Livin' in the world no different from a cell Every day I escape from Jakes givin' chase Sellin' base, smokin' bones in the staircase Though I don't know why I chose to smoke sess I guess that's the time when I'm not depressed But I'm still depressed, and I ask: what's it worth? Ready to give up so I seek the old Earth Who explained workin' hard may help you maintain To learn to overcome the heartaches and pain We got stick-up kids, corrupt cops, and crack rocks And stray shots, all on the block that stays hot Leave it up to me while I be livin' proof To kick the truth to the young black youth But shorty's runnin' wild, smokin' sess, drinkin' beer And ain't tryna hear what I'm kickin' in his ear Neglected for now, but yo, it gots to be accepted That what? That life is hectic Cash rules everything around me C.R.E.A.M., get the money Dollar dollar bill, y'all Cash rules everything around me (My niggas gots to do what they gotta do) C.R.E.A.M., get the money Dollar dollar bill, y'all (To get through, know what I'm sayin'?) Cash rules everything around me (Because you can't just get by no more) C.R.E.A.M., get the money Dollar dollar bill, y'all (Word up, you gotta get over, straight up and down) Cash rules everything around me C.R.E.A.M., get the money Dollar dollar bill, y'all Yeah, yeah Cash rules everything around me C.R.E.A.M., get the money Dollar dollar bill, y'all Cash rules everything around me C.R.E.A.M., get the money Dollar dollar bill, y'all Cash rules everything around me C.R.E.A.M., get the money Dollar dollar bill, y'all Cash rules everything around me C.R.E.A.M., get the money Dollar dollar bill, y'all-all-all, yeah

Juicy

rap

The Notorious B.I.G.

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("Fuck all you hoes!" Get a grip, motherfucker!) Yeah, this album is dedicated To all the teachers that told me I'd never amount to nothin' To all the people that lived above the buildings that I was hustlin' in front of Called the police on me when I was just tryin' to make some money to feed my daughter (it's all good) And all the niggas in the struggle You know what I'm sayin'? It's all good, baby baby It was all a dream, I used to read Word Up! magazine Salt-n-Pepa and Heavy D up in the limousine Hangin' pictures on my wall Every Saturday Rap Attack, Mr. Magic, Marley Marl I let my tape rock 'til my tape popped Smokin' weed in Bambú, sippin' on Private Stock Way back, when I had the red and black lumberjack With the hat to match Remember Rappin' Duke? Duh-ha, duh-ha You never thought that hip-hop would take it this far Now I'm in the limelight 'cause I rhyme tight Time to get paid, blow up like the World Trade Born sinner, the opposite of a winner Remember when I used to eat sardines for dinner Peace to Ron G, Brucie B, Kid Capri Funkmaster Flex, Lovebug Starski I'm blowin' up like you thought I would Call the crib, same number, same hood, it's all good And if you don't know, now you know, nigga You know very well (Yeah) Who you are (Money, hoes and clothes) Don't let 'em hold you down (Bankrolls, yeah, haha) Reach for the stars (It's all good) You had a goal (C'mon) But not that many (It's all good) 'Cause you're the only one I'll give you good and plenty (Check it) I made the change from a common thief To up close and personal with Robin Leach And I'm far from cheap, I smoke skunk with my peeps all day Spread love, it's the Brooklyn way The Moët and Alizé keep me pissy, girls used to diss me Now they write letters 'cause they miss me I never thought it could happen, this rapping stuff I was too used to packing gats and stuff Now honeys play me close like butter play toast From the Mississippi down to the East Coast Condos in Queens, indo for weeks Sold out seats to hear Biggie Smalls speak Living life without fear Puttin' five karats in my baby girl ear Lunches, brunches, interviews by the pool Considered a fool 'cause I dropped out of high school Stereotypes of a black male misunderstood And it's still all good And if you don't know, now you know, nigga You know very well (C'mon) Who you are (Bankrolls) Don't let 'em hold you down (Clothes) Reach for the stars (Mansions) You had a goal But not that many (It's all good) 'Cause you're the only one I'll give you good and plenty ('94) Super Nintendo, Sega Genesis When I was dead broke, man, I couldn't picture this 50-inch screen, money-green leather sofa Got two rides, a limousine with a chauffeur Phone bill about two G's flat No need to worry, my accountant handles that And my whole crew is loungin' Celebrating every day, no more public housin' Thinkin' back on my one-room shack Now my mom pimps an Ac' with minks on her back And she loves to show me off of course Smiles every time my face is up in The Source We used to fuss when the landlord dissed us No heat, wonder why Christmas missed us Birthdays was the worst days Now we sip Champagne when we thirsty Uh, damn right I like the life I live 'Cause I went from negative to positive and it's all (It's all good, nigga) And if you don't know, now you know, nigga You know very well (Money) Who you are (Hoes and clothes) Don't let 'em hold you down (Bankrolls) And if you don't know, now you know, nigga Reach for the stars (That's right) You had a goal (It's all good) But not that many (All good) 'Cause you're the only one (East coast, represent) I'll give you good and plenty (C'mon) And if you don't know, now you know, nigga Representin' B-Town in the house (Biggie Smalls) Junior Mafia, mad flavor (Bad Boy) Uh, uh, yeah, aight (I see you, Cooch) You know very well Who you are Don't let 'em hold you down Reach for the stars You had a goal But not that many 'Cause you're the only one I'll give you good and plenty Biggie Smalls, it's all good, nigga Junior Mafia, it's all good, nigga Bad Boy, it's all good, nigga It's all good That's right, '94 And on and on, and on and on You know very well It's all good Who you are Yeah Don't let 'em hold you down Reach for the stars

Ten Crack Commandments

rap

The Notorious B.I.G.

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1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9 It's the ten crack commandments, what? Nigga can't tell me nothing about this coke Can't tell me nothing about this crack, this weed, for my hustlin' niggas Niggas on the corner I ain't forget you niggas, my triple beam niggas I've been in this game for years, it made me a animal There's rules to this shit, I wrote me a manual A step-by-step booklet for you to get Your game on track, not your wig pushed back Rule Nombre Uno: never let no one know How much dough you hold 'cause you know The cheddar breed jealousy 'specially If that man fucked up, get yo' ass stuck up Number Two: never let 'em know your next move Don't you know bad boys move in silence and violence? Take it from your highness (Uh-huh) I done squeezed mad clips at these cats for they bricks and chips Number Three: never trust nobody Your moms'll set that ass up, properly gassed up Hoodied and masked up, shit, for that fast buck She be laying in the bushes to light that ass up Number Four: I know you heard this before "Never get high on your own supply" Number Five: never sell no crack where you rest at I don't care if they want an ounce, tell 'em, "Bounce!" Number Six: that goddamn credit? Dead it You think a crackhead paying you back? Shit, forget it Seven: this rule is so underrated Keep your family and business completely separated Money and blood don't mix like two dicks and no bitch Find yourself in serious shit Number Eight: never keep no weight on you Them cats that squeeze your guns can hold jums too Number Nine shoulda been Number One to me: If you ain't gettin' bagged, stay the fuck from police If niggas think you snitchin', they ain't tryna listen They be sittin' in your kitchen, waiting to start hittin' Number Ten: a strong word called 'consignment' Strictly for live men, not for freshmen If you ain't got the clientele, say, "Hell no!" 'Cause they gon' want they money rain, sleet, hail, snow Follow these rules you'll have mad bread to break up If not, twenty-four years on the wake up Slug hit your temple, watch your frame shake up Caretaker did your makeup, when you passed Your girl fucked my man Jake up Heard in three weeks, she sniffed a whole half a cake up Heard she suck a good dick, and can hook a steak up Gotta go, gotta go, more pies to bake up, word up (Uh) Crack King, Frank Wiz-zhite (1, 2, 3, 5, 6, 7, 8 1, 1, 2, 3, 4, 5 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 2, 3, 4, 4, 5 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9 10.......10)

A Milli

rap

Lil Wayne

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Bangladesh Young Money! You dig? Mack, I'm going in A millionaire, I'm a Young Money millionaire Tougher than Nigerian hair My criteria compared to your career just isn't fair I'm a venereal disease, like a menstrual bleed Through the pencil, and leak on the sheet of the tablet in my mind 'Cause I don't write shit, 'cause I ain't got time 'Cause my seconds, minutes, hours go to the almighty dollar And the almighty power of that ch-cha-cha-chopper Sister, brother, son, daughter, father; mother-fuck a copper Got the Maserati dancin' on the bridge, pussy poppin' Tell the coppers: "Ha-ha-ha-ha You can't catch him, you can't stop him" I go by them goon rules: if you can't beat 'em, then you pop 'em You can't man 'em, then you mop 'em You can't stand 'em, then you drop 'em You pop 'em 'cause we pop 'em like Orville Redenbacher Motherfucker, I'm ill A million here, a million there Sicilian bitch with long hair, with coke in her derriere Like smoking the thinnest air I open the Lamborghini, hopin' them crackers see me Like, "Look at that bastard Weezy!" He's a beast, he's a dog, he's a mothafuckin' problem Okay, you're a goon, but what's a goon to a goblin? Nothin', nothin', you ain't scarin' nothin' On some faggot bullshit: call 'em Dennis Rodman Call me what you want, bitch! Call me on my Sidekick! Never answer when it's private, damn, I hate a shy bitch Don't you hate a shy bitch? Yeah, I ate a shy bitch She ain't shy no more, she changed her name to My Bitch Yeah, nigga, that's my bitch, so when she ask For the money when you through, don't be surprised, bitch! And it ain't trickin' if you got it But you like a bitch with no ass: You ain't got shit Motherfucker, I'm ill, not sick And I'm okay, but my watch sick, yeah, my drop sick Yeah, my Glock sick, and my knot thick - I'm it Motherfucker, I'm ill See, they say I'm rappin' like B.I.G., Jay, and 2Pac André 3000, where is Erykah Badu at? Who that? Who that said they gon' beat Lil Wayne? My name ain't Bic, but I keep that flame, man Who that one that do that, boy? You knew that true that, swallow And I be the shit, now you got loose bowels I don't owe you like two vowels But I would like for you to pay me by the hour And I'd rather be pushin' flowers Than to be in the pen sharin' showers Tony told us this world was ours And the Bible told us every girl was sour Don't play in her garden and don't smell her flower Call me Mr. Carter or Mr. Lawn Mower Boy, I got so many bitches, like I'm Mike Lowrey Even Gwen Stefani said she couldn't doubt me Motherfucker, I say "Life ain't shit without me" Chrome lips pokin' out the coupe, look like it's poutin' I do what I do, and you do what you can do about it Bitch, I can turn a crack rock into a mountain - dare me Don't you compare me, 'cause there ain't nobody near me They don't see me but they hear me They don't feel me but they fear me I'm illy, C3, 3 Peat

My Name Is

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Eminem

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Hi, my name is, what? My name is, who? My name is, chka-chka, Slim Shady Hi, my name is, huh? My name is, what? My name is, chka-chka, Slim Shady Hi, my name is, what? (Excuse me) My name is, who? My name is, chka-chka, Slim Shady (Can I have the attention of the class for one second?) Hi, my name is, huh? My name is, what? My name is, chka-chka, Slim Shady Hi, kids, do you like violence? (Yeah, yeah, yeah) Wanna see me stick nine-inch nails through each one of my eyelids? (Uh-huh) Wanna copy me and do exactly like I did? (Yeah, yeah) Try 'cid and get fucked up worse than my life is? (Huh?) My brain's dead weight, I'm tryna get my head straight But I can't figure out which Spice Girl I want to impregnate (Oh) And Dr. Dre said, "Slim Shady, you a basehead" (Uh-uh) "Then why's your face red? Man, you wasted" Well, since age 12, I felt like I'm someone else 'Cause I hung my original self from the top bunk with a belt Got pissed off and ripped Pamela Lee's tits off And smacked her so hard I knocked her clothes backwards like Kris Kross I smoke a fat pound of grass, and fall on my ass Faster than a fat bitch who sat down too fast Come here, slut; "Shady, wait a minute, that's my girl, dawg" I don't give a fuck, God sent me to piss the world off Hi, my name is, what? My name is, who? My name is, chka-chka, Slim Shady Hi, my name is, huh? My name is, what? My name is, chka-chka, Slim Shady Hi, my name is, what? My name is, who? My name is, chka-chka, Slim Shady Hi, my name is, huh? My name is, what? My name is, chka-chka, Slim Shady My English teacher wanted to flunk me in junior high (Shh) Thanks a lot, next semester I'll be 35 I smacked him in his face with an eraser, chased him with a stapler And stapled his nuts to a stack of paper (Ow) Walked in the strip club, had my jacket zipped up Flashed the bartender, then stuck my dick in the tip cup Extraterrestrial, running over pedestrians in a spaceship While they're screaming at me, "Let's just be friends" 99 percent of my life, I was lied to I just found out my mom does more dope than I do (Damn) I told her I'd grow up to be a famous rapper Make a record about doin' drugs and name it after her (Oh, thank you) You know you blew up when the women rush your stands And try to touch your hands like some screamin' Usher fans (Ahh, ahh, ahh) This guy at White Castle asked for my autograph (Dude, can I get your autograph?) So I signed it, "Dear Dave, thanks for the support, asshole" Hi, my name is, huh? My name is, who? My name is, chka-chka, Slim Shady Hi, my name is, what? My name is, who? My name is, chka-chka, Slim Shady Hi, my name is, huh? My name is, who? My name is, chka-chka, Slim Shady Hi, my name is, what? My name is, who? My name is, chka-chka, Slim Shady Stop the tape, this kid needs to be locked away (Get him) Dr. Dre, don't just stand there, operate I'm not ready to leave, it's too scary to die (Fuck that) I'll have to be carried inside the cemetery and buried alive (Huh, yup) Am I comin' or goin'? I can barely decide I just drank a fifth of vodka, dare me to drive? (Go ahead) All my life I was very deprived I ain't had a woman in years and my palms are too hairy to hide (Whoops) Clothes ripped like the Incredible Hulk I spit when I talk, I'll fuck anything that walks (Come here) When I was little, I used to get so hungry I would throw fits How you gonna breastfeed me, Mom? You ain't got no tits I lay awake and strap myself in the bed With a bulletproof vest on and shoot myself in the head (Bang) 'Cause I'm steamin' mad (Grr) And by the way, when you see my dad (Yeah?) Tell him that I slit his throat in this dream I had Hi, my name is, what? My name is, who? My name is, chka-chka, Slim Shady Hi, my name is, huh? My name is, what? My name is, chka-chka, Slim Shady Hi, my name is, who? My name is, huh? My name is, chka-chka, Slim Shady Hi, my name is, huh? My name is, who? My name is, chka-chka, Slim Shady

Empire State of Mind

rap

JAY-Z

{"Alicia Keys"}

Yeah Yeah, I'm out that Brooklyn, now I'm down in Tribeca Right next to De Niro, but I'll be hood forever I'm the new Sinatra, and since I made it here I can make it anywhere, yeah, they love me everywhere I used to cop in Harlem-hola, my Dominicanos (Dimelo!) Right there up on Broadway, brought me back to that McDonald's Took it to my stash spot, 560 State Street Catch me in the kitchen, like a Simmons whippin' pastry Cruisin' down 8th Street, off-white Lexus Drivin' so slow, but BK is from Texas Me? I'm out that Bed-Stuy, home of that boy Biggie Now I live on Billboard and I brought my boys with me Say what up to Ty Ty, still sippin' Mai Tais Sittin' courtside, Knicks and Nets give me high fives Nigga, I be spiked out, I could trip a referee Tell by my attitude that I'm most definitely from In New York (Ayy, aha) (Uh, yeah) Concrete jungle (Yeah) where dreams are made of There's nothin' you can't do (Yeah) (Okay) Now you're in New York (Aha, aha, aha) (Uh, yeah) These streets will make you feel brand-new (New) Big lights will inspire you (Come on) (Okay) Let's hear it for New York (You welcome, OG) (Uh) New York (Yeah), New York (Uh) (I made you hot, nigga) Catch me at the X with OG at a Yankee game Shit, I made the Yankee hat more famous than a Yankee can You should know I bleed blue, but I ain't a Crip though But I got a gang of niggas walkin' with my clique though Welcome to the meltin' pot, corners where we sellin' rock Afrika Bambaataa shit, home of the hip-hop Yellow cab, gypsy cab, dollar cab, holla back For foreigners, it ain't fair, they act like they forgot how to add Eight million stories out there in the naked City, it's a pity half of y'all won't make it Me? I gotta plug Special Ed, "I Got It Made" If Jeezy's payin' LeBron, I'm payin' Dwyane Wade Three dice cee-lo, three-card Marley Labor Day Parade-rest in peace, Bob Marley Statue of Liberty, long live the World Trade Long live the king, yo-I'm from the Empire State, that's In New York (Ayy) (Uh, yeah) Concrete jungle where dreams are made of There's nothin' you can't do (That boy good) (Okay) Now you're in New York (Welcome to the bright lights, baby) (Uh, yeah) These streets will make you feel brand-new Big lights will inspire you (Okay) Let's hear it for New York (Uh) New York (Yeah), New York (Uh) Lights is blinding, girls need blinders So they can step out of bounds quick, the side lines is Lined with casualties who sip the life casually Then gradually become worse - don't bite the apple, Eve! Caught up in the in-crowd, now you're in-style Into the winter gets cold, en vogue with your skin out City of sin is a pity on a whim Good girls gone bad, the city's filled with them Mami, took a bus trip, now she got her bust out Everybody ride her, just like a bus route "Hail Mary" to the city, you're a virgin And Jesus can't save you, life starts when the church end Came here for school, graduated to the high life Ball players, rap stars, addicted to the limelight MDMA got you feelin' like a champion The city never sleeps, better slip you a Ambien In New York (Ayy, ow) (Uh, yeah) Concrete jungle where dreams are made of There's nothin' you can't do (Okay) Now you're in New York (Uh, yeah) These streets will make you feel brand-new Big lights will inspire you (Okay) Let's hear it for New York (Uh) New York (Yeah), New York (Uh) One hand in the air for the big city (Oh) Street lights, big dreams, all lookin' pretty (Oh) No place in the world that could compare (Nah) Put your lighters in the air, everybody say "Yeah, yeah" (Come on, come on) "Yeah, yeah" (Come on) In New York (Uh, yeah) Concrete jungle where dreams are made of There's nothin' you can't do (Okay) Now you're in New York (Uh, yeah) These streets will make you feel brand-new Big lights will inspire you (Okay) Let's hear it for New York (Uh) New York (Yeah), New York (Uh)

Renegade

rap

JAY-Z

{Eminem}

Motherfuckers say that I'm foolish, I only talk about jewels (Bling-bling) Do you fools listen to music or do you just skim through it? See, I'm influenced by the ghetto you ruined The same dude you gave nothin', I made somethin' doin' What I do through and through and I give you the news with a twist, it's just his ghetto point of view The renegade, you been afraid I penetrate pop culture Bring 'em a lot closer to the block where they pop toasters And they live with they moms, got dropped roadsters From botched robberies, niggas crouched over Mami's knocked up 'cause she wasn't watched over Knocked down by some clown When child support knocked, "No, he's not around" Now, how that sound to ya? Jot it down I bring you through the ghetto without ridin' 'round Hidin' down, duckin' strays from frustrated youths stuck in they ways Just read a magazine that fucked up my day How you rate music that thugs with nothin' relate to it? I help them see they way through it, not you Can't step in my pants, can't walk in my shoes Bet everything you worth, you'll lose your tie and your shirt Since I'm in a position to talk to these kids and they listen I ain't no politician, but I'll kick it with 'em a minute 'Cause see, they call me a menace and if the shoe fits, I'll wear it But if it don't, then y'all'll swallow the truth, grin and bear it Now who's the king of these rude, ludicrous, lucrative lyrics? Who could inherit the title, put the youth in hysterics Usin' his music to steer it, sharin' his views and his merits? But there's a huge interference, they're sayin' you shouldn't hear it Maybe it's hatred I spew, maybe it's food for the spirit Maybe it's beautiful music I made for you to just cherish But I'm debated, disputed, hated and viewed in America As a motherfuckin' drug addict, like you didn't experiment? Now, now, that's when you start to stare at who's in the mirror And see yourself as a kid again, and you get embarrassed And I got nothin' to do but make you look stupid as parents You fuckin' do-gooders, too bad you couldn't do good at marriage (Haha) And do you have any clue what I had to do to get here? I don't think you do, so stay tuned and keep your ears glued to the stereo 'Cause here we go, he's Jigga-Jur-Jigga-Jih-Jigga And I'm the sinister Mr. Kiss-My-Ass is just a Renegade, never been afraid to say What's on my mind at any given time of day 'Cause I'm a renegade Never been afraid to talk about anything (Anything?), anything (Anything) Renegade, never been afraid to say What's on my mind at any given time of day 'Cause I'm a renegade Never been afraid to holler about anything (Anything?), anything (Anything) I had to hustle, my back to the wall, ashy knuckles Pockets filled with a lotta lint, not a cent Gotta vent, lotta innocent lives lost on the project bench What you hollerin'? Gotta pay rent, bring dollars in By the bodega, iron under my coat, feelin' braver Durag wrappin' my waves up, pockets full of hope Do not step to me I'm awkward, I box lefty An orphan, my pops left me And often my mama wasn't home Could not stress to me, I wasn't grown 'Specially on nights I brought somethin' home to quiet the stomach rumblings My demeanor thirty years my senior My childhood didn't mean much, only raisin' green up Raisin' my fingers to critics, raisin' my head to the sky Big, I did it, multi before I die No lie, just know I chose my own fate I drove by the fork in the road and went straight See, I'm a poet to some, a regular modern-day Shakespeare Jesus Christ, the king of these Latter-day Saints here To shatter the picture in which of that as they paint me as A monger of hate, satanist, scatter-brained atheist But that ain't the case, see, it's a matter of taste We as a people decide if Shady's as bad as they say he is Or is he the latter, a gateway to escape? Media scapegoat who they can be mad at today See, it's as easy as cake, simple as whistlin' "Dixie" While I'm wavin' the pistol at sixty Christians against me Go to war with the Mormons, take a bath with the Catholics In holy water, no wonder they tried to hold me under longer I'm a motherfuckin' spiteful, delightful eyeful The new Ice Cube, motherfuckers hate to like you What did I do? (Huh?), I'm just a kid from the gutter Makin' his butter off these bloodsuckers, 'cause I'm a motherfuckin' Renegade, never been afraid to say What's on my mind at any given time of day 'Cause I'm a renegade Never been afraid to talk about anything (Anything?), anything (Anything) Renegade, never been afraid to say What's on my mind at any given time of day 'Cause I'm a renegade Never been afraid to holler about anything (Anything?), anything (Anything) Renegade, never been afraid to say What's on my mind at any given time of day 'Cause I'm a renegade Never been afraid to talk about anything (Anything?), anything (Anything) Renegade, never been afraid to say What's on my mind at any given time of day 'Cause I'm a renegade Never been afraid to holler about anything (Anything?), anything (Anything)

All Falls Down

rap

Kanye West

{"Syleena Johnson"}

Oh, when it all, it all falls down Yeah, this the real one, baby I'm tellin' you all, it all falls down Uh, Chi-Town, stand up! Oh, when it all, it all falls down Southside, Southside We gon' set this party off right I'm tellin' you all, it all falls down Westside, Westside We gon' set this party off right Oh, when it all Man, I promise, she's so self-conscious She has no idea what she doin' in college That major that she majored in don't make no money But she won't drop out, her parents'll look at her funny Now, tell me that ain't insecurr The concept of school seems so securr Sophomore, three yurrs, ain't picked a carurr She like, "Fuck it, I'll just stay down hurr and do hair" 'Cause that's enough money to buy her a few pairs Of new Airs, 'cause her baby daddy don't really care She's so precious with the peer pressure Couldn't afford a car, so she named her daughter Alexis She had hair so long that it looked like weave Then she cut it all off, now she look like Eve And she be dealin' with some issues that you can't believe Single black female addicted to retail, and well Oh, when it all, it all falls down And when it falls down, who you gon' call now? I'm tellin' you all, it all falls down C'mon, c'mon, and when it falls down Oh, when it all Man, I promise, I'm so self-conscious That's why you always see me with at least one of my watches Rollies and Pashas done drove me crazy I can't even pronounce nothing, pass that Ver-say-see! Then I spent four hundred bucks on this Just to be like, "Nigga, you ain't up on this" And I can't even go to the grocery store Without some Ones that's clean and a shirt with a team It seem we livin' the American Dream But the people highest up got the lowest self-esteem The prettiest people do the ugliest things For the road to riches and diamond rings We shine because they hate us, floss 'cause they degrade us We tryna buy back our 40 acres And for that paper, look how low we'll stoop Even if you in a Benz, you still a nigga in a coupe Oh, when it all, it all falls down Come on, come on I'm tellin' you all, it all falls down And when it falls down, who you gon' call now? Oh, when it all, it all falls down Come on, come on I'm tellin' you all, it all falls down And when it all falls down I say, "Fuck the police," that's how I treat 'em We buy our way out of jail, but we can't buy freedom We'll buy a lot of clothes, but we don't really need 'em Things we buy to cover up what's inside 'Cause they made us hate ourself and love they wealth That's why shorty's hollerin', "Where the ballers at?" Drug dealer buy Jordan, crackhead buy crack And the white man get paid off of all of that But I ain't even gon' act holier than thou 'Cause fuck it, I went to Jacob with 25 thou Before I had a house and I'd do it again 'Cause I wanna be on 106 & Park, pushin' a Benz I want to act ballerific like it's all terrific I got a couple past-due bills, I won't get specific I got a problem with spendin' before I get it We all self-conscious, I'm just the first to admit it Oh, when it all, it all falls down C'mon, c'mon And when it falls down, who you gon' call now? I'm tellin' you all, it all falls down C'mon c'mon, and when it falls down Oh, when it all, it all falls down Southside, Southside We gon' set this party off right I'm tellin' you all, it all falls down Westside, Westside We gon' set this party off right Oh when it all, it all falls down Chi-Town, Chi-Town We gon' show 'em how we get down I'm tellin' you all, it all falls down Now, Syleena, you just like a safe belt, you saved my life C'mon Oh when it all, it all falls down I'm tellin' you all, it all falls down

N.Y. State of Mind

rap

Nas

{}

Yeah, yeah Ayo, Black-it's time, word (Word, it's time, man) It's time, man (Aight, man, begin) Yeah-straight out the fuckin' dungeons of rap Where fake niggas don't make it back I don't know how to start this shit, yo-now; Rappers; I monkey flip 'em with the funky rhythm I be kickin', musician inflictin' composition Of pain, I'm like Scarface sniffin' cocaine Holdin' an M16, see, with the pen I'm extreme Now, bullet holes left in my peepholes I'm suited up with street clothes, hand me a 9 and I'll defeat foes Y'all know my steelo, with or without the airplay I keep some E&J, sittin' bent up in the stairway Or either on the corner bettin' Grants with the cee-lo champs Laughin' at base-heads, tryna sell some broken amps G-packs get off quick, forever niggas talk shit Reminiscin' about the last time the task force flipped Niggas be runnin' through the block shootin' Time to start the revolution, catch a body, head for Houston Once they caught us off-guard, the MAC-10 was in the grass, and I ran like a cheetah, with thoughts of an assassin Picked the MAC up, told brothers "Back up!" - the MAC spit Lead was hittin' niggas, one ran, I made him back-flip Heard a few chicks scream, my arm shook, couldn't look Gave another squeeze, heard it click, "Yo, my shit is stuck!" Tried to cock it, it wouldn't shoot, now I'm in danger Finally pulled it back and saw three bullets caught up in the chamber So, now I'm jettin' to the buildin' lobby And it was full of children, prob'ly couldn't see as high as I be (So, what you sayin'?) It's like the game ain't the same Got younger niggas pullin' the triggers, bringin' fame to their name And claim some corners, crews without guns are goners In broad daylight, stick-up kids, they run up on us .45's and gauges, MAC's in fact Same niggas will catch you back-to-back, snatchin' your cracks In black, there was a snitch on the block gettin' niggas knocked So hold your stash 'til the coke price drop I know this crackhead who said she gotta smoke nice rock And if it's good, she'll bring you customers and measuring pots But yo, you gotta slide on a vacation Inside information keeps large niggas erasin' and their wives basin' It drops deep as it does in my breath I never sleep, 'cause sleep is the cousin of death Beyond the walls of intelligence, life is defined I think of crime when I'm in a New York State of Mind New York state of mind New York state of mind New York state of mind New York state of mind Be havin' dreams that I'm a gangsta, drinkin' Moëts, holdin' TEC's Makin' sure the cash came correct, then I stepped Investments in stocks, sewin' up the blocks to sell rocks Winnin' gunfights with mega-cops But just a nigga walkin' with his finger on the trigger Make enough figures until my pockets get bigger I ain't the type of brother made for you to start testin' Give me a Smith & Wesson, I'll have niggas undressin' Thinkin' of cash flow, Buddha and shelter Whenever frustrated, I'ma hijack Delta In the PJ's, my blend tape plays, bullets are strays Young bitches is grazed, each block is like a maze Full of black rats trapped, plus the Island is packed From what I hear in all the stories when my peoples come back Black, I'm livin' where the nights is jet-black The fiends fight to get crack, I just max, I dream I can sit back And lamp like Capone, with drug scripts sewn Or the legal luxury life, rings flooded with stones, homes I got so many rhymes, I don't think I'm too sane Life is parallel to Hell, but I must maintain And be prosperous, though we live dangerous Cops could just arrest me, blamin' us; we're held like hostages It's only right that I was born to use mics And the stuff that I write is even tougher than dykes I'm takin' rappers to a new plateau, through rap slow My rhymin' is a vitamin held without a capsule The smooth criminal on beat breaks Never put me in your box if your shit eats tapes The city never sleeps, full of villains and creeps That's where I learned to do my hustle, had to scuffle with freaks I'm a addict for sneakers, 20's of Buddha and bitches with beepers In the streets I can greet ya, about blunts I teach ya Inhale deep like the words of my breath I never sleep, 'cause sleep is the cousin of death I lay puzzled as I backtrack to earlier times Nothing's equivalent to the New York state of mind New York state of mind New York state of mind New York state of mind New York state of mind "Nasty Nas-"

The World Is Yours

rap

Nas

{}

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

Forever

rap

Drake, Kanye West, Lil Wayne & Eminem

{"Drake / Kanye West / Lil Wayne & Eminem"}

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

Stan

rap

Eminem

{Dido}

My tea's gone cold, I'm wondering why I Got out of bed at all The morning rain clouds up my window And I can't see at all And even if I could it'd all be gray But your picture on my wall It reminds me that it's not so bad, it's not so bad My tea's gone cold, I'm wondering why I Got out of bed at all The morning rain clouds up my window And I can't see at all And even if I could it'd all be gray But your picture on my wall It reminds me that it's not so bad, it's not so bad Dear Slim, I wrote you, but you still ain't callin' I left my cell, my pager and my home phone at the bottom I sent two letters back in autumn, you must not've got 'em There probably was a problem at the post office or somethin' Sometimes I scribble addresses too sloppy when I jot 'em But anyways, fuck it, what's been up, man? How's your daughter? My girlfriend's pregnant too, I'm 'bout to be a father If I have a daughter, guess what I'ma call her? I'ma name her Bonnie I read about your Uncle Ronnie too, I'm sorry I had a friend kill himself over some bitch who didn't want him I know you probably hear this every day, but I'm your biggest fan I even got the underground shit that you did with Skam I got a room full of your posters and your pictures, man I like the shit you did with Rawkus too, that shit was phat Anyways, I hope you get this, man, hit me back Just to chat, truly yours, your biggest fan, this is Stan My tea's gone cold, I'm wondering why I Got out of bed at all The morning rain clouds up my window And I can't see at all And even if I could it'd all be gray But your picture on my wall It reminds me that it's not so bad, it's not so bad Dear Slim, you still ain't called or wrote, I hope you have a chance I ain't mad, I just think it's fucked up you don't answer fans If you didn't want to talk to me outside your concert, you didn't have to But you coulda signed an autograph for Matthew That's my little brother, man, he's only six years old We waited in the blisterin' cold For you, for four hours, and you just said no That's pretty shitty, man, you're like his fuckin' idol He wants to be just like you, man, he likes you more than I do I ain't that mad, though I just don't like bein' lied to Remember when we met in Denver? You said if I'd write you, you would write back See, I'm just like you in a way: I never knew my father neither He used to always cheat on my mom and beat her I can relate to what you're sayin' in your songs So when I have a shitty day, I drift away and put 'em on 'Cause I don't really got shit else So that shit helps when I'm depressed I even got a tattoo with your name across the chest Sometimes I even cut myself to see how much it bleeds It's like adrenaline, the pain is such a sudden rush for me See, everything you say is real, and I respect you 'cause you tell it My girlfriend's jealous 'cause I talk about you 24/7 But she don't know you like I know you, Slim, no one does She don't know what it was like for people like us growin' up You gotta call me, man, I'll be the biggest fan you'll ever lose Sincerely yours, Stan-P.S. We should be together too My tea's gone cold, I'm wondering why I Got out of bed at all The morning rain clouds up my window And I can't see at all And even if I could it'd all be gray But your picture on my wall It reminds me that it's not so bad, it's not so bad Dear Mr. I'm-Too-Good-to-Call-or-Write-My-Fans This'll be the last package I ever send your ass It's been six months, and still no word-I don't deserve it? I know you got my last two letters, I wrote the addresses on 'em perfect So this is my cassette I'm sendin' you, I hope you hear it I'm in the car right now, I'm doin' 90 on the freeway Hey, Slim, I drank a fifth of vodka, you dare me to drive? You know the song by Phil Collins, "In the Air of the Night" About that guy who coulda saved that other guy from drownin' But didn't, then Phil saw it all, then at a show he found him? That's kinda how this is: you coulda rescued me from drownin' Now it's too late, I'm on a thousand downers now-I'm drowsy And all I wanted was a lousy letter or a call I hope you know I ripped all of your pictures off the wall I loved you, Slim, we coulda been together-think about it! You ruined it now, I hope you can't sleep and you dream about it And when you dream I hope you can't sleep and you scream about it I hope your conscience eats at you and you can't breathe without me See, Slim-shut up, bitch! I'm tryin' to talk Hey, Slim, that's my girlfriend screamin' in the trunk But I didn't slit her throat, I just tied her up-see? I ain't like you 'Cause if she suffocates she'll suffer more and then she'll die too Well, gotta go, I'm almost at the bridge now Oh, shit, I forgot-how am I supposed to send this shit out?! My tea's gone cold, I'm wondering why I Got out of bed at all The morning rain clouds up my window And I can't see at all And even if I could it'd all be gray But your picture on my wall It reminds me that it's not so bad, it's not so bad Dear Stan, I meant to write you sooner, but I just been busy You said your girlfriend's pregnant now, how far along is she? Look, I'm really flattered you would call your daughter that And here's an autograph for your brother; I wrote it on a Starter cap I'm sorry I didn't see you at the show, I must've missed you Don't think I did that shit intentionally just to diss you But what's this shit you said about you like to cut your wrists too? I say that shit just clownin', dawg, come on, how fucked up is you? You got some issues, Stan, I think you need some counselin' To help your ass from bouncin' off the walls when you get down some And what's this shit about us meant to be together? That type of shit'll make me not want us to meet each other I really think you and your girlfriend need each other Or maybe you just need to treat her better I hope you get to read this letter, I just hope it reaches you in time Before you hurt yourself, I think that you'll be doin' just fine If you relax a little, I'm glad I inspire you, but Stan Why are you so mad? Try to understand that I do want you as a fan I just don't want you to do some crazy shit I seen this one shit on the news a couple weeks ago that made me sick Some dude was drunk and drove his car over a bridge And had his girlfriend in the trunk, and she was pregnant with his kid And in the car they found a tape, but they didn't say who it was to Come to think about it, his name was-it was you Damn...

21 Questions

rap

50 Cent

{"Nate Dogg"}

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

Still D.R.E.

rap

Dr. Dre

{"Snoop Dogg"}

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

Big Poppa

rap

The Notorious B.I.G.

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

Lose Yourself

rap

Eminem

{}

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

Changes

rap

2Pac

{Talent}

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

Hail Mary

rap

2Pac

{Outlawz,"Prince Ital Joe"}

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

Ether

rap

Nas

{}

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

Lifes a Bitch

rap

Nas

{AZ}

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

Fuck tha Police

rap

N.W.A

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

In da Club

rap

50 Cent

{}

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

It Was a Good Day

rap

Ice Cube

{}

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

Through the Wire

rap

Kanye West

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

California Love

rap

2Pac

{"Dr. Dre","Roger Troutman"}

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

Nuthin But a G Thang

rap

Dr. Dre

{"Snoop Dogg"}

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

BedRock

rap

Young Money

{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 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 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 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 (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!) 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 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 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 (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!) 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 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! 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) (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) 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 (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!)

Marshall Mathers

rap

Eminem

{}

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 You see, I'm just Marshall Mathers (Marshall Mathers) I'm just a regular guy I don't know why all the fuss about me (Fuss about me) Nobody ever gave a fuck before All they did was doubt me (Did was doubt me) Now everybody wanna run their mouth And try to take shots at me (Take shots at me) Yo, you might see me joggin', you might see me walkin' You might see me walkin' a dead Rottweiler dog With its head chopped off in the park with a spiked collar Hollerin' at him 'cause the son of a bitch won't quit barkin' Or leanin' out a window with a cocked shotgun Drivin' up the block in the car that they shot Pac in Looking for Big's killers, dressin' ridiculous Blue and red, like I don't see what the big deal is Double barrel 12-gauge bigger than Chris Wallace Pissed off 'cause Biggie and Pac just missed all this Watchin' all these cheap imitations get rich off 'em And get dollars that shoulda been theirs like they switched wallets And amidst all this Crist' poppin' and wristwatches I just sit back and just watch and just get nauseous And walk around with an empty bottle of Remy Martin Startin' shit like some twenty-six-year-old skinny Cartman (Goddamn it!) An anti-Backstreet and Ricky Martin Whose instinct's to kill *NSYNC, don't get me started These fuckin' brats can't sing and Britney's garbage What's this bitch, retarded? Give me back my sixteen dollars! All I see is sissies in magazines smilin' Whatever happened to wilin' out and being violent? Whatever happened to catchin' a good old-fashioned passionate ass-whoopin' And gettin' your shoes, coat and your hat tooken? 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) Vanilla Ice don't like me (Uh-uh), he said some shit in Vibe to spite me (Yo) Then went and dyed his hair just like me (Haha) A bunch of little kids wanna swear just like me And run around screamin' "I don't care, just bite me!" (Na-na) I think I was put here to annoy the world And destroy your little four-year-old boy or girl Plus I was put here to put fear in faggots who spray Faygo Root Beer (Hehe) And call themselves clowns 'cause they look queer Faggy 2 Dope and Silent Gay Claimin' Detroit, when y'all live twenty miles away (Fuckin' punks) And I don't wrestle, I'll knock you fuckin' faggots the fuck out Ask 'em about the club they was at when they snuck out After they ducked out the back when they saw us and bugged out (ahh) Ducked down and got paintballs shot at they truck - blaow! Look at y'all runnin' your mouth again When you ain't seen a fuckin' mile road south of 10 And I don't need help from D12 to beat up two females In make-up who may try to scratch me with Lee Nails "Slim Anus"? You damn right, slim anus I don't get fucked in mine like you two little flamin' faggots 'Cause I'm just Marshall Mathers (Marshall Mathers) I'm not a wrestler guy I'll knock you out if you talk about me (You talk about me) Come and see me on the streets alone If you assholes doubt me (Assholes doubt me) And if you wanna run your mouth Then come take your best shot at me (Best shot at me) Is it because you love me that y'all expect so much of me? You little groupie bitch, get off me, go fuck Puffy Now because of this blonde mop that's on top Of this fucked up head that I've got, I've gone pop? The underground just spunned around and did a 360 Now these kids diss me and act like some big sissies "Oh, he just did some shit with Missy So now he thinks he's too big to do some shit with MC Get-Bizzy" My fuckin' bitch mom's suin' for ten-million She must want a dollar for every pill I've been stealin' Shit, where the fuck you think I picked up the habit? All I had to do was go in her room and lift up her mattress Which is it, bitch: Mrs. Briggs or Ms. Mathers? It doesn't matter, 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 'Cause I'm just Marshall Mathers (Marshall Mathers) I'm just a regular guy I don't know why all the fuss about me (Fuss about me) Nobody ever gave a fuck before All they did was doubt me (Did was doubt me) Now everybody wanna run their mouth And try to take shots at me (Take shots at me) Because I'm just Marshall Mathers (Marshall Mathers) I'm just a regular guy I don't know why all the fuss about me (Fuss about me) Nobody ever gave a fuck before All they did was doubt me (Did was doubt me) Now everybody wanna run their mouth And try to take shots at me (Take shots at me)

Hit Em Up

rap

2Pac

{Outlawz}

Sucka-ass I ain't got no motherfuckin' friends That's why I fucked yo' bitch, you fat motherfucka! (Take money) West Side, Bad Boy killas (Take money) (You know) You know who the realest is (Take money) niggas, we bring it too That's a'ight, ha ha (Take money) First off, fuck your bitch and the clique you claim Westside when we ride, come equipped with game You claim to be a player, but I fucked your wife We bust on Bad Boys, niggas fucked for life Plus, Puffy tryna see me, weak hearts I rip Biggie Smalls and Junior M.A.F.I.A. is some mark-ass bitches We keep on comin' while we runnin' for your jewels Steady gunnin', keep on bustin' at them fools, you know the rules Lil' Caesar, go ask your homie how I'll leave ya Cut your young-ass up, leave you in pieces, now be deceased Lil' Kim, don't fuck around with real Gs Quick to snatch yo' ugly ass off the streets, so fuck peace! I'll let them niggas know it's on for life Don't let the Westside ride tonight (Ha ha) Bad Boy murdered on wax and killed Fuck with me and get yo' caps peeled, you know 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) Check this out, you motherfuckers know what time it is I don't even know why I'm on this track Y'all niggas ain't even on my level I'ma let my lil' homies ride On you bitch-made ass Bad Boy bitches, feel it! 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! 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! Peep how we do it, keep it real as penitentiary steel This ain't no freestyle battle All you niggas gettin' killed with your mouths open Tryna come up off of me, you in the clouds hopin' Smokin' dope, it's like a sherm high Niggas think they learned to fly But they burn, motherfucker, you deserve to die Talkin' about you gettin' money, but it's funny to me All you niggas livin' bummy while you fuckin' with me I'm a self-made millionaire Thug livin', out of prison, pistols in the air (ha ha) Biggie, remember when I used to let you sleep on the couch And beg a bitch to let you sleep in the house? Now it's all about Versace, you copied my style Five shots couldn't drop me, I took it and smiled Now I'm back to set the record straight With my AK, I'm still the thug that you love to hate Motherfucker, I hit 'em up! I'm from N-E-W Jers' where plenty of murders occurs No points or commas, we bring the drama to all you herbs Now go check the scenario: Lil' Cease I'll bring you fake G's to your knees, coppin' pleas in de Janeiro Little Kim, is you coked up or doped up? Get your little Junior Whopper click smoked up What the fuck, is you stupid? I take money, crash and mash through Brooklyn With my click lootin', shootin' and pollutin' your block With a 15-shot cocked Glock to your knot Outlaw MAFIA clique movin' up another notch And your pop stars popped and get mopped and dropped All your fake-ass East Coast props brainstormed and locked You's a beat biter, a Pac style taker I'll tell you to your face, you ain't shit but a faker Softer than Alizé with a chaser About to get murdered for the paper E.D.I. Mean approach the scene of the caper Like a loc, with Little Ceas' in a choke Gun totin' smoke, we ain't no motherfuckin' joke Thug Life, niggas better be knowin' We approachin' in the wide open, gun smokin' No need for hopin', it's a battle lost I got 'em crossed as soon as the funk is boppin' off Nigga, I hit 'em up! Now you tell me who won I see them, they run, hahahaha They don't wanna see us Whole Junior M.A.F.I.A. clique dressin' up tryna be us How the fuck they gonna be the mob When we always on our job? We millionaires Killin' ain't fair, but somebody gotta do it Oh yeah, Mobb Deep, you wanna fuck with us? You little young-ass motherfuckers Don't one of you niggas got sickle-cell or somethin'? You're fuckin' with me, nigga You fuck around and have a seizure or a heart attack You better back the fuck up Before you get smacked the fuck up This is how we do it on our side Any of you niggas from New York that wanna bring it, bring it! But we ain't singin', we bringin' drama Fuck you and yo' motherfuckin' mama! We gon' kill all you motherfuckers! Now when I came out I told you it was just about Biggie Then everybody had to open their mouth With a motherfuckin' opinion Well, this is how we gonna do this: fuck Mobb Deep! Fuck Biggie! Fuck Bad Boy as a staff, record label, and as a motherfuckin' crew! And if you wanna be down with Bad Boy, then fuck you too! Chino XL, fuck you too! All you motherfuckers, fuck you too! (Take money, take money) All of y'all motherfuckers, fuck you, die slow! Motherfucker, my .44 make sho' all y'all kids don't grow! You motherfuckers can't be us or see us We motherfuckin' Thug Life ridas Westside 'til we die! Out here in California, nigga, we warned ya We'll bomb on you motherfuckers! We do our job! You think you mob? Nigga, we the motherfuckin' mob! Ain't nothin' but killas And the real niggas, all you motherfuckers feel us Our shit goes triple and 4-quadruple You niggas laugh 'cause our staff got guns under they motherfuckas belts You know how it is: when we drop records, they felt You niggas can't feel it, we the realest Fuck 'em, we Bad Boy killas!

Pursuit of Happiness Nightmare

rap

Kid Cudi

{MGMT,Ratatat}

Mmmm, ay-oh Hey... Ratatat, yeah! Na-na-na-nah Na-na-na-nah 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 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 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 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 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 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 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, fuck

Till I Collapse

rap

Eminem

{"Nate Dogg"}

'Cause sometimes you just feel tired Yo, left, yo, left Feel weak and when you feel weak Yo, left, right, left You feel like you wanna just give up Yo, left, yo left But you gotta search within you Yo, left, right, left Try to find that inner strength and just pull that shit out of you Yo, left, yo left And get that motivation to not give up Yo, left, right, left And not be a quitter, no matter how bad Yo, left, yo left You wanna just fall flat on your face and collapse Yo, left, right, left 'Til I collapse I'm spillin' these raps long as you feel 'em 'Til the day that I drop you'll never say that I'm not killin' 'em 'Cause when I am not, then I'ma stop pennin' 'em And I am not hip-hop and I'm just not Eminem Subliminal thoughts, when I'ma stop sendin' 'em? Women are caught in webs, spin 'em and hock venom Adrenaline shots of penicillin could not get the illin' to stop Amoxicillin's just not real enough The criminal, cop-killin', hip-hop villain A minimal swap to cop millions of Pac listeners You're comin' with me, feel it or not You're gonna fear it like I showed ya the spirit of God lives in us You hear it a lot, lyrics to shock Is it a miracle or am I just product of pop fizzin' up? Fa' shizzle, my wizzle, this is the plot, listen up You bizzles forgot, Slizzle does not give a fuck 'Til the roof comes off, 'til the lights go out 'Til my legs give out, can't shut my mouth 'Til the smoke clears out, am I high? Perhaps I'ma rip this shit 'til my bones collapse 'Til the roof comes off, 'til the lights go out Until the roof, until the roof 'Til my legs give out, can't shut my mouth The roof comes off, the roof comes off 'Til the smoke clears out, am I high? Perhaps Until my legs, until my legs I'ma rip this shit 'til my bones collapse Give out from underneath me Music is like magic, there's a certain feelin' you get When you real and you spit, and people are feelin' your shit This is your moment, and every single minute you spend Tryna hold on to it 'cause you may never get it again So while you're in it, try to get as much shit as you can And when your run is over, just admit when it's at its end 'Cause I'm at the end of my wits with half the shit that gets in I got a list, here's the order of my list that it's in It goes: Reggie, Jay-Z, 2Pac and Biggie André from OutKast, Jada, Kurupt, Nas, and then me But in this industry I'm the cause of a lot of envy So when I'm not put on this list, the shit does not offend me That's why you see me walk around like nothing's botherin' me Even though half you people got a fuckin' problem with me You hate it, but you know respect you got to give me The press's wet dream, like Bobby and Whitney - Nate, hit me! 'Til the roof comes off, 'til the lights go out 'Til my legs give out, can't shut my mouth 'Til the smoke clears out, am I high? Perhaps I'ma rip this shit 'til my bones collapse 'Til the roof comes off, 'til the lights go out Until the roof, until the roof 'Til my legs give out, can't shut my mouth The roof comes off, the roof comes off 'Til the smoke clears out, am I high? Perhaps Until my legs, until my legs I'ma rip this shit 'til my bones collapse Give out from underneath me Soon as a verse starts, I eat at an MC's heart What is he thinking? How not to go against me, smart And it's absurd how people hang on every word I'll prob'ly never get the props I feel I ever deserve But I'll never be served, my spot is forever reserved If I ever leave Earth, that would be the death of me first 'Cause in my heart of hearts I know nothin' could ever be worse That's why I'm clever when I put together every verse My thoughts are sporadic, I act like I'm an addict I rap like I'm addicted to smack like I'm Kim Mathers But I don't wanna go forth and back in constant battles The fact is I would rather sit back and bomb some rappers So this is like a full-blown attack I'm launchin' at 'em The track is on some battlin' raps, who wants some static? 'Cause I don't really think that the fact that I'm Slim matters A plaque and platinum status is wack if I'm not the baddest, so 'Til the roof comes off, 'til the lights go out 'Til my legs give out, can't shut my mouth 'Til the smoke clears out, am I high? Perhaps I'ma rip this shit 'til my bones collapse 'Til the roof comes off, 'til the lights go out Until the roof, until the roof 'Til my legs give out, can't shut my mouth The roof comes off, the roof comes off 'Til the smoke clears out, am I high? Perhaps Until my legs, until my legs I'ma rip this shit 'til my bones collapse Give out from underneath me Until the roof, until the roof The roof comes off, the roof comes off Until my legs, until my legs Give out from underneath me I, I will not fall, I will stand tall Feels like no one could beat me

Ms. Jackson

rap

OutKast

{}

Yeah, this one right here goes out To all the baby's mamas' mamas Mamas, mamas, baby mamas' mamas Yeah, go like this I'm sorry, Ms. Jackson, ooh, I am for real Never meant to make your daughter cry I apologize a trillion times I'm sorry, Ms. Jackson, ooh, I am for real Never meant to make your daughter cry I apologize a trillion times My baby's drama mama don't like me She be doin' things like havin' them boys Come from her neighborhood to the studio, tryna fight me She needs to get a piece of the American pie and take her bite out That's my house, I'll disconnect the cable and turn the lights out And let her know her grandchild is a baby and not a pay check Private school, daycare, shit, medical bills-I pay that I love your mom and everything But see, I ain't the only one who laid down She wanna rib you up to start a custody war My lawyers stay down She never got a chance to hear my side of the story We was divided She had fish fries, cookouts for my child's birthday, I ain't invited Despite it I show her the utmost respect when I fall through All you, do is defend that lady when I call you, yeah I'm sorry, Ms. Jackson, ooh, I am for real Never meant to make your daughter cry I apologize a trillion times I'm sorry, Ms. Jackson, ooh, I am for real Never meant to make your daughter cry I apologize a trillion times Me and your daughter got a special thang goin' on You say it's puppy love; we say it's full-grown (Arroof) Hope that we feel this, feel this way forever You can plan a pretty picnic but you can't predict the weather Ms. Jackson Ten times out of nine, now if I'm lyin', find The quickest muzzle, throw it on my mouth and I'll decline King meets queen, then the puppy love thing Together dream 'bout that crib with the Goodyear swing On the oak tree, I hope we feel like this forever Forever, forever ever? Forever, ever? Forever never seems that long until you're grown And notice that the day-by-day ruler can't be too wrong Ms. Jackson, my intentions were good, I wish I could Become a magician to abracadabra all the sadder Thoughts of me, thoughts of she, thoughts of he Asking what happened to the feeling that her and me had I pray so much about it, need some knee pads It happened for a reason, one can't be mad So know this, know that everything's cool And yes, I will be present on the first day of school and graduation I'm sorry, Ms. Jackson, ooh, I am for real Never meant to make your daughter cry I apologize a trillion times I'm sorry, Ms. Jackson, ooh, I am for real Never meant to make your daughter cry I apologize a trillion times "Look at the way he treats me" Shit, look at the way you treat me You see, your little nosy-ass homegirls Done got your ass sent up the creek, G Without a paddle, you left to straddle and ride this thing on out Now you and your girl ain't speakin' no more 'Cause my dick all in her mouth Know what I'm talkin' about? Jealousy, infidelity, envy, cheating, beating In the year 2G, they be the same thing So who you placin' the blame on? You keep on singin' the same song; let bygones be bygones And you can go on and get the hell on, you and your mama I'm sorry, Ms. Jackson, ooh, I am for real Never meant to make your daughter cry I apologize a trillion times I'm sorry, Ms. Jackson, ooh, I am for real Never meant to make your daughter cry I apologize a trillion times I'm sorry, Ms. Jackson, ooh, I am for real Never meant to make your daughter cry I apologize a trillion times I'm sorry, Ms. Jackson, ooh, I am for real Never meant to make your daughter cry I apologize a trillion times

Rappers Delight

rap

Sugarhill Gang

{}

I said a hip-hop, the hippie, the hippie To the hip, hip-hop and you don't stop the rockin' To the bang-bang boogie, say up jump the boogie To the rhythm of the boogie, the beat Now, what you hear is not a test, I'm rapping to the beat And me, the groove, and my friends are gonna try to move your feet You see, I am Wonder Mike and I'd like to say hello A to the black, to the white, the red and the brown, the purple and yellow But first, I gotta bang-bang the boogie to the boogie Say up jump the boogie to the bang-bang boogie Let's rock, you don't stop Rock the rhythm that'll make your body rock Well so far you've heard my voice, a but I brought two friends along And next on the mic is my man Hank, come on, Hank, sing that song Check it out, I'm the C-A-S-AN, the O-V-A and the rest is F-L-Y You see, I go by the code of the doctor of the mix and these reasons I'll tell you why You see I'm six foot one and I'm tons of fun and I dress to a tee You see, I got more clothes than Muhammad Ali and I dress so viciously I got bodyguards, I got two big cars, that definitely ain't the wack I got a Lincoln continental and a sunroof Cadillac So after school, I take a dip in the pool, which is really on the wall I got a color TV so I can see the Knicks play basketball Hear me talking 'bout checkbooks, credit cards, more money a than a sucker could ever spend But I wouldn't give a sucker or a bum from the Rucker, not a dime 'til I made it again Everybody go, "Hotel, motel, whatcha gonna do today?" (Say what?) 'Cause I'ma get a fly girl, gonna get some spank and drive off in a def OJ Everybody go, "Hotel, motel, Holiday Inn" You see, if your girl starts acting up, then you take her friend A Master Gee, a my mellow? It's on you so what you gonna do? Well it's on and on and on, on and on The beat don't stop until the break of dawn I said a M-A-S, a T-E-R, a G with a double E I said I go by the unforgettable name of the man they call the Master Gee Well, my name is known all over the world By all the foxy ladies and the pretty girls I'm going down in history As the baddest rapper there ever could be Now I'm feeling the highs and you're feeling the lows The beat starts getting into your toes You start popping your fingers and stomping your feet And moving your body while you're sitting in your seat And then damn, you start doing the freak I said damn, a right outta your seat Then you throw your hands high in the air You're rocking to the rhythm, shake your derriere You're rocking to the beat without a care With the sure-shot MCs for the affair Now, I'm not as tall as the rest of the gang But I rap to the beat just the same I got a little face and a pair of brown eyes All I'm here to do ladies is hypnotize Singing on and on and on, on and on The beat don't stop until the break of dawn A singing on and on and on, on and on Like a hot ready to pop the pop the pop dibbie dibbie Pop the pop, pop, you don't dare stop A come alive, y'all gimme what you got I guess by now you can take a hunch And find that I am the baby of the bunch But that's okay, I still keep in stride 'Cause all I'm here to do is just a wiggle your behind Singing on and on and on, on and on The beat don't stop until the break of dawn A singing on and on and on, on and on Rock-rock, y'all, a get on the floor I'm gonna freak ya here, I'm gonna freak you there I'm gonna move you outta this atmosphere 'Cause I'm one of a kind and I'll shock your mind I'll put the t-t-tickets in your behind I said a 1-2-3-4, come on, girls, a get on the floor A come alive, y'all, a gimme what ya got 'Cause I'm guaranteed to make you rock I said 1-2-3-4, tell me Wonder Mike what are you waiting for? Said a hip-hop, the hippie to the hippie The hip, hip-a-hop and you don't stop rockin' To the bang-bang, the boogie, say up jump the boogie To the rhythm of the boogie, the beat A-skiddlee bebop, we rock a scooby doo And guess what, America, we love you A 'cause ya rock and a roll with a so much soul You could rock 'til you're hundred and one years old I don't mean to brag, I don't mean to boast But we're like hot butter on a breakfast toast We rock it up, a baby bubba Baby bubba to the boogie, the bang-bang, the boogie To the beat, beat, it's so unique Come on, everybody, and dance to the beat A hip-hop, the hippie, the hippie To the hip, hip-hop and you don't stop A rock it out, baby bubba, to the boogie, the bang-bang The boogie to the boogie, the beat I say I can't wait 'til the end of the week When I'm rapping to the rhythm of a groovy beat An attempt to raise your body heat A just blow your mind so a that you can't speak A do a thing, but a rock and shuffle your feet And let it change up to a dance called the freak And when ya finally do come into your rhythmic beat Rest a little while so ya don't get weak I know a man named Hank He has more rhymes than a serious bank So come on, Hank, a sing that song A to the rhythm of the boogie, the bang-bang, the bong Well, I'm Imp the Dimp, the ladies pimp The women fight for my delight But I'm the grandmaster with the three MCs That shock the house for the young ladies And when you come inside, into the front You do the freak, spank, and do the bump And when the sucker MCs try to prove a point We're treacherous trio, a with a serious joint A from sun to sun and from day to day I sit down and write a brand new rhyme Because they say that miracles never cease I've created a devastating masterpiece I'm gonna rock the mic 'til you can't resist Everybody, I say it goes like this Well, I was coming home late one dark afternoon Reporter stopped me for a interview She said she's heard stories and she's heard fables That I'm vicious on the mic and the turntables This young reporter, I did adore So I rocked a vicious rhyme like I never did before She said, "Damn, fly guy, I'm in love with you The Casanova legend must have been true" I said, "By the way, baby, what's your name?" Said "I go by the name Lois Lane" And you could be my boyfriend, you surely can Just let me quit my boyfriend called Superman I said, "He's a fairy, I do suppose Flying through the air in pantyhose He may be very sexy or even cute But he looks like a sucker in a blue and red suit" I said, "You need a man who's got finesse And his whole name across his chest He may be able to fly all through the night But can he rock a party 'til the early light? He can't satisfy you with his little worm But I can bust you out with my super sperm" I go do it, I go do it, I go do it, do it, do it An' I'm here and I'm there, I'm Big Bank Hank, I'm everywhere A just throw your hands up in the air And party hardy like you just don't care Let's do it, a don't stop, y'all, a tick a tock, y'all, you don't stop It go, "Hotel, motel, a what you gonna do today?" (Say what?) 'Cause I'm gon' get a fly girl, gonna get some spank and drive off in a def OJ Everybody go, "Hotel, motel, Holiday Inn" You see, if your girl starts acting up, then you take her friend I say skip, dive, what can I say? I can't fit 'em all inside my OJ So I just take half and bust them out I give the rest to Master Gee so he could shock the house It was twelve o'clock a one Friday night I was rocking to the beat and feeling alright Everybody was dancing on the floor Doing all the things they never did before And then this fly, fly girl with a sexy lean She came into the bar, she came into the scene As she traveled deeper inside the room All the fellas checked out her white Sassons She came up to the table, looked into my eyes Then she turned around and shook her behind So I said to myself, its time for me to release My vicious rhyme I call my masterpiece And now people in the house, this is just for you A little rap to make you boogaloo Now, the group ya hear is called Phase 2 And let me tell ya something we're a hell of a crew Once a week we're on the street Just a cutting the jams and making it freak For you to party, got to have the moves So we'll get right down and give you a groove For you to dance you got to be hype So we'll get right down and make ya rock Now the system's on and the girls are there You definitely have a rocking affair But let me tell ya something, there's still one fact That to have a party, got to have a rap So when the party's over you're making it home And trying to sleep before the break of dawn And while ya sleeping, you start to dream And thinking how ya danced on the disco scene A name appears in your mind Yeah, a name you know that was right on time It was Phase 2 a just a doing the do Rocking ya down 'cause ya know we could To the rhythm of the beat that makes ya freak A come alive, girls, a get on your feet To the rhythm of the beat, to the beat, the beat To the double beat-beat that it makes ya freak To the rhythm of the beat that says you go on On and on until the break of dawn Now I got a man coming on right now He's guaranteed to throw down He goes by the name of Wonder Mike A come on, Wonder Mike, do what ya like I say, a can of beer that's sweeter than honey Like a millionaire that has no money Like a rainy day that is not wet Like a gambling fiend that does not bet Like Dracula without his fangs Like the boogie to the boogie without the boogie-bang Like collard greens that don't taste good Like a tree that's not made out of wood Like going up and not coming down Is just like the beat without the sound, no sound To the beat, beat, ya do the freak Everybody just rock and dance to the beat Have you ever went over a friend's house to eat And the food just ain't no good? I mean the macaroni's soggy, the peas are mushed And the chicken tastes like wood A so you try to play it off like you think you can By saying that you're full And then your friend says, "Mama, he's just being polite He ain't finished, uh-uh, that's bull" A so your heart starts pumping and you think of a lie And you say that you already ate And your friend says, "Man, there's plenty of food" So you pile some more on your plate But while the stinky food's steaming, your mind starts to dreaming Of the moment that it's time to leave And then you look at your plate and your chicken's slowly rotting Into something that looks like cheese Oh, so you say that's it, I got to leave this place I don't care what these people think I'm just sitting here making myself nauseous With this ugly food that stinks Oh, so you bust out the door while it's still closed Still sick from the food you ate And then you run to the store for quick relief From a bottle of Kaopectate And then you call your friend a two weeks later To see how he has been And he says "I understand about the food Baby bubba, but we're still friends" A with a hip-hop, the hippie to the hippie The hip, hip-hop and you don't stop the rockin' To the bang-bang boogie, say up jump the boogie To the rhythm of the boogie, the beat I said, "A Hank, a can ya rock? Can ya rock to the rhythm that just don't stop? A can ya hip me to the shoobie doo?" I said, "A come on, make, m-make the people move" I go toot the horns and then ring the bell Because I am the man with the clientele And if ya ask me why I rock so well I'm Big Bank, I got clientele And from the time I was only six years old I never forgot what I was told It was the best advice that I ever had It came from my wise dear old dad He said, "Sit down, punk, I wanna talk to you And don't say a word until I'm through Now there's a time to laugh, a time to cry A time to live and a time to die A time to break and a time to chill To act civilized or act real ill But whatever ya do in your lifetime Ya never let a MC steal your rhyme" So from '66 to this very day I'll always remember what he had to say So when the sucker MCs try to chump my style I let them know that I'm versatile I got style, finesse and a little black book That's filled with rhymes and I know you wanna look But the thing that separates you from me And that is called originality Because my rhymes are on from what you've heard I didn't even bite, not a god**** word And I say a little more later on tonight So the sucker MCs can bite all night A tick a tock, y'all, a beat-beat y'all A lets rock, y'all, ya don't stop It go, "Hotel, motel, a whatcha gonna do today?" (Say what?) 'Cause I'ma get a fly girl, gonna get some spank, and drive off in a def OJ Everybody go, "Hotel, motel, Holiday Inn" You see, if your girl starts acting up, then you take her friends A like that, y'all, a to the beat, y'all A beat-beat, y'all, ya don't stop A Master Gee, am I mellow? It's on you, so whatcha gonna do? Well, like Johnny Carson on the late show A like Frankie Crocker in stereo A like the Bar-Kays singing "Holy Ghost" The sounds I throw down, a they're played the most Just a like my man, a Captain Sky Whose name he earned with his super sperm We rock and we don't stop A get off, y'all, I'm here to give you whatcha got A to the beat that it makes you freak And come alive girl, a get on your feet A like a Perry Mason without a case Like Farrah Fawcett without her face Like the Bar-Kays on the mic Like getting right down for you tonight Like moving your body so ya don't know how Right to the rhythm and throw down Like coming alive to the Master Gee The brother who rocks so viciously I said the age of one, my life begun At the age of two, I was doing the do At the age of three, it was you and me Rocking to the sounds of the Master Gee At the age of four, I was on the floor Giving all the freaks what they bargained for At the age of five, I didn't take no jive 'Cause with the Master Gee, it's all the way live At the age of six, I was a picking up sticks Rapping to the beat, my stick was fixed At the age of seven, I was rocking in heaven Don't ya know I went off? I gotta run on down to the beat, you see Getting right on down, making all the girls Just take of their clothes to the beat, the beat To the double beat-beat that makes you freak At the age of eight I was a really great 'Cause every night, you see, I had a date At the age of nine I was a right on time 'Cause every night I had a party rhyme We're going on and on, and on, on and on The beat don't stop until the break of dawn A saying on and on, and on, on and on Like a hot buttered the pop the pop the popcorn A going on and on, and don't ya dare stop A rock-rock, y'all, a gimme what ya got 'Cause I'm a hell of a man when I'm on the mic I am the definite freak's delight I'm a hell of a man when I'm on the mic I am the definite freak's delight They call me the Master Gee, you see The brother who rocks so viciously I'm gonna move ya here, I'm gonna move ya there I'm gonna move you outta this atmosphere 'Cause I'm one of a kind and I'll shocks your mind I'll put the t-t-tickets in your behind Said, just rock it to the east and move it to the west Move it toward the lady you love-love the best Master Gee, get it on Taggin' all the girls, goin' down (Gimme time, I'ma shock your mind) (A come and jig-jig-jigglin' your behind)

Stronger

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Kanye West

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Work it, make it, do it, makes us Harder, better, faster, stronger N-Now th-that that don't kill me Can only make me stronger I need you to hurry up now 'Cause I can't wait much longer I know I got to be right now 'Cause I can't get much wronger Man, I've been waiting all night now That's how long I been on ya (Work it harder, make it better Do it faster, makes us stronger) (I need you right now!) (More than ever, hour after hour Work-) (I need you right now!) Let's get lost tonight You could be my black Kate Moss tonight Play secretary, I'm the boss tonight And you don't give a fuck what they all say, right? Awesome, the Christian in Christian Dior Damn, they don't make 'em like this anymore I ask, 'cause I'm not sure Do anybody make real shit anymore? Bow in the presence of greatness 'Cause right now, thou hast forsaken us You should be honored by my lateness That I would even show up to this fake shit So go ahead, go nuts, go apeshit! 'Specially in my Pastellé, on my Bape shit Act like you can't tell who made this New Gospel, homie, take six And take this, haters! N-Now th-that that don't kill me Can only make me stronger I need you to hurry up now 'Cause I can't wait much longer I know I got to be right now 'Cause I can't get much wronger Man, I've been waiting all night now That's how long I been on ya (Work it harder, make it better Do it faster, makes us stronger) (I need you right now!) (More than ever, hour after hour Work-) (I need you right now!) Me likey! I don't know if you got a man or not If you made plans or not If God put me in your plans or not I'm trippin', this drink got me saying a lot But I know that God put you in front of me So how the hell could you front on me? There's a thousand you's, there's only one of me I'm trippin', I'm caught up in the moment, right? 'Cause it's Louis Vuitton Don night So we gon' do everything that Kan like Heard they'd do anything for a Klondike Well, I'd do anything for a blonde dyke And she'll do anything for the limelight And we'll do anything when the time's right Uh, baby, you're makin' it- (Harder, better, faster, stronger) N-Now th-that that don't kill me (Oh) Can only make me stronger (Oh) I need you to hurry up now (Oh) 'Cause I can't wait much longer (Oh) I know I got to be right now (Oh) 'Cause I can't get much wronger (Oh) Man, I've been waiting all night now That's how long I been on ya (Work it harder, make it better Do it faster, makes us stronger) (I need you right now!) (I need you right now!) You know how long I've been on ya Since Prince was on Apollonia Since O.J. had Isotoners Don't act like I never told ya Don't act like I never told ya Don't act like I never told ya Don't act like I never told ya Don't act like I never told ya Baby, you're makin' it (Harder, better, faster, stronger) N-Now th-that that don't kill me Can only make me stronger I need you to hurry up now 'Cause I can't wait much longer I know I got to be right now 'Cause I can't get much wronger Man, I've been waiting all night now That's how long I been on ya (Work it harder, make it better Do it faster, makes us stronger) (I need you right now!) (I need you right now!) Right now! Work it harder, make it better Do it faster, makes us stronger (I need you right now!) (I need you right now!) You know how long I've been on ya Since Prince was on Apollonia Since O.J. had Isotoners Don't act like I never told ya You know how long I've been on ya Since Prince was on Apollonia Since O.J. had Isotoners Don't act like I never told ya Told ya, told ya Never told ya...told ya, told ya, told ya Never told ya...told ya, told ya, told ya Never told ya...told ya, told ya, told ya Never told ya...told ya, told ya, told ya Never over...Never over... Never over... Never over... Never over...Never over... Never over... Never over... (Harder, better, faster, stronger) Work it harder, make it better Do it faster, makes us stronger More than ever, hour after hour Work is never over Work it harder, make it better Do it faster, makes us stronger More than ever, hour after hour Work is never over Work it harder, make it better Do it faster, makes us stronger More than ever, hour after hour Work is never over Work it harder, make it better Do it faster, makes us stronger More than ever, hour after hour Work is never over

Not Afraid

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Eminem

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I'm not afraid (I'm not afraid) Yeah To take a stand (To take a stand) It's been a ride Everybody (Everybody) I guess I had to Come take my hand (Come take my hand) Go to that place to get to this one We'll walk this road together, through the storm Now some of you Whatever weather, cold or warm Might still be in that place Just lettin' you know that you're not alone If you're tryna get out Holla if you feel like you've been down the same road Just follow me, I'll get you there You can try and read my lyrics off of this paper before I lay 'em But you won't take the sting out these words before I say 'em 'Cause ain't no way I'ma let you stop me from causin' mayhem When I say I'ma do somethin', I do it, I don't give a damn what you think I'm doin' this for me, so fuck the world Feed it beans, it's gassed up if it thinks it's stoppin' me I'ma be what I set out to be, without a doubt, undoubtably And all those who look down on me, I'm tearin' down your balcony No ifs, ands or buts, don't try to ask him why or how can he From Infinite down to the last Relapse album he's Still shittin' whether he's on salary, paid hourly Until he bows out or he shits his bowels out of him Whichever comes first, for better or worse He's married to the game Like a "fuck you" for Christmas, his gift is a curse Forget the Earth, he's got the urge to pull his dick from the dirt And fuck the whole universe I'm not afraid (I'm not afraid) To take a stand (To take a stand) Everybody (Everybody) Come take my hand (Come take my hand) We'll walk this road together, through the storm Whatever weather, cold or warm Just lettin' you know that you're not alone Holla if you feel like you've been down the same road Okay, quit playin' with the scissors and shit, and cut the crap I shouldn't have to rhyme these words in a rhythm for you to know it's a wrap You said you was king, you lied through your teeth For that, fuck your feelings Instead of gettin' crowned, you're gettin' capped And to the fans, I'll never let you down again, I'm back I promise to never go back on that promise In fact, let's be honest, that last Relapse CD was "ehh" Perhaps I ran them accents into the ground Relax, I ain't goin' back to that now All I'm tryna say is get back, click-clack-blaow! 'Cause I ain't playin' around There's a game called circle and I don't know how I'm way too up to back down But I think I'm still tryna figure this crap out Thought I had it mapped out But I guess I didn't, this fuckin' black cloud still follows me around But it's time to exorcise these demons These ma'fuckers are doin' jumpin' jacks now I'm not afraid (I'm not afraid) To take a stand (To take a stand) Everybody (Everybody) Come take my hand (Come take my hand) We'll walk this road together, through the storm Whatever weather, cold or warm Just lettin' you know that you're not alone Holla if you feel like you've been down the same road And I just can't keep livin' this way So startin' today I'm breakin' out of this cage I'm standin' up, I'ma face my demons I'm mannin' up, I'ma hold my ground I've had enough, now I'm so fed up Time to put my life back together right now It was my decision to get clean, I did it for me Admittedly I probably did it subliminally for you So I could come back a brand-new me You helped see me through And don't even realize what you did, 'cause believe me you I've been through the wringer But they can do little to the middle finger I think I got a tear in my eye, I feel like the king of My world, haters can make like bees with no stingers And drop dead: no more beef lingers No more drama from now on, I promise To focus solely on handlin' my responsibilities as a father So I solemnly swear to always treat this roof like my daughters and raise it You couldn't lift a single shingle on it 'Cause the way I feel, I'm strong enough to go to the club Or the corner pub and lift the whole liquor counter up 'Cause I'm raisin' the bar I'd shoot for the moon, but I'm too busy gazin' at stars I feel amazin', and I'm- I'm not afraid (I'm not afraid) To take a stand (To take a stand) Everybody (Everybody) Come take my hand (Come take my hand) We'll walk this road together, through the storm Whatever weather, cold or warm Just lettin' you know that you're not alone Holla if you feel like you've been down the same road

Straight Outta Compton

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N.W.A

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You are now about to witness the strength of street knowledge Straight outta Compton! Crazy motherfucker named Ice Cube From the gang called Niggas Wit Attitudes When I'm called off, I got a sawed-off Squeeze the trigger, and bodies are hauled off You too, boy, if you fuck with me The police are gonna have to come and get me Off your ass, that's how I'm going out For the punk motherfuckers that's showing out Niggas start to mumble, they wanna rumble Mix 'em and cook 'em in a pot, like gumbo Going off on the motherfucker like that With a gat that's pointed at your ass So give it up smooth Ain't no telling when I'm down for a jack move Here's a murder rap to keep y'all dancin' With a crime record like Charles Manson AK-47 is the tool Don't make me act a motherfucking fool Me you can go toe to toe, no maybe I'm knocking niggas out the box, daily Yo, weekly, monthly and yearly Until them dumb motherfuckers see clearly That I'm down with the capital C-P-T Boy, you can't fuck with me So when I'm in your neighborhood, you better duck 'Cause Ice Cube is crazy as fuck As I leave, believe I'm stompin' But when I come back boy, I'm coming straight outta Compton (Compton Compton Compton) (City of Compton, City of Compton) Yo, Ren! (What's up?) Tell 'em where you from! Straight outta Compton, another crazy-ass nigga More punks I smoke, yo, my rep gets bigger I'm a bad motherfucker, and you know this But the pussy-ass niggas won't show this But I don't give a fuck, I'ma make my snaps If not from the records, from jacking or craps Just like burglary, the definition is jacking And when I'm legally armed it's called packing Shoot a motherfucker in a minute I find a good piece of pussy and go up in it So if you're at a show in the front row I'ma call you a bitch or dirty-ass ho You'll probably get mad like a bitch is supposed to But that shows me, slut, you're not opposed to A crazy motherfucker from the street Attitude legit, 'cause I'm tearing up shit MC Ren controls the automatic For any dumb motherfucker that starts static Not the right hand, 'cause I'm the hand itself Every time I pull an AK off the shelf The security is maximum and that's a law R-E-N spells Ren, but I'm raw See, 'cause I'm the motherfucking villain The definition is clear, you're the witness of a killin' That's taking place without a clue And once you're on the scope, your ass is through Look, you might take it as a trip But a nigga like Ren is on a gangsta tip Straight outta Compton (Compton Compton Compton) (City of Compton, City of Compton) Eazy is his name, and the boy is coming Straight outta Compton Is a brother that'll smother your mother And make your sister think I love her Dangerous motherfucker raising hell And if I ever get caught, I make bail See, I don't give a fuck, that's the problem I see a motherfucking cop, I don't dodge him But I'm smart, lay low, creep a while And when I see a punk pass, I smile To me it's kinda funny, the attitude showing a nigga driving But don't know where the fuck he's going, just rolling Looking for the one they call Eazy But here's a flash, they'll never seize me Ruthless, never seen, like a shadow in the dark Except when I unload You see a spark and jump over hesitation And hear the scream of the one who got the last penetration Feel a little gust of wind and I'm jetting But leave a memory no one'll be forgetting So what about the bitch who got shot? Fuck her! You think I give a damn about a bitch? I ain't a sucker This is an autobiography of the E And if you ever fuck with me You'll get taken by a stupid dope brother who will smother Word to the motherfucker, straight outta Compton (Compton Compton Compton) (City of Compton, City of Compton) Damn, that shit was dope!

Heartless

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Kanye West

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In the night, I hear 'em talk The coldest story ever told Somewhere far along this road He lost his soul to a woman so heartless How could you be so heartless? Oh, how could you be so heartless? How could you be so Cold as the winter wind when it breeze, yo? Just remember that you talkin' to me though You need to watch the way you talkin' to me, yo I mean, after all the things that we been through I mean, after all the things we got into Ayo, I know of some things that you ain't told me Ayo, I did some things but that's the old me And now you wanna get me back and you gon' show me So you walk around like you don't know me You got a new friend, well, I got homies But in the end, it's still so lonely In the night, I hear 'em talk The coldest story ever told Somewhere far along this road He lost his soul to a woman so heartless How could you be so heartless? Oh, how could you be so heartless? How could you be so Dr. Evil? You're bringin' out a side of me that I don't know I decided we wasn't gon' speak so Why we up 3 AM on the phone? Why do she be so mad at me fo'? Homie, I don't know, she's hot and cold I won't stop, won't mess my groove up 'Cause I already know how this thing go You run and tell your friends that you're leavin' me They say that they don't see what you see in me You wait a couple of months, then you gon' see You'll never find nobody better than me In the night, I hear 'em talk (Me) The coldest story ever told Somewhere far along this road He lost his soul to a woman so heartless How could you be so heartless? Oh, how could you be so heartless? Talk and talk and talk and talk Baby, let's just knock it off They don't know what we been through They don't know 'bout me and you So I got somethin' new to see And you just gon' keep hatin' me And we just gon' be enemies I know you can't believe I could just leave it wrong And you can't make it right I'm gon' take off tonight into the night In the night, I hear 'em talk The coldest story ever told Somewhere far along this road He lost his soul to a woman so heartless How could you be so heartless? (How, how?) Oh, how could you be so heartless? On and on and on and on And on and, and on and on and on

99 Problems

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JAY-Z

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If you're havin' girl problems, I feel bad for you, son I got 99 problems, but a bitch ain't one I've got the Rap Patrol on the gat patrol Foes that wanna make sure my casket's closed Rap critics that say he's Money, Cash, Hoes I'm from the hood, stupid! What type of facts are those? If you grew up with holes in your zapatos You'd celebrate the minute you was havin' dough I'm like, "Fuck critics, you can kiss my whole asshole! If you don't like my lyrics, you can press fast forward." Got beef with radio if I don't play they show They don't play my hits, well, I don't give a shit, so Rap mags try and use my black ass So advertisers can give 'em more cash for ads Fuckers, I don't know what you take me as Or understand the intelligence that Jay Z has I'm from rags to riches, niggas, I ain't dumb I got 99 problems, but a bitch ain't one - hit me! 99 problems, but a bitch ain't one If you're havin' girl problems, I feel bad for you, son I got 99 problems, but a bitch ain't one - hit me! The year is '94, in my trunk is raw In my rearview mirror is the motherfuckin' law Got two choices, y'all: pull over the car or Bounce on the devil, put the pedal to the floor And I ain't tryin' to see no highway chase with Jake Plus I got a few dollars, I can fight the case So I pull over to the side of the road I heard, "Son, do you know why I'm stopping you for?" 'Cause I'm young and I'm black and my hat's real low? Do I look like a mind reader, sir? I don't know Am I under arrest or should I guess some more? "Well, you was doing 55 in a 54 License and registration and step out of the car Are you carrying a weapon on you? I know a lot of you are." I ain't steppin' out of shit, all my paper's legit "Well, do you mind if I look around the car a little bit?" Well, my glove compartment is locked, so is the trunk in the back And I know my rights, so you gon' need a warrant for that "Aren't you sharp as a tack? You some type of lawyer or something? Somebody important or something?" Well, I ain't passed the bar, but I know a little bit Enough that you won't illegally search my shit "Well, we'll see how smart you are when the K9 come!" I got 99 problems, but a bitch ain't one - hit me! 99 problems, but a bitch ain't one If you're havin' girl problems, I feel bad for you, son I got 99 problems, but a bitch ain't one - hit me! 99 problems, but a bitch ain't one If you're havin' girl problems, I feel bad for you, son I got 99 problems, but a bitch ain't one Now once upon a time not too long ago A nigga like myself had to strong-arm a ho This is not a ho in the sense of havin' a pussy But a pussy havin' no goddamn sense, try and push me I try to ignore him, talk to the Lord Pray for him, but some fools just love to perform You know the type, loud as a motorbike But wouldn't bust a grape in a fruit fight And only thing that's gon' happen is I'ma get to clappin' And he and his boys gonna be yappin' to the Captain And there I go, trapped in the Kit-Kat again Back through the system with the riff-raff again Fiends on the floor, scratchin' again Paparazzis with they cameras, snappin' em D.A. try to give a nigga shaft again Half a mil' for bail 'cause I'm African All because this fool was harassin' them Tryin' to play the boy like he's saccharine But ain't nothin' sweet 'bout how I hold my gun I got 99 problems, bein' a bitch ain't one - hit me! 99 problems, but a bitch ain't one If you're havin' girl problems, I feel bad for you, son I got 99 problems, but a bitch ain't one - hit me! You crazy for this one, Rick It's your boy

No Love

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Eminem

{"Lil Wayne"}

Love, love Love, love, love Don't hurt me Don't hurt me no more Young Money, yeah No more Love Throw dirt on me and grow a wildflower But it's "Fuck the world," get a child out her Yeah, my life a bitch, but you know nothing 'bout her Been to hell and back, I can show you vouchers (No love) I'm rollin' Sweets, I'm smokin' sour Married to the game, but she broke her vows That's why my bars are full of broken bottles And my nightstands are full of open Bibles Uh, I think about more than I forget But I don't go around fire expectin' not to sweat And these niggas know I lay 'em down, make your bed Bitches try to kick me while I'm down, I'll break your leg Money outweighin' problems on a triple beam I'm stickin' to the script, you niggas skippin' scenes Uh, be good or be good at it Fuckin' right, I got my gun, semi-Cartermatic Yeah, put a dick in they mouth, so I guess it's fuck what they say I'm high as a bitch, up, up and away Man, I'll come down in a couple of days Okay, you want me up in the cage? Then I'll come out in beast mode I got this world stuck in the safe, combination is the G code It's Weezy, motherfucker, Blood gang, and I'm in bleed mode All about my dough, but I don't even check the peephole So you can keep knockin', but won't knock me down No love lost, no love found It's a little too late to say that you're sorry now (Yeah) You kicked me when I was down But what you say just don't (Hurt me) That's right, it don't (Hurt me) And I don't need you (No more) Don't wanna see you (No more) Ha, bitch, you get no (Love) You showed me nothing but hate (Haha!) You ran me into the ground But what comes around goes around (Yeah) And I don't need you (Don't hurt me) That's right, you don't (Hurt me) And I don't need you (No more) Don't wanna see you Ha, bitch, you get (No love) No! (No love) No! (No love) No! (No love) Ha, bitch, you get (No love) No! (No love) No! (No love) And I don't need you (No more) Get 'em! I'm alive again, more alive than I have been In my whole entire life, I can (Yeah) See these people's ears perk up as I begin to spaz with the pen Uh, I'm a little bit sicker than most Shit's finna get thick again, they say the competition is stiff But I get a hard dick from this shit, now stick it in I ain't never giving in again (Yeah) Caution to the wind, complete freedom Look at these rappers, how I treat 'em So why the fuck would I join 'em when I beat 'em? (Yeah!) They call me a freak, 'cause I like to Spit on these pussies 'fore I eat 'em (Haha) Man, get these wack cocksuckers off stage! Where the fuck is Kanye when you need him? (Oh!) Snatch the mic from 'em, bitch, I'ma let you finish in a minute Yeah, that rap was tight, but I'm (Yeah!) 'Bout to spit the greatest verse of all time So you might want to go back to the lab tonight and, um (Yeah!) Scribble out them rhymes you were gonna spit And start over from scratch and write new ones But I'm afraid that it ain't gonna make no difference When I rip this stage and tear it in half tonight It's an adrenaline rush to feel the bass thump From the place all the way to the parking lot, fellow Set fire to the mic and ignite the crowd (Yeah) You can see the sparks from hot metal (Yeah) Cold-hearted, from the day I Bogarted The game, my soul started to rot, fellow (Yeah) When I'm not even in my harshest You can still get roasted, 'cause Marsh is not mellow 'Til I'm topplin' from the top, I'm not gonna stop I'm standin' on my Monopoly board (Uh) That means I'm on top of my game And it don't stop 'til my hip don't hop anymore (Shit) When you're so good that you can't say it 'Cause it ain't even cool for you to sound cocky anymore (Shit) People just get sick 'cause you spit These fools can't drool or dribble a drop anymore (Ow!) And you can never break my stride (Nope) You'll never slow the momentum at any moment I'm 'bout to blow, you'll never take my pride Killin' the flow, slow venom And the opponent is gettin' no mercy, mark my words Ain't lettin' up, relentless, I smell blood I don't give a fuck, keep givin' them hell Where was you when I fell and needed help up? You get no love It's a little too late to say that you're sorry now (Uh) You kicked me when I was down But what you say just don't (Hurt me) Yeah, that's right, it don't (Hurt me) And I don't need you (No more) Don't wanna see you (No more) Ha, bitch, you get no (Love) You showed me nothing but hate (Yeah!) You ran me into the ground But what comes around goes around And I don't need you (Don't hurt me) That's right, you don't (Hurt me) And I don't need you (No more) Don't wanna see you Ha, bitch, you get (No love) No! (No love) No! (No love) No! (No love) Ha, bitch, you get (No love) No! (No love) No! (No love) And I don't need you (No more) Ha, bitch, you get (No love)

The Real Slim Shady

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Eminem

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May I have your attention, please? May I have your attention, please? Will the real Slim Shady please stand up? I repeat, will the real Slim Shady please stand up? We're gonna have a problem here... Y'all act like you never seen a white person before Jaws all on the floor like Pam like Tommy just burst in the door And started whoopin' her ass worse than before They first were divorced, throwin' her over furniture (Agh!) It's the return of the "Oh, wait, no way, you're kidding He didn't just say what I think he did, did he?" And Dr. Dre said... nothing, you idiots! Dr. Dre's dead, he's locked in my basement (Ha ha!) Feminist women love Eminem "Chicka, chicka, chicka, Slim Shady, I'm sick of him Look at him, walkin' around, grabbin' his you-know-what Flippin' the you-know-who," "Yeah, but he's so cute though" Yeah, I probably got a couple of screws up in my head loose But no worse than what's goin' on in your parents' bedrooms Sometimes I wanna get on TV and just let loose But can't, but it's cool for Tom Green to hump a dead moose "My bum is on your lips, my bum is on your lips" And if I'm lucky, you might just give it a little kiss And that's the message that we deliver to little kids And expect them not to know what a woman's clitoris is Of course, they're gonna know what intercourse is By the time they hit fourth grade They've got the Discovery Channel, don't they? We ain't nothin' but mammals-well, some of us, cannibals Who cut other people open like cantaloupes But if we can hump dead animals and antelopes Then there's no reason that a man and another man can't elope But if you feel like I feel, I got the antidote Women, wave your pantyhose, sing the chorus, and it goes- I'm Slim Shady, yes, I'm the real Shady All you other Slim Shadys are just imitating So won't the real Slim Shady please stand up Please stand up, please stand up? 'Cause I'm Slim Shady, yes, I'm the real Shady All you other Slim Shadys are just imitating So won't the real Slim Shady please stand up Please stand up, please stand up? Will Smith don't gotta cuss in his raps to sell records (Nope) Well, I do, so fuck him and fuck you too! You think I give a damn about a GRAMMY? Half of you critics can't even stomach me, let alone stand me "But Slim, what if you win, wouldn't it be weird?" Why, so you guys could just lie to get me here? So you can sit me here next to Britney Spears? Shit, Christina Aguilera better switch me chairs So I can sit next to Carson Daly and Fred Durst And hear 'em argue over who she gave head to first Little bitch put me on blast on MTV "Yeah, he's cute, but I think he's married to Kim, hee-hee" I should download her audio on MP3 And show the whole world how you gave Eminem VD (Agh!) I'm sick of you little girl and boy groups All you do is annoy me, so I have been sent here to destroy you And there's a million of us just like me Who cuss like me, who just don't give a fuck like me Who dress like me; walk, talk and act like me And just might be the next best thing, but not quite me 'Cause I'm Slim Shady, yes, I'm the real Shady All you other Slim Shadys are just imitating So won't the real Slim Shady please stand up Please stand up, please stand up? 'Cause I'm Slim Shady, yes, I'm the real Shady All you other Slim Shadys are just imitating So won't the real Slim Shady please stand up Please stand up, please stand up? I'm like a head trip to listen to, 'cause I'm only givin' you Things you joke about with your friends inside your livin' room The only difference is I got the balls to say it in front of y'all And I don't gotta be false or sugarcoat it at all I just get on the mic and spit it And whether you like to admit it, I just shit it Better than ninety percent of you rappers out can Then you wonder: "How can kids eat up these albums like Valiums?" It's funny, 'cause at the rate, I'm going, when I'm thirty I'll be the only person in the nursing home flirting Pinching nurse's asses when I'm jacking off with Jergens And I'm jerking, but this whole bag of Viagra isn't working And every single person is a Slim Shady lurking He could be working at Burger King, spittin' on your onion rings Or in the parking lot, circling, screaming, "I don't give a fuck!" With his windows down and his system up So will the real Shady please stand up And put one of those fingers on each hand up? And be proud to be outta your mind and outta control And one more time, loud as you can, how does it go? I'm Slim Shady, yes, I'm the real Shady All you other Slim Shadys are just imitating So won't the real Slim Shady please stand up Please stand up, please stand up? 'Cause I'm Slim Shady, yes, I'm the real Shady All you other Slim Shadys are just imitating So won't the real Slim Shady please stand up Please stand up, please stand up? 'Cause I'm Slim Shady, yes, I'm the real Shady All you other Slim Shadys are just imitating So won't the real Slim Shady please stand up Please stand up, please stand up? 'Cause I'm Slim Shady, yes, I'm the real Shady All you other Slim Shadys are just imitating So won't the real Slim Shady please stand up Please stand up, please stand up? Ha ha, I guess there's a Slim Shady in all of us Fuck it, let's all stand up!

Love the Way You Lie

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Eminem

{Rihanna}

Just gonna stand there and watch me burn? Well, that's all right because I like the way it hurts Just gonna stand there and hear me cry? Well, that's all right because I love the way you lie I love the way you lie I can't tell you what it really is, I can only tell you what it feels like And right now, there's a steel knife in my windpipe I can't breathe, but I still fight while I can fight As long as the wrong feels right, it's like I'm in flight High off her love, drunk from her hate It's like I'm huffin' paint and I love her, the more I suffer, I suffocate And right before I'm about to drown, she resuscitates me She fuckin' hates me, and I love it - "Wait! Where you going?" - "I'm leaving you!" - "No, you ain't! Come back!" - We're runnin' right back, here we go again It's so insane, 'cause when it's goin' good, it's goin' great I'm Superman with the wind at his back, she's Lois Lane But when it's bad, it's awful, I feel so ashamed I snapped, "Who's that dude?", I don't even know his name I laid hands on her, I'll never stoop so low again I guess I don't know my own strength Just gonna stand there and watch me burn? Well, that's all right because I like the way it hurts Just gonna stand there and hear me cry? Well, that's all right because I love the way you lie I love the way you lie I love the way you lie You ever love somebody so much you can barely breathe when you're with 'em? You meet, and neither one of you even know what hit 'em Got that warm fuzzy feelin', yeah, them chills, used to get 'em Now you're gettin' fuckin' sick of lookin' at 'em? You swore you'd never hit 'em, never do nothin' to hurt 'em Now you're in each other's face Spewin' venom in your words when you spit 'em You push, pull each other's hair, scratch, claw, bit 'em Throw 'em down, pin 'em So lost in the moments when you're in 'em It's the rage that took over, it controls you both So they say you're best to go your separate ways Guess that they don't know ya 'Cause today, that was yesterday, yesterday is over It's a different day, sound like broken records playin' over But you promised her, next time you'll show restraint You don't get another chance, life is no Nintendo game But you lied again Now you get to watch her leave out the window Guess that's why they call it window pane Just gonna stand there and watch me burn? Well, that's all right because I like the way it hurts Just gonna stand there and hear me cry? Well, that's all right because I love the way you lie I love the way you lie I love the way you lie Now, I know we said things, did things that we didn't mean Then we fall back into the same patterns, same routine But your temper's just as bad as mine is, you're the same as me When it comes to love you're just as blinded, baby, please Come back, it wasn't you, baby, it was me Maybe our relationship isn't as crazy as it seems Maybe that's what happens when a tornado meets a volcano All I know is I love you too much to walk away though Come inside, pick up your bags off the sidewalk Don't you hear sincerity in my voice when I talk? Told you this is my fault, look me in the eyeball Next time I'm pissed, I'll aim my fist at the drywall Next time? There won't be no next time! I apologize, even though I know it's lies I'm tired of the games, I just want her back, I know I'm a liar If she ever tries to fuckin' leave again, I'ma tie her To the bed and set this house on fire, just gonna- Just gonna stand there and watch me burn? Well, that's all right because I like the way it hurts Just gonna stand there and hear me cry? Well, that's all right because I love the way you lie I love the way you lie I love the way you lie

POWER

rap

Kanye West

{}

I'm living in that 21st century, doing something mean to it Do it better than anybody you ever seen do it Screams from the haters got a nice ring to it I guess every superhero need his theme music No one man should have all that power The clock's ticking, I just count the hours Stop tripping, I'm tripping off the power (21st-century schizoid man) The system broken, the school's closed, the prison's open We ain't got nothing to lose, motherfucker, we rolling Huh? Motherfucker, we rolling With some light-skinned girls and some Kelly Rowlands In this white man world, we the ones chosen So goodnight, cruel world, I'll see you in the morning Huh? I'll see you in the morning This is way too much, I need a moment No one man should have all that power The clock's ticking, I just count the hours Stop tripping, I'm tripping off the power 'Til then, fuck that, the world's ours And they say, and they say And they say, and they say And they say, and they say (21st-century schizoid man) Fuck SNL and the whole cast Tell them Yeezy said they can kiss my whole ass More specifically, they can kiss my asshole I'm an asshole? You niggas got jokes You short-minded niggas' thoughts is Napoleon My furs is Mongolian, my ice brought the goalies in I embody every characteristic of the egotistic He knows he's so fuckin' gifted I just needed time alone with my own thoughts Got treasures in my mind, but couldn't open up my own vault My childlike creativity, purity, and honesty Is honestly being crowded by these grown thoughts Reality is catching up with me Taking my inner child, I'm fighting for custody With these responsibilities that they entrusted me As I look down at my diamond-encrusted piece Thinking no one man should have all that power The clock's ticking, I just count the hours Stop tripping, I'm tripping off the powder 'Til then, fuck that, the world's ours And they say, and they say And they say, and they say And they say, and they say (21st-century schizoid man) Colin Powells, Austin Powers Lost in translation with a whole fuckin' nation They say I was the abomination of Obama's nation Well, that's a pretty bad way to start the conversation At the end of the day, goddamnit, I'm killing this shit I know damn well y'all feeling this shit I don't need your pussy, bitch, I'm on my own dick I ain't gotta power trip, who you goin' home with? How Ye doing? I'm survivin' I was drinkin' earlier, now I'm drivin' Where the bad bitches, huh? Where you hidin'? I got the power make your life so excitin' Now this will be a beautiful death I'm jumping out the window, I'm letting everything go I'm letting everything go Mmm, now this will be a beautiful death I'm jumping out the window, I'm letting everything go I'm letting everything go Now this will be a beautiful death Jumping out the window, letting everything go Letting everything go You got the power to let power go? (21st-century schizoid man)

Jesus Walks

rap

Kanye West

{}

We at war We at war with terrorism, racism But most of all we at war with ourselves (Jesus, walk) God show me the way because the Devil's tryna break me down (Jesus, walk with me) You know what the Midwest is? Young and restless Where restless (Niggas) might snatch your necklace And next these (Niggas) might jack your Lexus Somebody tell these (Niggas) who Kanye West is I walk through the valley of the Chi where death is Top floor the view alone will leave you breathless *gasps* Try to catch it *gasps* it's kinda hard Getting choked by detectives, yeah, yeah, now check the method They be askin' us questions, harass and arrest us Sayin' "We eat pieces of shit like you for breakfast" Huh? Y'all eat pieces of shit? What's the basis? We ain't going nowhere but got suits and cases A trunk full of coke, rental car from Avis My mama used to say only Jesus can save us Well mama I know I act a fool But I'll be gone 'til November, I got packs to move I hope (Jesus, walk) God show me the way because the Devil's tryna break me down (Jesus, walk with me) The only thing that I pray is that my feet don't fail me now (Jesus, walk) And I don't think there's nothin' I can do now to right my wrongs (Jesus, walk with me) I wanna talk to God but I'm afraid 'cause we ain't spoke in so long (Jesus, walk) God show me the way because the Devil's tryna break me down (Jesus, walk with me) The only thing that I pray is that my feet don't fail me now (Jesus, walk) And I don't think there's nothin' I can do now to right my wrongs (Jesus, walk with me) I wanna talk to God but I'm afraid 'cause we ain't spoke in so long So long, so long (Jesus, walk with me) To the hustlers, killers, murderers, drug dealers, even the scrippers (Jesus walks for them) To the victims of welfare feel we livin' in Hell here, hell yeah (Jesus walks for them) Now, hear ye, hear ye, want to see Thee more clearly I know He hear me when my feet get weary 'Cause we're the almost nearly extinct We rappers is role models: we rap, we don't think I ain't here to argue about His facial features Or here to convert atheists into believers I'm just tryna say the way school need teachers The way Kathie Lee needed Regis, that's the way I need Jesus So here go my single, dawg, radio needs this They say you can rap about anything except for Jesus That means guns, sex, lies, videotape But if I talk about God my record won't get played, huh? Well if this take away from my spins Which'll probably take away from my ends Then I hope this take away from my sins And bring the day that I'm dreamin' about Next time I'm in the club, everybody screamin' out (Jesus, walk) God show me the way because the Devil's tryna break me down (Jesus, walk with me) The only thing that I pray is that my feet don't fail me now