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4 Minutes

Madonna

[Intro: Timbaland] I'm outta time, and all I got is four minutes Fikki fikki, four minutes, aye I'm outta time, and all I got is four minutes Fikki fikki, four minutes, aye I'm outta time, and all I got is four minutes (Four, four) Fikki fikki, four minutes, aye I'm outta time, and all I got is four minutes (Four, four) Fikki fikki, four minutes, aye I'm outta time, and all I got is four minutes (Four, four) Fikki fikki, four minutes, aye I'm outta time, and all I got is four minutes (Four, four) Fikki fikki, four minutes, aye I'm outta time, and all I got is four minutes (Four, four) Fikki fikki, four minutes, aye I'm outta time, and all I got is four minutes (Four, four) Fikki fikki, ow, ow, c'mon Ah, yeah, ha Breakdown, c'mon [Interlude: Justin Timberlake] Hey, uh, c'mon, Madonna [Verse 1: Madonna, Justin Timberlake, Timbaland] C'mon, boy I've been waiting for somebody to pick up my stroll, ah Ah, well, don't waste time Give me a sign, tell me how you wanna roll, mmm I want somebody to speed it up for me, then take it down slow There's enough room for both Well, I can handle that, you just gotta show me where it's at Are you ready to go? Are you ready to go? (Fikki fikki, fikki fikki, come on) See Madonna LiveGet tickets as low as $71You might also like[Pre-Chorus: Madonna & Justin Timberlake, Timbaland] If you want it, you already got it If you thought it, it better be what you want (Fikki, fikki, ow) If you feel it, it must be real just Say the word, and I'ma give you what you want [Chorus: Madonna, Justin Timberlake] Time is waiting We only got four minutes to save the world No hesitating Grab a boy, then grab a girl Time is waiting We only got four minutes to save the world No hesitating We only got four minutes, heh, a-four minutes [Post-Chorus: Justin Timberlake, Madonna, Both] So keep it up, keep it up Don't be a pri-hey-madonna, uh You gotta get in line, hop (Tick tock, tick tock, tick tock) That's right, keep it up, keep it up Don't be a pri-hey-madonna, uh You gotta get in line, hop (Tick tock, tick tock, tick tock) [Verse 2: Madonna, Justin Timberlake] Sometimes I think what I need is a "you" intervention, yeah Ah, and you know I can tell that you like it And that it's good, by the way that you move, oh, hey The road to hell is paved with good intentions, yeah But if I die tonight, at least I can say I did what I wanted to do Tell me, how 'bout you? [Pre-Chorus: Madonna & Justin Timberlake, (Timbaland)] (Fikki, fikki, ow) If you want it, you already got it If you thought it, it better be what you want (Come on) If you feel it, it must be real, just Say the word, and I'ma give you what you want [Chorus: Madonna, Justin Timberlake] The time is waiting We only got four minutes to save the world No hesitating Grab a boy, then grab a girl Time is waiting We only got four minutes to save the world No hesitating We only got four minutes, heh, a-four minutes [Post-Chorus: Justin Timberlake, Madonna, Both] So keep it up, keep it up Don't be a pri-hey-madonna, uh You gotta get in line, hop (Tick tock, tick tock, tick tock) That's right, keep it up, keep it up Don't be a pri-hey-madonna, uh You gotta get in line, hop (Tick tock, tick tock, tick tock) [Outro: Timbaland, Madonna] Breakdown Yeah (Tick tock, tick tock, tick tock) Yeah, uh (Tick tock, tick tock, tick tock) I only got four minutes, to save the world12

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Man on the Moon (The Anthem)

Kid Cudi

[Intro] (Yawn) Alright, run it I never gave a fuck I never gave a fuck about what niggas thought about me I mean, I did, but like, fuck it, you know what I'm saying? You gon' love me, man You gon' love me, man [Verse 1] They can't comprehend Or even come close to understanding him I guess if I was boring they would love me more Guess if I was simple in the mind, everything would be fine Maybe if I was a jerk to girls Instead of being nice and speaking kind words Then maybe it would be okay to say then I wasn't a good guy to begin with [Pre-Chorus 1] But my mind is all crazy, crazy, crazy, crazy They got me thinking I ain't human Like I came in from above, above, above, above Feeling like an airplane in the sky But then they say I'm crazy, crazy, crazy, crazy They got me thinking I ain't human Like I came in from above, above, above, above Feeling like a bird sitting high, high See Kid Cudi LiveGet tickets as low as $103You might also like[Chorus] I be that man on the moon, I'm that man on the moon And I'mma do what I do, so do you, hey-hey I be posted with my blunt and a brew, my dude I'm that man on the moon, I'm up-up on the moon [Interlude] It's like, I'mma play all my stuff for everybody And you know, and all my people, they give me feedback You know, and they'll be like "Yo, yo, why, why your shit sound so different?" You know what I'm saying? "Why yo- why yo- why your shit- like on another level- Why's- Why's it sound so different?" Like that's a bad thing And I be like, "Why not, nigga?" [Verse 2] Close my eyes, high in the dark It's a curtain call; come one, come all All I do is try to make it simple The ones that make it complicated Never get congratulated I'm something different, all aspects Don't want a woman just to love her assets I'll still wife her up, even with her flat chest The type to get hurt, but that's the past tense [Pre-Chorus 2] My mind is all hazy, hazy, hazy, hazy I be thinkin' that I'm wrong 'Cause they used to call me lame, lame, lame, lame My swag was a little different But then my mind is hazy, hazy, hazy, hazy I be thinkin' that I'm wrong But they the ones who lame, lame, lame, lame I got the last laugh, nigga [Chorus] I be that man on the moon, I'm that man on the moon And I'mma do what I do, so do you, hey-hey I be posted with my blunt and a brew, my dude I'm that man on the moon, I'm up-up on the moon108

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Lost In the World

Kanye West

[Intro: Justin Vernon] I'm up in the woods, I'm down on my mind I'm building a still to slow down the time I'm up in the woods, I'm down on my mind I'm building a still to slow down the time I'm up in the woods, I'm down on my mind I'm building a still, down the time [Chorus: Kanye West & Justin Vernon] I'm lost in the world, been down my whole life I'm new in the city, and I'm down for the night Down for the night, said she's down for the night Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh Ooh, ooh, ooh (Slow down the time), ooh I'm lost in the world, been down my whole life I'm new in the city, but I'm down for the night Down for the night, down for the night [Verse: Kanye West] You're my devil, you're my angel You're my heaven, you're my hell You're my now, you're my forever You're my freedom, you're my jail You're my lies, you're my truth You're my war, you're my truce You're my questions, you're my proof You're my stress and you're my masseuse Ma-ma-se, ma-ma-se, ma-ma-ku-sa Lost in this plastic life Let's break out of this fake-ass party Turn this into a classic night If we die in each other's arms Still get laid in the afterlife If we die in each other's arms Still get laid, yeah, yeah, yeah You might also like[Pre-Chorus: Kanye West & Elly Jackson] Run from the lights, run from the night, run for your life Down for the night, down for the night, down for the night [Chorus: Kanye West] I'm lost in the world, been down my whole life I'm new in the city, and I'm down for the night Down for the night, down for the night [Bridge: Gil Scott Heron & Kanye West] Who will survive in America? Who will survive in America? (Down for the night) Who will survive in America? Who will survive in America? [Chorus: Kanye West] I'm lost in the world, been down my whole life I'm new in the city And I'm down for the night, down for the night I'm lost in the world, been down my whole life I'm new in the city But I'm down for the night, down for a night Oh-oh, get down [Outro] [Non-lyrical vocals] [Produced by Jeff Bhasker & Kanye West] [Directed by Kanye West and Ruth Hogben]122

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Big Dog Status (Remix)

Scarface

[Verse 1: Scarface] Ho! It's young 'Face, slanging yay everyday Heavyweight, got a bad bitch in every state On the grind non-stop till I touch this cake Mark ass niggas stay the fuck up out my way I'm a true OG, you can quote what I say I'm an H-town nigga from around the way Southside, Ridin' Dirty like I'm UGK Asshole by nature like my name was Trae And I don't gangbang, I patrol the game And what I'm representing here is putting holes in brains Before I say the same thing I'll be old and grey 'Fore I fall off and rap about my clothes and chains Gripping grain and popping trunks, dog but that ain't me These elbows hit the scene back in eighty-three I stay street, when it's done, that's that You could find me in your hood pumping monster crack I roll over rodents in Rovers with rims on 'em Sniffing out a rat I expose him and then dome him A lot of nigga's bitches, they claim that they OGs A straight up pussy and claims that he knows me You see I, putting out these DVDs Now my shit done hit the streets, he gots to squat the pee Got the Feds on his team so they watching me Mousetrap for a rat, pussy watch and see You might also like[Hook: Scarface] + {UTP} I've been straight {for a long time} Getting cake {for a long time} E&J {for a long time} Nigga {try to get like this!} I've been a G {for a long time} In the street {for a long time} Toting heat {for a long time} Nigga {try to get like this!} {I got big dog status} *8X* [Verse 2: T.I.] Hey I'm they fave They say pressure busts pipes, but I ain't scared It's my pleasure to tell it right, don't think I ain't said Cause they got prices on my head homie, I don't slip Clips long as giraffe necks, that's why I don't trip Just open up and let it rip, ain't nothing new to a G Hey I ain't worried about these niggas till they shooting at me My partner died, daughter too, give excuses to me Still a buster ass rapper I'm refusing to be Scarface seem to say I'm the king, you a fool if you think There's another young new rapper dude out there cooler than me (Haha) I cruise in the V, brand new with the beat I live a real life like I say I do in the beat Yo, true indeed, I do indeed Do it for the OG's and the true MC's Them busters say this year I got brand new and it's all phat Cut that fighting in the club, I'm done with all that Nigga ass out of line, well his ass getting wet Give a west side nigga ten stacks, that's that Oh, or maybe less as a matter of fact Nigga be testing the professor, what's the matter with cats? [Hook] [Verse 3: Lil Wayne] I've been doing this shit, nigga who are you? Lil nigga, I done seen keys bigger than you Lil nigga, you ain't know shit Cut off a nigga head, make him suck his own dick How the game go? Money over bitches and flowers over snitches Money over bitches and flowers over snitches Mr., Mr. Scarface, pistols into y'all face Mr., Mr. Scarface, pistols into y'all face Yeah! [Verse 4: Scarface] I came here to exercise my game Spread love to the hood is how I do my thang Smoking weed with my homies, barbeque them wangs Sip Hennesey and coke cause I don't fuck with drank Don't pop pills either cause that shit ain't cool We just drunk a Mad Dog 'fore we went to school Flick off, back then I was smashing boys Jump wrong, you saw a nigga get his ass destroyed Same rules right now, I demand respect And if I slapped one ho, then her man was next I'm a kick door robber, a hot-shot driver A crack rock slanging motherfucker for a dollar If it's a dare to be made, then I'm finna make it But if it ain't no way, then believe I'm finna take it Cause a nigga with no hustle, it ain't worth this G And a bitch like this is even worse than that I've been good at bullshitting but this game can cost And if a nigga can't maintain, mayne he lost He a nerd, and they fuck nerds in jail I heard And as a nigga, I come in here with my balls and my word [Hook]1

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Dark Fantasy

Kanye West

[Produced by Kanye West & RZA] [Intro: Nicki Minaj] You might think you've peeped the scene You haven't, the real one's far too mean The watered-down one, the one you know Was made up centuries ago They made it sound all wack and corny Yes, it's awful blasted boring Twisted fictions, sick addiction Well, gather 'round, children, zip it, listen [Chorus: Justin Vernon & Teyana Taylor] Can we get much higher? (So high) Oh, oh, oh Oh, oh, oh-oh, oh (Oh) Can we get much higher? (So high) Oh, oh, oh Oh, oh, oh-oh, oh Can we get much higher? (So high) Oh, oh, oh Oh, oh, oh-oh, oh (Oh) Can we get much higher? (So high) Oh, oh, oh Oh, oh, oh-oh, oh You might also like[Verse 1: Kanye West] Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah I fantasized 'bout this back in Chicago Mercy, mercy me, that Murciélago That's me the first year that I blow How you say broke in Spanish? Mi no hablo Me drown sorrow in that Diablo Me found bravery in my bravado DJs need to listen to the models You ain't got no fuckin' Yeezy in your Serato? (You ain't got no Yeezy, nigga?) Stupid, but what the hell do I know? I'm just a Chi-Town nigga with a Nas flow And my chick in that new Phoebe Philo So much head, I woke up to Sleepy Hollow [Chorus: Justin Vernon & Teyana Taylor] Can we get much higher? Oh, oh, oh Oh, oh, oh-oh, oh [Verse 2: Kanye West] Look like a fat booty Celine Dion Sex is on fire, I'm the King of Leona Lewis Beyond the truest Hey, teacher, teacher, tell me how do you respond to students? And refresh the page and restart the memory? Re-spark the soul and rebuild the energy? We stopped the ignorance, we killed the enemy Sorry for the night demons that still visit me The plan was to drink until the pain over But what's worse, the pain or the hangover? Fresh air, rollin' down the window Too many Urkels on your team, that's why your wins low Don't make me pull the toys out, huh Don't make me pull the toys And fire up the engines, huh And then they make noise [Chorus: Justin Vernon & Teyana Taylor] Can we get much higher? (So high) Oh, oh, oh Oh, oh, oh-oh, oh [Bridge: Justin Vernon & Kanye West] At the mall, there was a seance Just kids, no parents Then the sky filled with herons Saw the devil in a Chrysler LeBaron And the hell, it wouldn't spare us And the fires did declare us But after that, took pills, kissed an heiress And woke up back in Paris [Chorus: Justin Vernon & Teyana Taylor] Can we get much higher? (So high) Oh, oh, oh Oh, oh, oh-oh, oh, oh [Chorus: Justin Vernon & Teyana Taylor] Can we get much higher? (So high) Oh, oh, oh Oh, oh, oh-oh, oh (Oh) Can we get much higher? (So high) Oh, oh, oh Oh, oh, oh-oh, oh Can we get much higher? (So high) Oh, oh, oh Oh, oh, oh-oh, oh (Oh) Can we get much higher? (So high) Oh, oh, oh Oh, oh, oh-oh, oh, oh193

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Monie in the Middle

Monie Love

Brother what is with you, you can't take a hint? I need to shove a splint between your eyes for you to see You and me were never meant to be Your homeboy likes me, I like him too, get out the picture I get your point but I'm not rolling with the punch I scrunched up the letter you wrote me in lunch In 5th period I pay no notice to your motion My work is on the table, my pen's in locomotion Every time I turn around, you're looking at my face I try to ignore you, the bell rings, I race out the room Zoom to another room, sit down, what do you know? The lover's in town The other brother (Who?) The one I want to talk to Sitting three seats back, and I'mma walk over to him And give him the letter I wrote Because my feelings towards him are brewing, ya know? Monie in the middle (Where she at?) In the middle Yep, Monie's in the middle (Where that at?) In the middle Monie in the middle (Where she at?) In the middle (Go Mon, Mon, what is she?) Monie in the middle (Repeat 2x) In 7th the knucklehead walks in and sits down beside me I said "Yo, why you trying to ride me?" Day in and day out I can't seem to get you off my back What do you think I should do about that? In fact it's embarrassing, what a buffoon You even follow me in the ladies bathroom Give me a break, I can't take it, the stakes are too high Besides, there goes the other brother I'm not Keith Sweat, so don't sweat me The other brother's smooth approach is what gets me He intrigues the Mon you know So I suggest the course towards me you blow You're wasting time pursuing Monie Cause she's pursuing the lover only And as my mother did she told me Go for what you know, Mo, yo You might also likeMonie in the middle (Where she at?) In the middle Yep, Monie's in the middle (Where that at?) In the middle Monie in the middle (Where she at?) In the middle (Go Mon, Mon, what is she?) Monie in the middle (Repeat 2x) Bringing matters to a close and everybody knows That I'm no longer in the middle I made my decision, precisely, precision is a must For me to solve another riddle Step into a brand new rhythm,-ism schisms Nope, I'm not with 'em, I've given My undivided attention, you know what I'm saying? No type of games I'm playing when Monie in the middle (Where she at?) In the middle Yep, Monie's in the middle (Where that at?) In the middle Monie in the middle (Where she at?) In the middle (Go Mon, Mon, what is she?) Monie in the middle (Repeat 4x)

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I’m Bad

LL Cool J

[Intro] Calling all cars, calling all cars... Be on the lookout for a tall light-skinned brother with dimples Wearing a black Kangol, sweatsuit, gold chain, and sneakers. Last seen on Farmers Boulevard headed east. Alias L.L. Cool J. He's bad... [Verse 1] Aaaahhhhhhhhhh No rapper can rap quite like I can I'll take a musclebound man and put his face in the sand Not the last Mafioso, I'm a MC cop Make you say "Go LL," and do the Wop If you think you can outrhyme me, yeah boy I bet Cause I ain't met a motherfucker who can do that yet Trendsetter, I'm better, my rhymes are good I got a gold nameplate that says "I wish you would" And when battles begin then I gotta join in and Before my rhyme is over, you know I'mma win Cool J has arrived so you better make way Ask anybody in the crowd, they say the kid don't play Slaughter competition, that's my hobby and job I don't wear a disguise because I don't owe the mob Got a pinpoint rap that makes you feel trapped So many girls on my jock, I think my phone is tapped I'm bad See LL Cool J LiveGet tickets as low as $14You might also likeCool J, Cool J, Cool J, Cool J, Cool J, Cool J [Verse 2] I'm like Tyson, icin', I'm a soldier at war I'm makin' sure you don't try to battle me no more Got concrete rhymes, been rappin' for ten years and Even when I'm bragging, I'm bein' sincere! Emcees can't win, I make 'em rust like tin They call me 'Jaws,' my hat is like a shark's fin Because I'm bad as can be, got my voice on wax Some brothers think he's making records, now he must have relaxed I couldn't, I shouldn't, and it'll stay that way The best rapper you've heard is LL Cool J Kamikaze, take a look at what I've done Used to rock in my basement, now I'm number one And can happen on time, never standin' on line You wanna try me? First you better learn how to rhyme I'm the pinnacle; that means I reign supreme And I'm notorious; I'll crush you like a jellybean! I'm bad "Suspect was last spotted with three other members of his group. Bobcat, E Love and the Cut Creator. They are extremely bad, so keep your eyes open. Use extreme caution" [Verse 3] I eliminate punks, cut 'em up in chunks You were souped, you heard me, and your ego shrunk I'm devastating I'm so good it's a shame Cause I eat rappers like a cannibal they call me insane I'm as strong as a bull of course you know why I pull I enjoy what I'm doing plus I'm paid in full Not Buckaroo Banzai, but bustin' out as I Say the kind of rhymes that make MC's wish that I'd die Never retire or put my mic on the shelf The baddest rapper in the history of rap itself Not bitter or mad, just provin' I'm bad You want a hit? Give me a hour plus a pen and a pad! MC's retreat, cause they know I can beat 'em And eat 'em in a battle and the ref won't cheat 'em I'm the baddest! Takin' out all rookies So forget Oreos, eat Cool J cookies, I'm bad! Cool J, Cool J,Cool J,Cool J, Cool J,Cool J [Verse 4] Never ever no never Never wearin' no Levis, battle me why try? I'll treat you like a stepchild so tell mommy "bye bye" Slaughterin' MC's and I'mma never get whipped When I retire I'll get worshipped like a old battleship LL I'm bad, all the rappers know When I enter the center they say, 'Yo, yo there he go!' My paycheck's large Mr. Bogart in charge Not a puncher or hunter from a raccoon lodge The original Todd, teachin' how to be hard Take the skin off a snake, and split a pea from a pod You're a novice I'm noble and I decipher my tongue Not Attila the Hun, nor Abdullah his son My vocals exact, like rack and pinion in a Jag You try to brag, you get your rhymes from a grab-bag No good scavenger, catfish vulture My tongue's a chisel and this composition's sculpture, I'm bad! [Outro] (Think I'm gonna need backup) (Think I'm gonna need backup) Gimme that walkie-talkie! Yo this is LL Cool J And you'll never catch me so don't even try it Cause I'm too bad for ya, understand?! Aaaaaahhhh... I'm bad!10

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Remember the Name

Fort Minor

[Intro: Mike Shinoda] You ready? Let's go! Yeah! For those of you that wanna know what we're all about It's like this, y'all, c'mon! [Chorus: Mike Shinoda] This is ten percent luck, twenty percent skill Fifteen percent concentrated power of will Five percent pleasure, fifty percent pain And a hundred percent reason to remember the name (Mike!) [Chorus: Mike Shinoda] He doesn't need his name up in lights He just wants to be heard, whether it's the beat or the mic He feels so unlike everybody else, alone In spite of the fact that some people still think that they know him But fuck 'em, he knows the code, it's not about the salary It's all about reality and making some noise Making a story, making sure his clique stays up That means when he puts it down, Tak's picking it up, let's go [Verse 2: Tak] Who the hell is he, anyway? He never really talks much Never concerned with status but still leaving 'em star-struck Humbled through opportunities given despite the fact That many misjudge him 'cause he makes a living from writing raps Put it together himself, now the picture connects Never asking for someone's help (Help), or to get some respect ('Spect) He's only focused on what he wrote, his will is beyond reach And now it all unfolds to the skill of an artist You might also like[Verse 3: Ryu] This is twenty percent skill (Uh), eighty percent beer Be a hundred percent clear, 'cause Ryu is ill (Next) Who would've thought he'd be the one to set the west in flames Then I heard him wreck it with The Crystal Method "Name of the Game" (Uh-huh) Came back, dropped "Megadef," took 'em to church I like "Bleach", man, Ryu had the stupidest verse (Ha-ha) This dude is the truth, now, everybody giving him guest spots His stock's through the roof, I heard he fucking with S. Dot [Chorus: Mike Shinoda] This is ten percent luck, twenty percent skill Fifteen percent concentrated power of will Five percent pleasure, fifty percent pain And a hundred percent reason to remember the name [Verse 4: Ryu] They call him Ryu the Sick, and he's spitting fire with Mike Got him out the dryer, he's hot, found him in Fort Minor with Tak What a fucking nihilist, porcupine, he's a prick, he's a cock The type women wanna be with and rappers hope he gets shot Eight years in the making, patiently waiting to blow Now, the record with Shinoda's taking over the globe He's got a partner in crime, his shit is equally dope You won't believe the kind of shit that comes out of this kid's throat [Verse 5: Tak] Tak, he's not your everyday on the block He knows how to work with what he's got, making his way to the top He often gets a comment on his name, people keep asking him "Was it given at birth or does it stand for an acronym?" No, he's living proof (Proof), got him rocking the booth He'll get you buzzing quicker than a shot of vodka with juice (Juice) Him and his crew are known around as one of the best Dedicated to what they do and give a hundred percent [Verse 6: Mike Shinoda] Forget Mike, nobody really knows how or why he works so hard It seems like he's never got time Because he writes every note and he writes every line And I've seen him at work, when that light goes on in his mind It's like a design is written in his head, every time Before he even touches a key or speaks in a rhyme And those motherfuckers he runs with, the kids that he signed? Ridiculous, without even trying, how do they do it? [Chorus: Mike Shinoda] This is ten percent luck, twenty percent skill Fifteen percent concentrated power of will Five percent pleasure, fifty percent pain And a hundred percent reason to remember the name This is ten percent luck, twenty percent skill Fifteen percent concentrated power of will Five percent pleasure, fifty percent pain And a hundred percent reason to remember the name [Outro: Mike Shinoda] Yeah! Fort Minor, M. Shinoda, Styles of Beyond Ryu, Takbir, Machine Shop!111

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Mike Tomlin (Black and Yellow Freestyle)

Wale

[Wale] Black and Yellow bottles at my table, I’m ballin’ Black and yellow ladies at my section, I called ‘em Black and yellow whip, black and yellow SS Black and yellow everything nigga, Mike Tomlin Look at my carnage, bitches be astonished Up all night with college hoes, edibles and bong hits This just ain't no song shit, do this for my city Joe But to get my city on, had to let me city go Shout outs to my Philly hoes, told her drop that eagle low Called that bitch my quaterback, wild cat all that Give it to these broads,Imake em soar back and all that You don’t sleep on nothing but a comforter and skull cap Me I never call em back, she said that y’all go together She just let me beat and you an acapella kind fella Black and Yellow Yeah ain't that what the song say What you calla lifetime, I just call a long day [Wiz Khalifa] Ah ha, you know what it is... [Wale] It’s no days off, you ain't doing shit Shout outs to them Taylors and them Jets fool It feel like Woodstock in a nigga dressing room Looking at my opposition like bust and move From where they take them old beats and turn em into news You can end this verse premature But I got skeptics and some fans that just be needing more Louis V don’t see the store, going in there and leave it gone Flyer than the rest of ‘em, I hold the beat to reinforce I dont be in wars, so I dont need a fort I just be in the cut, my nigga Neosporin Some niggas slept on me but I dont see the snoring Some niggas sayin’ bullsh-t but they don’t be important They don’t want, my attention, I’m cool cousin A lil liquor a lil rose for my lil young’n A nigga suffer, ain't eating nothing they still bluffin While I go hard and spit retarded like them little busses I’m still buzzin’, chick is something like nigga fuck it Y’all little niggas like lil busses with lil budgets You lil niggas is silly you think my niggas budging I think you niggas funny, I leave you niggas bludgeoned Hold up...ok Black and yellow j-force Always wear a rubber so they never ever late for it Than we celebrate when they on it She can nip it in the bud and leave that bitches face warm, yuughck! In my best Pusha imitation Bitch I’ve been ballin’ all alone, like the gym is vacant And I’ma need some more Patron I don’t want no chaser I’m throwing hundreds at KOD, a little paper And you’re girl working out, I let my niggas train her You Tim Tebow ass niggas probably still gater I chump chump pussy if it smell good to me And I don’t do nothing to her but she do it to me I’m trifling, damn right ignorant Mic magnificant, you’re all simpletons Insecure as bitches blind dating with a pimple there Baby I ain't liping, I just tend to keep my city there On my back boy, holla back boy Half a mill "Rap-Touring," Jarrett Jack boy See Wale LiveGet tickets as low as $128You might also likeBlack and yellow, black and yellow, black and yellow (repeated) [Outro] [End]

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Black Republican

Nas

[Produced by L.E.S & Wyldfyer] [Intro: Jay-Z (Nas) & Both] I know you can feel the magic, baby Turn the motherfuckin' lights down Esco, whattup? (Whattup, homie?) I mean, it's what you expected, ain't it? (Hahaha) Let's go... uhh, uh, uhh, uh, uhh, uh Turn the music up in the headphones Uh, yeah, that's perfect (yeah, right, right) Uhh, uh, you gotta take ya time, make a nigga wait on this muh'fucka (hahaha!) Make niggas mad and shit like Niggas usually just start rappin' after four bars, nigga, go in! Just start dancin' in this muh'fucka Yeah, (yeah) we just come outta nowhere [Chorus: Jay-Z (Nas)] I feel like a Black Republican, money I got comin' in Can't turn my back on the hood, I got love for them Can't clean my act up for good, too much thug in him (nah) Probably end up back in the hood, like, "Fuck it then" [Verse 1: Jay-Z (Nas)] Huddlin' over the oven, we was like brothers then (what?) Though you was nothin' other than a son of my mother's friend We had covenant, who would've thought the love would end? Like Ice Cold's album (uhh), all good things Never thought we sing the same song that all hoods sang Thought it was all wood-grain, all good brain We wouldn't bicker like the other fools, talk good game Never imagine all the disaster that one good reign, could bring Should blame, the game, and I could It's kill or be killed, how could I refrain? And forever be in debt, and that's never a good thing So the pressure for success can put a good strain On a friend you call best, and yes it could bring Out the worst in every person, even the good and sane Although we rehearsed it, it just ain't the same When you put in the game at age sixteen Then you mix things: like cars, jewelry, and Miss Thing Jealousy, ego, and pride, and this brings It all to a head like a coin, cha-ching The root of evil strikes again, this could sting Now the team got beef between the Post and the Point This puts the ring in jeopardy – indefinitely You might also like[Chorus: Jay-Z & Nas] I feel like a black republican, money I got comin' in Can't turn my back on the hood, I got love for them (uhh, uhh) Can't clean my act up for good, too much thug in him (nah) Probably end up back in the hood, I'm like, "Fuck it then" I feel like a black militant takin' over the government Can't turn my back on the hood, too much love for them (nah) Can't clean my act up for good, too much thug in him Probably end up back in the hood, I'm like, "Fuck it then" [Verse 2: Nas (Jay-Z)] I'm back in the hood, they like, "Hey Nas" (uh) Blowin' on purp, reflectin' on they lives (uh) Couple of fat cats, couple of A.I.'s Dreamin' of fly shit instead of them gray skies Gray 5s, hatah's wishin' our reign dies Pitch, sling pies, and niggas they sing, "Why"? (uhh) Guess they ain't strong enough to handle their jail time Weak minds keep tryin', follow the street signs I'm standing on the roof of my building I'm feelin' the whirlwind of beef, I inhale it Just like an acrobat ready to hurl myself, through the hoops of fire Sippin' 80 proof, bulletproof under my attire Could it be the forces of darkness Against hood angels of good, that form street politics? Makes a sweet honest kid, turn illegal for commerce (uhh) To get his feet out of them Converse – that's my word [Chorus: Jay-Z & Nas] I feel like a black republican, money keep comin' in Can't turn my back on the hood, I got love for them (uhh, uhh) Can't clean my act up for good, too much thug in him (nah) Probably end up back in the hood, ah, "Fuck it then" I feel like a black militant takin' over the government Can't turn my back on the hood, too much love for them Can't clean my act up for good, too much thug in him Probably end up back in the hood, I'm like, "Fuck it then"19

Hip-Hop

I Got A Story To Tell

The Notorious B.I.G.

[Intro] Who y'all talkin' to, man? Ugh! Check it out, check it out This here goes out to all the niggas that be fuckin' mad bitches In other niggas' cribs Thinkin' shit is sweet Nigga creep up on yo' ass, hahaha! Live niggas respect it Check it [Verse] I kick flows for ya, kick down doors for ya Even left all my motherfuckin' hoes for ya Niggas think Frankie pussy-whipped Nigga, picture that, with a Kodak, Insta-mat-tac We don't get down like that, lay my game down quite flat "Sweetness, where you parked at?" Petiteness, but that ass fat She got a body make a nigga wanna eat that — I'm fuckin' wit' you The bitch official, though Dick harder than a missile, yo Try to hit it, if she trippin', disappearin' like Arsenio Yo, the bitch push a double-O with the 5 in front Probably a connivin' stunt Y'all drive in front, I'ma peel with her, find a deal with her She fuck around and steal, huh?! Then we all get laced Televisions, Versace heaven, when I'm up in 'em The shit she kicked, all that shit's legit She get dick from a player off the New York Knicks Nigga trick ridiculous, the shit was plush She's stressin' me to fuck, like she was in a rush We fucked in his bed, quite dangerous I'm in his ass while he playin' 'gainst the Utah Jazz My 112 CD blast, I was past She came twice, I came last, roll the grass She giggle, sayin', "I'm smokin' on homegrown" Then I heard a moan, "Honey, I'm home!" Yup! Tote chrome for situations like this I'm up in his broad, I know he won't like this Now I'm like, "Bitch, you better talk to him Before this fifth put a spark to him" Fuck around, shit get dark to him, put a part through him Lose a major part to him — arm, leg She beggin' me to stop, but this cat gettin' closer Gettin' hot like a toaster, I cock the toast, ugh! Before my eyes could blink She screams out, "Honey, bring me up somethin' to drink!" He go back downstairs, more time to think Her brain racin', she's tellin' me to stay patient She don't know I'm cool as a fan Gat in hand, I don't wanna blast her man But I can and I will, though I'm tryna chill, though Even though situation lookin' kinda ill, yo It came to me like a song I wrote Told the bitch, "Gimme your scarf, pillowcase and rope" Got dressed quick, tied the scarf around my face Roped the bitch up, gagged her mouth with the pillowcase Played the cut, nigga comin' off some Love Potion shit Flash the heat on 'em, he stood emotionless Dropped the glass, screamin', "Don't blast, here's the stash! A hundred cash! Just don't shoot my ass, please!" Nigga pullin' mad G's out the floor Put stacks in a Prada knapsack, hit the door Grab the keys to the 5, call my niggas on the cell "Bring some weed, I got a story to tell" Ugh, ugh! You might also like[Outro] "Yo, man, y'all niggas ain't gon' believe what the fuck happened to me 'Member that bitch I left the club with, man?" "Yeah" "Yo, stinky, yo, I'm up in this bitch crib This bitch fuck with one of them ol' Knick-ass niggas and shit I'm up in the spot, so, you know..." "Who, God?" "I don't know, I don't know which one of them niggas One of them six-five niggas, I don't know" "Yeah" "Anyway, I'm up in the motherfuckin' spot So, boom, I'm up in the pussy, whatever-whatever I sparks up some lah, Pa Duke creeps up in on some..." "Get the fuck out!" "Must have been rained out or somethin', because he's in the spot" "Get the fuck out of here! Oh, shit!" "Had me scared, had me scared to death! I was shook, Daddy But I forget I had my Roscoe on me" "Ah, yeah, I know you had the heat!" "Always" "Hahahaha" "You know how we do So anyway, the nigga comes up the stairs, he creepin' up the steps The bitch all shook She sends the nigga back downstairs to get some drinks and shit" "Ooh, shit!" "She gettin' mad nervous, but I said, 'Fuck that, man! I'm the nigga!'" "I know you was finna clap 'em" Yeah, nigga, you know how we do it, nigga — ransom note-style Put the scarf around my motherfuckin' face "Aight!" "Gagged that bitch up, and played the cizzut" "Ahahaha!" "Soon as this nigga comes up in the spot, I flash the Desert in his face He drops the glass Looked like the nigga pissed on his damn self or somethin Word to my mother! Word to my mother, yo" "Ah, shit!" "This nigga runs dead to the floor Peels up the carpet, start givin' me mad papers, mad papers, son" "Oh, shit, what? Yo, I told you that bitch was a scheisty bitch, cuz! Word to mother, I used to fuck with her cousin, but you ain't know that!" "Hahaha" "You ain't even know that shit! Really, though." "I put all that motherfuckin' money up in the Prada knapsack, and, ugh! Two words: 'I'm gone!'" "Hahahaha! No doubt, no doubt... No doubt!" "Y'all niggas got some lah? Y'all got some lah?" "No doubt!" [Produced by Buckwild and Chucky Thompson]43

Hip-Hop

Dip-Set Forever

Cam’ron

[Intro] Let's do it! Santana, Jim Jones, Killa, Freekey How long we gon' have this shit on lock, man? Yes sir, you gave me the right track Kanye [Verse 1] Listen, I been coppin' them P's and Maybe that's part of the reason I feel like a boxer: bobbin' and weavin' But I'm gettin' head, she's bobbin' her weave and (yes sir) I'm grabbin' her neck to stop her from breathin' I'ma wild out until I part with my breathin' Until I'm sparked up and leakin', part of the cement I need somethin' pure, like from the Garden of Eden (why?) Wouldn't mind makin' her part of my achievements (what happened) 'Cause when music discourage my pride (who was there?) Zeek, the only one with courage to ride The ride's so dirty inside, seems like we were playin' in mud Hazin' it up, grams, gauge and a snub Who ill? A check for two mil' And a cheap case, defaced, blue steel, true skills I got stories that my soul can sing Flip water like Poland Spring and I'ma hold them things [Break] Forever That's right y'all Diplomats y'all, we here Forever, yea-yeah That's forever, man You might also like[Verse 2] Look, talk to 'em Look, my fella said you been coppin' a lot Latest caper? Propellers on top of the drop But fuck it, who ever thought I would rock at the Roc? (Killa!) Top a top on top of the top But yo - nothing definite, I chop up the rocks And I stop up the drop, Blocka Blocka the block Hello mate, yellow tape, helicopter your spot What you wanted is not what you got And I pop up them cops 'Cause dog, it ain't about Cam (it ain't about me) I got a son homeboy, it's about Cam (for that?) It's about being 'bout It If you're not, you're ass backwards My mathematics cause cash matters (that's important) Little niggas need to sit up and breathe If the town too hot, get up and leave Niggas always got a trick up their sleeve (always) Nigga like me - I always got a brick up my sleeve And that's for-e-ver, Killa! [Break] Forever Jim Jones, Freekey, Santana, we here, we here Forever, yea-yeah I got it Guru (let's wrap it up man) [Verse 3] Shit, I was two blocks from coppin' dust I used to hop the bus Now look dog, ain't nobody hot as us Girls, they gotta rush, shit, they gotta blush Wanna go in the mall just to shop with us To how they piss and, bitch, how they ran a mile Fuck Killa Cam, they in love with Cameron Giles Damn, I gotta smile, hundred grand, I demand it Goddamn it, the boy the boy done done it, child And that's forever, man [Outro] You hear it, uh huh We here, I love y'all man It's nothing boy Dash, Hoffa, Young Guru What's really good? Holla at your boy I might have this shit on lock man Kanye, Harlem, Chicago, Columbus - holla Chicago, you have your own Kanye West on the track Harlem, you know who the fuck I am - Killa! We just want you's to know Diplomats is here We ain't going nowhere Holla at the boy-boy, let's ride out man4

Comics and Games

Westside Story

The Game

[Intro: The Game] Crip niggas, Blood niggas, eses, Asians Dominicans, Puerto Ricans, white boys, Jamaicans Latin Kings, Disciples, Vice Lords, Haitians All these motherfuckers been patiently waitin' [Verse 1: The Game] Since the West Coast fell off, the streets been watching The West Coast never fell off—I was 'sleep in Compton Aftermath been here, the beats been knocking Nate Dogg doin' his thing, DPG still poppin' I got "California Love," fuckin' bitches to that 'Pac shit And Westside Connection been had it locked, bitch I'm in the rear-view, my guns is cockin' I put red dots on a nigga' head like Rodman All Stars, fat laces; gun charge, court cases Fought that, not guilty, I'm back, niggas hate me Been there, done that, sold crack, got jacked Got shot, came back, jumped on Dre's back Payback, homie, I'm bringing C.A. back And I don't do button-up shirts or drive Maybachs, All you old record labels tryna advance Aftermath, bitch—take it like a muh'fuckin' man [Chorus: 50 Cent] If you take a look in my eyes See I'll be a gangsta 'til I die That California chronic got me so high Game, tell 'em where you from (Nigga, Westside!) If you take a look in my eyes See I'll be a gangsta 'til I die That California chronic got me so high Game tell 'em where you from (Nigga, Westside!) See The Game LiveGet tickets as low as $163You might also like[Verse 2: The Game] I'm low-ridin', homie, six-trey Impala Gold D's spinnin', chrome hydraulics Run up on my lo-lo, you stop breathing Hollow tips make niggas disappear like Houdini Gangbangin' is real, homie—I'm living proof Like Snoop Dogg C-walkin' on top of the Devil's roof Rap critics wanna converse about this and that 'Cause red strings in his Converse, and this a Dre track Keep gibberin' and jabbin', I pull the .38 Magnum And get to clickin' and clackin' Your homies wanna know what happened Come to Compton, see Thriller like Mike Jackson I might be Spike Lee of this gun-clappin' Prior to rappin', I was drug traffickin' In the dope spot, playing John Madden Homie, I ain't braggin', I took five You wanna die? Run up on that black 7-45 [Chorus: 50 Cent] If you take a look in my eyes See I'll be a gangsta 'til I die That California chronic got me so high Game, tell 'em where you from (Nigga, Westside!) If you take a look in my eyes See I'll be a gangsta 'til I die That California chronic got me so high Game tell 'em where you from (Nigga, Westside!) [Verse 3: The Game] New York, New York, big city of dreams I got my L.A. Dodger fitted on, I'm doin' my thing Got me fucking with G-Unit—you know the drama that bring I got niggas in Westside Compton and Southside Queens And Buck told me in Cashville I'm good when I come through So I ain't gotta tuck-in my chain like DJ Pooh I'm gangsta—more like Deebo when he was Zeus Play Bishop, I paint that picture—now, who got the juice? You niggas is Nutso—I'll take off your roof Leave your ass stretched-out like a Cadillac coupe God gotta let me in Heaven, all the shit I've been through I was a O.G. in the hood before I turned twenty-two Homie, I let the .38 special rip through that vest And I don't contemplate whether or not he left his shit on the dresser Got Compton on my back, I'm starting to feel the pressure I'm lyrically Kool G. Rap on these Dre records [Chorus: 50 Cent] If you take a look in my eyes See I'll be a gangsta 'til I die That California chronic got me so high Game, tell 'em where you from (Nigga, Westside!) If you take a look in my eyes See I'll be a gangsta 'til I die That California chronic got me so high Game tell 'em where you from (Nigga, Westside!)15

Unknown

Im Dat Nigga

B.o.B

[Intro] [ x2 ] I'm that nigga X3 And I'm clean, that machine Super cool, super mean [Verse 1: T.I.] You already know I'm the hottest nigga you heard in a long time Introducing you to the hottest nigga you've heard in a long time Mega pimp, super clean, the coolest in the universe Niggas hatin' on what he doin', just mad cause they ain't do it first His name pop up when you hit "playa" on ya Google search Bitches bow they heads and bend they knees, just like they do in church Drop dough into a purse, before you get into a skirt She agree to do the work, before she get into the purp 'Til my pine box drop down into the dirt I'mma be by far the hottest nigga known to the earth In the air I fly can't compare, my swagger to another rapper don't you dare try Anyone wit a pair of eyes can look and see, no legacy, will ever be, next to me or nothin' near by Though I invite you all to try, ay, I'mma a fair guy Just approach with caution, be aware, cause I don't share my...throne My crown I own, hottest flow on any song I'm on I'm gone nigga! B.o.B you up next baby Grand Hustle Niggaaaaa! You might also likeIf I ain't the hottest nigga on the mutha fuckin universe, I guess I'll just have to do 'til he get here nigga! [Verse 2: B.o.B] Here I go I'm that nigga that you heard about through word of mouth They probably said I change the music in the dirty south Now that the word is out The timing is perfect now To take all these hypocritical rumors and burn em down If you observe the doubt you would see what they worried bout They say I sound like Dre when I'm rapping my verses now Honestly, I could give a fuck what you blurtin' out Point blank,I'm in the game...rockin' my jersey now So just accept me or don't pay me no mind Either way you gonna be hearin' me all of the time Whether on Greg street, or 107.9 Or on yo favorite rap blog, on yo rap website And if that ain't right, then show me straight to the judge Just like Bryan Nichols I ain't spittin', nothin' but slugs Venomous blood in my veins Chemicals up in my brain Yes I resemble a criminal B.o.Bizzle, you ain't fuckin' wit mane! Ahhh! [Outro: T.I.] + (B.o.B) Okay, you got that (I'm gone, mayne I kinda, I kinda feel like I got you, man) Hehehe (I had to kinda show you up, man I ain't really wanna make you look bad, really, honestly) Ay, man, aye man that laughing, that laugh is natural Because I'm literally amused by your sentiment I mean if you really feel that, know what I'm sayin That the likes of the second verse can even Slightly compare with the immaculate (Hahaha) Then I must take a chuckle...Hahaha You know what I'm saying, but never no mind (We can have em blog about it) Absolutely, man, I'll let you guys be the judge (You know you gonna do it anyway, fuck it) B.o.B or T.I.P. Know what I'm saying, you be the judge, dog (Which could be the better acronym for the song) But you know what either way it's Grand Hustle! Hahahaha (Ah-haha) [Chorus until fade]2

Hip-HopRap

Start It Up

Lloyd Banks

[Intro: Kanye West, Lloyd Banks, Swizz Beatz & (Fabolous)] Heh! What you gon do? It’s G.O.O.D. Music and G-Unit Yeah! Ugh Vroom! Vroom! (Banks!) Vroom-vr-vroom! (Loso) Vroom-vr-vroom! Ladies and gentlemen! [Chorus: Swizz Beatz & Swizz Beatz & Ryan Leslie] You know they mad 'cause, 'cause, 'cause I’m hoodrich You never ever ever seen a nigga good, trick You want a problem? Start it up (Vroom vroom) Start it up (Vroom vroom) Start it up (Vroom vroom) Wait a minute! [Verse 1: Lloyd Banks] Big blue, hot and sandy shoe, cotton candy coupe Hard knock, orphan Annie loop, off the stoop, ugh! Play with me, see what the swammy do, my canary shoe High beams pointed right at you, peek-a-boo, ugh! Benji paper made me hater-proof. al your family dues 'Nage a trois, purple haze and goose, got me loose, ugh! Kick my way in and now I got the juice, Gucci bubblegoose Thousand kicks, couple hundred boots, getting fucking loot My top down, I’m flashing on 'em I’m passing all 'em, pull over and hit the hazards on 'em (Yeah) The ratchets on ‘em, pay my dues, now, it’s back to ballin' Your raps are boring dead men, I dip the casket for 'em (Ugh!) I’m back performing, I bag 'em Break their back, don’t call em (Yeah) Look down on em like Dikembe, Patrick, Mourning (Yeah) Cash is pourin’, stunts stormin, got these bitches soaked Camera phones capture everything that pictures don't (Right!) You might also like[Chorus: Swizz Beatz, Ryan Leslie & Swizz Beatz & Ryan Leslie] You know they mad 'cause, 'cause, 'cause I’m hoodrich (Oh!) You never ever ever seen a nigga good, trick (Uh-uh!) You want a problem? Start it up (Vroom vroom) Start it up (Vroom vroom) Start it up (Vroom vroom) Start it up! You know they mad 'cause, 'cause, 'cause I’m hoodrich You never ever ever seen a nigga good, trick (Uh-uh!) You want a problem? Start it up (Vroom vroom) Start it up (Vroom vroom) Start it up (Vroom vroom) Wait a minute! (Start it up!) [Verse 2: Kanye West] We keep these G’s in an alloy safe And stash the weed in an Altoid case They say good things come to those who wait So I'ma be at least about a hour late I'm so fresh, bitch, I should be arrested New Cody ChesnuTT with my nuts on your chest bitch She said, 'Hey Ye,' I said 'Yes, biiiitch' 'Damn, I'm only asking you a question' I met this MILF at the All-Star, getting action A cougar with more rings than Phil Jackson Told her beauty is why God invented eyeballs And her booty is why God invented my balls I’m a rockstar, huh! Start it up Start it up, huh! Start it up So popular you should get a shot of us Niggas don't take shots at us; that is only obvious The first album I vomited, the second I colonic’d it Ain't nobody fucking with me, I Platonic'd it Bet I got some slippers on, bet niggas gon' honor it These ain't even real clothes, homie, I'm pajama-rich Banks told me, "Homie, go'n, switch the style up" These bitches on me homie only to arouse us Told her, I ain't paying tonight, I’m only browsing She pulled her blouse up, said, 'It's free,' I said, 'Wowzers!' Wowzers! Yeah [Chorus: Swizz Beatz, Ryan Leslie & Swizz Beatz & Ryan Leslie] You know they mad 'cause, 'cause, 'cause I’m hoodrich (Oh!) You never ever ever seen a nigga good, trick (Uh-uh!) You want a problem? Start it up (Vroom vroom) Start it up (Vroom vroom) Start it up (Vroom vroom) Start it up! You know they mad 'cause, 'cause, 'cause I’m hoodrich You never ever ever seen a nigga good, trick (Uh-uh!) You want a problem? Start it up (Vroom vroom) Start it up (Vroom vroom) Start it up (Vroom vroom) Wait a minute! (Ooh!) [Bridge: Swizz Beatz, Kanye West & Swizz Beatz & Kanye West] Ninja! (Ninja!) Kawasaki! (Kawasaki!) Ducati! (Ducati!) My old Harley (My old Harley!) Rock the party! (Rock the party) Move your body! (Move your body) Wassup? (Wassup?) Everybody! (Everybody!) [Refrain: Swizz Beatz, Ryan Leslie & Swizz Beatz & Ryan Leslie] Start it up (Vroom vroom) Start it up (Vroom vroom) Start it up (Vroom vroom) Start it up! Let's get it started, get it started Get it started, yeah, yeah Ladies and gentlemen! [Verse 3: Fabolous] Plenty hate, they be taking shots, never penetrate Money generated, if we ain't in the house, renovate Tryna eat, we ain't finna wait, where’s the dinner plates? B-M-W, 10 to 8, Interstate 95, passenger, baddest bitch in the states Half Spanish, half Trini-dae, complexion Henny straight Y’all ain't got your business straight, track star, finna state Time is money and I can’t afford to be a minute late (Nice!) It’s time to make a movie, let the haters watch Diamonds spinning round the bezel; that's tornado watch My independent chick, I like my ladies Koch She got an appetite for dick, I guess her plate's my crotch Y'all soft as tater-tot, lil niggas, try me not Under the wings, fried rice at the Chinese spot I hear ‘em talking it but ain't really living it Opinions are like assholes, so who gives a shit? [Chorus: Swizz Beatz, Ryan Leslie & Swizz Beatz & Ryan Leslie] You know they mad 'cause, 'cause, 'cause I’m hoodrich (Oh!) You never ever ever seen a nigga good, trick (Uh-uh!) You want a problem? Start it up (Vroom vroom) Start it up (Vroom vroom) Start it up (Vroom vroom) Start it up! You know they mad 'cause, 'cause, 'cause I’m hoodrich You never ever ever seen a nigga good, trick (Uh-uh!) You want a problem? Start it up (Vroom vroom) Start it up (Vroom vroom) Start it up (Vroom vroom) Wait a minute!10

Hip-HopRap

We’re All in the Same Gang

The West Coast Rap All Stars

[Intro] Gun is Cocked and Fired I'm King News and I come to you with the truth The mean streets took six more lives overnight All the result of gang-bang stupidity By the way, you gangsters should know One of your victims was a three-year-old girl Well, you gang members, you still don't get it, do ya? (With your bad self) [Verse 1: King Tee] It's straight up madness everywhere I look Used to be a straight A student, now he's a crook Robbing people just to smoke or shoot up Used to have a crew cut, now he's a pooh-butt Dropped out of school and he joins the neighborhood gang Hanging on the streets selling 'caine To his own people Now when I say people I mean color You a stupid mother- I'm trying to stress the fact that you're dumb Get yourself presentable, son, and just come Together, you better, cause pretty soon it's gonna be too late A message from King Tee The Great You might also like[Verse 2: Body & Soul] Sisters, since we are the mothers of this earth It's time we start being good mothers from the birth Of our children, no time for sleeping Teach them to fight and win for the right reason It's your time, it's your life, live it Proud to be black, young and gifted Lifted by the knowledge and taking the right route Gang violence needs to be wiped out A-L-M-I-G-H-Ty and E-Z-I-R-E We see the F-U-T-U-R-E Should be a positive thing Body & Soul and you, we're in the same gang [Verse 3: Def Jef] One and the same Everyone came in the same chains Caught with the same aim Brain games and names changed To protect the innocent by-stander Lies, slander and the master-planner Destroy the black male Crack jail and semi-automatic For static if the crack fails So since we all talk the same slang Stop killin, my brother, cause we're all from the same gang [Chorus: Michel'le] Don't you know we've got to put our heads together? Make the change cause we're all in the same gang [Verse 4: Tone-Loc] Now as a youth I used to get my bang on And on the ave get my part-time slang on Doing time for me was no joke though They knew I was crazy, so they labelled me Loco Khakis creased, golf hat, feelin sporty Low ridin and tossin up a forty Thinkin in my mind that no one could handle us The downest brothers ever touched Los Angeles I found life was much more suitable Cause I'm the brother that makes black so beautiful I ain't slippin or down with a head trip I'm talkin to all the Bloods and all the Crips Throw down your rag and get on the right track, man It's time to fight, unite and be a black man Tone-Loc is on a positive change Cause remember, we're all in the same gang [Verse 5: Above The Law] Bein' the pimps that we are We're here to speak on a situation that has gone too far Here at home in the ghettos of LA Where a young black brother's not promised to see the next day Cause we used to clock on the streets before we made beats But fools just lay and prey on the weak It don't depend on the color of a rag Cause if you got what they want you know they gonna take what you have Cause violence don't only revolve from drugs and thugs And gangs that bang Most times it's a political thang Yeah, a couple of spots'll get popped And if the government wanted to freeze it it could all get stopped But they don't because they want it like that Because the system been set up to hold us back Yeah, Above The Law means that we can do whatever So why don't we stick together? (You got it) [Verse 6: Ice-T; Hen-G] Ice-T rippin the microphone the way I do Listen close, my brothers, cause I'm talkin to you The problem is we got a suicidal lifestyle Cause 90 percent of us are livin foul and wild I say "job", you say "bad joke I'd rather jack another brother, watch the gun smoke" Livin in the fast lane flippin like you're insane You won't stop until your blood runs down the street drain I got an idea, give me a minute And if it makes sense, then get with it What if we could take our enemies, feed em poison Undereducate their girls and boys and Split em up, make em fight one another Better yet, make em kill for a color All my brothers need to know one thing No matter what you think, we're all in the same gang [Chorus] Don't you know we've got to put our heads together? Stop the fighting (Make the change) Because we're all in the same gang [Verse 7: Dr. Dre and MC Ren] Yo, we're not here to preach because we're not ministers We're telling like it is cause Ren and Dre is like sinister Reality speaks for itself when it's spoken A basehead cluck can't blame nobody for smoking Yo, bullets flying, mothers crying, brothers dying Lying in the streets, that's why we're trying To stop it from falling apart and going to waste And keeping a smile off of white face N.W.A never preaching, just teaching The knowledge of the streets to each and All that don't understand, that's why we came To let you know that we're all in the same gang [Verse 8: JJ Fad] The J double, F, the a, the d, that is And if you want the solution to the quiz What's black and black, yo, and kills another? An ignorant sucker that isn't labelled as a brother But another So now it's time we evolve And get together and solve it Cause the world is revolvin Around a terrible situation One will kill another for a reputation So it's time we stop and realize that we're all the same Yo Train, tell em (We're all in the same gang) [Verse 9: Young MC] Brothers killin' other brothers I thought the idea was to love one another? Open up the paper to one more death If y'all keep this up then there'll be no one left I try my best to set an example over hip-hop samples Not just a brag or to boast but to inform Cause we're livin in the calm before the storm You see, I believe that the children are the future But what's it all about if in the future they shoot ya? We're all human beings, if we're cut we'll bleed And I want to see all young people succeed Do 9 to 5, not 5 to 10 Just go to work and not the state pen Cause you live better when you're out there free And that's comin straight to ya from the Young MC [Verse 10: Digital Underground] I'm in a rage Oh yeah? Yo, why is that G? Other races, they say we act like rats in a cage I tried to argue, but check it, every night in the news We prove them suckers right and I got the blues America Get busy, Humpty The red, the white, the blue and The blue and the red For Crips and Bloods The white for who's got you doin Time bustin caps on one another The Underground's down for peace among brothers Kill a black man? What? Yo, what are you retarded? Tell em, Hump Yo, do you work for the Klan? Do what ya like Unless you like gangbangin Let's see how many brothers leave us hangin [Verse 11: Oaktown's 3.5.7.] The gang that should hang is the one that contains The sisters and the brothers who are all in the same frame of mind Now listen, get loose, it's unity time Yeah, yeah Peace is a presence that we all need The future's in our hands, in word and deed I'm Terrible T and I'm Sweet LD We're 3.5.7. totally [Verse 12: MC Hammer] Kickin on the ave 'bout a quarter to 9 All the homies gettin blind in an eight ball line Now on this tip they started runnin at the lip Jumped in their deuce and took a little trip Hit the block about 12 on the tick The windows went down and the nines went click People started yellin, bodies started bailin Bullets cold flyin sendin some to hell and It's gotta stop, we don't need all the violence Peace in the hood and a moment of silence We got together not for ego or fame We got involved cause we're all in the same gang [Verse 13: Eazy-E] Last but not least, yo, Eazy's no sell-out And if you can't hang in the streets, then get the hell out I'm not tryin to tell ya what to do You have your own freedom of choice who to listen to You knew good from bad, fair from foul, right from wrong Now your mother's singing that sad song (My baby ain't never hurt nobody!) But he still got smoked at BeBe's party But you're not the first or the last You're nothin but a short story from the past You're dead now, not number one but a zero Take notes from Eazy-E, the violent hero [Chorus] Don't you know we've got to put our heads together? Don't you know we've got to put our heads together?3

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The Show Goes On

Lupe Fiasco

[Intro: Lupe Fiasco] LA-SER Yeah, yeah Kane is in the building, nigga Yeah [Chorus: JR Get Money] Alright, already, the show goes on All night, 'til the morning we dream so long Anybody ever wonder, when they would see the sun up Just remember when you come up, the show goes on Alright, already, the show goes on All night, 'til the morning we dream so long Anybody ever wonder, when they would see the sun up Just remember when you come up, the show goes on [Verse 1: Lupe Fiasco] Have you ever had the feelin' that you was bein' had? Don't that shit there make you mad? They treat you like a slave Put chains all on your soul and put whips up on your back They be lyin' through they teeth, hope you slip up off your path I don't switch up, I just laugh (Ha ha) put my kicks up on they desk Unaffected by they threats, then get busy on they ass See that's how that Chi-Town made me That's how my daddy raised me That glitterin' may not be gold, don't let nobody play me If you are my homeboy, you never have to pay me Gon' and put your hands up, when times is hard, you stand up L-U-P the man, 'cause the brand that the fans trust So even if they ban us, they'll never slow my plans up You might also like[Chorus: JR Get Money] Alright, already, the show goes on All night, 'til the morning we dream so long Anybody ever wonder, when they would see the sun up Just remember when you come up, the show goes on Alright, already, the show goes on All night, 'til the morning we dream so long Anybody ever wonder, when they would see the sun up Just remember when you come up, the show goes on [Verse 2: Lupe Fiasco] One in the air for the people ain't here Two in the air for the father that's there Three in the air for the kids in the ghetto Four for the kids that don't wanna be there None for the niggas tryna hold them back Five in the air for the teachers not scared To tell those kids that's livin' in the ghetto That the niggas holdin' back that the world is theirs Yeah, yeah, the world is yours, I was once that little boy Terrified of the world, now I'm on a world tour I would give up everything, even start a world war For these ghetto girls and boys I'm rappin' round the world for Africa to New York, Haiti then I detour Oakland out to Auckland, Gaza Strip to Detroit Say hip-hop only destroy, tell 'em look at me, boy I hope your son don't have a gun and never be a d-boy [Chorus: JR Get Money] Alright, already, the show goes on All night, 'til the morning we dream so long Anybody ever wonder, when they would see the sun up Just remember when you come up, the show goes on Alright, already, the show goes on All night, 'til the morning we dream so long Anybody ever wonder, when they would see the sun up Just remember when you come up, the show goes on [Verse 3: Lupe Fiasco] So no matter what you been through, no matter what you into No matter what you see when you look outside your window Brown grass or green grass, picket fence or barbed wire Never ever put them down, you just lift your arms higher Raise 'em 'til your arms tired, let 'em know you here That you strugglin', survivin', that you gon' persevere Yeah, ain't nobody leavin', nobody goin' home Even if they turn the lights out, the show is goin' on, alright [Chorus: JR Get Money] Alright, already, the show goes on All night, 'til the morning we dream so long Anybody ever wonder, when they would see the sun up Just remember when you come up, the show goes on Alright, already, the show goes on All night, 'til the morning we dream so long Anybody ever wonder, when they would see the sun up Just remember when you come up, the show goes on76

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We Can Do It Now

Lupe Fiasco

[Jennifer Hudson] Guess I gotta forget all about this issue And try to live my life just like it is Whooa But I want everybody to remember me (everybody) I will come back 10 years ago (well, hey) Said I want everybody to remember me When I go back 10 years and years ago When I get my second chance [Lupe Fiasco] When I get my second chance I’m gon' redeem myself When I bring myself, me and my team my help Ain't no “I” in that but I’m in that so I am packed Like there's ten of me inside of that Ain't one man army, one man army I am that Bring it back like a typer-writer, writing that I attack like a lightning strike with a lions wrath With a vipers bite come alive with that Put your life on that Like everything I do though All my old wounds have all healed but they still feel like they new though And everytime I see ‘em I start to think of you yo First I wasn’t focused, wasn’t willing and my goon’s So performance was just lackin at those moments that were crucial Now my heart is razor sharp and confidence is MUCHO Big, things I can’t forgive, things I can't forget Things I can’t relive, the agony is asking me, defeat is sweet to sin But I put that on my city we will never meet again You might also like[Hook] Never miss the city of the wind that I’m in City of the wind that I’m in We can do it now We can do it now We can do it now We can do it we can do we can do it now Second chance, second win, do it again Yeah eah, eeeeah Yeah we do it again We can do it now Lets do it again We can do it now Do it now [Common] The rise of the phoenix, sweat falls Time has its meaning, I evolve Hit the ground and bounce back up, just like B-Ball Muhammad Ali jaw, I knew that I would be all Far from where I came from, the same place that pain's from My name hung, from the rafters before an aftermath of a master Wishing I could have the moment to grab the trophy and glass of champagne My locker rooms a cold place, LA got no gates You mighta seen this man cry, that was just my old face My soul waits redemption and intervention from a higher dimension Inspire mission, no more hoping or wishing, conditions’ll change Stickers say Barack on the range I’m from the Chi’ too, now I’m Barack in the game Came back and overcame, overstood the rain More than just the fame, married to the game Now I hold the reign [Hook]

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Paper’d Up

Snoop Dogg

"He's a sweet, soul, brother!" {*beat from the remix of "Paid in Full" plays in the background*} [Snoop] Money, money, money, money! [Snoop] Money, money, money, money! "You make me feel so goooood!" [Snoop] Money, money, money, money! [Snoop] Money, money, money, money! [Snoop] Money, money, money, money! [Snoop] Money, money, money, money! [Hook: Mr. Kane] In the world of change, here I am Tryin to have some thangs So what you need is some game, to get your money man Ohh baby, in the world of paper, paper [Snoop Dogg] Thinkin of a master plan Cause ain't nuttin but sweat inside my hand So I dig into my pockets, all my money is spent So I dig deeper, but still comin up with lint So I, start my mission, leave my residence Thinkin how can I get some dead presidents I need money, I used to see a stick-up kid So I think of all the devious things I did I used to roll up, this is a hold up, ain't nuttin funny Stop smilin, cause still don't nuttin move but the money Cause now I've learned to earn cause I'm righteous I feel great, so maybe I might just Search fo' a 9 to 5, if I strive Then maybe I'll stay alive So I walk up the street, whistlin this Feelin out of place cause man do I miss A pen and a paper, a stereo, a tape of Me and Warren G, and a big fat plate of Chicken wings, cause that's my favorite thang But without no money man that shit's a dream Cause I don't like to dream about gettin paid So I dig into the books of the rhymes that I've made Soon as I bust 'em see if I got pull I hit the DoggHouse, cause I'm paid in full {*echoes*} See Snoop Dogg LiveGet tickets as low as $15You might also like[Hook] {*beat from the remix of "Paid in Full" plays in the background*} [Snoop] Money, money, money, money! [Snoop] Money, money, money, money! [Snoop] Money, money, money! [Mr. Kane: repeat 2X w/ ad libs] W-w-w-w-w-well W-w-w-w-w-welllll Ohhhh baby W-w-w-w-w-well W-w-w-w-wellll, ohh baby Ohhhh baby1

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What Up Gangsta

50 Cent

[Intro] G-Unit (Buck), we in here (Buck) We could get the drama poppin', we don't care (Buck, buck, buck) It's going down (Buck), 'cause I'm around (Buck) 50 Cent, you know how I gets down (Down) [Chorus] What up, blood? (What?), what up, cuz? (What?) What up, blood? (What?), what up, gangsta? What up, blood? (What?), what up, cuz? (What?) What up, blood? (What?) ,what up, gangsta? [Verse 1] They say I walk around like I got a S on my chest Nah, that's a semi-auto and a vest on my chest I try not to say nothin' the DA might wanna play in court But I'll hunt a duck nigga down like it's a sport Front on me, I'll cut you, gun-butt you or buck you You gettin' money, I can't get none with ya, then fuck ya I'm not the type to get knocked for DWI I'm the type that'll kill your connect when the coke price rise Gangstas, they bump my shit, them, they know me I grew up around some niggas that's not my homies Hundred Gs, I stash it (What?), the MAC, I blast it (Yeah) Ds come, we dump the diesel in battery acid This flow's been mastered, the ice, I flash it Jux me, I'll have your mama picking out your casket, bastard I'm on the next level, Breitling baguette bezel Benz pedal to the metal, hotter than a tea kettle See 50 Cent LiveGet tickets as low as $15You might also like[Chorus] Blood (What?), what up, cuz? (What?) What up, blood? (What?), what up, gangsta? What up, blood? (What?), what up, cuz? (What?) What up, blood? (What?), what up, gangsta? [Bridge] We don't play that, we don't play that We don't play that (G-Unit), we don't play around [Verse 2] I sit back, twist the best bud, burn and wonder When gangstas bump my shit, can they hear my hunger? When the fifth kick, duck quick, it sound like thunder In December, I'll make your block feel like summer The rap critics say I can rhyme, the fiends say my dope is a nine Every chick I fuck with is a dime I'm like Patti LaBelle, homie, I'm on my own Where I lay my hat's my home, I'm a rolling stone Cross my path, I'll crush ya, thinking I won't touch ya I'll have your ass using a wheelchair, cane, or crutches Industry hoes fuck us, in the hood, they love us Stomp a bone out your ass with some brand new Chukkas [Chorus] What up, blood? (What?), what up, cuz? (What?) What up, blood? (What?), what up, gangsta? What up, blood? (What?), what up, cuz? (What?) What up, blood? (What?), what up, gangsta? [Outro] We don't play that, we don't play that We don't play that (G-Unit), we don't play around We don't play that, we don't play that We don't play that (G-Unit), we don't play around We don't play that, we don't play that We don't play that (G-Unit), we don't play around We don't play that, we don't play that We don't play that (G-Unit), we don't play around20

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Many Men (Wish Death)

50 Cent

[Skit: 50 Cent & Lloyd Banks] Damn, you gotta go get somethin' to eat, man I'm hungrier than a motherfucker, man Ayo, man Damn, what's takin' homie so long, son? 50, calm down, man, he coming Ah! (Oh, what the fuck?) Ah, son, pull off, pull off! [Intro: 50 Cent] Many men wish death upon me Blood in my eye, dawg, and I can't see I'm tryin' to be what I'm destined to be And niggas tryin' to take my life away (C'mon) I put a hole in a nigga for fuckin' with me My back on the wall, now you gon' see Better watch how you talk when you talk about me 'Cause I'll come and take your life away [Chorus: 50 Cent] Many men Many, many, many, many men Wish death 'pon me Lord, I don't cry no more Don't look to the sky no more Have mercy on me See 50 Cent LiveGet tickets as low as $15You might also like[Verse 1: 50 Cent] Now man, these pussy niggas puttin' money on my head Go on and get your refund, motherfucker, I ain't dead I'm the diamond in the dirt that ain't been found I'm the underground king and I ain't been crowned When I rhyme, somethin' special happened every time I'm the greatest, somethin' like Ali in his prime I walk the block with the bundles, I've been knocked on the humble Swing the ox when I rumble, show your ass what my gun do Got a temper, nigga, go 'head, lose your head Turn your back on me, get clapped and lose your legs I walk around, gun on my waist, chip on my shoulder 'Til I bust a clip in your face, pussy, this beef ain't over [Chorus: 50 Cent] Many men Many, many, many, many men Wish death 'pon me Lord, I don't cry no more Don't look to the sky no more Have mercy on me Have mercy on my soul Somewhere my heart turned cold Have mercy on many men Many, many, many, many men Wish death 'pon me [Verse 2: 50 Cent] Sunny days wouldn't be special if it wasn't for rain Joy wouldn't feel so good if it wasn't for pain Death gotta be easy, 'cause life is hard It'll leave you physically, mentally, and emotionally scarred This is for my niggas on the block twistin' trees in cigars For the niggas on lock doin' life behind bars I don't say "only God can judge me," 'cause I see things clear Crooked-ass crackers will give my black-ass a hundred years I'm like Paulie in Goodfellas, you can call me the Don Like Malcolm by any means with my gun in my palm Slim switched sides on me, let niggas ride on me I thought we was cool, why you want me to die, homie? (Homie) [Chorus: 50 Cent] Many men Many, many, many, many men Wish death 'pon me Lord, I don't cry no more Don't look to the sky no more Have mercy on me Have mercy on my soul Somewhere my heart turned cold Have mercy on many men Many, many, many, many men Wish death 'pon me [Verse 3: 50 Cent] Every night I talk to God, but he don't say nothin' back I know he protectin' me, but I still stay with my gat In my nightmares, niggas keep pullin' TECs on me Psychic says some bitch done put a hex on me The feds didn't know much when Pac got shot I got a kite from the pens that told me Tut got knocked I ain't gon' spell it out for you motherfuckers all the time Are you illiterate, nigga? You can't read between the lines? In the Bible, it says what goes around, comes around Hommo shot me, three weeks later he got shot down Now it's clear that I'm here for a real reason 'Cause he got hit like I got hit, but he ain't fuckin' breathin' [Chorus: 50 Cent] Many men Many, many, many, many men Wish death 'pon me Lord, I don't cry no more Don't look to the sky no more Have mercy on me Have mercy on my soul Somewhere my heart turned cold Have mercy on many men Many, many, many, many men Wish death 'pon me132

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High All The Time

50 Cent

[Intro] Hey, you wanna hit this shit? It's that green tongue, Cali bud [Chorus] I don't need Dom Perignon, I don't need Cris' Tanqueray or Alizé, I don't need shit Nigga, I'm high all the time (I smoke that good shit) I stay high all the time (Man, I'm on some hood shit) Give me some dro, purple haze and some chocolate Give me a dutch and a lighter, I'll spark shit And stay high all the time (I smoke that good shit) I'm high all the time (Man, I'm on some hood shit) [Verse 1] Every time I roll up, niggas holler, "Roll up" Then I tell 'em hold up, you ain't getting money You ain't smoking in my Benzo, twenty inch Lorenzos Smoking on indo, high as a motherfucker I be on them backstreets, niggas know I clap heat Only if you got beef, man, you better holler at me Niggas get locked up, stabbed up, shot up Every time I pop up, a lot going on in my hood I shoot the dice, I holler get 'em, girls, daddy need new shoes Daddy need Pirellis to look mean on 22's (Yeah) Stash box, Xbox, laptop, fax machine, phone Bulletproof this bitch and I'm gone 2003 Suburban swerving, too many sips of Henny (Yeah) The D's sick, they searched the whip and they can't find the semis (Woo) They was just harassing me 'cause they know who I was Spent the night in Central Booking for smoking some bud See 50 Cent LiveGet tickets as low as $15You might also like[Chorus] I don't need Dom Perignon, I don't need Cris' Tanqueray or Alizé, I don't need shit Nigga, I'm high all the time (I smoke that good shit) I stay high all the time (Man, I'm on some hood shit) Give me some dro, purple haze and some chocolate Give me a dutch and a lighter, I'll spark shit And stay high all the time (I smoke that good shit) I'm high all the time (Man, I'm on some hood shit) [Bridge] Now if you heard I done started some shit It ain't because I be high (I be high, I be high) And if you heard I done let off a clip It ain't because I be high (I be high, I be high) But I twist that lye, lye-lye-lye [Verse 2] I get high as I wanna, nigga Go against me, for sure, you's a goner, nigga I don't smoke to calm my nerves, but I got beef Finna crush my enemies like I crush the hashish If you love me, tell me you love me, don't stare at me, man I'd hate to be in the pen for clapping one of my fans Now let me show you how to greet me When you meet me, when you see me If you real, my nigga, you know how to holler, "G-Unit" There's no competition, it's just me 50 Cent, motherfucker, I'm hot on these streets If David could go against Goliath with a stone I could go at Nas and Jigga both for the throne [Chorus] I don't need Dom Perignon, I don't need Cris' Tanqueray or Alizé, I don't need shit Nigga, I'm high all the time (I smoke that good shit) I stay high all the time (Man, I'm on some hood shit) Give me some dro, purple haze and some chocolate Give me a dutch and a lighter, I'll spark shit And stay high all the time (I smoke that good shit) I'm high all the time (Man, I'm on some hood shit) [Verse 3] Now, who you know besides me who write lines and squeeze nines And have hoes in the hood sniffing on white lines? You don't want me to be your kid's role model I'll teach 'em how to buck them .380s and load up them hollows Have shorty fresh off the stoop, ready to shoot Big blunt in his mouth, deuce-deuce in his boot Sit in the crib sipping Guinness watching Menace, then oh Lord Have a young nigga bucking shit like he O-Dog (Woo) My team, they depend on me when it's crunch time I eat a nigga food in broad day like it's lunchtime You feeling brave, nigga? Go 'head, get gully See if I won't leave your brains leaking up out your skully I done made myself hot, so ain't shit you can tell me Now niggas calling me to feature, man, fuck your money I ain't hurting, I'm aight, nigga, I'm doing good I ain't got to write rhymes, I got bricks in the hood [Chorus] I don't need Dom Perignon, I don't need Cris' Tanqueray or Alizé, I don't need shit Nigga, I'm high all the time (I smoke that good shit) I stay high all the time (Man, I'm on some hood shit) Give me some dro, purple haze and some chocolate Give me a dutch and a lighter, I'll spark shit And stay high all the time (I smoke that good shit) I'm high all the time (Man, I'm on some hood shit) [Outro] G-Unit, are you ready? G-Unit, are you ready? G-Unit, are you ready? Nigga, ready or not, here I come, come, come22

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Mr. Rager

Kid Cudi

[Video Intro] Inhale and I want you to exhale And I want you to follow your breath 10... 9... 8... 7... 6... 5... 4... 3... 2... 1... [Intro] I'm off on a adventure (We're good) (This here is dedicated to all of the kids like me) I'm on my way to heaven (Wherever you are, now) (We're good) [Verse 1] Birds sing, flying around You never see them too long on the ground You want to be one of them (Yeah) You want to be one of them (Yeah) You might hear the birds singing, flying around You never see them too long on the ground You want to be one of them (Yeah) You want to be one of them (Yeah) [Chorus] Woah now, hey Mr. Rager, Mr. Rager Tell me where you're going, tell us where you're headed (I'm off on a adventure) Mr. Rager Tell me some of your stories, tell us of your travels Hey, Mr. Rager, Mr. Rager Tell me where you're going, tell us where you're headed (I'm on my way to heaven) Mr. Rager Can we tag along? Can we take the journey? See Kid Cudi LiveGet tickets as low as $103You might also like[Verse 2] Knocked down, round for round You're feeling like you're shot down on the ground When will the fantasy end? (Yeah) When will the heaven begin? (Yeah) You might be knocked down, round for round You're feeling like you're shot down on the ground When will the fantasy end? When will the heaven begin? (Yeah) [Chorus] Woah now, hey Mr. Rager, Mr. Rager Tell me where you're going, tell us where you're headed (I'm off on a adventure) Mr. Rager Tell us some of your stories, tell us of your travels Hey, Mr. Rager, Mr. Rager Tell me where you're going, tell us where you're headed (I'm on my way to heaven) Mr. Rager Can we tag along? Can we take the journey? [Break] Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh [Chorus] Hey, Mr. Rager, Mr. Rager Tell me where you're going, tell me where you're headed (I'm off on a adventure) Mr. Rager Tell me some of your stories, tell us of your travels Mr. Rager-er-er-er-er Tell me where you're going, tell us where you're headed (I'm on my way to heaven) Mr. Rager Can we tag along? Can we take that journey? Can we take that journey? (I'm off on the adventure) [Outro] Hey, Mr. Rager Hey, Mr. Rager Hey, Mr. Rager (I'm on my way to heaven) Hey, Mr. Rager Hey [Video Outro] 3... 2... 1... Scott. Scott. Scott. Scott! That's good. You alright?106

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Intruder Alert

Lupe Fiasco

[Verse 1: Lupe Fiasco] She said there was no love in her heart 'Cause one day a rapist attacked her and broke that all apart She said there was no way to fix it or to cover her scars Then one day a guy came along that probably could help her start He was sincere, made her believe it was safe for her to trust again Before long, she was cool with givin' hugs to him Knew that it was right 'cause somethin' was wrong The alarms in her mind didn't tell her he didn't belong There was no [Chorus: Lupe Fiasco & Sarah Green] Intruder, intruder, intruder, intruder Alert (Alert), alert, alert, alert Intruder (Intruder), intruder, intruder, intruder Alert, alert, alert, alert [Verse 2: Lupe Fiasco] He said nobody else ever loved him That's why he get high enough to go touch the heavens above him Vividly remembers every pipe, every needle that stuck him Every alley he ever slept in, every purse that he snuck in Every level of hell he's been to and the one that he's stuck in The one he can't escape, even though it's of his own construction Maybe you can relate, maybe you one of those that just doesn't Maybe he doesn't care, loves to allow these demons to come in With no You might also like[Chorus: Lupe Fiasco & Sarah Green] Intruder, intruder, intruder, intruder Alert, alert, alert (Alert), alert Intruder, intruder (Intruder), intruder, intruder Alert (Alert), alert (Alert), alert (Alert), alert [Verse 3: Lupe Fiasco] Famine strikin' his homeland and no social standin' In the economic peckin' order Emergency relief distribution systems is in disorder He's checkin' water, makin' sure it's safe enough for his daughter To float across in the boat he built Hopefully strong enough to support her Prayin' border patrols don't catch her ass, process and deport her Before she reach the shore of the land of the free Where they feed you, treat you like equals Deceive you, stamp you and call you illegal, and there's an [Chorus: Lupe Fiasco & Sarah Green] Intruder, intruder, intruder, intruder (Intruder) Alert, alert (Alert), alert (Alert) alert (Alert) Intruder (Intruder), intruder, intruder (Intruder), intruder Alert, alert, alert (Alert), alert (Alert) [Bridge: Sarah Green] There's someone here and it's not me How could this be? I locked my doors (This be) Kept my armies on my shore (My shore) And point my rockets at my sky I'm so fortified I built my walls so high (So high) So why, oh why? (So, why?) Are there [Chorus: Lupe Fiasco & Sarah Green] Intruder, intruder, intruder (Intruder), intruder Intruder, intruder (Intruder), intruder, intruder Intruder, intruder, intruder, intruder5

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So Many Tears

2Pac

[Intro: 2Pac] I shall not fear no man but God Though I walk through the valley of death I shed so many tears If I should die before I wake Please God walk with me Grab a nigga and take me to Heaven [Verse 1: 2Pac] Back in elementary, I thrived on misery Left me alone, I grew up amongst a dyin' breed Inside my mind couldn't find a place to rest Until I got that Thug Life tatted on my chest Tell me, can you feel me? I'm not livin' in the past You wanna last? Be the first to blast Remember Kato, no longer with us, he's deceased Call on the sirens, seen him murdered in the streets Now he rest in peace Is there a heaven for a G? Remember me So many homies in the cemetery, shed so many tears [Chorus: 2Pac, 2Pac & Shock G] Ahh, I suffered through the years And shed so many tears Lord, I lost so many peers And shed so many tears You might also like[Verse 2: 2Pac] Now that I'm strugglin' in this business, by any means Label me greedy gettin' green, but seldom seen And fuck the world 'cause I'm cursed I'm havin' visions of leavin' here in a hearse God, can you feel me? Take me away from all the pressure and all the pain Show me some happiness again I'm goin' blind, I spend my time in this cell, ain't livin' well I know my destiny is Hell, where did I fail? My life is in denial and when I die Baptized in eternal fire, I'll shed so many tears [Refrain: 2Pac, 2Pac & Shock G] Lord, I suffered through the years And shed so many tears Lord, I lost so many peers And shed so many tears [Verse 3: 2Pac] Now I'm lost and I'm weary, so many tears I'm suicidal, so don't stand near me My every move is a calculated step To bring me closer to embrace an early death Now there's nothin' left There was no mercy on the streets I couldn't rest, I'm barely standin' About to go to pieces, screamin' peace And though my soul was deleted, I couldn't see it I had my mind full of demons tryin' to break free They planted seeds and they hatched, sparkin' the flame Inside my brain like a match, such a dirty game No memories, just a misery Paintin' a picture of my enemies killin' me in my sleep Will I survive 'til the morning to see the sun? Please Lord, forgive me for my sins, 'cause here I come [Refrain: 2Pac, 2Pac & Shock G] Lord! (God!) I suffered through the years And shed so many tears God, I lost so many peers [Verse 4: 2Pac] And Lord knows I tried, been a witness to homicide Seen drive-by's takin' lives, little kids die Wonder why as I walk by Broken-hearted as I glance at the chalk line, gettin' high This ain't the life for me, I wanna change But ain't no future bright for me, I'm stuck in the game I'm trapped inside a maze See this Tanqueray influenced me to gettin' crazy Disillusioned lately, I've been really wantin' babies So I could see a part of me that wasn't always shady Don't trust my lady 'cause she's a product of this poison I'm hearin' noises, think she's fuckin' all my boys Can't take no more, I'm fallin' to the floor Beggin' for the Lord to let me in to Heaven's door Shed so many tears (God please help me) [Refrain: 2Pac, Shock G, 2Pac & Shock G] Lord, I lost so many years (I suffered through the years) And shed so many tears I lost so many peers And shed so many tears Lord, I suffered through the years And shed so many tears God, I lost so many peers And shed so many tears80

Gangsta Rap

House of Flying Daggers

Raekwon

[Intro: Sample] "Hahahaha. Nobody is going to save you now! [Hook: Raekwon & GZA] Soldiers in the front, let the heat pump Troops on the left, fight to the death Fam on the right, infrared lights Wolves in the back, ready to attack, for what! Soldiers in the front, let the heat pump [Verse 1: Inspectah Deck] I pop off like a mobster boss Angel hair with the lobster sauce Summertime, can't top the scorch Check my hot broad, I dropped the Porsche FBI wanna watch the force, tryna lock my source Where I'm from—hear the macs, Tecs, Glocks and fours Hide the safe, nigga, lock the doors No respect for the cops and laws In the land where your own blood brother still plot for yours Seen things that'll drop your jaw My soldiers got dropped in war See the mural on the project wall? Won't stop til I cop them all Wanna block me? You gots to brawl, trade shots and all 'Cause I ain't on the clock for talk The spot rusher, blow down the spot for sure Still break off the block with raw, my stock is more The General: watch your board You might also like[Verse 2: Raekwon] Deep pockets with the eight on me, sleep with the safe in the wall The camo's on with the makeup and all Swap six 45s, twist reefer in the flicks Pop your whoadie, ride Bolt his gun off, from know your whore, she lied Fly criteria, bury me in Africa With whips and spears and rough diamonds out of Syria True don, only I could do wrong Rock fitted hats, get crack money and drive a sick blue joint Retard-less, I'ma blow regardless Résumé is straight up live, I shank niggas up for larger Es And speak with the youth in the spot Eat the fresh fruit in the crop; all these hip-hoppers eat cock You could see me in the street or the yacht I'd rather be promoting your block Or buying fresh sneakers with guaps Yo, I'm an ill dude, always been a real dude Don't fuck around, I will spill on you and kill you in the field, boo [Hook: Raekwon & GZA] Soldiers in the front, let the heat pump Troops on the left, fight to the death Fam on the right, infrared lights Wolves in the back, ready to attack, for what Soldiers in the front, let the heat pump Troops on the left, fight to the death Fam on the right, infrared lights Wolves in the back, ready to attack, for what [Verse 3: Ghostface Killah] Leather jackets on, rocked-up rockstars Treacherous bank robbers, the plan go dub, we pop guards The team gotta eat, seeds is hungry That's why we ain't scared to dump on niggas, our guns is chunky Usually we bust niggas down with bats, swell up they joints Elbow, wrists, they shins get cracked We still humiliate, brutalize, Ruger pop, pulverize Still got gear in the closet that's stupid live From Benetton rugby skullies Oshkosh conductor jumpers, the train hats fit me lovely Rae job is to make sure the coke is fluffy While I politick his birthday bash with Puffy Bag me as soon as I linked up, the kid ain't inked up I'm an old mummy, my gold weigh as much as King Tut Slippers, robes is minked up (Yeah, ugh) Under the do-rag, bro, my three-dimensional fade is clean-cut (Yo, yo) [Verse 4: Method Man] Man, y'all niggas ain't shit to us, still a pistol bust Split your melon like I split the Dutch (Yeah) Got a lot of piff to puff, and I ain't come for fisticuffs (Pffff) Or for the cop that wanna clip the cuffs Man, is Staten in this bitch or what? Don't get it twisted, we... Twist it up and even mix with dust See, these fans can't resist the rush, they Wu-Tang for life Scarred for life, they can't forget the cuts Got a whole line of classic joints and while you at it, pass the joint Let's push this music past the point... Of no return, til it crash and burn, down the ashes Then placed inside Ol' Dirty Bastard's urn When it's my time to go, for sure, your nigga goes to war What you think I brought these soldiers for? To send shots like forget-me-nots at any nigga Respect, bitch, that figure they gon' get me got [Outro: Sample] "Haha, your basic kung fu's no good You can't move fast enough! And you don't have enough strength! And your body movements are like a street fighter! It's too easy for me to trip you up!" "Hahaha, how's it feel, eh?" "Ah, it's broken! I feel my back's broken!" "Haha, you've still got a lot to learn!"4

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Buck 50

Ghostface Killah

[Intro: Method Man] Supreme Clientele! Fresh! Fresh! Fresh! Huh! [Verse 1: Method Man] Who I'm is? The Phenom, them niggas can't live Who I'm is? We ain't got shit, something got to give Y'all done flipped y'all wig, blacked out the crib Die and live for my nigs and my bad-ass kids, freeze Looking at your ice like "Jeez!" I'm plotting on the mousetrap, about to snatch the cheese I heard y'all kids is bout that, psychotherapy You bugging where the couch at, Wu til they bury me Never tell a lie, like George with the cherry tree Now it's cherry pie, if it's not broke let it be Ain't nothing nice in New York Stick you for your cake and your icing, that tough talk Don't mean nothing when you're up North So keep them hands where I can see 'em like you want freedom You know that saying: "If you can't join 'em, beat 'em And push your way in" We ain't acrobats but we flip on occasion Pick the pace up, pants sagging pull your waist up Niggas renting slum jewels from Jacob, fool! You're like "Dude! I don't like your fucking attitude" Fronting on my Clan from the Stat but we ain't mad at you You might also like[Interlude: Ghostface Killah] Yo, yo! Starks with the Parcheesi face, measly paced, old face Ghostface! Jump out the window for a little taste The joopy look, my main bitches call me lazy Educated birds say, "Ghost you so crazy!" [Verse 2: Cappadonna] Cappa slide through with the Ghost Post up like paint on walls, drip jew-els, big heat Ruffle inside the bubble goose, it's the Odd Couple Hollow points follow you home to Staten Island Playing with the big toys that make noise Echo in the hall, a scared voice Niggas start to act choice, but Duncan Hines Didn't know Betty Crocker had the two nines Made the club moist, shattered the windows Dustheads running The rap kingpin plus the Black Jesus is coming [Verse 3: Redman] The words you talk better be the words you walk Body you in the bed where the nurses are Put your vein out, watch me insert the dart Til it plagues from Bricks to the Persian Gulf Light circuits off, thirty-third of my brain is off That explains why my language off My gun aim and cough, y'all ain't trained to brawl Y'all more like in training bras Wet behind the ear, you're not prepared For the project flow, with extra stairs I pass out a vest to wear (bullets flyin) Yo, the hard wire, starting bonfires Pull the mask so you know it's me And your weed got more seeds than ODB Can't smoke with ya, watch Ghost tie a rope to ya Def and Wu will open ya [Chorus: Method Man & (Redman)] Eat a dick like (HUH!) Baby shake your shit, girl you're thick like (HUH!) Getting rich like (HUH!) [Verse 4: Ghostface Killah] Word, it's me y'all We in two sixes flirting with bitches, dime plus Taking pictures, How you doing baby? My name Ghost Don't get caught up in my chains or the way that I speak Seek intelligence, slickest nigga going since "Grease" Check out the grays on the side of my waves I grew those on Rikers Island Stressed out, balled up in the cage Pull a boot out on Jimmy Jam, text takes jam Silky texture, Jordan jumped up like Clyde Drexler All up in the parrot, nose numb, real as they come Biggie's Versaces, snow white rabbit Hands is like photographic magic Funeral love, move in when we hug, don't make it a habit Hit the gym for two weeks, my back all chiseled Elbows unique now meet the new me Ghetto fabulous, Tone Atlas Zulu Nation in the 80's in front of Macy's I start my own chapters Tyco Nite-Glow velvet pose, special effects High-tech armors merc you at the shows Super-cali-fragi-listic-expi-ali-docious Docious-ali-expi-fragi-listic-cali-super Cancún, catch me in the room, eating grouper [Chorus: Method Man & (Redman)] Shoe fly shoe, Wally Don Clark crew Fuck y'all wanna do, crack a brew Smoke an L or two and flip like (HUH!) Killing for the whole clique is sick like (HUH!) You and your stank bitch eat a dick like (HUH!) Baby shake your shit, girl you're thick like (HUH!) Getting rich like (HUH!)4

Hip-HopRap

Can I Live

J. Cole

[Verse 1] Yeah Pussy my passion, never been a fan of flashin' Probably 'cause I never could, said if I had it, never would Then I got my first lil taste of paper and I splurged I guess it's just a nigga urge, this is The Boondocks I swear, yo, I’m like Huey mixed with Riley Thursday I be tryna save the world, and then on Friday, I hit the club Hopin' that my dick get rubbed by some fat asses Niggas get to scrappin' then you hear the gats blasting, damn Hope them niggas ain't got no problems with me My momma told me to speak like you got a college degree You see, I can, but I won’t 'cause I’m saying what I want Plus this slang that I speak don't change that I'm deep As the throat on a certified freak, will she choke? As we headed to the crib, yes, I let her give me head So she won't 'member where I live, my game is tight Baby, no need to bring pajamas, you ain't stayin' the night No disrespect, I just say it polite I drop her off before I sleep, I be praying for life Like Hov said it, can I live? Ayy, dear Lord, can I live? Hey, now am I living to get paid, just slaves for a wage, are we? I can't do no 9-to-5, told my momma sorry I can't do no suit and tie, no I want the glory If you knew me, know my life is like a movie starring me Pardon me, if it seems that I'm following my dreams I ain't reading off the script that they picked for me I ain't pissed, nah, couldn’t give a shit hardly I'll be shitting on them niggas that was shitting on me Will I live or will I die before they get to know me? If I go, I know the ones that’s pouring liquor for me And I know them fake niggas really hating on me Knew that I was 'bout to blow, so they was waiting on me You might also like[Bridge] But oh no, Lord You see, I'm smarter than they know So hold on, Lord, 'cause I ain't quite ready to go Can I live? Somebody told me that it's only one shot So I'll be goddamned if I'm ever gonna stop Promise to my momma I'ma make it to the top So I'ma keep climbing 'til my heartbeat drop [Verse 2] Like the phone when she heard the news Her sister on the other line talking to her shoes The only son, what a thing to lose More blacks singing more blues More niggas pouring more brews Poor dude, he was young like 21, straight up out that city that I'm from A real smart nigga, but his niggas, they was dumb He ain't even get a chance to run Before it landed in his lung God, breathe nigga His partner screaming “Don’t you fucking leave, nigga!” Took off his shirt, tryna stop the bleeding nigga, “Don’t you go!” But his life fading slow Did I tell my mom I love her, do she know? Did I tell my baby sorry from before? Won't get to see my son grow Lord, I ain't ready to go Can I live? Can I live? Dear Lord, Can I live? Can I live?27

Hip-HopRap

Clint Eastwood

Gorillaz

[Intro: 2-D] Hoo-hoo-hoo-hoo-hoo [Chorus: 2-D] I ain't happy, I'm feeling glad I got sunshine in a bag I'm useless, but not for long The future is coming on I ain't happy, I'm feeling glad I got sunshine in a bag I'm useless, but not for long The future is coming on It's coming on, it's coming on It's coming on, it's coming on [Verse 1: Del the Funky Homosapien] (Hoo, yeah, haha) Finally, someone let me out of my cage Now, time for me is nothing, 'cause I'm countin' no age Nah, I couldn't be there, now you shouldn't be scared I'm good at repairs, and I'm under each snare Intangible, bet you didn't think, so I command you to Panoramic view, look, I'll make it all manageable Pick and choose, sit and lose, all you different crews Chicks and dudes, who you think is really kickin' tunes? Picture you getting down in a picture tube Like you lit the fuse, you think it's fictional? Mystical? Maybe, spiritual hero Who appears in you to clear your view when you're too crazy? Lifeless to those, the definition for what life is Priceless to you, because I put you on the hype shit You like it? Gun smokin', righteous with one toke Get psychic among those, possess you with one dose You might also like[Chorus: 2-D & (Del the Funky Homosapien)] I ain't happy, I'm feeling glad I got sunshine in a bag I'm useless, but not for long The future is coming on I ain't happy, I'm feeling glad I got sunshine in a bag I'm useless, but not for long The future is coming on (That's right) It's coming on, it's coming on It's coming on, it's coming on [Verse 2: Del the Funky Homosapien] The essence, the basics, without it, you make it Allow me to make this childlike in nature Rhythm, you have it or you don't, that's a fallacy I'm in them, every sproutin' tree, every child of peace Every cloud and sea, you see with your eyes I see destruction and demise, corruption in disguise (That's right) From this fuckin' enterprise, now I'm sucked into your lies Through Russel, not his muscles But percussion he provides for me as a guide, y'all can see me now 'Cause you don't see with your eye, you perceive with your mind That's the inner (Fuck 'em) so I'ma stick around with Russ and be a mentor Bust a few rhymes so motherfuckers remember Where the thought is, I brought all this So you can survive when law is lawless (Right here) Feelings, sensations that you thought was dead No squealing and remember that it's all in your head [Chorus: 2-D] I ain't happy, I'm feeling glad I got sunshine in a bag I'm useless, but not for long The future is coming on I ain't happy, I'm feeling glad I got sunshine in a bag I'm useless, but not for long My future is coming on It's coming on, it's coming on It's coming on, it's coming on [Outro: 2-D] My future is coming on It's coming on, it's coming on It's coming on, it's coming on My future is coming on It's coming on, it's coming on It's coming on, it's coming on My future is coming on It's coming on, it's coming on My future is coming on It's coming on, it's coming on My future is coming on It's coming on, it's coming on My future197

Hip-HopRap

Fuck the World

2Pac

[Verse 1: 2Pac] Who you callin' rapist? Ain't that a bitch You devils are so two-faced Wanna see me locked in chains, dropped in shame And gettin' stalked by these crooked cops again Fuckin' with the young Black male, tryna stack mail And um, stay away from the packed jails I told the judge I'm in danger And that's why I had that .4-5 with one in the chamber Fuck the world! [Chorus: Shock G & 2Pac] They tryna say that I don't care I woke up screamin' "Fuck the world!" They tryna say that I don't care Just woke up and screamed "Fuck the world!" They tryna say that I don't care Uhh, I woke up and screamed "Fuck the world!" They're tryna say that I don't care Just got up and screamed "Fuck the world!" [Verse 2: 2Pac] When I was comin' up rough that wasn't even what you called it That's why I smoke blunts now and run with alcoholics I'm gettin' threats to me comin' from my enemies And in their dreams it's hell where they sendin' me Have I lost control or just another soul? A car full of motherfuckers when we roll Sippin' on 'gnac as I sit back, life as a big mack Brothers come up and say "you did that?" Never take your eyes off the prize and even if you gettin' high Don't ever hesitate to try 'Cause you can fall off or stay ballin', niggas, we all in And them my motherfuckers callin' Fuck the world! You might also like[Chorus: Shock G & 2Pac] They tryna say that I don't care Woke up screamed "Fuck the world!" They tryna say that I don't care Just woke up and screamed "Fuck the world!" They tryna say that I don't care I got up and screamed "Fuck the world!" They're tryna say that I don't care I woke up and screamed "Fuck the world!" They're tryna say that I don't care [Verse 3: 2Pac] (Man, Fuck the world) Damn, they wanna label me a menace 'Cause I'm sittin' here sippin' on Guinness Weighin' 165 and these tricks should die For being jealous of a brother when he rise I can see it in your eyes, you wanna see a young playa fallin' They hate to see a nigga ballin' Some of you suckers is rotten, plottin' on what I got And then you wonder why I shot him (Booyeah) Stop givin' game for free, you wanna hang with me Like being a thug is the thang to be But I got love for my homies, the G's and macks And if you're Black, you better stay strapped Nigga, fuck the world! [Chorus: Shock G & 2Pac] They tryna say that I don't care I woke up screamed "Fuck the world!" They tryna say that I don't care I woke up and screamed "Fuck the world!" They tryna say that I don't care I got up and screamed "Fuck the world!" Haha, Fuck the world! Fuck it I hear my niggas screamin' "Fuck the world" [Verse 4: 2Pac] They wanna know if I claim the clique that I'm hangin' with And if I'm down with this bangin' shit Well homie I don't give a fuck if you Blood or Cuz Long as you got love for thugs But don't try to test me out, stall that Homie this is Thug Life nigga and we all strapped I been through hell and back and if I fail, black Then it's back to the corner where we sell crack Some of you niggas is bustas, you runnin' 'round With these tramp-ass bitches, don't trust her But don't cry, this world ain't prepared for us A straight thug motherfucker who ain't scared to bust Fuck the world! [Chorus: Shock G & 2Pac] They tryna say that I don't care I woke up screamed "Fuck the world!" They tryna say that I don't care I woke up screamin' "Fuck the world!" They tryna say that I don't care (They tryna say that I don't care) I woke up and screamed "Fuck the world!" (Yeah what’s goin on y’all?) Uhh, uhh, uhh.. Fuck the world! [Outro: Shock G] I don’t care.. I don’t care, I don’t care!19

Gangsta Rap

La La La La

Mac Miller

[Intro] Ahem Hey Coming to you from a packed studio (Haha) Haha, uh [Verse] I'm goin' in after hittin' this ganja Out to dinner with the homies, private table at Nakama I'm a new millennium Sinatra Coppin' marijuana from the neighborhood Rastas Chiefin', feastin', king of the new school I'm speakin' in tongues, try translatin' voodoo Hold up, let me start again Undefeated shirt, Levi's and a Mr Rogers cardigan It's a hell of a feelin' bein' this fresh Spit seem to sit upon my lips, call it Blistex Peddlin' this medical, the presence of a general Magazine centerfolds, they all up on my genitals Got the game in the palm of my hand, it's itchin' Wylin' out, better talk to your man, he bitchin' 'Cause I ain't got a lot time for these weirdos Talkin' shit all up in my earlobes I just live life, try and do it right Everyone that hear me say "The boy is super nice" Put a bitch up on a flight, she gon' be here by tonight Get some afternoon delight, only eat it if it's ripe Call me Stanley Steemer, I be givin' her the pipe And when I'm outta town she wanna see me so we Skype She might get obsessed and keep callin' Thirty-thousand feet, Tom Petty, free fallin' Just layin' back, lettin' gravity take its course I wanna tell all of my haters that we made it, boy From basement studios to some official shit From stressed out all the time to I don't give a shit Used to dream about it, boy, now I'm livin' it 412, it's the Most Dope syndicate Had a normal life but now I'm sick of it Try and spend money just to spend and it's ridiculous Young and so mischievous You might also like[Outro] Bitches-es And then, uh, Rell wants me to sing a hook like this: A-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la La-la La-la-la, la-la A-na-na A-na-na La-la-la-la-la-la-la, la-la La-la-la, la-la A-na-na A-na-na6

Hip-HopRap

So Fresh, So Clean

OutKast

[Produced by Organized Noize] [Chorus: Sleepy Brown & André 3000] Ain't nobody dope as me; I'm just so fresh, so clean So fresh and so clean, clean Don't you think I'm so sexy? I'm just so fresh, so clean So fresh and so clean, clean Ain't nobody dope as me; I'm just so fresh, so clean So fresh and so clean, clean I love when you stare at me; I'm just so fresh, so clean So fresh and so clean, clean [Verse 1: Big Boi] Sir Lucious gots gator belts and patty melts and Monte Carlos And El Dorados; so I'm waking up out of my slumber feeling like Rollo So follow, it's Showtime at the Apollo minus the Kiki Shepards What about a ho in a leopard-print? Ah Teddy Pendergrass, cooler than Freddie Jackson Sipping a milkshake in a snowstorm Left her throat warm in the dorm room at the A.U We blew hay too, athletes might cake you But you must have me mistaken with them statements that you make 'cause [Chorus: Sleepy Brown & André 3000] Ain't nobody dope as me; I'm just so fresh, so clean So fresh and so clean, clean Don't you think I'm so sexy? I'm just so fresh, so clean So fresh and so clean, clean Ain't nobody dope as me; I'm just so fresh, so clean So fresh and so clean, clean I love when you stare at me; I'm just so fresh, so clean So fresh and so clean, clean You might also like[Verse 2: Big Boi] Canary yellow seven-nine Seville is on display My nigga Bongo hooked it up, Omar gon' dip my rims today So a nigga can ride out to the Honeycomb Hideout I'mma show you how to wild out like Jack Tripper Let me be bambino on your snipples YKK on your zipper, lick you like a lizard when I'm slizzard Or sober, six million ways to fold ya Like Noah's, I get two's of youse and you get pretty 'D' But I'll call yo' ass 'round eight-ish, I know you'll be there for me, girl [Chorus: Sleepy Brown & André 3000] Ain't nobody dope as me; I'm just so fresh, so clean So fresh and so clean, clean Don't you think I'm so sexy? I'm just so fresh, so clean So fresh and so clean, clean Ain't nobody dope as me; I'm just so fresh, so clean So fresh and so clean, clean I love when you stare at me; I'm just so fresh, so clean So fresh and so clean, clean [Verse 3: André 3000] Those huge baby eyes, get to runnin' off at they mouth And tellin' me everything that's on your nasty mind They say you're malnutritioned, in need of vitamin D And invitin' me to that tingle in your spine I love who you are, I love who you ain't — you're so Anne Frank Let's hit the attic to hide out for 'bout two weeks Rick James'n, no chains and whips I do suck lips 'til hips jerk in double time The boy next door's a freak, ha-ha! [Chorus: Sleepy Brown & André 3000] Ain't nobody dope as me; I'm just so fresh, so clean So fresh and so clean, clean Don't you think I'm so sexy? I'm just so fresh, so clean So fresh and so clean, clean Ain't nobody dope as me; I'm just so fresh, so clean So fresh and so clean, clean I love when you stare at me; I'm just so fresh, so clean So fresh and so clean, clean [Bridge: André 3000] And we are... The coolest motherfunkers on the planet And my, my... The sky is fallin', ain't no need to panic But ooh ooh... I got a stick and want yo' automatic Ooh, ooh, ooh... Compatible, created in the attic And we are... The coolest motherfunkers on the planet And my my... The sky is fallin', ain't no need to panic But ooh, ooh... I got a stick and want yo' automatic Ooh, ooh, ooh... Compatible, created in the attic [Chorus: Sleepy Brown & André 3000] Ain't nobody dope as me; I'm just so fresh, so clean So fresh and so clean, clean Don't you think I'm so sexy? I'm just so fresh, so clean So fresh and so clean, clean Ain't nobody dope as me; I'm just so fresh, so clean So fresh and so clean, clean I love when you stare at me; I'm just so fresh, so clean So fresh and so clean, clean Ain't nobody dope as me; I'm just so fresh, so clean So fresh and so clean, clean Don't you think I'm so sexy? I'm just so fresh, so clean So fresh and so clean, clean Ain't nobody dope as me; I'm just so fresh, so clean So fresh and so clean, clean I love when you stare at me; I'm just so fresh, so clean So fresh and so clean, clean83

Hip-HopRap

You’re da Man

Nas

[Intro] Uh, uh Yo [Verse 1] They plan was to knock me out the top of the game But I overstand they truth is all lame I hold cannons that shoot balls of flame Right in they fat mouth then I carve my name Nas too real, Nas, true king It's however you feel, go 'head, you swing Your arms too short to box with God I don't kill soloists, only kill squads Fame went to they head, so now it's "Fuck Nas" Yesterday you begged for a deal, today you tough guys I seen it coming soon as I popped my first bottle I spotted my enemies tryna do what I do Came in with my style, so I fathered you I kept changing on the world since Barbeque Now you wanna hang with niggas I hung with Fuck bitches I hit, it's funny I once said If I ever make a record, I'll take a check And put something away for a rainy day to make my exit But look at me now, ten years deep Since the project bench with cracks in my sock, 'sleep I never asked to be top of rap's elite Just a ghetto child tryna learn the craft of the streets But look at me now You might also like[Chorus] You're the man, you're the man You're the man, you're the man You're the man, you're the man You're the man, you're the man You're the man, you're the man [Verse 2] Now wait a sec', give me time to explain, women and fast cars And diamond rings can poison a rap star Was suicidal, high, smoking so much lye I saw a dead bird flying through a broken sky Wish I could flap wings and fly away To where black kings in Ghana stay So I could get old, my flesh rot away But that'll be the day when it's peace When my gat don't need to spray When these streets are safe to play Sex with death, indulge in these women Vision my own skeleton swimming in eternal fire Broads play with pentagrams in they vagina Like the Exorcist, then they gave birth to my seeds I beg for God's help, why they love hurting me? I'm your disciple, a thug certainly I'm the N, the A to the S-I-R If I wasn't, I must've been Escobar .45 in my waist, staring at my reflection In the mirror, sitting still in the chair like Mike Concepcion When everything around me got cloudy The chair became a king's throne, my destiny found me It was clear why the struggle was so painful Metamorphosis, this is what I changed to And God, I'm so thankful [Chorus] You're the man, you're the man You're the man, you're the man You're the man, you're the man You're the man, you're the man You're the man, you're the man You're the man, you're the man You're the man [Interlude] Yo, ugh, look, look, ugh, that's that bitch Wiz was fuckin' (Haha) Damn, that's fucked up Nigga, let's get high, nigga (Roll them dice, nigga, hurry up) Highest to the sky, it's four hundred in here, nigga What the fuck is you niggas talkin' 'bout, nigga? One, one, one, all around the bar Come on, let's get high, nigga, oh, shit, oh (Oh) Four fifty-six, nigga, shut the fuck up Fuck y'all niggas, run my fuckin' money (Run that back) Run that back, man (Bust it back) I gotta get high, man, you got weed? (Run that back) Run it back? Alright, run it back, c'mon32

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Gangsta Music

Jeezy

[Intro] Yeah hey motherfucking business here nigga Yeah all you hating ass niggas With your sneak dissing niggas I see that you don't get your own It's gon' get you hurt nigga If you a hater and you know it fuck you Y'all not rapping ass bitches I rather listen to your instrumentals nigga Haha bitch ass nigga (do something) do somethin' nigga see these [Verse One] I'm here now, you old news Gotta couple Porsche trucks, couple old schools I'll line your ass up, push your tape backwards Cuz I'm a real nigga and I don't like rappers And that ain't this and this ain't that And bitch I'm strapped Fuck wit real niggas that'll cut ya throat And they don't drink Pepsi, they just sell Coke All I do is talk blow its like my brain on drugs See me out nigga I do my thang in clubs Listen up Jeezy gotta a little riddle Stack up 20-dollar bills two bands in the middle [Hook] All the gangstas they gon' ride to this They gon' grind to this They gon' shine to this This is gangsta music, this is gangsta music, this is gangsta music, and This is gangsta music All the hustlers they gon' ride to this They gon' grind to this They gon' shine to this This is hustler music, this is hustler music This is hustler music And this is hustler music See Jeezy LiveGet tickets as low as $51You might also like[Verse Two] We don't talk on the phones 'cause it might stick Gotta play for the 7 call it Mike Vick Dirty birds nigga, we play wit them falcons Know some niggas in the Decatur that pay for them falcons (That's right!) Talking young hungry niggas eat your whole plate Jeezy place the order niggas eat your whole face You got me misconstrued, all fucked up Jump out hit the switch light your ass up Carbon 15 wit the hundred round drum Got plenty for any nigga think he wants some We don't leave 'em at the house we bring 'em out (bring 'em out) My chain for your life - we can swap it out [Hook] All the gangstas they gon' ride to this They gon' grind to this They gon' shine to this This is gangsta music, this is gangsta music, this is gangsta music, and This is gangsta music All the hustlers they gon' ride to this They gon' grind to this They gon' shine to this This is hustler music, this is hustler music This is hustler music And this is hustler music [Verse Three] The hoes love my voice; make they pussy moist Certified G shit and I'm the gangsta's choice Niggas popping off, I hope they bullet proof Leave holes in you the size of a sunroof Mac-11 in the club and a snub nose Swear to God I'll knock you niggas out your fucking clothes Lay your ass flat like a doormat Niggas asking for but they ain't want that In the rap game takin' niggas clientele White ones like the powder that I used to sell Give a fuck about a playa hater Hit 'em wit the tool flush his whole radiator [Hook] All the gangstas they gon' ride to this They gon' grind to this They gon' shine to this This is gangsta music, this is gangsta music, this is gangsta music, and This is gangsta music All the hustlers they gon' ride to this They gon' grind to this They gon' shine to this This is hustler music, this is hustler music This is hustler music And this is hustler music2

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Crank That (Soulja Boy)

Soulja Boy

[Intro] Yuu Soulja Boy Tell 'Em Ayy, I got this new dance for y'all called the Soulja Boy You just gotta punch, then crank back three times from left to right (Ah, yuu) [Chorus] Soulja Boy off in it, oh Watch me crank it, watch me roll Watch me crank that Soulja Boy Then Superman that, oh Now watch me yuu (Crank that Soulja Boy) Now watch me yuu (Crank that Soulja Boy) Now watch me yuu (Crank that Soulja Boy) Now watch me yuu (Crank that Soulja Boy) Now watch Soulja Boy off in it, oh Watch me crank it, watch me roll Watch me crank that Soulja Boy Then Superman that, oh Now watch me yuu (Crank that Soulja Boy) Now watch me yuu (Crank that Soulja Boy) Now watch me yuu (Crank that Soulja Boy) Now watch me yuu (Crank that Soulja Boy) Now watch See Soulja Boy LiveGet tickets as low as $54You might also like[Verse 1] Soulja Boy up in it, oh Watch me lean then watch me rock Superman that, oh Yeah, watch me crank that Robocop Super fresh, now watch me jock Jockin' on them haters, man When I do that Soulja Boy I lean to the left then crank that thang, now (Yuu) I'm jocking on yo' (I'm jocking on yo') And if we get to fightin' then I'm cocking on yo' (Then I'm cocking on yo') You catch me at yo' local party Yes, I crank it everyday Haters gettin' mad 'cause I got me some Bathin' Ape [Chorus] Soulja Boy off in it, oh Watch me crank it, watch me roll Watch me crank that Soulja Boy Then Superman that, oh Now watch me yuu (Crank that Soulja Boy) Now watch me yuu (Crank that Soulja Boy) Now watch me yuu (Crank that Soulja Boy) Now watch me yuu (Crank that Soulja Boy) Now watch Soulja Boy off in it, oh Watch me crank it, watch me roll Watch me crank that Soulja Boy Then Superman that, oh Now watch me yuu (Crank that Soulja Boy) Now watch me yuu (Crank that Soulja Boy) Now watch me yuu (Crank that Soulja Boy) Now watch me yuu (Crank that Soulja Boy) Now watch [Verse 2] I'm bouncin' on my toes Watch me supersoak that, oh I'ma pass it to Arab and he gon' crank it up fo' sho' Haters wanna be me, Soulja Boy, I'm the man They be lookin' at my neck, sayin' it's the rubberband Man (Man), watch me do it (Watch me do it) Dance (Dance), let's get to it (Let's get to it) Nope, you can't do it like me, though So don't do it like me, folk I see you tryna do it like me, man that dance was ugly (Yuu) [Chorus] Soulja Boy off in it, oh Watch me crank it, watch me roll Watch me crank that Soulja Boy Then Superman that, oh Now watch me yuu (Crank that Soulja Boy) Now watch me yuu (Crank that Soulja Boy) Now watch me yuu (Crank that Soulja Boy) Now watch me yuu (Crank that Soulja Boy) Now watch Soulja Boy off in it, oh Watch me crank it, watch me roll Watch me crank that Soulja Boy Then Superman that, oh Now watch me yuu (Crank that Soulja Boy) Now watch me yuu (Crank that Soulja Boy) Now watch me yuu (Crank that Soulja Boy) Now watch me yuu (Crank that Soulja Boy) Now watch [Verse 3] I'm too fresh, off in it, oh Watch me crank it, watch me roll Watch me crank that Roosevelt then super soak that, oh (Yuu) Supersoak that, oh Supersoak that, oh Supersoak that, oh Supersoak that, oh I'm too fresh, now watch me do it Watch me shuffle, watch me yuu Watch me crank that Soulja Boy Now Superman, yuu Superman, do it Superman, do it (Ah, yuu) [Chorus] Soulja Boy off in it, oh Watch me crank it, watch me roll Watch me crank that Soulja Boy Then Superman that, oh Now watch me yuu (Crank that Soulja Boy) Now watch me yuu (Crank that Soulja Boy) Now watch me yuu (Crank that Soulja Boy) Now watch me yuu (Crank that Soulja Boy) Now watch Soulja Boy off in it, oh Watch me crank it, watch me roll Watch me crank that Soulja Boy Then Superman that, oh Now watch me yuu (Crank that Soulja Boy) Now watch me yuu (Crank that Soulja Boy) Now watch me yuu (Crank that Soulja Boy) Now watch me yuu (Crank that Soulja Boy) Now watch [Outro] Yuu (Ah) Yuu55

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The Nigga Trapp

Ice Cube

[Ice Cube] Nigga I'm a hustler, act like I'm lovin ya Don't mind fuckin ya, just like the Governor Used to be the dope man, rolled a hundred spokes man When I come through, treat me like the Pope man Ghetto spokesman, I know niggas In Eastside Oakland all the way to Brook-lyn And they love my shitty drawers, what you smokin? Think you got the balls, nigga I'm a Trojan Catchin all that just like a prophylac' Don't reproduce, that bullshit is whack Flavor Flav with a white bitch that is whack Got to put the nigga back in my Cadillac Take him to the hood, where it's action packed Let him know that the target's still on his back It's a hustle called capitalism Got my niggas in prison, all stuck in the system yeah Recognize who's a hustler, George Dubya He's the one that's sittin back, fuckin ya With a big dick stuck in ya I'm from a place where the fuckin Terminator is the Governor (I got a Public Pretender.. tryin to make me a winner) (Nigga please don't surrender.. they'll have you for dinner) [Hook: Ice Cube] The ghetto is a nigga trap, take the cheese Soon as you do it here come the police Invented and designed fo' us to fail Where you gon' end up, dead or in jail See Ice Cube LiveGet tickets as low as $66You might also like[Ice Cube] You only got two places State of California, got two faces Motherfuckin devils, get straight racist When they get you in them lonely dark places Concrete slave ships, never move Where niggas like us get used like a mule Don't let 'em catch you, arrest you Strip and undress you, throw you in a cesspool You wanna know the crime of the century A ghetto elementary, a mental penitentiary Black man, you never been friend of me Boy you kin to me, why we enemies? The ghe-tto is a trap Fuck where you from, nigga look where you at Where you wanna be? Point it out on a map Don't be scared to leave homey, we can come back If you wanna come back to this bullshit Most of it comin straight out the pulpit We got to change our ways in the hood Understand that it's AIDS in the hood... The nigga trap... [Hook] - 2X (I got a Public Pretender.. tryin to make me a winner) (Nigga please don't surrender.. they'll have you for dinner)2

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Little Weapon

Lupe Fiasco

[Intro: Lupe Fiasco] Now lil' Terry got a gun he got from the store He bought it with the money he got from his chores He robbed the candy shop, told her "Lay down on the floor Put the cookies in the bag, take the pennies out the drawer" Lil' Khalil got a gun he got from the rebels To kill the infidels and American devils A bomb on his waist, a mask on his face Prays five times a day and listens to heavy metal Little Alex got a gun he took from his dad That he snuck into school in his black book bag His black nail polish, black boots, and black hat He gon' blow away the bully that just pushed his ass [Verse 1: Lupe Fiasco] I killed another man today Shot him in his back as he ran away Then I blew up his hut with a hand grenade Cut his wife throat as she put her hands to pray Just five more dogs, then we can get a soccer ball That's what my commander say How old? Well I'm like ten, eleven Been fighting since I was like six or seven Now I don't know much about where I'm from But I know I strike fear everywhere I come Government want me dead so I wear my gun I really want the rocket launcher but I'm still too young This candy give me courage not to fear no one To feel no pain and hear no tongue So I hear no screams and I shed no tear If I'm in your dreams then your end is near, yeah You might also like[Chorus: Nikki Jean] Little weapon, little weapon, little weapon We're calling you There's a war, if the guns are just too tall for you We'll find you something small to use Little weapon, little weapon, little weapon We need you now, blaow! [Bridge: Lupe Fiasco] Astaghfirullah Astaghfirullah Astaghfirullah Astaghfirullah Astaghfirullah [Verse 2: Lupe Fiasco] Now here comes the march of the boy brigade A macabre parade of the toys he made In shemaghs and shades, who look half his age About half the size of the flags they wave And camouflage suits made to fit youths 'Cause the ones off the dead soldiers hang a lil' loose Where AK47s that they shooting into heaven Like they tryna kill a Jetson, the struggles, little recruits Cute, smileless, heartless, violent Childhood destroyed, devoid of all childish ways Can't write their own names Or read the words that's on they own graves Think you gangsta? Popped a few rounds? These kids'll come through and murder a whole town Then sit back and smoke and watch it burn down The grave gets deeper the further we go down, it's— [Chorus: Nikki Jean] Little weapon, little weapon, little weapon We're calling you There's a war, if the guns are just too tall for you We'll find you something small to use Little weapon, little weapon, little weapon We need you now, blaow! [Verse 3: Bishop G] Imagine if I had to console The families of those slain I slayed on game consoles I aim, I hold right trigger to squeeze Press up and Y, one less nigga breathe B for the bombs, press pause for your moms Make the room silent, she don't approve of violent games She leave, resume activity Scarred and blue heart, of hard, sharp wizardry On next part, I insert code To sweeten up the little person's murder workload I tell him he work for CIA with A A operative, I operate this game all day I hold the controller connected to the soldier With weapons on his shoulder He's only seconds older than me We playful but serious Now keep that on mind for online experience, ugh! [Chorus: Nikki Jean] Little weapon, little weapon, little weapon We're calling you There's a war, if the guns are just too tall for you We'll find you something small to use Little weapon, little weapon, little weapon We need you now Little weapon, little weapon, little weapon We're calling you There's a war, if the guns are just too tall for you We'll find you something small to use Little weapon, little weapon, little weapon We need you now, blaow!22

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I Do It for Hip Hop

Ludacris

[Intro: Ludacris] I do it for hip-hop I do it for hip-hop I do it for hip-hop [Verse 1: Ludacris] Now this is what they call poetry in motion My soul bleeds on the paper, heart screams with emotion It's my daily devotion, the verses stay deeper than the ocean So hip-hop you owe me a promotion! Yeah I do a little boastin and braggin What's all the commotion and naggin about? Cause I'm still the champ in the South? Cause rappers get in the booth and I keep draggin em out? Well they're fired, and these pink slips, I'm handin em out Cause this is "Theater of the Mind," consider it a sign Of what's to come next, my money's just fine Bank filled with dumb checks, terrorist threat flow Proceed to drop bombs like Mr. Funk Flex But I don't do it for the money, I do it from the heart I do it with the beat box, I did it from the start I do it for the dee jays, I do it for the charts The Van Gogh flow, Luda do it cause it's art I do it for the fans, I do it on command I do it for the front row, I do it for the stands I spit it for the hood, I do it for the block And since nine years old I did it for hip-hop, so See Ludacris LiveGet tickets as low as $37You might also like[Chorus 1: Ludacris] I don't do it for them cars and the fancy drops I do it for hip-hop I do it for hip-hop I do it for hip-hop And I don't it for the chains and the flashin rocks I do it for hip-hop I do it for hip-hop I do it for hip-hop [Verse 2: Nas] Uhh, uhh, uh They say I'm so low key, I'm socially awkward Only niggas who really know me, who I talk with They smile in the light, hate in the dark You call it beef, to me, it's just a fuckin walk in the park Cause you are who you are when nobody's lookin That's who you are, so when the cash and the cars is gone The day after tomorrow, don't be askin to borrow Ski mask it hard, like the way you rap in your bars I can ride on you and whoever, devise new endeavors I'm as live as a hive full of predators Twenty thousand different species of bees Some have poisonous stings, some just pollinate leaves It's like rap, some just buzz, some will attack Compromise their own life in fact Sixteen years since my first sixteen Pardon the rest of my niggas... but I'm the best who ever did it! [Chorus 2: Ludacris, Nas, Ludacris & Nas] I don’t do it for the cars and the fancy drops Uh, I do it for hip-hop Yeah, I do it for hip-hop Uh, I do it for hip-hop And I don’t do for the chains and the flashin’ rocks Why we do it kid? I do it for hip-hop Yeah, I do it for hip-hop Uh, I do it for hip-hop [Verse 3: Jay-Z] Hip-hop, started out in the park We used to do it to avoid the Narcs I used to do it so the homeboy Clark Can get the fuck off my back while I knocked off these packs I used to rap to impress my friends To pass the time while I was gettin' it in Just so happens, I'm so illegal with the pen They ain't want me doin' anything illegal again I lost a lot of dogs to these streets I got Grammy Awards on these beats Thank God for Kool Herc Without your shit I probably would've got murked Shout out to Grandmaster Flash and to Caz And even Jaz bum-ass Hip-hop helped me wash my rocks These other rappers couldn't wash my socks That's why I took the number one slot The realest shit in rap comes from my voice box Lord knows when I was on my clock I prolly never woulda stopped, thank God for hip-hop [Chorus 3: Ludacris, Jay-Z, Ludacris, Nas & Jay-Z] I don’t do for the cars and the fancy drops Uh, I do it for hip-hop I do it for hip-hop I do it for hip-hop And I don’t do for the chains and the flashin’ rocks Come on, I do it for hip-hop I do it for hip-hop I do it for hip-hop {*DJ scratches and Ludacris ad-libs until 4:56*} [Chorus 1: Ludacris] I don't do it for them cars and the fancy drops I do it for hip-hop I do it for hip-hop I do it for hip-hop And I don't it for the chains and the flashin rocks I do it for hip-hop I do it for hip-hop I do it for hip-hop6

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Coming Home

J. Cole

(Shhh Alex da Kid is coming) [Hook: Skylar Grey] I’m coming home I’m coming home Tell the world I’m coming home Let the rain wash away all the pain of yesterday I know my kingdom awaits and they’ve forgiven my mistakes I’m coming home, I’m coming home Tell the world I’m coming [Bridge: J. Cole] Back where I belong I’ve never felt so strong eh Feeling like there’s nothing that I can’t try And if you feel me put your hands high, high, high, hey And if you feel me put your hands high, high, hey [Verse 1: J. Cole] This is my story, this is my song If you ain't got the heart, don’t attempt to try this at home It’s just a poem from a man once living wrong Now I’m in the zone, tell the world I’m coming home It's been a long time coming, been a long time coming This song feel like the greatest of all time coming Cause I do it B-I-G, I remember we would be high Who’d have thought we’d be running rap when we was knee high To appreciate the sun you gotta know what rain is Or cause I’m famous you don’t think I know what pain is But I bounce back, would ya look at that I take my spot at the top and I ain't looking back, boy You might also like[Hook: Skylar Grey] I’m coming home I’m coming home Tell the world I’m coming home Let the rain wash away all the pain of yesterday I know my kingdom awaits and they’ve forgiven my mistakes I’m coming home, I’m coming home Tell the world I’m coming [Verse 2: J. Cole] Hey, confusion like I was losing my mind But one thing I never lose is my grind My closet need a lot of cleaning now I can't sleep cause I don't like the shit I dream about Hey Dear Lord please help me get the demons out And then let me get my genius out And get back to what I had If my good’s outweigh my bads, do you think my mistakes is gon' even out (even out) I guess try and see, it’s on my diary, I’m living for my kids Now they is just as fly as me Talk well, wonder if Andre Harrell knew how great I would be when he fired me, nigga [Hook: Skylar Grey] I’m coming home I’m coming home Tell the world I’m coming home Let the rain wash away all the pain of yesterday I know my kingdom awaits and they’ve forgiven my mistakes I’m coming home, I’m coming home Tell the world I’m coming I’m coming home I’m coming home Tell the world I’m coming home Let the rain wash away all the pain of yesterday I know my kingdom awaits and they’ve forgiven my mistakes I’m coming home, I’m coming home Tell the world I’m coming10

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Trade it All

Fabolous

[Intro] Fabolous, Jagged Edge, don't be fool, I'd rather have you ma' Than everything, I'd give it all, just for you, yeah [Verse 1: Fabolous] You're the one baby girl, I've never been so sure Your skin's so pure, the type men go for The type I drive the Benz slow for The type I be beepin the horn, rollin down the windows for Never been no whore So to get you in closed doors, I buy you everything in those stores This, that, and those yours As long as Fabolous the only one you let that grin show for You ain't gotta spend no more, I'm a put a rock on your hand You ain't gotta say "we just friends" no more I shine, you shine, it never been no flaws I ain't like most who just wanna get in those drawers Cause every king need a queen And with me and you girl I ain't tryna let a thing in between It ain't a thing, nahmean, chicks hate, show 'em the ring and the green And let your middle finger be seen, it's on [Chorus: Jagged Edge] Girl I'd trade it all, money, cars and everything All, even give up my street dream (my dream) All, anything to have you on my team (I don't care baby) All, baby girl I'd trade it all (I'd trade it, yeah) Even give up my good green All, and I'd give the watch and pinky ring (oh yeah) All, anything to have you on my team All, baby girl I'd trade it all See Fabolous LiveGet tickets as low as $109You might also like[Verse 2: Fabolous] Uh, don't front ma', you know the way I ball's to pick and roll Like Stockton and Malone when we play the mall I be goin out my way to call Cause I love the way your hips make your jeans seem like they too small Them see-through tops with your titties exposed When you kick off them shoes there ain't bitty whose toes as pretty as those That blonde hair look good, straight down, bun or the braids And I ain't gon' talk about them light-browns under your shades Bust right, thus tight Got a thick set of thighs and struts like... uh Yo' the game taught this brother to mack But I think I slipped when I saw them full lips covered with Mac You got everything that others would lack Along with the F-A, B-O, L-O, U-S Your patience I personally admire Cause I started out a player now I'm 'bout to have my jersey retired, for real [Chorus: Jagged Edge] Girl I'd trade it all, money, cars and everything All, even give up my street dream (my dream) All, anything to have you on my team (I don't care baby) All, baby girl I'd trade it all (I'd trade it, yeah) Even give up my good green All, and I'd give the watch and pinky ring (oh yeah) All, anything to have you on my team All, baby girl I'd trade it all [Verse 3: Fabolous] There ain't no "mights" or "maybe" I done did wrong, so I'm a make sure it's right for my baby You know how tight that my day be And how long and stressin them flights to L.A. be Ain't no rumor gon' get back to your friends Before I let a nigga disrespect you I be back in the pen Front to back you a ten You got me thinkin 'bout puttin a car seat in back of the Benz, uh [Chorus: Jagged Edge] Girl I'd trade it all, money, cars and everything All, even give up my street dream (my dream) All, anything to have you on my team (I don't care baby) All, baby girl I'd trade it all (I'd trade it, yeah) Even give up my good green All, and I'd give the watch and pinky ring (oh yeah) All, anything to have you on my team All, baby girl I'd trade it all

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Go Baby

Lupe Fiasco

[Pre-Chorus] Where my ladies at? I said where my ladies at? Let's find somewhere we can go crazy at And for you baby I'll be your maniac Hey, hey, hey, hey And you don't have to worry 'bout nothing Cause every time I see you baby you'll be rolling with me Oh I'll be on the sidelines rooting for my dime Holding up my sign and it say: [Chorus] Go baby! (Hoo hoo) Go baby! (Hoo hoo) Go baby! (Hoo hoo) Go baby! (Hoo hoo) Go baby! (Hoo hoo) Go baby! (Hoo hoo) Go baby! (Hoo hoo) Go baby! (Hoo hoo) Go baby! (Hoo hoo) Go baby! (Hoo hoo) Go baby! (Hoo hoo) Go baby! (Hoo hoo) Go baby! (Hoo hoo) Go baby! (Hoo hoo) Go baby! (Hoo hoo) Go baby! (Hoo hoo) [Verse 1] There my lady at I said there my lady at That's my honey if I give her money she ain't gotta pay me back No you ain't gotta pay me back Hey hey hey hey And I'll forever give you my love cuz When I'm down you always put a smile on me And when all of my strength's up, and I'm 'bout to give up And I need a lift up, I hear her say You might also like[Chorus] Go baby! (Hoo hoo) Go baby! (Hoo hoo) Go baby! (Hoo hoo) Go baby! (Hoo hoo) Go baby! (Hoo hoo) Go baby! (Hoo hoo) Go baby! (Hoo hoo) Go baby! (Hoo hoo) Go baby! (Hoo hoo) Go baby! (Hoo hoo) Go baby! (Hoo hoo) Go baby! (Hoo hoo) Go baby! (Hoo hoo) Go baby! (Hoo hoo) Go baby! (Hoo hoo) Go baby! (Hoo hoo) [Verse 2] She loves me, she loves me more Amour me, she assures She adores me Even when it's up and down like see-saw Surely, we can start from scratch like default When they say you're not my baby like Maury You can tell 'em that they're telling a story Testify like you're telling a jury And I'll repeat like you said it before me We undefeated like a veteran army And we as heavy as an elephant, aren't we? Let's take 'em to the zoo, or better yet a safari They want me to leave my Dame like the fella from Marcy (No!) But we go way back like a set of Atari's From baby fat 'til we skeletons darling "Me" starring "You" is what it says on the marquee So let's go give them a show, on my heart, get set, go! [Chorus] Go baby! (Hoo hoo) Go baby! (Hoo hoo) Go baby! (Hoo hoo) Go baby! (Hoo hoo) Go baby! (Hoo hoo) Go baby! (Hoo hoo) Go baby! (Hoo hoo) Go baby! (Hoo hoo) Go baby! (Hoo hoo) Go baby! (Hoo hoo) Go baby! (Hoo hoo) Go baby! (Hoo hoo) Go baby! (Hoo hoo) Go baby! (Hoo hoo) Go baby! (Hoo hoo) Go baby! (Hoo hoo) [Bridge] And you're my sure-fire, superstar, sure-shot, firecracker Extravaganza, fantastic, super-size with extra cheese You best believe That you're my sure-fire, superstar, sure-shot, firecracker Extravaganza, fantastic, super-size with extra cheese Yes indeed! [Pre-Chorus] Where my ladies at? I said where my ladies at? Let's find somewhere we can go crazy at And for you baby I'll be your maniac Hey hey hey hey And you don't have to worry 'bout nothing Cause every time I see you baby you'll be rolling with me Oh I'll be on the sidelines rooting for my dime Holding up my sign and it say [Chorus] Go baby! (Hoo hoo) Go baby! (Hoo hoo) Go baby! (Hoo hoo) Go baby! (Hoo hoo) Go baby! (Hoo hoo) Go baby! (Hoo hoo) Go baby! (Hoo hoo) Go baby! (Hoo hoo) Go baby! (Hoo hoo) Go baby! (Hoo hoo) Go baby! (Hoo hoo) Go baby! (Hoo hoo) Go baby! (Hoo hoo) Go baby! (Hoo hoo) Go baby! (Hoo hoo) Go baby! (Hoo hoo)2

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Not Lost

B.o.B

[Hook - B.o.B] Just because I'm losing doesn't mean I'm lost They gave me nothing but doubt First they waited then hated then counted me out Just because I'm losing doesn't mean I'm stuck They say I lost my way But first I showed em then I sold em right in front of their face [Verse 1 - B.o.B] Well this is the world that we live in One minute you the hero the next you the villain We got up in this game just to try to make a living We hit you with the truth while you watching television But still these are the cards that we dealt They kick you on the ground when you most need help Until you dried up and they sit you on the shelf Then you start to cry because you all by yourself So just know if you wanna wear the belt The only way to excel is the soul that you sell So I could care less about the clothes on myself Im trying to drive straight on a road made of nails Yeah, I got to pay the toll if I fail Or else it would be another story to tell Im getting to the door I can tell Im just waiting on the day till the glory prevails You might also like[Hook - B.o.B] Just because I'm losing doesn't mean I'm lost They gave me nothing but doubt First they waited then hated then counted me out Just because I'm losing doesn't mean I'm stuck They say I lost my way But first I showed em then I sold em right in front of their face [Verse 2 - T.I.] All I know is keep goin', shit don't stop Until the hustle doubles up, I'll put the click on top Used to wanna have the bricks on lock Til we went to prison saw we couldn't pick them locks Easy decision now a nigga think I lost my touch Listen if I ain't the realest ever done it I ain't off by much So please don't wake me up if I'm dreamin' In the fast lane speedin', no safety belt And it's a marathon, pace yourself In this race for wealth talkin shit just a waste of breath Chasing me like chasing your tail your never catch it Respect is something you never get if you never had it I'm lookin' back and laughin' this life of mine Brought me all the way here from my life of crime Just a constant reminder that the end all be all Is the one who knows all sees all because [Hook - B.o.B] Just because I'm losing doesn't mean I'm lost They gave me nothing but doubt First they waited then hated then counted me out Just because I'm losing doesn't mean I'm stuck They say I lost my way But first I showed em then I sold em right in front of their face [Verse 3 - B.o.B] Yeah, well these are my predictions I'll be on the Top 40 with a big hit Travelin' the world tryin' not to get sick And I'mma get more friends on my "Friends List" And then after that I'll be famous And everyone I know will tell me that I'm changin' And then my cell phone will never stop ringin' And I'll be all over magazine pages Yeah and they'll play my songs 'til they borin' And if I ever do stop touring they treat me like a foreigner Don't believe me, ask Lauryn [Hook - B.o.B] Just because I'm losing doesn't mean I'm lost They gave me nothing but doubt First they waited then hated then counted me out Just because I'm losing doesn't mean I'm stuck They say I lost my way But first I showed em then I sold em right in front of their face2

Hip-HopRap

I Really Mean It (Freestyle)

J. Cole

[Intro] Yeah, The Warm Up Lemme stretch out Yeah [Verse 1] They say I'm the down south Nas, the east coast Pac The Carolina Andre, the Fayettenam Kanye So join it, can't beat it, to all the nonbelievers If you missed it, I'll repeat it, I'm the light skinned Jesus Here's my thesis for them niggas with them pieces like Reese's We ballin' while we winking at your bitch up in the bleachers She fiending just to hop up on my shit like she was featured On that piece of shit, bed keep on squeaking like some sneakers On the court, here's some lines you can snort, food for thought Here's a fork, no pork, damn it, keep it pure, organic What's the score? Lord, it's a blowout You niggas out here shoutin', but see me, I'm just gon' show out Bitch, it's destiny, no doubt, niggas testing me more but I'm sure Look homie I know my shit can give a tour of the sewer I'm bored, this shit is simple, on instrumentals I'm Kimbo Slicing on any tempo, I'm busting like many pimples on the temple Go hard like I just seen some nipples on Beyonce No disrespect to Hov, but if I didn't I'd be beyond gay Almost erased them lines but in the end I chose to keep 'em 'Cause if I said it, I really, I really I really mean it, yeah You might also like[Interlude] And that's just a Warm Up baby Lemme give it to 'em Yeah, yeah, yeah, look, nigga [Verse 2] I rep my city in your city Just to let you niggas know just where I'm comin from Ville' nigga troublesome Gats all around niggas waist like a cummerbund Leave you leakin' 'til the plumber come Still we ain't running from no man Look bitch I'm hot enough to melt a snowman Ey pack your bags mama we gettin the fuck up outta Po' land Cause I'm programmed for the dough While you hold hands with a ho You ain't got no chance when I flow Bitch I was a grown man when I was four Boy, so sit your ass down You lookin at the class clown Slash valedictorian, slash hoopin nigga best dressed Back in school you was just a stupid nigga And now you're rappin all you talk bout your Coupe is sicker Your top is dropped but the cops is out here shootin niggas Stupid nigga, see me I rather tell the truth to niggas You out here stuntin, niggas is out here frontin Nigga you good for nothin I'm freestylin coming off the dome Bitch Macaulay Culkin Home Alone I don't even know why I said that And bitch I get bread that's enormous Ya'll niggas on my dick man I'm dormant That means I'm on the low, that means I'm on your ho That means I'm about this dough Nigga I'm coming off the dome Bitch I'm I'll all the way to the chromosomes in my body Bitch get hit with a 12-gauge shotty No Maserati, driving like Mr Cosby Nigga know I'm coming through I got the sicker flow I've hit them motherfuckin niggas with that Nigga know that drunk shit I'll shit Comin through I spill shit like whoops, bitch You need to read a book bitch (Fade Out with J. Cole still rapping)4

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A Milli (Remix)

Asher Roth

(Bangladesh!) No, not Bangladesh! Bangley Yo, Brain Bang! Yo Myspace's been blowing me up Telling me I had to do it And since I'm a real democracy I figured "I might as well" You know what I mean It goes like this A million here, a million there Yeah, you got a mil but for real dog nobody cares If you don't share, don't donate to charity Children who can barely eat, no shoes on their feet We don't see, we don't read, we don't really need to Self-centered humans be the root of all evil In this industry, we just feed our egos Got a 7 series and a brand new pea coat With that "oh, oh look at me yo "Heard Ash on milli he ain't talking 'bout me though" Yes I am, yo, you call yourself a man But it ain't about the money, it's about what you stand for This is for my people who can't afford pampers Wake up in the morning got my clothes out the hamper Money ain't the answer, still ain't cured cancer I ain't got a mil but I'm a pretty good dancer My advance lasts me about a week After taxes and my bills and a big sack of weed I am back to where I began Chilling watching CNN Thinking damn, we are damned, not again How is George Bush not in jail for treason But Clinton gets impeached for busting semen? uh You might also likeA million dead, a million scarred A million bars till' you realize you took it too far With your cars and you guns, ha, hardy-har-har Til' I'm dead and I'm gone I'mma party too hard Life's short, have a ball, matter fact, have two Yo the government don't care, here's a big "Fuck you!" Cause gas is 4 bucks, but they still drive trucks Dumb and dumber in your hummer, yo I bet that sucks Spend a milli at the pump In the city you don't need that Buy a fucking bike, maybe you wouldn't be fat Yo homie where the weed at? Yeah I need to relax, motherfucker I'm chill (Just relax b, are you done yet?) Nah It's just these stupid motherfuckers never get it It's pathetic Yo they get to the pros and don't do shit Like they Redick When I get that check I'm gonna take it right to the medic Cause these sick kids need it more than I need a necklace Y'all need to respect this I'm Asher Paul Roth, yo, I'm always on the guest list Yeah I got a checklist Stay getting checked, bitch Keep your mouth closed don't let yourself get checked bitch Rap's Wayne Gretzky, yes, I'm the best and Only 22, almost Alex Ovechkin I suggest y'all invest in some self-esteem Intervene with Charlton Heston's Plan to arm every man with a handgun Who kills people, the gun or the man? um I'm the best sword fighter in the land, come test me I'll be drinking wine while practicing my fencing And driving a jet-ski, straight multitasking "How are you so good?" I don't know, don't ask me A million here, a million there Yeah, you got a mil but for real dog nobody cares If you don't share, don't donate to charity Children who can barely eat, no shoes on their feet We don't see, we don't read, we don't really need to Self-centered humans be the root of all evil Motherfucker I'm ill What up Bangly? Your welcome3

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Coming From Where I’m From

Lupe Fiasco

[Sample: The Education of Sonny Carson] You know, you got this fantasy in your head about getting out of the life and setting that other world on its ear. What the fuck are you gonna do except hustle? Now, man, I ain't puttin' you down. I'm just tryna make it real, baby, like it is— like it is— [Intro: Lupe Fiasco] Lupe Fiasco Came from the ghetto You know! (Ugh, yeah) Food & Liquor! It's the ghetto right here, man! Uh-huh [Verse 1: Lupe Fiasco] Ayy, it's real here (Uh-huh), dope fiends steal here Turn around, give us the money to buy wheels here Give you the chills, yeah? Developers don't build here The property values low 'cause we still here (Ha) Better believe most of us wanna leave Furthest we went was out of our minds, but we still here Weapons concealed here, lil' sisters on the pill here Can't pay our bills here, but we like to chill here (Yeah) Gotta reap what you sow, grow what you till here Your mama weep where you sowed, ‘cause you was killed there Police put cameras on poles—too many deals there Gotta go to the county 'cause you was filmed there (Yup) How does it feel knowing innocence was killed here? (Mm) Last night, down the park, beating heart was stilled there (Tss) For the love of his chain, I make appeals here Let's pray for our brains, bust-downs kneel here Church, yeah You might also like[Hook: Anthony Hamilton & Lupe Fiasco] Sometimes I get rushed Coming from where I'm from, (I'm from) Times have got hard, yeah (Y'know? Yeah) Coming from where I'm from (I'm from) Sometimes I gotta walk to work, yeah (Tales of a young Black male, woo!) Coming from where I'm from (I'm from) Sometimes I gotta do a little dirt (Facing this old Black (?)) Coming from where I'm from (I'm from) [Verse 2: Lupe Fiasco] There was once a child in here 'Cause all the tribulations and the trials in here (Yeah) And all the limitations of his housing there Became a teenage trafficker, a thousand-aire Captivated with what the drug dealer told Infatuated with what the drug dealers drove (Mm) A life validated by what a drug dealer holds On the stand 'cause what another drug dealer told A drug dealer woes, time waits for no man No woman waits for a man with time on his hands (They don't) Didn't you know? Lord, they fearing Ye now They hearing Ye now, 'specially when the "Conspiracy"s come down (They scared now) We come down, get humble; it's no longer fun now But who gonna hustle to feed his son now? (Oh) From the cradle to the cage We bring our sons to get gunned down, our daughters to have more It's war [Hook: Anthony Hamilton & Lupe Fiasco] Sometimes I get lonely (Yuh) Coming from where I'm from (I'm from) Things ain't what they seem to be (Or a reasonable facsimile of it) Coming from where I'm from (I'm from) Sometimes I get a little angry (Just ain't me, though) Coming from where I'm from (I'm from) Sometimes it gets the best of me (It's all us, man) [Bridge: Anthony Hamilton] Well I tried to be good Wanted nothing but to love somebody Didn't wanna die young Grinding, hustling, tryna feed my family Too scared to have kids And do what Daddy did 'Cause I'm so scared of failing Sometimes it gets hard Coming from where I'm from (Sometimes) [Verse 3: Lupe Fiasco] But, but it's beautiful here There's nothing like the feeling when you do it from here You ain't have to move a pack, you ain't have to shoot a gat And you still took your mama, and you moved her from here You ain't dropped out, and you figured the world out Can survive 'bout anywhere—learn how to do it in here Yeah, that's how we do it in here Hearing shorties at play is like music to the ear We still get by, you know? (Yeah) [Hook: Anthony Hamilton] Coming from where I'm from (I'm from) Sometimes you gotta mourn Coming from where I'm from (I'm' from) Sometimes I gotta cry a little bit louder Coming from where I'm from (I'm from) Sometimes I gotta fight the pain, yeah Coming from where I'm from (I'm from) Sometimes I gotta walk along Coming from where I'm from (I'm from) Sometimes I get a little worried Coming from where I'm from (I'm from) Sometimes I get lost, out of touch Coming from where I'm from (I'm from) Sometimes I think I pray a little bit too much Coming from where I'm from (I'm from) Sometimes I get a little scared Coming from where I'm from (I'm from)

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Can I Bitch (Canibus & Jermaine Dupri Diss)

Eminem

[Intro] (I, I wanna grow up too) "Uncle Marshall, will you tell us a bedtime story?" Here we go! [Verse 1] Now, once upon a time not long ago There was a little rapper about to blow But his album came, and it was not good I think it went lead or double copper-wood So these silly little fans, they were misled By a nerdy Internet computer hip-hop head "Me and you, Clef, we're gonna make some cash." "Grab this silver paint and just paint my ass." Hey, mister, would you care to bear witness to The ass-whippin' I'm about to administer To this ass-kissin' little vaginal blister? Stanibus, little Marshall Mathers' sister And in this corner, we have the "Mr Not-Havin'-It," it's the Mad, sinister Dr. Evil, with his bag of tricks for This little antagonistic faggot Dick-sucking ex-LL Cool J fan from Windsor I'm 'bout to murder little Kenny-Fag-Kaniff-sta You bastard, I ain't wanna have to diss ya Canibus, where the fuck you at? I miss ya! You might also like[Hook] Canibitch, oh, Canibitch Wherefore art thou, Canibitch? Please tell me what happened with That style that you were rappin' with Canibitch, oh, Canibitch Are you from Los Angeles New York, or just a janitor From Canada? Oh, Canibitch [Verse 2] Now, at first, I ain't really understand this shit Picture me, for a second, and imagine it Chillin' in the Bat Mansion relaxin' when All of a sudden some bullshit comes across the scanners, it's Canibitch, on some 'Stan Lives' shit It creeped me out at first; man, this is sick But me, bein' just as sick, this conflict Gets my dick harder than arithmetic And I know how you jealous ones envy I shoulda knew better from the first few letters you sent me The first two letters, you were tellin' me shit like You respect me, like any other regular MC The third letter, you asked how come I ain't return None of the messages at Shady Records you left me The fourth letter: "Slim, you're really startin' to upset me." The fifth letter told me you were comin' to get me The sixth letter, there's a bomb threat on our building This crazy motherfucker's really tryna kill me So I went back and read the first few letters that said Some shit about a message you left Oh shit! That's not a E, that's an A! This dude wants to leave me a 'massage,' he's gay! Right away, I'm on the phone with Dr. Dre "We got a bogey," "Marshall, I'm on the way." [Hook] Canibitch, oh, Canibitch Wherefore art thou, Canibitch? Please tell me what happened with That style that you were rappin' with Canibitch, oh, Canibitch Are you from Los Angeles New York, or just a janitor From Canada? Oh, Canibitch [Verse 3] So, in two seconds flat, Dre's at my crib Only thing is, we both know where this kid lives And neither one of us have Canadian citizenship "Shit. Oh, Dre, wait a minute, that's it! All we gotta do is use a bit of turbo-boost We can fly over the border!" "Let's Go!" [whoosh] So we're off to Toronto and we're gainin' speed "What was that? Oh, Jermaine Dupri." "Fuck it," keep goin', no time to waste "Wait, back up. Hit him one more time, in case." "Okay," fuck, now he's draggin' under the car "Oh well, only thirty more thousand miles!" Meanwhile, me and Dre are tryna conversate Just tryna find a reason for the constant hate And tryna figure out what happened to 'Germaine Propane' "He couldn't have fell off that hard." Ain't no way! What happened to the way you was rappin' When you was scandalous? That Canibus turned into a television evangelist! Plus, he raps with his regular voice [Four impacts] "What was that?" "Pet Shop Boys." So, we pull up to the bridge where he last was spotted His corpse was still movin', but his ass was rotted And he kinda smelled a little like Courtney Love I figured if I stick him with a fork, he's done So I stabbed him twice, kept jabbin'—Christ! He won't die! This guy's like a battered wife! He's like Kim: he keeps comin' back for more But he won't fight back, I cracked his jaw Hold up! 'Bis, quit foldin' up! Punch me in the chest, make my shoulders touch Do something! At least one punchline! Come on! 'Til the meter reads Nine! Nine! Nine- Ty nine percent of my fans are blond! 'Bis, come on, answer me, man, respond! Tell me 'bout the sun, rain, moon and stars! Intergalactical metaphors from Mars! Raw to the floor, raw like Reservoir Dogs! Bite another line from Redman's song! Suddenly, the stub of a dead man's arm From a midget reaches out from under the car It's J.D.! This motherfucker won't die, neither! Dre starts sprayin' him with cans of ether We swamped the bitch in it; stomped the bitch again "Compton!" "Detroit, bitch, talk some shit again!" "Stomp him!" "Switch feet!" "Stomp him!" "Switch again!" "Dre, all right, he's dead, dog, quit kickin' him! I think Stanibus jumped off the bridge again!" ("Ahh!") "Damn," "He disappeared, yo, he's gone, he did it again!" [Hook] Canibitch, oh, Canibitch Wherefore art thou, Canibitch? Please tell me what happened with That style that you were rappin' with Canibitch, oh, Canibitch Are you from Los Angeles New York, or just a janitor From Canada? Oh, Canibitch22

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American Dreamin’

JAY-Z

[Intro: Marvin Gaye] Dreamed of you this morning Then came the dawn, and I thought you were here with me If you could only see How much I love you That's all, that's all, baby [Chorus: Marvin Gaye & JAY-Z] Oh no, I never gave up no way (I never felt that before) Oh no, I never gave up no way (I never felt that before) Oh no, I never gave up no way (I never felt that before) But there's always— that's all, that's all, baby (Uh, uh) [Verse 1: JAY-Z] This is the shit you dream about with the homies steaming out Back-to-back, backing them Bimmers out Seems as our plans to get a grant Then go off to college didn't pan or even out We need it now, we need a town We need a place to pitch, we need a mound For now, I'm just a lazy boy Daydreaming in my La-Z-Boy In the clouds of smoke, been playing this Marvin Mama, forgive me, should be thinking about Harvard But that's too far away, niggas is starving Nothing wrong with my aim, just gotta change the target I got dreams of bagging snid-ow the size of pillows I see pies every time my eyes clid-ose I see rides, sixes, I gotta get those Life's a bitch, I hope to not make her a widow You might also like[Chorus: Marvin Gaye & JAY-Z] Oh no, I never gave up no way (I never felt that before) American dreamin' Oh no, I never gave up no way (I never felt that before) I'm just American dreamin' Oh no, I never gave up no way (I never felt that before) American dreamin' But there's always— that's all, that's all, baby (Uh, uh) [Verse 2: JAY-Z] Now see the life's right there, and it seems right there And it's not quite near, and it's not like we're Professionals, moving the decimals Know where to cop? Nah, got a connect? No Who in the F knows how to be successful Need a personal Jesus, I'm in Depeche Mode They say its celestial, it's all in the stars It's like Tony La Russa on how you play your cards 'Cause y'all ain't fucking with me, the ironies are At all costs, better avoid these bars Now let's start, on your mark Get set, let's go, get out the car Going in circles, it's a vicious cycle This is a crash course, this ain't high school Wake up, Muttley, you're dreaming again Your own reality show, the season begins [Chorus: Marvin Gaye & JAY-Z] Oh no, I never gave up no way (I never felt that before) American dreamin' Oh no, I never gave up no way (I never felt that before) I'm just American dreamin' Oh no, I never gave up no way (I never felt that before) American dreamin' But there's always— that's all, that's all, baby [Verse 3: JAY-Z] Step one in this process, scramble up in your projects And head to the heights where big coke is processed You gotta convince 'em that you're not from the precinct Please speak slow 'cause he no speaky no English If he takes a liking after a couple of trips And your money is straight, he's going to give you consignment Now in the game where only time can tell Survive the droughts, I wish you well— hold up Survive the droughts? I wish you well? How sick am I? I wish you health I wish you wheels, I wish you wealth I wish you insight so you could see for yourself You could see the signs when the jackers is scheming And the cops is coming, you could read they mind You could see from behind, you could redefine The game as we know it, one dream at a time I'm American dreamin' [Chorus: Marvin Gaye & JAY-Z] Oh no, I never gave up no way (I never felt that before) American dreamin' Oh no, I never gave up no way (I never felt that before) American dreamin' Oh no, I never gave up no way (I never felt that before) American dreamin' But there's always— that's all, that's all, baby [Outro: JAY-Z] American dreamin'18

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Millie Pulled a Pistol on Santa

De La Soul

[Intro] "If you will suck my soul I will lick your funky emotions" [Verse 1: Posdnuos] This is the stylin' for a title that sounds silly But nothin' silly about the triflin' times of Millie Millie a Brooklyn Queen originally from Philly Complete with that accent that made her sound hillbilly Around this time the slammin' joint was “Milk is Chillin'” But even cooler was my social worker Dillon Yeah I had a social worker 'cuz I had some troubles Anyone who'd riff on me, I'd pop their dome like bubbles He'd bring me to his crib to watch my favorite races That's how his daughter Millie became one of my favorite faces She had the curves that made you wanna take chances I mean on her, man, I'd love to make advances I guess her father must 'a got the same feelin' I mean, actually findin' his own daughter Millie appealing At the time no one knew but it was a shame That Millie became a victim of the touchy-touchy game [Verse 2: Trugoy the Dove] Yo Millie, what's the problem, lately you've been buggin' On your dookie earrings, someone must be tuggin' You were a dancer who could always be found clubbin' Now you're world renowned with the frown you're luggin' Come to think your face look stink when Dill's around you He's your father-what done happen-did he ground you? You shouldn't flip on him 'cuz Dill is really cool Matter of fact, the coolest elder in the school He hooked up a trip to bring us all the Lacey He volunteered to play old Santa Claus at Macy's Child, ya got the best pops anyone could have Dillon's cool, super hip, you should be glad You might also like[Verse 3: Posdnuos] Yeah, it seemed that Santa's ways were parallel with Dillon But when Millie and him got home, he was more of a villain While she slept in he crept inside her bedroom And he would toss her and then would force her to give him head room Millie tried real hard to let this hell not happen But when she'd fuss, he would just commence the slappin' (Yo Dillon man, Millie's been out of school for a week, man, what's the deal?) I guess he was givin' Millie's bruises time to heal Of course he told us she was sick and we believed him And at the department store as Santa we would see 'em And as he smiled, his own child was at home plottin' How off the face of this earth she was gonna knock him When I got home, I found she had tried to call me My machine had kicked to her hey how ya doin' (sorry) I tried to call the honey but her line was busy I guess I'll head to Macy's and bug out on Dillon [Verse 4: Trugoy the Dove] I received a call from Misses Sick herself I asked her how was she recoverin' her health She said that what she had to ask would make it seem minute She wanted to talk serious, I said, "go ahead-shoot" She claimed I hit the combo dead upon the missile Wanted to know if I could get a loaded pistol That ain't a problem but why would Millie need one She said she wanted her pops Dillon to heed one Ran some style about him pushin' on her privates Look honey, I don't care if you kick five fits There's no way that you can prove to me that Dill's flip He might breathe a blunt but ya jeans he wouldn't rip You're just mad he's your overseer at school No need to play him out like he's someone cruel She kicked that she would go get it from somewhere else Yeah, whatever you say, go for ya self [Verse 5: Posdnuos] Macy's department store, the scene for Santa's kisses And all the little brats demandin' all of their wishes Time passes by as I wait for my younger brother He asks his wish, I waste no time to return him back to Mother As I'm jettin', Millie floats in like a zombie I ask her what's her problem, all she says is "Where is he?" I give a point, she pulls a pistol, people screamin' She shouts to Dill, “He's off to hell cuz he's a demon!” None of the kids could understand what was the cause All they could see was a girl holdin' a pistol on Claus Dillon pleaded mercy, said he didn't mean to Do all the things that her mind could do nothing but cling to Millie bucked him and with the quickness it was over3

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We Used to Wait

Arcade Fire

[Verse 1: Win Butler] I used to write I used to write letters, I used to sign my name I used to sleep at night Before the flashing lights settled deep in my brain But by the time we met By the time we met, the times had already changed So I never wrote a letter I never took my true heart, I never wrote it down So when the lights cut out I was lost, standing in the wilderness downtown [Pre-Chorus: Win Butler & Régine Chassagne] Now our lives are changing fast Now our lives are changing fast Hope that something pure can last Hope that something pure can last [Verse 2: Win Butler] And it seems strange How we used to wait for letters to arrive But what's stranger still Is how something so small can keep you alive We used to wait We used to waste hours just walking around We used to wait All those wasted lives in the wilderness downtown See Arcade Fire LiveGet tickets as low as $117You might also like[Chorus: Win Butler, Régine Chassagne, Both] Ooh, we used to wait Ooh, we used to wait Ooh, we used to wait Sometimes it never came (Ooh, we used to wait) Sometimes it never came (Ooh, we used to wait) Still moving through the pain (Ooh) [Verse 3: Win Butler] I'm gonna write A letter to my true love, I'm gonna sign my name Like a patient on a table I wanna walk again, gonna move through the pain [Pre-Chorus: Win Butler & Régine Chassagne] Now our lives are changing fast Now our lives are changing fast Hope that something pure can last Hope that something pure can last [Chorus: Win Butler, Régine Chassagne, Both] Ooh, we used to wait Ooh, we used to wait Ooh, we used to wait Sometimes it never came (Ooh, we used to wait) Sometimes it never came (Ooh, we used to wait) Still moving through the pain (Ooh) [Post-Chorus: Win Butler] We used to wait We used to wait We used to wait [Outro: Win Butler] We used to wait for it We used to wait for it And now we're screaming sing the chorus again We used to wait for it We used to wait for it Now we're screaming sing the chorus again I used to wait for it I used to wait for it Hear my voice screaming sing the chorus again Wait for it! Wait for it! Wait for it!11

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Roman’s Revenge

Nicki Minaj

[Verse 1: Nicki Minaj] I am not Jasmine, I am Aladdin So far ahead, these bums is laggin' See me in that new thing, bums is gaggin' I'm startin' to feel like a dungeon dragon Rah, rah, like a dungeon dragon I'm startin' to feel like a dungeon dragon Look at my show footage, how these girls be spazzin' So fuck I look like gettin' back to a has-been? Yeah, I said it, has-been Hang it up, flatscreen Plasma "Hey Nicki, hey Nicki," asthma I got the pumps, it ain't got medicine I got bars, sentencin' I'm a bad bitch, I'm a cunt And I'll kick that ho, punt Forced trauma, blunt You play the back, bitch, I'm in the front You need a job, this ain't cuttin' it Nicki Minaj is who you ain't fuckin' with You lil' Fraggle Rock, beat you with a pad-a-lock I am a movie, camera block You outta work, I know it's tough But enough is enough You might also like[Chorus: Nicki Minaj] Rah, rah, like a dungeon dragon Rah, rah, rah, like a dungeon dragon Rah, rah, rah, like a dungeon dragon Like a dungeon dragon, like a dungeon dragon Rah, rah, rah, like a dungeon dragon Rah, rah, rah, like a dungeon dragon Rah, rah, rah, like a dungeon dragon Like a dungeon dragon, like a dungeon dragon [Verse 2: Eminem] I ain't into S&M, but my whip's off the chain A little drop of candy paint drips off the frame Twisted-ass mind, got a pretzel for a brain An eraser for a head, fuckin' pencil for a frame You don't like it, then peel off, bitch Every last woman on Earth I'll kill off And I still wouldn't fuck you, slut So wipe the smile on your grill off I swear to God I'll piss a Happy Meal off Get the wheels turning, spin, and wheel off Snap the axle in half, bust the tie-rod Quit hollering, "Why, God?" He ain't got shit to do with it Bygones'll never be bygones The world ain't finished swallowing my wad I ain't finished blowing it, nice bra Hope it'll fit a tough titty, bitch, life's hard I swear to God life is a dumb blonde white broad With fake tits and a bad dye job Who just spit in my fuckin' face and called me a fuckin' tightwad So finally I broke down and bought her an iPod And caught her stealing my music So I tied her arms and legs to the bed Set up the camera and pissed twice on her Look, two pees and a tripod The moral to the story is life's treating you like dry sod? Kick it back in its face, my God It's Shady and Nicki Minaj, you might find the sight quite odd But don't ask why, bitch, ask why not? The world-world is my punching bag and If I'm garbage, you're a bunch of maggots Make that face, go on, scrunch it up at me Show me the target so I can lunge and attack it Like a, rah, rah, like a dungeon dragon You fell off, off, they must've bumped your wagon You must've went off the back, I'm 'bout to go off the deep end Told you to stay in your lane, you just jumped in traffic [Verse 3: Nicki Minaj] Is this the thanks that I get for puttin' you bitches on? Is it my fault that all of you bitches gone? Should've sent a thank-you note, you little ho Now I'ma wrap your coffin with a bow "Nicki, she's just mad 'cause you took the spot" Word, that bitch mad 'cause I took the spot? Well, bitch, if you ain't shittin', then get off the pot Got some niggas out in Brooklyn that'll off your top I hear the mumblin', I hear the cacklin' I got 'em scared, shook, panickin' Overseas, church, Vatican You at a standstill, mannequin You wanna sleep on me? Overnight? I'm the motherfuckin' boss, overwrite And when I pull up, vroom, motorbike Now all my niggas gettin' buck, overbite I see them dusty-ass Filas, Levis Raggedy Anns, holes in your knee-highs I call the play, now do you see why? These bitches callin' me Manning, Eli Manning, Eli, these bitches callin' me Manning, Eli [Verse 4: Eminem] All you lil' faggots can suck it No homo, but I'ma stick it to 'em like refrigerator magnets And I'm crooked enough to make straitjackets bend Yeah, look who's back again, bitch, keep acting as if You have the same passion I have, yeah, right Still hungry, my ass, you ass-dicks had gastric bypass Ain't hot enough to set fire to dry grass And 'bout as violent as hair on eyelids, but eyelash Go take a flying leap of faith off a fuckin' balcony 'Fore I shove a falcon wing up your fly ass You know what time it is, so why ask? When Shady and Nicki's worlds clash It's high class meets white trash [Chorus: Nicki Minaj] Rah, rah, like a dungeon dragon Rah, rah, rah, like a dungeon dragon Rah, rah, rah, like a dungeon dragon Like a dungeon dragon, like a dungeon dragon Rah, rah, rah, like a dungeon dragon Rah, rah, rah, like a dungeon dragon Rah, rah, rah, like a dungeon dragon Like a dungeon dragon, like a dungeon dragon [Outro: Nicki Minaj] Roman, Roman, stop it, stop it You've gone mad, mad, I tell you, mad You and this boy Slim Shady What's going on? They'll lock you away They'll put you in a jail cell, I promise Take your mother's warning, Roman, please Back to bed, run along, let's go, come on Wash your mouth out with soap, boys76

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Early This Morning

JAY-Z

[Intro] Let's try this, Guru (Every time I think about you) yeah yeah (I feel so alive) (I wish I could hold onto you forever) This is how I start my day anew Uhh, uh huh, uh huh, yeah, uhh [Chorus] (I woke up early this morning with a new sight over life) Good morning America, ghetto USA (Never read the Qur'an or Islamic scriptures Only Psalms I read was on the arms of my niggas) Uhh, come on, good morning It was the best of times, it was the worst of times (The sunshine was shining, you were on my mind) [Verse] Yeah, I wake up, hit my shoebox, I snatch out a few rocks Put the rest inside, now I'm ready to ride Put the bomb in my socks so cops can't locate the vials I ain't freshly dressed but got a Colgate smile That's right, hah (I woke up early this morning) Throw on the same clothes I had on last night I got loads of capers to come up with this paper I got money schemes that come to me in my dreams Hit the block like a veteran Fiends need they medicine, I'm the relief pitcher Their clean up hitters, it works I hit the Ave., stash the bag in the dirt Put the rest in my small pocket, I start clockin' (I woke up early this morning) Same routine: I'm runnin' game to fiends Exchangin' cash for crack rocks, back and forth to my stash box Hundred dollars a week Shorties got the Ave. watched, fiends swarm I'm gettin' rid of this bomb, as I You might also like[Chorus] (I woke up early this morning with a new sight over life) Good morning (Never read the Qur'an or Islamic scriptures Only Psalms I read was on the arms of my niggas) (I woke up early this morning with a new sight over life) (The sun was shinin', you were on my mind) (I woke up early this morning...)3

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Coming of Age (Da Sequel)

JAY-Z

[Intro: Jay-Z & Memphis Bleek] Uh-huh uh yeah, gi-gi-geyeah Time to come up, hold my own weight, defend my crown Gots to lock it down and when they rush -- part two Cocaine whiter now Operation is sweet Whole game tighter now Moving a brick a week Plus a nigga price is down We them niggas to see Time to start the arising now I don't know what's wrong with Bleek [Verse 1: Jay-Z & Memphis Bleek] It seems, I'm like Keenan, picking up on the vibe That he ain't too happy, I could just see it in his eyes I don't know if it's the chicks or how we dividing the loot Time to pay his ass a visit 'fore he decide to get cute Jumped out like a star with the flavest car Matching the gator shirt, softer than my next door neighbors These young niggas think I fell out the loop 'Cause the last time they seen me hopping out the Coupe I hopped out in a suit Look at this nigga Jay fronting, trying to take my shine I didn't say this verbally, just had some shit on my mind Plus I'm puffing like an ounce more than I used to puff Taking advice from these niggas but they ain't used to stuff They had me thinking, "Shit, I'm the one that moved the stuff While he drive around town in brand new Coupes and stuff" Swear to God, they had me practically hating his guts As he approached I spoke, "Jigga, whattup?" You might also like[Chorus: Memphis Bleek & (Jay-Z)] I done came up (uhh), put my life on the line (uhh) Soaked the game up (yeah), now it's my time to shine Time to change up (what?), no more second in line Nine-eight, these streets is mine (Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh-uh-huh-uh-huh) [Verse 2: Jay-Z & Memphis Bleek] Look at that fake smile he just gave me, it's breaking my heart Should I school him or pull the tools out and just break him apart? I felt his hatred it was harsh -- 'fore this faking shit start I should take him in back of the building and blaze him Uh-oh, this nigga Jay, he ain't slow, he musta picked up on the vibe But had I not been so high, I woulda been able to hide Tried to cover up myself, as I gave him a five Hugged him as if I loved him, to the naked eye It woulda seemed we was the closest, but to those that know us Could see that something was about to go down Stay focused, I'm trying to concentrate But it's like he's reading my mind As if he can see through this fog and all this weed in my mind Could he see I had plans on, being the man Ever since we first spoke and he put that G in my hand And I gave it back to show him, I was down for the cause As he approached ("Whattup Bleek?") and I paused [Chorus: Memphis Bleek & Jay-Z] I done came up (uhh), put my life on the line (uhh) Soaked the game up (yeah), now it's my time to shine Time to change up (what?), no more second in line Nine-eight, these streets is mine Yeah, you done came up (uhh), put your life on the line (uhh) Soaked the game up (uhh), now it's yo' time to shine (yeah) Time to change up, no more second in line Nine-eight, these streets is mine [Verse 3: Jay-Z & Memphis Bleek] Right, yo we wild out in Vegas, styled on haters Mouthed off at the cops, outta cranberry drops Copped whips the same color, we tighter than brothers With different fathers but same mothers, this life don't love us So 'til death do us, I'm never breaking my bond Nigga, we Lex movers, V-12 pushers As I stand One leg of my pants up, in a stance like, "And what?" I know these niggas are feeding my mind cancer But in time's the answer (woo!) Seems mind-blowing, this weed and Hennessy Got my mind going, trust me nigga, I'm knowing Chicks used to ignore me And my aunt saying I need 50, not 60/40 Oh God, don't let him control y'all Your gun is my gun, your clip is my clip, baby Your fun is my fun (uh huh), your bitch is my bitch Any nigga trying to harm Jay, I'm feeling for you I ain't only touching you, I'm killing your crew Give it a year, you'll be sitting on a million or two Records sold, nigga, perfect your role, geah [Chorus: Memphis Bleek, (Jay-Z) & Both] I done came up (uhh), put my life on the line Soaked the game up (yeah), now it's my time to shine Time to change up (what?), no more second in line Nine-eight, these streets is mine (geah, geah) I done came up (came up), put your life on the line (uhh) Soaked the game up (game up), now it's yo' time to shine Time to change up (change up), no more second in line Nine-eight, these streets is mine [Outro: Jay-Z] Yeah, you done came up, put your life on the line Soaked the game up, now it's yo' time to shine Time to change up, no more second in line Yeah, yeah Coming of Age two, brand new6

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Most Kingz

JAY-Z

[Intro: Jay-Z] Young Hov in the house, it's so necessary Green Lantern in the house, so necessary Why you fronting on me? Is that necessary? You know you've become a star Because you're the biggest target out there, right? When everyone's on the court, they're coming for you When the opposing player walks into that arena They're thinkin of upstaging you You're, you're like a trophy to them They're thinkin' "if I'm better than this guy The spotlight turns on me" So, you know you're a superstar because you're a marked man And everyone's coming for you [Run DMC sample] The, the, the king They wanna be the, the, the king They wanna be the, the, the king They wanna be the, the, the king (king) [Verse 1: Jay-Z (Chris Martin)] Inspired by Basquiat, my chariot's on fire Everybody took shots, hit my body up, I'm tired Build me up to break me down to build me up again They like "Hov', we need you back so we can kill your ass again" Hov got flow though he's no Big and Pac, but he's close How I'm 'posed to win? They got me fighting ghosts Most kings (... get their heads cut off) With the same sword they knight you they gon' good night you with Shit, that's only half if they like you That ain't even the half what they might do Don't believe me, ask Michael See Martin, see Malcolm See Biggie, see Pac, see success and its outcome See Jesus, see Judas See Caesar, see Brutus See success is like suicide Suicide, it's a suicide When you succeed, prepare to be crucified, uhh Media meddles, niggas sue you, you settle Every step you take, they remind you you ghetto So it's tough being Bobby Brown To be Bobby then, you gotta be Bobby now Now the question is, "Is to have had and lost Better than not having at all?" Because dawg You might also like[Chorus: Chris Martin & Run DMC sample] Most kings get their heads cut off Keep on climbing 'til you reach the top Keep on coming if they ready or not Most kings get their heads cut off The, the, the king They wanna be the, the, the king They wanna be [Verse 2: Jay-Z] Uhh, everybody wanna be the king then shots ring You laying on your balcony with holes in your dream Or you Malcolm X-d out, get distracted by screams Everybody get your hand off my jeans Everybody look at you strange, say you changed Like you work that hard to stay the same, uhh Game stays the same, the name changes So it's best for those to not overdose on being famous Most kings get driven so insane That they try to hit the same vein that Kurt Cobain did So dangerous, so no strangers Invited to the inner sanctum of your chambers Load chambers, the enemy's approaching So raise your draw bridge and drown 'em in the moat Then, spirit I'm evoking There's kings who've been awoken From shots from those who was most close to them They won't stop until you ghost to 'em But real kings don't die They become martyrs, let's toast to 'em King Arthur, put a robe to him Like James Brown, no the show ain't over Until Rome's ruined 'Til the republic is overthrown 'Til my loyal subjects is over Hov' Long live the king, no, the reign won't stop They want my head on the chopping block I won't die, nah [Chorus: Chris Martin, Jay-Z & Run DMC sample] Most kings get their heads cut off Keep on climbing 'til you reach the top Keep on coming if they ready or not Most kings get their heads cut off Keep on coming if they ready or not Long live the king, know the reign won't stop The, the, the king They wanna be the, the, the king They wanna be Long live the, the, the king They wanna be the, the, the king They wanna be Most kings get their heads cut off Keep on climbing 'til you reach the top Keep on coming if they ready or not8

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Fallin’

JAY-Z

[Chorus: Bilal] I know I shouldn’t of did that I know it's gon' come right back I know it's gon' destroy everything I made It's probably gon' get ya boy sent away But this game I play, ain't no way to fix it It's inevitable that I'm... (fallin') [Verse 1: Jay-Z] Uhh, said where I would stop before I even started When I get to one brick, then the game I would depart with Got to one brick then I looked to the sky like: "Sorry, God, I lied, but give me one more try" (try) Got to two bricks, new cars, new whips But niggas never learn until they end up in the news clip The irony of selling drugs is sort of like you using it Guess it's two sides to what substance abuse is Can't stop, won't stop, addicted to this new shit Brand new convertibles, I'm so ruthless Front row fight night, see how big my tube is Fuck HD, nigga, see how clear my view is? But there's a price for overdoing it Doing it this big'll put you on the map, stick-up kids is out to tax Plus the FBI boys with the cameras in the back Damn... You might also like[Chorus: Bilal (Jay-Z)] I know I shouldn’t of did that I know it's gon' come right back I know it's gon' destroy everything I made It's probably gon' get ya boy sent away But this game I play, ain't no way to fix it It's inevitable (now ya) fallin' [Verse 2: Jay-Z] When you should've fell back Now you (fallin'), right into they lap Fallin', they applauding, they screaming at the screen Damn, you fucked up like your favorite movie scene Godfather, Goodfellas, Scarface, Casino You seen what that last run did to De Niro in Heat Can't beat the odds, can't cheat the Gods Can't blow too hard, life's a deck of cards Now your tumbling is humbling, you're falling, you're mumbling Under your breath like you knew this day was coming (fallin') Now let's pray that arm candy That you left your ex for stay down and come in handy 'Cause come January it gets cold, when the letters start to slow And your commissary's low and lawyers screams appeal Only thinking about a bill and your chances are nil Damn, gravity's ill... [Chorus: Bilal (Jay-Z)] I know I shouldn’t of did that I know it's gon' come right back I know it's gon' destroy everything I made It's probably gon' get ya boy sent away But this game I play, ain't no way to fix it It's inevitable (but ya) fallin' [Verse 3: Jay-Z] And you can't get up All you do is push-up, pull-up, sit-up Locked down the town now belongs to the squares Who said they won't make the same mistake that got you there And your arm candy sweet on 'em And the women that you left for this heifer Got a college degree coming Bad news keeps coming, hard to keep something on your stomach You're sick about what your life is becoming (fallin') But your use-to's, has-beens, ragging bad about all the new dudes Talking tough on the YouTube 'bout what you used to do But that's old school to the new crew They doing numbers like Sudoku They're the new you, and it's damn near inevitable They'll experience déja vu too Fight and you'll never survive Run and you'll never escape, so just fall from grace Damn... [Chorus: Bilal] I know I shouldn’t of did that I know it's gon' come right back I know it's gon' destroy everything I made It's probably gon' get ya boy sent away But this game I play, ain't no way to fix it It's inevitable that I'm [Outro: Bilal] Fallin', seems like I'm fallin' Fallin', seems like I'm fallin' Fallin', seems like I'm fallin' Fallin', seems like I'm fallin' Fallin', seems like I'm fallin' Fallin', seems like I'm fallin' Fallin', seems like I'm fallin'2

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My 1st Song

JAY-Z

[Produced by Aqua and 3H] [Intro: Jay-Z & The Notorious B.I.G. sample] Well, I'ma s—try to stay above water, you know? Just stay busy, stay working Puff told me, like, "The key to this joint— The key to staying on top of things is treat everything like it's your first project, know what I'm saying? Like it's your first day, like, while—when you was an intern Like, that's how you try to treat things—like, just stay hungry" Ugh, ugh, ugh (Yes, yes) [Verse 1: Jay-Z] Y'all wanna know why he don't stop? Y'all wanna know why he don't flop? Let me tell you pe-people why Came from the bottom of the block, I— When I was born, it was sworn: I was never gon' be shit Had to pull the opposite out this bitch Had to get my ri-ide on (Rider) "Eyes on the prize, Shawn" Knew I had to, had to, had to get these chips Had to make moves like Olajuwon Started out selling dimes and nicks Graduated to a brick, no exaggeration My infatuation with the strip legendary Like a schoolboy crushin' on Merely nearly-every-every chick (Woo) Heavy shit—that's how schoolboy got whipped And got left on some "just me, myself, and I" On some Trugoy shit Had to voyage to a place of To a place of no return Had to play with fire and get burned Only way the boy ever gon' learn Had to lay in wait in the cut 'til I finally got my turn Now, I'm on top in the spot that I earned You might also like[Chorus: JAY-Z] It's my life It's my pain and my struggle The song that I sing to you is my everything Treat my first like my last (It's my life) And my last like my first (Ugh) And my thirst is the same as when I came It's my joy and my tears and my laughter it brings to me (Yeah) It's my everything [Verse 2: JAY-Z] Like I never rode in a limo Like I just dropped flows to a demo (Woo) Like it's '92 again and And I got O's in the rental (Ugh) Back in the Stu' again, no problemo Was a whole lot simple; when you think back You thought that you would never make it this far; then you— Take advantage of the luck you handed Or the talent you been given Ain't no half-steppin'; ain't no, no slippin' Ain't no different from a block that's hittin' Gotta get it while the getting's good Gotta strike while the iron's hot When you stop, then you gotta bid it good riddance Goodbye! This is my second major breakup My first was with a pager With a hoopty, a cook-pot, and the game This one's with the stu', with the stage, with the fortune— Well, maybe not the fortune—but certainly the fame [Chorus: JAY-Z] It's my life—it's my pain and my struggle (Ugh) The songs that I sing to you is my everything Treat my first like my last and my last like my first And my thirst is the same as when I came (Ugh-ugh) It's my joy and my tears and my laughter it brings to me It's my everything (Ugh-ugh) Treat my first like my last And my last like my first (Ugh-ugh, ugh-ugh) And my thirst like the first song I sang [Outro: JAY-Z] Woo, ugh It's like the blues, nigga We gon' ride out on this one Ty-Ty, B-High Yo High, remember you was making them baskets for them niggas at radio and shit? (Clark Kent) That was good looking-out, nigga (Carlene) Who ever thought we'd make it this far, homie? (Sha) They can't stop us, know what I'm sayin'? (Lenny S) Dame, what up? (Robbing the bank) Niggas thought we was crazy, man (Haha) Remember, wh—uh, you had that fucked-up-ass handwriting You was writing all the numbers that we was spending down for the videos we was doing ourselves (Yes) (Ski, what up? Original Flavor in the house) Your accounting was crazy wrong and shit, but we—we still put it together Biggs, what's up? 'Member we went to St. Thomas, and, uh— (John Meneilly) —your dog peed on homie leg and shit at his crib (I think that was Ruby) And they was having a lil' trouble with the pool You and Ty-Ty was laughing Emory was there—what up, Emory? (Ugh-ugh, ugh-ugh) What up, Ty? (Ugh-ugh, ugh-ugh) Hip-Hop—what up, man? Ayy, ayy, Hop—you ain't—you ain't have no, uh— You ain't have no muh'fucking seat on your b—on your bicycle Now, you, uh, the head of black music That's what I'm talking 'bout right there, homie Gee—what up, Gee? (Yessir) E'erybody in the Roc Hey, Guru, I know you spoiled, man I be taking them shits in one take You gonna have to punch niggas' shit (Stiggity) You gon' be tight? OG Juan, what up? I'm a lil' upset that you wasn't involved in this whole process, but it's all good What's up, Dez? My whole family, my nephews, Ti-Ti Cousin Angie, what's up? (Bey, Bey, Bey, Bey) Mom, you made the album—how crazy is that? Bob-a-Lob, rest in peace My pops, rest in peace (What's up A.J.?) Biggie Smalls, rest in peace Ugh-ugh, ugh-ugh, ugh-ugh, ugh-ugh Nigga, I—I'm 'bout to go golfing, man Ayy, I might even have me a cappuccino—fuck it! I'm going somewhere nice where no mosquitoes at, nigga Holler at me! It's your boy! {*headphones fall*}24

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You Know My Steez

Gang Starr

[Guru talking] That makes me know that what we're doing We had the right idea in the beginning And and we just need to maintain our focus and elevate We what we do we update our formulas We have certain formulas but we update em (oh right) With the times and everything y'know So y'know the rhyme style is elevated The style of beats is elevated but it's still Guru and Premier And it's always a message involved [Intro] The real (The real) Hip-hop (Hip-hop) MCing (MCing), and DJing (DJing) From your own mind (From your own mind) You know? (You know?) I, I guess right now we should start the show [Verse 1: Guru] Who's the suspicious character Strapped with the sounds profound? Similar to rounds spit by Derringers You're in the Terrordome, like my man Chuck D said It's time to dethrone you clones and all you knuckleheads ‘Cause MC's have used up extended warranties While real MC's and DJ's are a minority But right about now, I use my authority ‘Cause I'm like the Wizard, and you look lost like Dorothy The horror be when I return for my real people Words that split wigs hittin' like some double Desert Eagles Sportin' caps pulled low, and baggy slacks Subtractin' all the rappers who lack over Premier's tracks Severe facts have brought this rap game to near collapse So as I have in the past, I whoop ass that be hotter than sex and candle wax And one-dimensional MC's can't handle that While the world's revolvin' on its axis I come with mad lovin', plus the illest warlike tactics The wilderness is filled with this So many people searchin' for false bliss I'm here with the skills you've missed The rejected stone is now the cornerstone Sorta like the master builder when I make my way home You know my steez You might also like[Hook] You know my steez Let 'em know, do your thing, God Keep it live (Keep it live, keep it live) To the beat y'all [Verse 2] The beat is sinister, Premo makes you relax I'm like the minister, when I be lacin' the wax I be bringin' salvation through the way that I rap And you know, and I know, I'm nice like that Work through worldly problems, I got the healing power When the mic's within my reach, I'm feelin' more power Stealin' at least three minutes of every rap radio hour It's often easier for one to give advice Than it is for a person to run one's own life That's why I can't be caught up in all the hype I keep my soul tight and let these lines take flight The apparatus gets blessed, and suckers get put to rest No more of the unpure, I got the cure for this mess The wackness is spreadin' like the plague MC's lucked up and got paid But still can't make the fuckin' grade How many times are wannabes gonna lie? Yo, they must wanna fry They can't touch the knowledge I personify I travel through the darkness carryin' my torch The illest soldier, when I'm holdin' down the fort You know my steez (You know my steez) [Hook] Let 'em know, do your thing, God Keep it live (Keep it live) You know my steez Let 'em know, do your thing, God Keep it live (Keep it live) You know my steez Let 'em know, do your thing, God Keep it live (Keep it live) You know my steez Let 'em know, do your thing, God Keep it live (Keep it live) The mic [Verse 3] On the microphone, you know that I'm one of the best yet Some punks ain't paid all of their debts yet Tryin' to be fly, ridin' high on the jet Set with juvenile rhymes, makin' fake-ass death threats Big deal, like En Vogue, here's somethin' you can feel Styles more tangible, and image more real For some time now, I've held the scrolls and manuscripts When it's time to go all out, you be like, "Damn, he flipped!" Now I'm sick, fed up with the bullshit Got the lyrical full clip, givin' you a verbal asswhip Don't trip, it's the gifted prolific one Known as Bald Head Slick, why is the press all on my di-dick? My style be wilder than a kamikaze pilot Don't try it, I'm about to start more than a friggin' riot Styles unsurpassable, and nuccas that's suckas Yo, them motherfuckers are harrassable For I be speakin' from my parables and carry you beyond The mic's either a magic wand Or it gets tragic like the havoc of a nuclear bomb Then I grab your palm, no pulse, you're gone And if you thought we'd lose our niche In this rap shit, you way wrong I stay up, I stay on, shine bright like neon Your song's pathetic, synthetic like Rayon Fat beats, they play on Want dope rhymes? Put me on Word is bond You know my steez24

Hip-HopRap

Last Call

J. Cole

[Intro] La-la-la-laaaa, la lala la lalaaaa [Chorus] Now I am (Here's to the Roc') Hey and they ask and they ask and they ask and I tell them (Here's to Roc-a-Fella) It's the Fayettenam Raise your glasses, your glasses, your glasses to the sky and (Here's to the Roc') This is the last call for alcohol This is the warm-up [Verse 1] Now to the few niggas out there who heard my last shit Which if I must say so myself that was a classic I never been the type to ride my own coat tail But it's obvious I'm here to stay, a fucking hotel I came up, I warmed up The next up, I blow up! If you ain't peep the trend by now with each rap I go up Look all he wanted was a deal so when he got it he just faded But tell me what's a deal when you want to be the greatest? So Jay I appreciate it, hell of a stepping stone Wonder if he see it in my eyes I'm trying to get the throne Wonder if the people know how many nights I spent alone Making beats writing rhymes, thinking deep fighting time I'm getting better but wasn't getting younger And all that time can make the most confident nigga wonder But never doubt it or allowed that shit to phase me yo Just switch my thoughts up like the stations on the radio nigga now I am You might also like[Chorus] And they ask and they ask and they ask and I tell them It's the Fayettenam Put your glasses and your glasses and your glasses to the sky This is the last call for alcohol This is the warm-up! So get your back up off the wall [Verse 2] Now may I never slip up or let my grip up I know my girl be praying Lord just keep his pants zipped up - Now if some groupie bitch is on his dick then make it's stiff up, at least give the nigga common sense to wrap his dick up Toast, let’s lift up our glasses, then sip up We fly past they look up They don't last they give up They don't blast we clip up then empty And indeed we hit the target yes these niggas think they the shit and they ain't even farted yet Style incomplete like a garbage ass quarterback My offense is for real, ay fuck sack, niggas getting coffined in the Ville Way too often and it feels wrong New York niggas fuck with me, I got 'em singing Ville songs Guess it's only right because we grew up singing they shit Big shit, Mase shit, Nas shit, Jay shit Time for a Carolina nigga to take his place with the greats A slim nigga making bold statement Uh, ay J. Cole how you do that there? I hear you blowing up my nigga I'm like, true that yea In NY but smile every time I flew back there That Carolina, Fayettenam oh yea my crew back there I go home been so long they saying, you back here? - Took a turn for the worst boy don't move back here Don't do that, yo who dat? He rep the Ville when he spit it told you he be back with a record deal and he did it Nigga, fuck spinning on my pivot homie, I'm finna travel till 'refs blow the whistle on me I got a whole fucking city that's just sitting on me But it fits on my back, my state is sitting on that Will I drop? I think not I get up while they stop-like a sleeve on tank tops They ain't give it all they got so they flop So hey watch, how I'm finna take their spot Now I'm starting and they not-let me show you how to stay hot I play not, man I'm killing em even your idols feeling em dog The same nigga used to chill in the mall While they were still in the mall, I was up there spilling my rap The hero fighting villains just to put the Ville on the map [Chorus] And they ask and they ask and they ask and I tell them It's the Fayettenam Put your glasses and your glasses and your glasses to the sky This is the last call for alcohol This is the warm-up! So get your back up off the wall [Outro] Yeah man so shit, this was The Warm Up Um, what can I say, what can I say? If you heard The Come Up that was about just a lil nigga from North Carolina man Fayettnam to be exact Moved to NYC, chasing the dream I used college, if y'all niggas don't know, I used college as a tool to get to New York I ain't have no family up here or nothing like that, I came up here on a scholarship, nigga went to college And the whole time I ain't even think I would have to finish college, I just thought I'd be signed by my freshman year so I wouldn't have to finish college But it didn't happen like that obviously, a nigga graduated and things started falling into place I got more focused, I dropped The Come Up And I look at The Come Up like, how kinda like how I was in high school Just picture this, The Warm Up is about a nigga who did not make the team when he tried out and I know it's a lotta niggas who know that feeling man You try out, you think you deserve to be one the team and you go that day to look at the cut-list You wake up and you can't even sleep, you're like, "Damn I'm gon' make the team, I did my thing at tryouts." You go to the list. All the niggas is looking at their names on the list, some niggas is like, "Aww shit I see my name nigga I'm good, I'm good nigga I'm good, I see my name." And you're looking for your name, and you kinda play in the back, tryna wait for niggas to clear out cause you're not sure And you go to the list and your name ain't there And you're like, "How the fuck did I not make this team? I'm better than him, I'm better than him, I'm better than him." So a lotta niggas either quit or some niggas go harder and so that's kinda how I took the rap shit when I put out The Come Up Cause ever since I was 15 I thought I was supposed to be signed But you know, shit, everything happens for a reason So shit fast forward to The Warm Up, this just me, like you know, me being that nigga that's practicing and making sure it's no way, it's undeniable that when I go to tryouts, there's no fucking way the coach is passing up on me, my nigga So that's what this whole mixtape was about and lo and behold, you know As I'm finishing the mixtape, the deal comes Thank God, I'm blessed. Everything happens for a reason. And it couldn't have been with a more fucking, with a better fucking squad You know the niggas I got on the squad if you listen to this then you might have heard who I signed with, I ain't even gon' blast it off like that Shoutouts to, you know, Mark Pitts, definitely Shoutout to my nigga Mike Rooney, my nigga E, shoutout to my whole fucking crew, man That's The Warm Up is about man RG what's good, Mike Shaw, my nigga Mez, Mez held me down, nigga More than anybody in the whole fucking, in the whole crew, honestly So shit, let's get it, man We got a lotta shit for '09, '010, '011, '0 goddamn 35 That's all I got man, that's The Warm Up I made the team So when you go from making the team, now what you gotta do nigga, you gotta start You gotta be a starter, you gotta make it to college You gotta make it from college to the league, nigga Trust me, I ain't get no deal and fucking relax man I feel like I ain't made it yet period nigga And that's all I really gotta say yo, it's The Warm Up Thank you for listening man Yeah18

Hip-HopRap

Why? (Remix)

Jadakiss

[Intro: Anthony Hamilton & Jadakiss] All that I'm given It's this pain that I'm living (The remix, the remix) They got me in the system Why they gotta do me like that? [Verse 1: Styles P] Why is garbage music sellin' a lot? Why is the music industry state of mind real far from Hip-Hop? Why vote Republican if you Black? Why build more jails, less schools 'cause we under attack? Why keep the four pound in the air? The revolution will not be televised, get from 'round here Why keep my right fist in the sky? I let them know that "We Gonna Make It", don't plan our demise Why you gotta teach your kids on your own? 'Cause when you get in the zone, they bringing you in, you both getting cloned Why we still gotta pray to Allah? It's Hip-Hop, this the New World Order and they playin' us hard Why rappers getting protection? Why the country ain't flipped when they jerked the votes the last election? Why die for all my beliefs? I gotta look at my kids I rather smile then cry when he's sleep That's why [Chorus: Anthony Hamilton] Why? Why they got me strugglin', why? All the brothers locked behind bars, why they pinning me? Chained up in the system going crazy I better leave my pistol on, why? See Jadakiss LiveGet tickets as low as $41You might also like[Verse 2: Common] Why do niggas say I changed for a girl? Why you worried 'bout my clothes if my flow gon' change the world? Why you wait 'til you 30 then try to be hard? Why I gotta have religion if I believe in God? Why is Bush acting like he trying to get Osama? Why don't we impeach him and elect Obama? Why ain't Rick James remembered for classic hits? Why do we remember Rick for smackin' a bitch? Why did Ricky Williams retire? They mad in Miami Why did Justin sell Janet out and go to the Grammy's? Why you kill on every song? Why you frown at the screen? So many thrones, why we argue who is the King? Why it's over for gangsta? Why it's over for bling? Why they hype Britney up? They know she can't sing Why a whip and a chain the Black American dream? Why I know it in my heart it remains unseen? Why? [Chorus: Anthony Hamilton] Why? Why they got me strugglin', why? All the brothers locked behind bars, why they pinning me? Chained up in the system going crazy I better leave my pistol on, why? [Interlude: Nas] Ayy ‘Kiss, they wanna hide from the truth Your comrade Nas right here with you. Let’s go [Verse 3: Nas] Registered voter not blood of a Panther, why is the question What is the answer, got a suggestion, here's an example Won't we build our own airline, states, and highways? Fly to Africa, do some trades with Zimbabwe Why did Malcolm's mission die with the man? Why we ain't pick it up where he left it and carry out his plan? Why the merger try to exclude L.A. Reid? He brought you Usher, OutKast top-selling CD's Why do half America got AIDS? Why do schools care about your son's braids more than they care for his grades? Why they hate our white t-shirts and hats turned backwards? And why is Jesus Christ never played by Black actors? And why there ain't a MC that can touch me nor budge me? And why is Nas the best thing in rap since Chuck D? And why this record ain't sell 5 mill yet? Jada's as real as it get put my money where my mouth is Let's do something bout this [Chorus: Anthony Hamilton] Why? Job's are getting so hard, why? All the brothers locked behind bars, why they pinning me? Chained up in the system going crazy I better leave my pistol on, why? [Verse 4: Jadakiss] Uh, yeah, yo, by thugs I'm surrounded Tell me why is it the money motivates me but the love keeps me grounded? (I don't know) Why my cases ain't get thrown out? Why Team USA keep gettin' blown out? Why the Democratic Party ain't gettin' with me? Why they still hangin' Black bodies in Mississippi? Yea, why did Governor McGreevey get caught with a lizard? Why they take away Shyne's phone calls and visits? Why I been hot for 7 years? Why the new M5 come with 7 gears? Please tell me why y'all keep makin' that trash? Why they reinstating the draft, why is it so much hatin' you have? And why sell records and keep workin'? Why we go on stage with the bread with the feet workin'? It's real, why when a love one die you miss them? Why it took for me to make "Why" for y'all to listen? [Chorus: Anthony Hamilton] Why? Why they got me strugglin', why? Got a brothers bustin', why they pinning me? Chained up in the system going crazy I better leave my pistol on, why? Job's are getting so hard, why? All the brothers locked behind bars, why they pinning me? Chained up in the system going crazy I better leave my pistol on, why? Why they got me strugglin', why? Got a brothers bustin', why they pinning me? Chained up in the system going crazy I better leave my pistol on, why? Job's are getting so hard, why? All the brothers locked behind bars, why they pinning me? Chained up in the system going crazy I better leave my pistol on, why? [Outro: Anthony Hamilton] Why? Oh, why? (Crazy) Why? Got me locked up in the pin Why? (Ride with me) Oh Why? (Going crazy) Ohh!1

Hip Hop

Meet the Parents

JAY-Z

[Intro] Woo! Uhh, uhh It's The Gift and the Curse Uhh, uhh, yeah First they love me then they hate me then they love me again They love me again (Uhh) Let's take a trip down I gotcha [Verse] Let's take a trip down memory lane at the cemetery Rain, grey skies, seems at the end of every Young black life is this line, "Damn, him already? Such a good kid," got us pourin' Henn' already Liquor to the curb for my niggas up above When it cracks through the pavement, that's my way of sendin' love So give BIG a hug, tell Aaliyah I said, "Hi" 'Til the next time I see her, on the other side He was just some thug that caught some slugs And we loved him 'cause, in him, we saw some of us He walked like us, talked like us His back against the wall, nigga fought like us, damn Poor Isis, that's his mama name Mama ain't strong enough to raise no boy, what's his father name? Shorty never knew him, though he had his blood in him Hot temper, mama said he act just like her husband Daddy never fucked with him, so the streets raised him Isis blamin' herself, she wish she could've saved him Damn near impossible, only men can raise men He was his own man, not even him can save him He put his faith in a .38 in his waist But when you live by the gun, you die by the same fate End up dead before 38 and umm That's the life of us raised by winter, it's a cold world Ol' girl turned to coke, tried to smoke her pain away Isis' life just ended on that rainy day When she got the news her boy body could be viewed Down at the city morgue, opened the drawer, saw him nude Her addiction grew, prescription drugs, sippin' brew Angel dust dipped in woo! She slipped into her own fantasy world Had herself pregnant by a different dude But reality bites and this is her life He wasn't really her husband, though he called her wife It was just this night when moon was full And the stars were just right, and the dress was real tight Had her soundin' like Lisa Lisa I wonder if I take you home, will you still love me after this night? Mike was the hard head from around the way That she wanted all her life, shit, she wanted all the hype Used to hold on tight when he wheelied on the bike He was a Willie all her life, he wasn't really the one to like It was a dude named Sha who would really treat her right He wanted to run to the country to escape the city life But Isis liked this Broadway life She loved the Gucci sneakers, the red, green and whites Hangin' out the window when she first seen him fight She was so turned on that she had to shower twice How ironic it would be some fight that Turned into a homicide that'll alter their life See Mike at 32 was still on the scene Had a son, 15, that he never saw twice Sure he saw him as an infant, but he disowned him like "If that was my son, he would look much different See I'm light-skinned and that baby there's dark" So it's mama's baby, papa's maybe Mike was still crazy out there runnin' the streets (Fuck niggas want?) Had his old reliable .38 gun in his reach It's been fourteen years, him and Isis ain't speak He runnin' around like life's a peach 'Til one day, he approached this thug that had a mean mug And it looked so familiar that he called him "Young Cuz" Told him get off the strip but the boy ain't budge (Fuck you) Instead he pulled out a newer .38 snub He clearly had the drop but the boy just paused (Hold up) There was somethin' in this man's face he knew he seen before It's like lookin' in the mirror, seein' his self more mature And he took it as a sign from the Almighty Lord You know what they say about he who hesitates in war (What's that?) He who hesitates is lost He can't explain what he saw before his picture went blank The old man didn't think, he just followed his instinct Six shots into his kin out of the gun Niggas be a father, you're killin' your son Six shots into his kin out of the gun Niggas, be a father, you killin' your sons You might also like[Outro] Meet the parents (The parents, the parents, the parents) (The parents, the parents, the parents, the parents) (The parents, the parents, the parents, the parents) (The parents, the parents, the parents, the parents, the parents)13

Hip-HopRap

My President (Remix)

JAY-Z

[Hook] My president is black, my Maybach too And I'll be goddamned if my diamonds ain't blue My money's dark green and my Porsche is light grey And I'm headed for D.C., anybody feel me? My president is black, my Maybach too And I'll be goddamned if my diamonds ain't blue My money's dark green and my Porsche is light grey And I'm headed for D.C., anybody feel me? [Verse 1: Jay-Z] My president is black, in fact he's half-white So even in a racist mind he's half right If you have racist mind you'll be a'ight My President is black, but his house is all white Rosa Parks sat so Martin Luther could walk Martin Luther walked so Barack Obama could run Barack Obama ran so all the children could fly So I'ma spread my wings, you can meet me in the sky I already got my own clothes, already got my own shoes I was hot before Barack, imagine what I'm gonna do Hello Miss America, hey pretty lady Red, white, and blue flag, wave for me, baby Never thought I'd say this shit, baby, I'm good You can keep your puss, I don't want no more Bush No more war, no more Iraq No more white lies, the president is black You might also like[Hook] My president is black, my Maybach too And I'll be goddamned if my diamonds ain't blue My money's dark green and my Porsche is light grey And I'm headed for D.C., anybody feel me? My president is black, my Maybach too And I'll be goddamned if my diamonds ain't blue My money's dark green and my Porsche is light grey And I'm headed for D.C., anybody feel me? [Verse 2: Young Jeezy] Good morning, America, sorry I woke ya I just had to say what's on my mind, like Oprah Got the whole world like wide open, his mouth Same reason during Katrina that he opened his house Helped raise food, helped raise water so God knows who can feed their son or their daughter Say what I wanna say cause I'ma say, say it Say what I'm gonna say cause I'm a taxpayer Bill O'Reilly, eat a dick, nice try You're really being a racist asshole in a nice tie And tell Dennis Miller his show suck anyway And I rather watch Jimmy Kimmel any day I got some white friends and a white Benz Parked out front and, yeah, also white rims 'Cept my president is black and I'ma be heard Don't ever try to tell me now I can't say the b word My president is black, my Lambo's blue And I'll be goddamn if my rims ain't too My money's light green and my jewels light gray I'm in a lux t-white, nah I much too paid My president is black, my Lambo's blue And I'll be goddamn if my rims ain't too My money's light green and my jewels light gray I'm in a lux t-white, nah I much too paid (How much did you pay?) My president is black My Blackberry is too though by the way [Spoken outro]4

Hip-HopRap

Adrenaline

Cam’ron

[Intro: Cam'ron] Killa, Psycho Drama, Twista Chi-Town to Harlem, what's really good? [Break: Yung Buk of Psycho Drama and Twista] Part 2, what happens, when you combine the darkness, with the light? [Verse 1: Yung Buk of Psycho Drama (Cam'ron)] Yeah, I am more than compelled and honored to expel This hell that's inside of my shell for fuckers who want it Violence, yeah that bullshit right up my alley Chasing you right up the alley With a gun fixin' to kill you cause I feel you was the one Fuckin' with my family (Psycho Drama) I roll with a gang of go-getters, and them ghouls and them gorillas Who be quick to put the Glock Or the gauge to the gut of one of your niggas and pull it (Psycho Drama) The trigga and deliver you niggas these rigorous bullets It's so rivetin' to see you livin' in vengeance sit up And shrivel to pudding Fuckin with niggas you shouldn't These menaces and villains and hoodlums That'll give you the business And in an instant be diminishin' whoopin' 'Cause it ain't no type of jokin' or jivin' comin' off of this You done somersaulted and dived in a coffin of shit So if you ever get the notion to just motion forward And get on some hoe shit You niggas remember that I got that potion To bore your brain in a bag And give you a new perspective on who the realest y'all (Psycho Drama) you just can't kill one you stupid bitch You got to kill us all.. You might also like[Verse 2: Twista] What can I say to make you see how the fuck I feel To make me wanna run up in ya home Shoot you in the dome, if you bustin my body up with the chrome I still'll be in the zone like Capone Better leave me alone, cause I represent the city known for killin' motherfuckers Makin' plenty money and layin' mack down Cam, Buk and Twista spittin' gritty competition what a pity You ain't fuckin' with it then put ya stash down Come at the family you touched, uh I'll shoot up ya V-12 even if you with ya female, huh You was talkin' shit nigga wassup Fuckin' up ya Sprewell's and ya new interior detail And a nigga standin' too tall to fall, comin' so I hope y'all can crawl Bloody up the vest all the wall Sacrifice my body screamin' Kamikaze, I can take all of y'all... [Verse 3: Cam'ron] Y'all niggas play around, guns I wave around Nigga better stay down, lay down, weigh pounds Put 'em on the Greyhound, ride it up to K-Town (Chi-Town) The boy get nasty 'til law enforcement blast me Sawed-off and I'm happy, raw, where the crack be? Put it right off of Pulaski Cross street, don't need to be said Code red, I already got beef with the Feds Put three in ya head, from the street full of lead Fuck knee-deep, you'll be six feet with the dead Street sweeper when I creep creep, nigga fled (Flii-Flii) When ya sleep sleep, nigga dead Right on the back block, fight in the crack spot Jackpot, ask not yes why not.. [Chorus: Twista & Yung Buk of Psycho Drama] That's your adrenaline rushhhhh Like when the motherfucker have to go and pick up the pump To make his opposition chest kick up and jump When you lit up the gun, to make ya body get up and uhh That's your adrenaline rushhhhh Like when the motherfucker have to go and pick up the pump To make the trigger pick up and dump So turn the bass kick up the bump And let the rhythm hit off the trunk That's your adrenaline rushhhhh Like when the motherfucker have to go and pick up the pump To make his opposition chest kick up and jump When you lit up the gun, to make ya body get up and uhh That's your adrenaline rushhhhh Like when the motherfucker have to go and pick up the pump To make the trigger pick up and dump So turn the bass kick up the bump And let the rhythm hit off the trunk [Verse 4: Cam'ron] Ya bitch is a hoe, she chill at the Rucker, you really a sucka Big Will tryin' to grill her and cuff her And Killa done fucked her, in love with the chick, the slut was a fish Threw her bait, reeled her in and gutted the bitch And now she, up in Poughkeeps-, dick, huggin' the strip, slick 5th tucked in her hip, she will mug you for kicks And word to, mother I'm rich, hit ya mother with bricks Coke or ones you build buildings with, concussion the bitch... [Verse 5: Twista] Come and feel with the baller who's the nicest And causin' the crisis Got the ammo and agility that says rewind means growin' before And this livin' and pause and this likeness I can spit it for some who for nigga represent the call of the righteous Or gang bang to the rhythm when I spit it I'ma kill 'em with the technical precision That'll be fuckin' up all the devices Get sick with it like I'm lit off the wet If it's beef, get the shit off ya chest Don't take off ya vest, all my niggas make you jump off the set And always get the prints of the TEC, straight off the deck Mobbin' up and makin niggas duck Knowin' I'll still open up the trunk, guns nigga we get 'em and bust Murderin' the enemy is the ultimate adrenaline rush [Chorus: Twista & Yung Buk of Psycho Drama] That's your adrenaline rushhhhh Like when the motherfucker have to go and pick up the pump To make his opposition chest kick up and jump When you lit up the gun, to make ya body get up and uhh That's your adrenaline rushhhhh Like when the motherfucker have to go and pick up the pump To make the trigger pick up and dump So turn the bass kick up the bump And let the rhythm hit off the trunk That's your adrenaline rushhhhh Like when the motherfucker have to go and pick up the pump To make his opposition chest kick up and jump When you lit up the gun, to make ya body get up and uhh That's your adrenaline rushhhhh Like when the motherfucker have to go and pick up the pump To make the trigger pick up and dump So turn the bass kick up the bump And let the rhythm hit off the trunk4

Comics and Games

Minority Report

JAY-Z

[Intro: excerpts from news reports] "The damage here along the Gulf coast is catastrophic There's a frantic effort underway tonight to find survivors There are an uncounted number of the dead tonight." "People are being forced to live like animals." "Please... send stuff here. We are desperate." "No one says the federal government is doing a good job." "...and hundreds and hundreds and hundreds of people ..." "No water... yeah, and I fought for my country for years." "We need help. We really need help." "In Baghdad, they-they drop, they airdrop - water, food to people Why can't they do that for their own people?" "...the same idiots can't get a bottle of water into a Major American city in three days are trying to win a war" [Verse: Jay-Z] People was poor before the hurricane came Before the downpour poured, it was like when Mary J. sang Everyday it rains, so everyday the pain Went ignored and I'm sure ignorance was to blame But life is a chain, cause and effected Niggas off the chain, because they affected It's a dirty game, it's whatever is effective From weed to sellin' 'caine, gotta put that in effect, shit Wouldn't you loot? If you didn't have the loot Baby needed food and you was stuck on the roof And helicopters swoop down just to get a scoop Through his telescopic lens, but he didn't scoop you And the next five days, no help ensued They called you a refugee because you seek refuge And the Commander-in-Chief, just flew by Didn't stop, I know he had a couple seats Just rude Jet blue, he's not, jet flew by the spot What if he ran out of jet fuel and just dropped Huh, that woulda been somethin' to watch Helicopters doin' fly-bys to take a couple shots Couple portraits, then ignored 'em He’d be just another Bush surrounded by a couple orchids Poor kids, just 'cause they was poor kids Left them on they porches, same old story in New Orleans Silly rappers, cause we got a couple Porsches MTV stopped by to film our fortresses We forget the unfortunate Sure, I ponied up a mil' but I didn't give my time So in reality I didn't give a dime Or a damn, I just put my monies in the hands Of the same people that left my people stranded Nothin' but a bandit, left them folks abandoned Damn, that money we gave was just a band-aid Can't say we better off than we was before In synopsis, this is my Minority Report Can't say we better off than we was before In synopsis, this is my Minority Report You might also like[Bridge: Ne-Yo] So many times I'm, coverin' my eyes Peekin' through my fingers, tryin' to hide my Frustration, at the way, that we treat (Seems like we don't even care) Turn on the TV, seein' the pain Sayin' such a shame, then tryin' to go on with my life Of that, I too am guilty (Seems like we don't even care) So we send a little money, tell 'em it's alright To be able to sleep at night You will pay that price, but some of these folks Has lost they whole life (Seems like we don't even care) And then it wasn't on the nightly news no mo' Suddenly it didn't matter to you no mo' It went on and almost nothin' changed What the hell were they there for? (Seems like we don't even care) [Outro - more news excerpts (Ne-Yo)] Bush: "Buses are on the way to take those People from New Orleans, to Houston" (Seems like we don't even care) "They lie" "People are dying, at the Convention Center" (ohh) "Their government has failed them" (ohh) Kanye West: "George Bush doesn't care about black people" (Seems like we don't even care) (Seems like we don't even care)7

Hip-HopRap

Forever

T-Pain

[Intro: Young Cash and T-Pain] Leon County nigga! (Okay, yeah!) Duval County, nigga! (Okay, yeah!) Let's go! (Pizzle, yeah!) Young Cash! (Nappy Boooooooooy!) What you wanna do, Pain? You wanna rap, nigga? You wanna sing, nigga? We do it all, shit! (Hey you can take the auto-tune off) (I'mma just, I'mma do it like this) (Okay, let's go) C'mon! [Verse 1: T-Pain] Last name, Pizzle First name, Teddy Distributin' that R&B 'caine like Eddie Due to all these motherfuckers hatin' so heavy I done got enough bread to buy twenty more Chevies All these bitches wanna suck my stick, Chick-O Said I got the game wrapped up, burrito Niggas hatin', I'll forget about it, Guido All you do is call 9-1-1, Reno I'd appreciate it if you didn't fuck with me Cause I don't fuck with rats and yo' hood is a Chuck E. Cheese Catch that bitch in that car suckin' these All the seats down cause she still on her fuckin' knees Yeah, so you wanna hate on me on Twitter, right? Y'all niggas is internet G's like a gigabyte Cause @YoungCash'll get up on that kryptonite MapQuest your address and run up in your shit tonight Bitch, alright? See T-Pain LiveGet tickets as low as $40You might also like[Hook: T-Pain] It may not mean nothin' to y'all But ain't nobody writin' the songs for me They hatin' cause I'm doin' it all I can do this shit forever man (ever man, ever man) And I ain't hesitatin' at all Cause I got niggas totin' the gun for me And we can do whatever we want I can do this shit forever man (ever man, ever man) (Ever man, ever man) (Shit, e-e-e-e-e-e-e-ever man, ever man) [Verse 2: Young Cash] Last name, Galaxy First name, Joey Run up on a gansta, pussy nigga, you don't know me Call cash a virgin, I never get fucked, boy Fire on deck and another in the trunk, boy Dead Presidents in my pocket (plenty) Got goons in Georgia and all (?) Guns imported straight from Zamunda (City) We party, party, party, get wasted (Rémy) Act like you don't know and I will make you a believer My mama said my daddy was a G, and I believe her Both of y'all dogs like a golden retriever You see the apple don't fall far from the tree, bro Life, can't complain, but I might go to prison Pain say he got me, dog, so really I ain't trippin' Only thing I'm missin' is the money and the women And still I'mma find a way to fuck me some bitches J, snitches [Hook] It may not mean nothin' to y'all But ain't nobody writin' the songs for me They hatin' cause I'm doin' it all I can do this shit forever man (ever man, ever man) And I ain't hesitatin' at all Cause I got niggas totin' the gun for me And we can do whatever we want I can do this shit forever man (ever man, ever man) (Ever man, ever man) (Shit, e-e-e-e-e-e-e-ever man, ever man) [Verse 3] {Alternating between T-Pain and Young Cash every two bars, starting with Young Cash} Cash in the vert, Pain in the Bugatti 15's in the bike kickin' like karate Pussies get wet every time I say "shawty" Chevy tall like a flyin' carpet, Teddy Abu Dhabi Louis on my feet, Kanye West's Aim for the head, boy, no need for the vests Teddy protein, bitch, put it in yo' breakfast I'm fly as fuck like I was related to the Jetsons (?), who wanna ride with me? Nine in my Levis, skinny jeans won't fit me Everyday my birthday, this young nigga gifted Seven-figure nigga still reppin' 850 Now I'm at the mall, no money, don't trip Pain got a car the color Whoopie Goldberg's lips Plus I got a gun the color of yo' girlfriend tongue-ring They be like, "Them Nappy Boy niggas is on something, this shit bumping" [Hook]

Hip-HopRap

That Girl

Pharrell Williams

[Intro: Pharrell Williams & Snoop Dogg] We do this in our sleep, nigga Yeah Ever been in love before? I wanna holla at you, ma You know it's hard for a player to admit that sometimes But I'ma spit that sometimes, y'know what I'm sayin? Ayy, P, give it to me one time nephew [Chorus: Pharrell Williams & Snoop Dogg] There's something 'bout this girl man, from around my way She from around the way Ever try to hold back your feelings, but it just wouldn't stay It wouldn't stay, wouldn't stay But when I finally found the words to say I wanted to run away (Run away, run away), simply run away, oh You can try to run and hide, it won't make a difference You can lie to yourself, let me reason Sure it hurts when it comes to your attention That you're in love with the girl [Verse 1: Pharrell Williams] Yes sir, that's her But it wasn't like that back when I met her The lavish life from all the dough spun Before the double R had to hitchhike thumb Her friends didn't like niggas like us But I arrested the coochie and her feelings got cuffed Spider web sex must have got caught up But there's more to it I remember once Sayin' "Let's shit on the peons Let's go to Vegas and watch Celine Dion" Make 'em say "What we on?" You say no like you was doin' it for eons Fuck it I just hum and let the watch give off the neons When it rains it pours, I laugh to myself when I change the score You said my sex was a lot but my brain gave you more And somethin' 'bout how your ex was a toy, I guess he played games It's only diamond dice here not tryin' to justify But when you shut your eye you can touch the sky You in trouble ma, and you should pray about speed But if that's 'bout you, what that say about me? You might also like[Chorus: Pharrell Williams & Snoop Dogg] What you say, say, say? But when I finally found the words to say I wanted to run away (Run away, run away), simply run away, oh Check it out, check it out You can try to run and hide, it won't make a difference You can lie to yourself, let me reason Sure it hurts when it comes to your attention That you're in love with the girl [Verse 2: Snoop Dogg] See I'm a crip in dark blue Chucks And I does what I does yeah I might say "cuz" It's really weird cause a nigga got love Snoop Dogg's a crip and the girl was a blood She told me that her baby daddy was a thug Now it is what it is and it was not was I'm hollerin' at lil mama like what Monday morn stack tryna get my cheese back All these memories breed seed to the rhythm rhyme pleaser Lay back while we sippin' on a breezer Fresh four pack sittin' in the freezer Ain't that Kadija I heard she was a skeezer She used to hit them licks wit' the visas When I seen her wit the homies I was like "Jesus" It's been a little minute since I seen her Hope her man don't run up cause I'll have to pull the nina [Chorus: Pharrell Williams] There's something 'bout this girl man, from around my way Ever try to hold back your feelings, but it just wouldn't stay But when I finally found the words to say I wanted to run away, simply run away You can try to run and hide, it won't make a difference You can lie to yourself, or try to reason Sure it hurts when it comes to your attention That you're in love with the girl [Outro: Pharrell Williams] There's somethin' 'bout this girl man There's somethin' 'bout this girl man There's somethin' 'bout this girl man There's somethin' 'bout this girl man6

Pop

Loyalty

Blue Scholars

[Intro] Patience, understanding, loyalty, loyalty Bayani, loyalty (got to have) [Verse 1] It's more than just a hobby or pastime Cause 24/7 I'm representin' the Massline Daily grind, 85, wonder why, maybe I'm Way behind lately been occupyin' my mind With the possibility this means we'll all end With two albums and a handful of people I call friends And friends I call my comrades, and comrades who stand Together write a book 'till it ends Indeed as we be headed in directions getting whole towns polarized Either love it or leave it, indeed I'm giving credit to the fam who believed it Preceding the hype of the hyperbole of the media Even though some people abandon ship on the other hand Some were skeptical quick, but now they quick to bandwagon up Saggin' my pants at the cocktail party with the mayor And later rockin' a party with a thousand in the air That's a beautiful thing, and if you're new to this thing Don't front, ask a question, stay humble, do your thing But just remember you ain't gotta prove a thing Stand up or fall down thanks for listenin' y'all [Chorus] Because I, got your back even if you don't got mine Grind in the dark when the clock strikes hard times We ain't nothing if this bond ain't solidified Give thanks in war time that people still alive Dignified soldiers who walk with the spirit of 12 million plus lost and found in this lyric Sound man turn it till the whole town hear it Either stand up or fall down now if you feel it Stand up or fall down Stand up or fall down While the record goes round stand up or fall down Stand up or fall down Stand up or fall down While the record goes round let the whole town know that it's us You might also like[Verse 2] Somebody tell me where the riders and the soldiers are Before they close the door and go and start a colder war I see 'em posted up in corner stores holdin' fort Hopin' for a life from the crack of an open door And so the storm comes to cleanse without warn While the youth play with fire just to keep themselves warm In a cold world, cold people, playin' cold songs Sold for spare change while the broke hold on Why they call themselves right, but then act so wrong Dollar sign challenge why the unemployment line long No call for the blue collar gettin' low ball It's a long climb just to get to petty bourgeois While we, gettin' lifted but forgettin' that we fall Hit and shake cause your movin' but without the roll call This is protracted struggle revolutionized patience Bump this on your right wing radio station And maybe crack a top 10 daily rotation but until then You can keep ignorin' what I'm sayin' But just remember you ain't gotta prove a thing Stand up or fall down thanks for listenin' y'all [Chorus] Because I, got your back even if you don't got mine Grind in the dark when the clock strikes hard times We ain't nothing if this bond ain't solidified Give thanks in war time that people still alive Dignified soldiers who walk with the spirit of 12 million plus lost and found in this lyric Sound man turn it till the whole town hear it Either stand up or fall down now if you feel it Stand up or fall down Stand up or fall down While the record goes round stand up or fall down Stand up or fall down Stand up or fall down While the record goes round let the whole town know that it's us [Outro] Patience, understanding, loyalty, loyalty Bayani, loyalty (got to have) Patience, understanding, loyalty, (got to have)1

Rock

Young G’s

Diddy

[Intro: The Notorious B.I.G.] Uh, check it out, uhh (Man, I'm back, man) I steps in, where the Mo' and the hoes at, baby? (Fuck all that pretty shit) Taking it back to the gutter for you motherfuckers (Niggas know the deal) Niggas know who the Don is (Live from Bedford-Stuyvesant, the livest one) Peep game, uh, what, what, what [Verse 1: Puff Daddy] Out of this world like Mars when I spit these bars Come fuck with these stars up in luxury cars (Yeah) With built-in radars to stay free from the cops Crucial choices to make, like AC or the drop? (Haha) Are we gon' stop? Shit, man, never my squad go broke Your squad oughta choke, watch your circle vanish like cigar smoke Ain't no joke when your ones don't show Nigga, I know, might say, "Been there, done that" like Dre (Uh-huh) Through hard work, I earn the vault Promise God to never look back, or I turn to salt (Yeah) Got nice watches, nice cars, nice bitches, and rings (C'mon) Guess it's safe to say a nigga like me got nice things (That's right) Can't relate to motherfuckers who ain't go no cake (Uh-uh) When you all fucked up and can't get no break (Uh-huh) When your fake-ass friends don't help you out when you need it Be on some real bullshit, politely tell you to beat it (Uh) Fuck that, get your own, nigga, don't ask me for shit That's what I did, now they all asking for hits (Yeah) Nigga, it's on for the simple fact I let it be known We still fly, but separately, 'cause now I charter my own (C'mon) Propellers, goodfellas, leave all 'em player-haters jealous Billboard charts should tell us (Yeah) They can't touch us, why niggas bring the ruckus? Because release dates' bigger than Mandela's, motherfuckers You might also like[Chorus: Kelly Price & Jay-Z] Just some ghetto boys Living in these ghetto streets (These ghetto streets) And every day, they gotta fight to stay alive It's just reality (Yeah, make you a deal, check) [Verse 2: Jay-Z] These here's the dog years and motherfuckers don't shed I try to bring you life, but motherfuckers want dead So I travel with the barrel, with the chrome, with the lead 'Cause when it's on, then it's on, the shots flown through your head I been rich, I been poor, I saved and blown bread Some say I been here before because of the way I zone Some said Jigga's zone's like the falling of Rome Reoccurring, that he thinks like that 'cause he's observant Won't be known until I'm gone and niggas study my bones Mentally, been many places, but I'm Brooklyn's own In the physical, unseen like Allah's body In fact, my thoughts don't differ much from that of God Body But it's the R-shotty that got cats likening me to the mob John Gotti Rap dudes biting me 'cause I got it locked like the late Bob Marley Pardon me, y'all, the great Bob Marley Solemnly, we mourn all the rappers that's gone Niggas that got killed in the field and all the babies born Know they ain't fully prepared for this New World Order So I keep it ghetto like sunflower seeds and quarter waters To walk 'em through it, you know, talk 'em through it Know these beats is more than music whenever I talk to it Destined for greatness, and y'all knew this when I doubled the buy Had a shorty in a girdle coming out of BWI (In school) I hated algebra, but I loved to multiply And I told my nigga B.I.G. I'd be multi before I die And it's gon' happen, whether rapping or clapping, have it your way 'Cause if that's my dough you're trapping, I'm clapping your way, it's for the ghetto [Chorus: Kelly Price] Just some ghetto boys Living in these ghetto streets And every day they gotta fight to stay alive (To stay alive) It's just reality (Oh, reality) [Verse 3: The Notorious B.I.G.] Damn, it feel good to see people up on it (Uh) Flipped two keys in two weeks and didn't flaunt it (Uh-huh) My brain is haunted with mean dreams GSs with BBs on it, supreme schemes To get richer than Richie quickly, niggas wanna hit me If they get me, dress my body in linen by Armani, check it My lyrical carjack make your brains splat High-caliber gats is all I fuck with, now peep the rough shit In my circumference, mad bitches with mad lucci Bulletproof vestses under they Coogis Spittin' my Uzi, don't lose me, my trigger niggas represent Driving dirty in J-30s gettin' bent (Uh-huh) And to my hit hoes, my murder mamis I be smokin' trees in Belize when they find me While you still killin' niggas with punani, like Connie And Cyrus up in Cypress Fuck you raw, you on the floor with the virus While I just slang coke, smoke pounds of choke (Uh-huh) Got lawyers watching lawyers so I won't go broke, now check it Them country niggas call me Frank White I'm squirtin' off up in my loft, of course, I know my shit's tight Sunrise, open my eyes, no surprise Got my shorty flyin' in with kis taped to her thighs With all the utensils, who hang my china thing She half-Black, half-oriental, eighty-six, she got me rental The situation ain't accidental [Chorus: Kelly Price & The Notorious B.I.G.] Just some ghetto boys (What? From a, from a young Gs perspective, uh) Living in these ghetto streets (What? From a, from a young Gs perspective, uh) And every day they gotta fight to stay alive It's just reality (It's just reality) Just some ghetto boys Living in these ghetto streets And every day they gotta fight to stay alive It's just reality7

Hip-HopRap

Family Business

Kanye West

[Intro] How's your son? (All, all, all tha-thang, thang, all, all tha-thang, thang, thang) He made the team this year? Aight, they said he wasn't tall enough (All, all that glitters is not gold, all gold is not reality, real is what you lays on me) Ma, we here, we gon' cook this Sunday, okay? So come by Damn, that's your new girlfriend? [Verse 1] This is family business And this is for the family that can't be with us And this is for my cousin locked down, know the answer's in us This why I spit it in my songs so sweet, like a photo of your granny's picture Now that you're gone, it hit us Super hard on Thanksgiving and Christmas, this can't be right Yo, you heard the track I did man? "This Can't Be Life" Somebody please say grace, so I can save face And have a reason to cover my face I even made you a plate, soul food, know how Granny do it Monkey bread on the side, know how the family do it When I brought it, why the guard had to look all through it? As kids, we used to laugh, who knew that life would move this fast? Who knew I'd have to look at you through a glass? And look, you tell me you ain't did it, then you ain't did it And if you did, then that's family business You might also like[Chorus] And I don't care about (All, all, diamond ring, diamond ring) They don't mean a thing (All, all, all, tha-thang, thang, all, all tha-thang, thang, thang) All these fancy things I tell you that all is my weight in gold (All, all that glitters is not gold, all gold is not reality, real is what you lays on me) Now all I know I know all these things [Verse 2] Yeah, this is family business And this is for everybody standing with us Come on, let's take a family Grammy picture Abi, remember when they ain't believe in me? Now she like, "See! That's my cousin on TV!" Now, we gettin' it and we gon' make it And they gon' hate it, and I'm his favorite I can't deny it, I'm a straight rider But when we get together, be Electric Slidin' Grandma, get 'em shook up Aw naw, don't open the photobook up I got a Aunt Ruth that can't remember your name But I bet them Polaroids'll send her down memory lane You know that one auntie, you don't mean to be rude But every holiday nobody eating her food And you don't wanna stay there 'cause them your worst cousins Got roaches at they crib like them your first cousins Act like you ain't took a bath with your cousin Fit three in the bed if it's six of y'all I'm talkin' 'bout three by the head and three by the leg But you ain't have to tell my girl I used to pee in the bed [Bridge] Rain, rain, rain, go away Let the sun come out and all the children say (Uh) Rain, rain, rain, go away (Yeah) Let the sun come out and all the children say (Yeah, yeah, yeah) [Verse 3] I woke up early this morning with a new state of mind A creative way to rhyme without using nines and guns Keep your nose out the sky, keep your heart to God And keep your face to the risin' sun All my niggas from the Chi' is my family, dawg And my niggas ain't my guys, they my family, dawg I feel like one day you'll understand me, dawg You can still love your man and be manly, dawg You ain't gotta get heated at every housewarmin' Sittin' here, grillin' people like George Foreman Why Uncle Ray and Aunt Sheila always performin'? Second she storm out, then he storm in Y'all gon' sit down, have a good time this reunion And drink some wine like Communion And act like everything fine and if it isn't We ain't letting everybody in our family business, uh [Chorus] (All, all, diamond ring, diamond ring) They don't mean a thing (All, all, all tha-thang, thang, all, all tha-thang, thang, thang) They don't mean a thing (All, all that glitters is not gold, all gold is not reality, real is what you lays on me) They don't mean a thing, a thing And I don't care about (All, all, diamond ring, diamond ring) They don't mean a thing (All, all, all tha-thang, thang, all, all tha-thang, thang, thang) All these fancy things I tell you that all is my weight in gold (All, all that glitters is not gold, all gold is not reality, real is what you lays on me) And all I know, I know all these things [Outro] All these things CLK Mercedes Benz All these things A whole lotta money All these things Mommy and Daddy, can you please stop fighting? All these things (And I don't care about) All these things Let's get Stevie out of jail73

Hip-HopRap

In My Lifetime

JAY-Z

[Produced by Ski] [Intro] This song here is dedicated to Danny Dan, may he rest in peace Who at his funeral left us with the words that He did it his way (uh-huh, uh-huh) So I have no other choice but to do it my way Uh-huh, uh-huh [Verse 1] Uhh, while niggas are shootin' stupid, I'm carefully plottin' Ways to make it rotten, well-planned hits until you're long forgotten Y'all niggas that utilize my style don't hurt me 'Cause on the low half of these rappin' ass niggas wanna work for me Now picture me standin' on somebody block tryin' to rock I drop bombs and niggas see me with that dough by eight o'clock My feet never touch the concrete, just street sweep awards While you're starin' on my dick nigga, gimme yours I don't hassle with capsules, cause that'll make the grass grow And get a project nigga paid up the asshole If I'ma risk a frisk, gettin' my wrists wrapped up in steel I'm out here trying to make a mill', my shit is real for real While others worship guns I worship tons of money Tons of fun, laughin' at shit that ain't even funny So I ain't pressed to make a CD, I took it slow 80% of these niggas with deals Can't see me with the dough, uh You might also like[Chorus] In my lifetime, I need to see a whole lot of dough I need a whole lot of dough In my lifetime, I need to see a whole lot of stash I need a whole lot of cash In my lifetime, I need to see a whole lot of dough I need a whole lot of dough In my lifetime, I need to see a whole lot of stash I need a whole lot of cash [Verse 2] More ice than winter '94 I toured the 50 states with a trunk of raw Recruitin', I'm hittin' shorties with consignment but don't play me Oh, you gon' pay me, y'all niggas ain't crazy I'm laid back in the five thousand Italian leather seat recliner Under some vagina, discussin' the finer, things My crib is mean, watchin' a hundred inch screen Lettin' the shorties slide by once in a while and let 'em dream They think I've mastered the game, cause dames scream my name With passion, I tell 'em stop flashin' and start stashin' And we'll all get off the corner, the only heat you'll feel Is from a sauna, lettin' bubbles shoot up your ass if you wanna And fuck that weed, it keeps you broke, invest in Pounds of herbs and profit if niggas wanna smoke dope But keep your nuts, 'cause this is a man's game And we'll all pop champagne till it's a damn shame [Chorus] In my lifetime, I need to see a whole lot of dough I need a whole lot of dough In my lifetime, I need to see a whole lot of stash I need a whole lot of cash In my lifetime, I need to see a whole lot of dough I need a whole lot of dough In my lifetime, I need to see a whole lot of stash I need a whole lot of cash [Verse 3] I'm shootin' to Vegas, gamblin' green-o at the casino Schoolin' the dice like Vinny Barberino Welcome back, the '95 version of The Mack As soon as these ladies see me they don't know how to act 'Cause like that, nigga, never twist the cap of malt liquor Only pop and droppin' Cristal's down my throat, take a swigga My style, ladies intoxicated by my profile You're rollin' with a pro with, money to blow child You need to feel how sweet the skills be To come and slide down Sugar Hill with me The high roller, rolled up on your dice game Unfold a pack of bills, grab my balls then bet it all I never slept, 'cause sleeping keeps you deep in debt On the block you lucky if you see my silhouette I'm ghost, envied by most So I keep a crew of crazy tenants that's sling toast, fucker [Chorus] In my lifetime, I need to see a whole lot of dough I need a whole lot of dough In my lifetime, I need to see a whole lot of stash I need a whole lot of cash In my lifetime, I need to see a whole lot of dough I need a whole lot of dough In my lifetime, I need to see a whole lot of stash I need a whole lot of cash [Outro] Haha, f'real, Jay-Z lives Ski, Roc-A-Blok Productions, uh-huh, uh-huh Dame Dash, ha-ha, Roc-A-Fella Records, uh huh Everybody from Brooklyn Sauce Money, Big Sarge, B High DJ Clark Kent, everybody Uptown Best Out, my V-A clique running thick D'Shawn definitely in the house Roughness y'all, this how we do4

Hip-HopRap

Legacy

Raekwon

[Verse 1: Raekwon] Here's the deal, 300 mil, we in the field With the boots on, police on us for real And I love it, my guns is rugged, bulletproof vans with plans To stay gangstered up and scramble With the rest of the stresses, the tests My bank HSBC, yeah, feel all my blessings While wild out, I'm mild out, calm and humble Blow a hole in your soldier, come through Beyond that, guns for combat, right in front of the lobby My hobby just too ill to saw black He ain't the shit, we ain't the shit But we will squeeze for them keys, point black and spank ya shit Always in Nike, pen filled gooses, leather knockouts on, Tropican' juices One false move I'm pressing niggas, automatic buttons on 4/5ths Nigga, what, respect the niggas [Hook: Caesar] Legacy, you're the don, legacy, you're the king Stories of the hood, lights, the fame bring We runs the past, the strong survive For perfection we strive, the legends alive [Verse 2: Xzibit] Yeah, what up, Rae? Yeah, living legend They say nothing worth having comes easily Let's go get in, buzz it down and spread it out evenly Camouflage my rides, blend with the scenery And bang in the face of my enemy Divine from the waist ain't no killing me, it runs in my family Bloodline, prepare for the best, through tough times Fifty car caravan, anything jumping Got the wheel real big with the rims still rubbing But my rims ain't touching, I'm a Defcon button I'm a Russian made Kalashnikov, motherfucker The same thing that builds you up, ain't reserve notes Watermarks stacked, In God We Trust But any man can and will be crushed, heaviest move like elephant tusk Think you better adjust the way you approach, don't get too close Because you might get hit with a shitbag, and a wheelchair dented in zig-zag You might also like[Hook] Legacy, you're the don, legacy, you're the king Stories of the hood, lights, the fame bring We runs the past, the strong survive For perfection we strive, the legends alive [Murs] Huh, Murs, yo Now when I first started out, they said I wouldn't make it I'm made of less metal, probably just couldn't take it I roll with my aces, certified assassins Mid-city militia, we come through smashing We fucking with them butterknives, we swinging them katanas Sharper than piranhas, cutting through your body armor It's all about honor, man, respect the code Touch a point on your neck and make your chest explode And the water turns vets into vegetables You gotta, stay on point or be the next to go Whether, dickies or chucks, or the guess and low It's all one love, homie, rep your coast Cause fame is elusive, respect is the prize Is he less of a man, you can check through his eyes Those guys with subversive plots Be the ones you despise, and the first to watch, hah [Hook]

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Flight 187

50 Cent

[Intro] From the day you're born 'til the day you die If you're one of the poor ones you just gotta work hard [Hook] One-eighty-seven, one-eighty-seven Departure from the hood, destination hell or heaven One-eighty-seven, one-eighty-seven Departure from the hood, destination hell or heaven I'm a rider, say I'm a rider I'm a rider, say I'm a rider I'm a rider, say I'm a rider I'm a rider, say I'm a rider [Verse 1] They putting pressure on me, son, now they want me to snap End up like X and Whitney in my mansion smoking crack I'm paranoid, I'm feeling like niggas is trying to get me Forget the kids, I'm shaving off my fucking head like Britney Man, Dre won't mix my records, now I need to talk to Jimmy I'm falling back in my old ways, I'm riding with the semi Who's calling me? It's Chris, he's on the other line with Diddy But I don't wanna talk right now, my day is going shitty Why's Jay rocking that Urkel look, man, isn't he from Marcy? They say he's growin dreads and now he's talking like a Yardie Man, everything is changing, I don't understand a thing I guess this is that bullshit that all the money brings I'm on flight See 50 Cent LiveGet tickets as low as $15You might also like[Hook] One-eighty-seven, one-eighty-seven Departure from the hood, destination hell or heaven One-eighty-seven, one-eighty-seven Departure from the hood, destination hell or heaven I'm a rider, say I'm a rider I'm a rider, say I'm a rider I'm a rider, say I'm a rider I'm a rider, say I'm a rider [Verse 2] My baby mama boyfriend like to talk like he can hurt me I'm laughing cause she kissed him in his mouth and gave him herpes That just makes him one of 50 niggas wanting to murk me Niggas found my truck and burnt it up out there in Jersey You can ask my son, he'll tell you "my dad's fucking crazy" She filled his head with shit and now I think he fuckin' hates me Shady didn't invent me but a star is what he made me I'll blow your fuckin' mind out if I told you what he paid me He gave me all the pills he had left, that's why I'm so high It makes me feel so good now that I'm not so scared to die I wish a nigga would, I dare a motherfucker try You get at me and miss you kiss your black ass good-bye I'm on flight [Hook] One-eighty-seven, one-eighty-seven Departure from the hood, destination hell or heaven One-eighty-seven, one-eighty-seven Departure from the hood, destination hell or heaven I'm a rider, say I'm a rider I'm a rider, say I'm a rider I'm a rider, say I'm a rider I'm a rider, say I'm a rider [Verse 3] My lawyers on retainers every month, I give ‘em stacks In case they wanna send me up for murder like Max Man I wasn't the shooter, I was never on the scene So if they do forensics they'll find out it wasn't me There's no need for a lie detector, I ain't sayin shit The more you talk the higher chances you're doing a bid Today I read the paper, it said Tru Life caught a case They said they found a victim with a knife stuck in his face I spoke to Michael Vick, I told him I'm happy he home You tell them crackers sorry nigga then you get back on When dogs are fighting in the hood nobody gives a fuck So you get back and shake it on the field, show them what's up I'm on flight [Hook] One-eighty-seven, one-eighty-seven Departure from the hood, destination hell or heaven One-eighty-seven, one-eighty-seven Departure from the hood, destination hell or heaven I'm a rider, say I'm a rider I'm a rider, say I'm a rider I'm a rider, say I'm a rider I'm a rider, say I'm a rider5

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Dedicated Follower of Fashion

The Kinks

[Verse 1] They seek him here, they seek him there His clothes are loud, but never square It will make or break him so he's got to buy the best 'Cause he's a dedicated follower of fashion [Verse 2] And when he does his little rounds 'Round the boutiques of London Town Eagerly pursuing all the latest fads and trends 'Cause he's a dedicated follower of fashion [Chorus] Oh yes he is (Oh yes he is) Oh yes he is (Oh yes he is) He thinks he is a flower to be looked at And when he pulls his frilly nylon panties right up tight He feels a dedicated follower of fashion [Chorus] Oh yes he is (Oh yes he is) Oh yes he is (Oh yes he is) There's one thing that he loves, and that is flattery One week he's in polka dots, the next week he's in stripe 'Cause he's a dedicated follower of fashion You might also like[Verse 3] They seek him here, they seek him there In Regent Street and Leicester Square Everywhere the Carnabetian army marches on Each one a dedicated follower of fashion [Chorus] Oh yes he is (Oh yes he is) Oh yes he is (Oh yes he is) His world is built 'round discotheques and parties This pleasure-seeking individual always looks his best 'Cause he's a dedicated follower of fashion [Chorus] Oh yes he is (Oh yes he is) Oh yes he is (Oh yes he is) He flits from shop to shop just like a butterfly In matters of the cloth he is as fickle as can be 'Cause he's a dedicated follower of fashion He's a dedicated follower of fashion He's a dedicated follower of fashion1

Rock

Smoke Some Weed

Ice Cube

[Intro] Ice Cube motherfucker West coast motherfucker George Bush, George Clinton, Bill Clinton Chris Farley, Chris Rock, Bob Marley Rick James, knew how to throw a party "Smoke some weed" Snoop Dogg, all the way to Cheech and Chong Cypress Hill, Robert Downey hit the bong Ricky Williams, fuck how Miami feeling "Smoke some weed" [Refrain] This is West coast nigga thinking California quicksand got a nigga sinking I can give a fuck what you niggas drinking Smoke some weed This is West coast nigga thinking California quicksand got a nigga sinking I can give a fuck what you bitches drinking Smoke some weed [Verse 1] If you a baller, nigga I'm a hall of famer Lion tamer, with two fo'-fifth flamers Understand, that yo' life's in danger Didn't your momma, tell you not to talk to strangers Lil' nigga, I'm the Hillside Strangler Have a banger, calling for the Lone Ranger Most rappers, they wanna fuck sangers I'm a nigga, that wanna own Topanga G4, pull it up out the hanger A lil' something, to fuel you niggas anger The swine, I'm your face rearranger In a mansion cause Jesus born in a manger Motherfucker, belong on Jerry Spranger I'm a gangsta, up in your CD changer I'll gank ya, for 20 bucks then I'll thank ya Police, still get the middle fanger See Ice Cube LiveGet tickets as low as $66You might also like[Refrain] [Verse 2] Lil' niggas, don't try this at home Momma in the bathroom leave her ass alone Cause she probably taking chronic straight to the dome Go play you lil' fucker, stop being grown Dave Chappelle, 50 million and a throne With a big Zulu bitch, nigga getting blown Watch your tone, if your wear Coppertone Go back to Africa used to be a theme song I'm in the zone, do anybody got a Zong? I ain't your poppa, but daddy is a rolling stone Youse a clone, who don't know the shit you on Unless it's on, a motherfucking ringtone I'm in a room with two bottles of Patron You need a loan, to fuck with the Family Stone Nigga go on, tell 'em Ice Cube is home Gorilla niggas, here come King Kong [Refrain] [Outro] Ice Cube motherfucka West Coast motherfucka Smoke some weed10

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You Gotta Love It (Jay-Z Diss)

Cam’ron

[Intro: Cam'ron] Uh Dipset! 'Fore I set it off Okay first off, you a bitch nigga Only reason I'm doin' this I'ma just name five reasons real quick, got 150, got 150 First, you stole Roc-A-Fella from Dame Second, you stole Kanye from Dame Third, you stole Rocawear from Dame Fourth, I seen the nigga throw that diamond up before them shots was fired Fifth, hold on, turn the beat off I had to turn the beat off for this You talkin' 'bout you a '80s baby, you 37 years old You was born in 1968 and I open the Daily News How's the king of New York rockin' sandals with jeans? Open toe sandals with chancletas with jeans on How's the king of New York rockin' sandals with jeans and he 42 years old? Back to business [Verse 1: Cam'ron] You ain't the only one with big wallets Got it, my shits brollic, dot it But your publishing should go to Ms. Wallace Honest, stealing Big's shit, he made two albums, you wilding And he can't dress, dawg, who styled him? It was Rocawear when Dame had it Now you got it, call it Cockawear, heh not in here Dead it pronto, you won't see a car, no Dame and Biggs' bitch for years, now you Juan ho He own the 40/40, got you in Atlantic City Pitch your budget outta Baseline, goddamn it's pretty You love a Harlem nigga, we get it cooking it's true But now I look, we got more dudes in Brooklyn than you Apparently, right? Down in Jeezy video I should've kissed you on the cheek, you a pretty ho And Jaz video you starred in it: Peter Pan I was hopping off the Greyhound: Peter Pan How could he be the man? Ha, only reason fam I don't suck dick or kiss ass and I'm conceited, damn But we hawk yo, right where you walk bro You can fool the rest of the world long as New York know We put you under ground clown, they gon' check the cellars I know he 40 years old, I don't respect my elders I respect the hustlers, plus the grinders and the sellers You's a customer buster, here go jet propellers You might also like[Chorus: Max B] You got to hate us the way we getting this paper All my niggas are coming straight from minimum wage Niggas dick-riding the Dip steady trying to play us But you get sprayed, bust a round we got in his face Dipset! Hitting 40 and niggas we toting guns Dipset! This is 40th nigga we from the slums Dipset! Pushing 40 nigga you not the one It's Killa season, holla at a nigga 'cause here it come You got to hate us the way we getting this paper All my niggas are coming straight from minimum wage Niggas dick-riding the Dip steady trying to play us But you get sprayed, bust a round we got in his face Dipset! Hitting 40 and niggas we toting guns Dipset! This is 40th nigga we from the slums Dipset! Pushing 40 nigga you not the one It's Killa season, holla at a nigga 'cause here it come [Verse 2: Cam'ron] Killa! Let's go (bitch nigga) Who can fuck with me? No mammal, but we tote handles At your open toe sandals, and you look like Joe Camel Off of Roc-A-Fella, right? No contact But bust this fly joint they put inside his contract I left the label right, lot of cats wonder how Every time I diss that label I get fined a hundred thou' Just for telling y'all, I get fined a hundred thou' Huh them cats are ill, five times a half a mil' Wars to play, like a bumper sticker smack a grill Paul Wall cap a grill but them cats are daffodils East Coast, West Coast, slang yo cap get peeled Down in Houston, ask B I'm a mack for real Hackie tell me, respect, better dwell me Beyoncé fiancé, check my second LP I might bring it back, that's your girl, that's your world Had the thing, fucking singing 'bout slinging crack Mr. Roc-A-Fella stop, stop, stop it fella Still got our acapellas, but I will Akinyele-ya (Put it in ya mouth, uh, put it in ya mouth) It ain't my fault I'm raw, I'm sorry B but I want a war And he stabbed Un over Charli Baltimore Sucker for love, hmm-hmm sucker for love Kill a bitch, go to trial, hand be stuffed in the glove I'ma hop in the bed, dawg gon' just pop off her head Tell ol' Jay-Z chill, Cochran is dead [Chorus: Max B] You got to hate us the way we getting this paper All my niggas are coming straight from minimum wage Niggas dick-riding the Dip steady trying to play us But you get sprayed, bust a round we got in his face Dipset! Hitting 40 and niggas we toting guns Dipset! This is 40th nigga we from the slums Dipset! Pushing 40 nigga you not the one It's Killa season, holla at a nigga 'cause here it come You got to hate us the way we getting this paper All my niggas are coming straight from minimum wage Niggas dick-riding the Dip steady trying to play us But you get sprayed, bust a round we got in his face Dipset! Hitting 40 and niggas we toting guns Dipset! This is 40th nigga we from the slums Dipset! Pushing 40 nigga you not the one It's Killa season, holla at a nigga 'cause here it come [Bridge: Cam'ron] Y'all niggas don't want it with us man This just round one, 15 rounds B We ready, brake off bluff, professional concert, sell out 25 thousand Acting like you gon' diss us You got anthrax over there man, and we George Bush man You on some Saddam Hussein Acting like you got something over there You doing what Ma$e did, you making secret songs man Let it out man, get ready for 15 rounds man And all I did was battle once Everybody getting ready to step to the plate And I'ma step up again and slam, grand-slam yo ass pardon me Dipset! I know you, I know you like that I remember Dame sold you his old Pathfinder Chipped in for the GS, you Jaz-O's son Where's Sauce Money at? Where's the like, where they at? I'ma get back to all that, Dipset dog Round one, let the games begin doggie Hahaha, ain't laughing at ya ugly ass no more You ugly dawg! You ugly! You ugly man, you ugly! My man Un said you look like Fraggle Rock and all that You ol' Alf-ass nigga, get back to you nigga Nigga oh! [Chorus: Max B] You got to hate us the way we getting this paper All my niggas are coming straight from minimum wage Niggas dick-riding the Dip steady trying to play us But you get sprayed, bust a round we got in his face Dipset! Hitting 40 and niggas we toting guns Dipset! This is 40th nigga we from the slums Dipset! Pushing 40 nigga you not the one Pushing 40 nigga you not the one... [Outro: Cam'ron Destiny's Child sample from Cam's "Do It Again] Oh shit, yo dude make sure you got them old vocals Bring 'em up real quick! All them dimes we slung All those crimes we've done All those times was fun But would you do it again? All them dimes we slung All those crimes we've done All those times was fun But would you do it again? Yup, yup that's her Yup we got 'em Yup that's her6

Comics and Games

U Don’t Know

JAY-Z

[Produced by Just Blaze] [Intro] Turn my music high, high, high, higher (You don't know what you're doin'— doin'— doin'—) Sure, I do [Verse 1] I'm from the streets where the hood could swallow 'em and Bullets'd follow 'em and There's so much coke that you could run the slalom And cops comb the shit top to bottom And say that we are prone to violence, but it's home sweet home Where personalities clash and chrome meets chrome The coke prices up and down like it's Wall Street, holmes But this is worse than the Dow Jones, your brains are now blown All over that brown Brougham, one slip, you are now gone Welcome to Hell, where you are welcome to sell But when them shells come, you better return 'em All scars, we earn 'em All cars, we learn 'em like the back of our hand We watch for cops hoppin' out the back of vans Wear a G on my chest, I don't need Dapper Dan This ain't a sewn outfit, holmes, holmes is about it Was clappin' them flamers before I became famous For playin' me, y'all shall forever remain nameless You might also like[Interlude] I am Hov (You don't know what you're doin'— doin'— doin'—) Sure I do [Verse 2] I tell you the difference between me and them They tryin' to get they ones, I'm tryin' to get them M's One million, two million, three million, four In just five years, forty million more You are now lookin' at the forty million boy I'm rapin' Def Jam 'til I'm the hundred million man [Interlude] R-O-C (You don't know what you're doin'— doin'— doin'—) That's where you're wrong [Verse 3] I came into this motherfucker hundred grand strong Nine to be exact, from grindin' G-packs Put this shit in motion, ain't no rewindin' me back Could make forty off a brick, but one rhyme could beat that And if somebody woulda told 'em that Hov would sell clothin' Not in this lifetime, wasn't in my right mind That's another difference that's between me and them I smarten up, open the market up One million, two million, three million, four In eighteen months, eighty million more Now add that number up with the one I said before You are now lookin' at one smart Black boy Mama ain't raise no fool Put me anywhere on God's green earth, I'll triple my worth, motherfucker [Interlude] I will not lose (You don't know what you're doin'— doin'— doin'—) Put somethin' on it [Verse 4] I sell ice in the winter, I sell fire in Hell I am a hustler, baby, I'll sell water to a whale I was born to get cake, move on and switch states Cop the coupe with the roof gone and switch plates Was born to dictate, never follow orders, dick face Get your shit straight, fucker, this is Big Jay [Outro] I— hahahaha (You don't know what you're doin'— doin'— doin'—) Will not lose, ever Fucker23

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Man in the Mirror

Michael Jackson

[Verse 1] I'm gonna make a change For once in my life It's gonna feel real good Gonna make a difference Gonna make it right As I turn up the collar on my favorite winter coat This wind is blowin' my mind I see the kids in the street with not enough to eat Who am I to be blind, pretending not to see their needs A summer's disregard, a broken bottle top And one man's soul They follow each other on the wind, ya know 'Cause they got nowhere to go That's why I want you to know [Chorus] I'm starting with the man in the mirror I'm asking him to change his ways And no message could have been any clearer If you wanna make the world a better place Take a look at yourself and then make a change Na-na-na, na-na-na, na-na, na-na [Verse 2] I've been a victim of a selfish kinda love It's time that I realize There are some with no home Not a nickel to loan Could it be really me pretending that they're not alone? A willow deeply scarred, somebody's broken heart And a washed-out dream They follow the pattern of the wind, ya see 'Cause they got no place to be That's why I'm starting with me You might also like[Chorus] I'm starting with the man in the mirror (Who?) I'm asking him to change his ways (Who?) And no message could have been any clearer If you wanna make the world a better place Take a look at yourself and then make a change I'm starting with the man in the mirror (Who?) I'm asking him to change his ways (Who?) And no message could have been any clearer If you wanna make the world a better place Take a look at yourself and then make that change I'm starting with the man in the mirror (Man in the mirror, oh, yeah) I'm asking him to change his ways (Change his ways) (Come on, change) And no message could have been any clearer [Bridge] If you wanna make the world a better place Take a look at yourself and then make the change You gotta get it right while you got the time 'Cause when you close your heart (You can't) Then you close your mind (Close your, your mind!) [Chorus] (That man, that man) I'm starting with the man in the mirror (That man) (Ooh!) (That man, that man) I'm asking him to change his ways (That man, the man) (Change his ways, ooh!) And no message could have been any clearer If you want to make the world a better place Take a look at yourself and then make that (Take a look at yourself and then make that) Change! [Outro] Hoo, hoo (Na-na-na, na-na-na, na-na, na-na), hoo, hoo, hoo, hoo, hoo! Gonna feel real good (Oh, yeah) Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (Na-na-na, na-na-na, na-na, na-na) Yeah, yeah, oh, oh no I'm gonna make a change It's gonna feel real good, shamone (Change) Just lift yourself, you know You've got to start with yourself, (Yeah) hoo! (Make that change) I gotta make that change today, hoo! (Man in the mirror) You got to, you got to not pick yourself, brother, hoo! (Yeah) You know (Make that change) I've gotta get that man, that man (Man in the mirror) You got to, you got to move, shamone, shamone You got to stand up (Yeah), stand up (Make that change), stand up, stand up and lift yourself now (Man in the mirror) Hoo, hoo, hoo! Aaow! (Yeah, make that change) Go make that change, shamone (Man in the mirror) You know it, you know it, you know it, you know (Change) Make that change86

Pop

Fighters

Lupe Fiasco

[Chorus: Matthew Santos] When the fighters are all around All the lovers are on the ground No one will save you anymore So what's happening? what you rapping about, little boy? Is it cars? Is it girls? Is it money? The world? [Verse 1 : Lupe Fiasco] Or is it something they can never believe? Or is it something you can never achieve? Is it beyond your means? Is it inside your dreams? Can it never come out cause it's scared to, unprepared to Too worried about the words of the people it's weird to You don't want them to hear you You just wish there was a door that would appear That you can go disappear through Well I'm feeling your pain I was feeling the same, but I said I'd never feel that again [Chorus: Matthew Santos] When the fighters are all around All the lovers are on the ground No one will save you anymore So what's happening? what you rapping about, little boy? Is it cars? Is it girls? Is it money? The world? You might also like[Verse 2: Lupe Fiasco] Man, I really miss my pops Hope that God watches over him and that he's on top That there is no more disease and that he's alright That he's one of the generals inside the army of the light And grandma, you know I had to bite something from you So after every show it's "peace, and much love to you" Auntie Tweetie's on the way, please look out for that girl I know we'll meet again, so it's never me against the world [Chorus: Matthew Santos] When the fighters are all around All the lovers are on the ground No one will save you anymore So what's happening? what you rapping about, little boy? Is it cars? Is it girls? Is it money? The world? [Verse 3: Lupe Fiasco] I hope that God forgive us, all of us sinners Turn us back into beginners, put us up where the winners go Holy apartments in the gardens in which the rivers flow Thank you for all your blessings and all of your miracles I thank all my fans and all my supporters Shout out to Bishop G, congrats on your new baby daughter I tip my hat to all my family and friends Now we just got one more to go, L-U-P-END [Chorus: Matthew Santos] When the fighters are all around All the lovers are on the ground No one will save you anymore So what's happening? what you rapping about, little boy? Is it cars? Is it girls? Is it money? The world? [Outro: Lupe Fiasco] Lupe The Fiasco dot blogspot dot com Congratulations ladies, this next one's for you Peace!14

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Dreams

The Game

[Intro: Sample] "And I brought—" "And I brought—" "And I brought—dreams" "—dreams" "—dreams" "And I brought you all my dreams 'cause I love you" "I—love you" "I—love you" "I-I-I love you" [Verse 1: The Game & (Sample)] I woke up out that coma 2001 'Bout the same time Dre dropped 2001 Three years later the album is done Aftermath presents: Nigga Witta Attitude, Volume One Rap critics politickin', wanna know the outcome Ready to Die, Reasonable Doubt, and Doggystyle in one I feel like 'Pac after the Snoop Dogg trial was done Dre behind that G series and All Eyez on Me I watched the death of a dynasty, so I told Vibe Magazine Workin' with Dr. Dre was a ("Dream") I had visions of makin' a classic, then my world turned black Like I was starin' out of Stevie Wonder's glasses It's kinda hard to imagine, like Kanye West Coming back from his fatal accident to beatmakin' and rappin' But, we the future, Whitney Houston told me that It's gon' take more than a bullet in the heart to hold me back See The Game LiveGet tickets as low as $163You might also like[Chorus: The Game & (Sample)] Blushin' in this 40 ounce, lettin' the ink from my pen bleed 'Cause Martin Luther King had a ("Dream") Aaliyah had a ("Dream"), Left Eye had a ("Dream") So I reached out to Kanye and ("I brought you all my dreams 'cause I love you") ("I—love you" "I—love you" "I-I-I love you") [Verse 2: The Game] I had dreams of fuckin' a R&B bitch like Mýa When I saw that ass on the front of that King Read the article in the magazine, she loved gangsters, loved nasty things,,, So I'm in the glass house having nasty dreams Good girls never give it up But anything is possible, if 50 fucked Vivica Hurdled life's obstacles, found my way through the maze Then joy turned to pain like Frankie Beverly and Maze Used to dream of being Unsigned Hype 'Til I was crushed by Dave Mays, almost let my pen fall asleep on the page Daydreamin' yesterday, dozin' off backstage I thought I saw Eazy talking to Jam Master Jay So I walked over, heard Jam Master say "It's a hard knock life, then you pass away" They say sleep is the cousin of death, so my eyes wide open 'Cause a dream is kin to your last breath [Chorus: The Game & (Sample)] Blushin' in this 40 ounce, lettin' the ink from my pen bleed 'Cause Martin Luther King had a ("Dream") Aaliyah had a ("Dream"), Left Eye had a ("Dream") So I reached out to Kanye and ("I brought you all my dreams 'cause I love you") ("I—love you" "I—love you" "I-I-I love you") [Verse 3: The Game] The dream of Huey Newton, that's what I'm livin' through The dream of Eric Wright, that's what I'm givin' you Who walked through the White House without a business suit Compton hat, jheri curl drippin' on Ronald Reagan's shoes Gave Mike Lem my demo, came here to pay my dues Started off with Whoo Kid, then I start blazin' Clue It was all a dream like Big said it'd be Don't sleep on me homey, I bring nightmares to reality Rap phenomenon, defyin' the rules of gravity Studied all the classics, start revisin' my strategy 'Cause Marshall Mathers made it, Curtis Jackson made it Head in the clouds, wonderin' where the hell Marvin Gaye went How do I say this? I'm livin' for my son But I can't figure out, why I'm at my temple with this gun Wake up to a Jesus piece, like a Catholic nun The war to be a rap legend has just begun [Chorus: The Game & (Sample)] Blushin' in this 40 ounce, lettin' the ink from my pen bleed Cause Martin Luther King had a ("Dream") Aaliyah had a ("Dream"), Left Eye had a ("Dream") So I reached out to Kanye and ("I brought you all my dreams 'cause I love you") ("I—love you" "I—love you" "I-I-I love you") [Outro: The Game & (Sample)] This song is dedicated to Yetunde Price The sister of Venus and Serena Williams Who was slain during a gang shootout in Compton Sunday, September 14th, 2003: rest in peace ("I brought you all my dreams 'cause I love you") ("I—love you" "I—love you" "I-I-I love you") ("And I brought—" "And I brought—" "And I brought—dreams" "—dreams" "—dreams") ("And I brought you all my dreams 'cause I love you...")34

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All of the Lights

Kanye West

[Produced by Kanye West; Co-Produced by Jeff Bhasker] [Intro: Choir] All of the lights Lights, lights All of the lights [Chorus: Rihanna] Turn up the lights in here, baby Extra bright, I want y'all to see this Turn up the lights in here, baby You know what I need, want you to see everything Want you to see all of the lights [Post-Chorus: Elly Jackson & Rihanna] Fast cars, shooting stars All of the lights, all of the lights Until it's Vegas everywhere we are (All of the lights) If you want it, you can get it for the rest of your life If you want it, you can get it for the rest of your life [Verse 1: Kanye West] Somethin' wrong, I hold my head MJ gone, our nigga dead I slapped my girl, she called the feds I did that time and spent that bread I'm heading home, I'm almost there I'm on my way, heading up the stairs To my surprise, a nigga replacing me I had to take him to that ghetto university You might also like[Pre-Chorus: Kanye West] (All of the lights), lights Cop lights, flashlights, spotlights Strobe lights, street lights (All of the lights, all of the lights) Fast life, drug life, thug life Rock life every night (All of the lights) [Chorus: Rihanna] Turn up the lights in here, baby Extra bright, I want y'all to see this Turn up the lights in here, baby You know what I need, want you to see everything Want you to see all of the lights [Verse 2: Kanye West] Restraining order, can't see my daughter Her mother, brother, grandmother hate me in that order Public visitation, we met at Borders Told her she take me back, I'll be more supportive I made mistakes, I bumped my head Them courts sucked me dry, I spent that bread She need her daddy, baby, please Can't let her grow up in that ghetto university [Pre-Chorus: Kanye West] (All of the lights), lights Cop lights, flashlights, spotlights Strobe lights, street lights (All of the lights, all of the lights) Fast life, drug life, thug life Rock life every night (All of the lights) [Chorus: Rihanna] Turn up the lights in here, baby Extra bright, I want y'all to see this Turn up the lights in here, baby You know what I need, want you to see everything Want you to see all of the lights [Bridge: Kid Cudi] Gettin' mine, baby Gotta let these niggas know, yeah Gettin' right, babe You should go and get your own Gettin' mine, baby Gotta let these niggas know, yeah Gettin' right, babe You should go and get your own [Verse 3: Fergie, Rihanna & Drake] Unemployment line, credit card declined Did I not mention I was about to lose my mind? And also was about to do that line 'Kay, okay, you know we going all the way this time We going all the way this time We going all the way this time We going all the way this time We going all the way this time [Chorus: Choir] Turn up the lights in here, baby Extra bright, I want y'all to see this Turn up the lights in here, baby You know what I need, want you to see everything Want you to see all of the lights [Outro: Alicia Keys & Elton John] Woah, woah (I tried to tell you, but all I could say was oh) Woah, woah (I tried to tell you, but all I could say was oh) Woah, woah (I tried to tell you, but all I could say was oh) Woah, woah (I tried to tell you, but all I could say)219

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Beach Chair

JAY-Z

[Verse 1; Jay-Z & Beyonce] Geah, yeah Life is but a dream to me, I don't wanna wake up Thirty odd years without having my cake up So I'm about my paper 24/7, 365, 366 in a leap year I don't know why we here Since we gotta be here life is but a beach ch-ch-ch-chair Went from having shabby clothes, crossing over Abbey Road Hear my angels singing to me (Are you happy, Hov?) I just hope I'm hearing right; karma's got me fearing life Colleek, are you praying for me? See I got demons in my past, so I got daughters on the way If the prophecy's correct, then the child should have to pay For the sins of a father, so I barter my tomorrows Against my yesterdays in hopes that she'll be okay And when I'm no longer here to shade her face from the glare I'll give her my share of Carol's Daughter and a new beach chair [Chorus: Chris Martin] I hear my angels sing... Life is just a dream and you really don't wanna wake up, wake up (I hear my angels sing) Life is just a dream and you really don't wanna leave (I hear my angels sing) Life is just a dream and you really don't wanna wake up, wake up (I hear my angels sing) Life is just a dream and you really don't wanna leave You might also like[Verse 2: Jay-Z] Life is but a dream to me Gun shots sing to these other guys But lullabies don't mean a thing to me I'm not afraid of dying, I'm afraid of not trying Every day, hit every wave like I'm Hawaiian I don't surf the net, no, I never been on MySpace Too busy letting my voice vibrate Carving out my space in this world of fly girls Cut-throats and diamond-cut ropes I twirls Benzes 'round corners where the sun don't shine I let the wheels give a glimpse of hope of one's grind Son said: "Hov, how you get so fly?" I said: "From not being afraid to fall out the sky" My physical's a shell, so when I say farewell My soul will find a even higher plane to dwell So fly, you shall, so have no fear Just know that life is but a beach chair [Chorus: Chris Martin & Jay-Z] I hear my angels sing... Life is just a dream and you really don't wanna wake up, wake up (I hear my angels sing) Life is just a dream and you really don't wanna leave Life is but a dream (I hear my angels sing) Life is just a dream and you really don't wanna wake up, wake up (I hear my angels sing) Life is just a dream and you really don't wanna leave Life is but a dream [Verse 3: Jay-Z] Life is but a dream Can't mimic my life, I'm the thinnest cut slice Intercut, the winner's cup With winters rough enough to interrupt life That's why I'm both saint and sinner, nice This is Jay everyday, no compromise No compass comes with this life, just eyes So to map it out, you must look inside Sure, books could guide you, but your heart defines you, chica Your corazón is what brought us home In great shape like Heidi Klum, maricón I am on permanent vacay, life is but a beach chair This song's like a Hallmark card until you reach here So 'til she's here, and she's declared The heir, I will prepare A blueprint for you to print, a map for you to get back A guide for your eyes; and so you won't lose scent I'll make a stink for you to think I ink these verses full of prose So you won't get conned out of two cent My last will and testament: I leave my heir My share of Roc-A-Fella Records and a shiny new beach chair [Chorus: Chris Martin & Jay-Z] I hear my angels sing... Life is just a dream and you really don't wanna wake up, wake up Life is just a dream and you really don't wanna leave Life is but a dream (I hear my angels sing) Life is just a dream and you really don't wanna wake up, wake up Life is just a dream and you really don't wanna leave Life is but a dream Life is just a dream and you really don't wanna wake up, wake up Life is just a dream and you really don't wanna leave Life is but a dream Life is just a dream and you really don't wanna wake up, wake up Life is just a dream and you really don't wanna leave Life is but a dream [Outro: Chris Martin] I hear my angels sing I hear my angels sing I hear my angels sing10

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History

JAY-Z

[Chorus: Tony Williams] Now that all the smoke is gone (lighter) And the battle's finally won (give me a lighter) Victory’s finally ours (Lighters up, lighters up) History so loved, so long, so long, so long [Verse 1: Jay-Z] In search of victory, she keeps eluding me If only we could be together momentarily We could make love, and make history Why won’t you visit me, until she visits me I’ll be stuck with her sister, her name is defeat She gives me agony, so much agony She brings me so much pain, so much misery Like missing your last shot and falling to your knees As the crowd screams, for the other team I've practiced so hard for this moment victory don’t leave I know what this means, I’m stuck in this routine Whole new different day, but the same old things All I got is dreams, but nobody else could see Nobody else believes, nobody else but me Where are you victory? I need you desperately Not just for the moment, to make history [Chorus: Tony Williams] Now that all the smoke is gone (lighter) And the battle's finally won (give me a lighter) Victory’s finally ours (Lighters up, lighters up) History so loved, so long, so long, so long You might also like[Verse 2: Jay-Z] So now I’m flirting with death Hustling like a G, while victory wasn’t watching Took chances repeatedly As a teenage boy, before acne Before I got proactive, I couldn’t face she I just threw on my hoodie and headed to the streets I swear I met success, we lived together shortly A success is like lust, she's good for the touch She's good for the moment, but she’s never enough Everybody’s had her, she’s nothing like V A success is all I got, unfortunately But I’m burning down the block, hopin' in and out of V's But something tells me that there’s much more to see Before I get killed, cause I can’t get robbed So before me, success and death ménage I gotta get lost, I gotta find V We gotta be together to make history [Chorus: Tony Williams] Now that all the smoke is gone (lighter) And the battle's finally won (give me a lighter) Victory’s finally ours (Lighters up, lighters up) History so loved, so long, so long, so long [Verse 3: Jay-Z] Now victory is mine, she tastes so sweet She’s my trophy wife, she's coming with me We'll have a baby who stutters repeatedly We'll name him history, he'll repeat after me He’s my legacy, son of my hard work Future of my past, he’ll explain who I be Rank me amongst the greats, either 1, 2 or 3 If I ain’t number one then I failed you victory Ain’t in it for the fame, that dies within weeks Ain’t in it for the money, can’t take it when you leave I wanna be remembered long after you grieve Long after I’m gone, long after I breathe I leave all I am, in the hands of history That's my last will testimony This is much more than a song, it’s a baby shower I’ve been waiting for this hour, history, you're ours5

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Baba Says Cool for Thought

Lupe Fiasco

[Verse] They thought it was cool to burn crosses in your front lawn as they hung you from trees in your backyard They thought it was cool to leave you thirsty and stranded, Katrina He thought it was cool to carry a gun in his classroom and open fire, Virginia Tech, Columbine, stop the violence They thought it was cool to tear down the projects and put up million dollar condos, gentrification They think it's cool to stand on the block hiding product in their socks making quick dime bag dollars They think it's cool to ride down on you in blue and white and unmarked cars, busting you upside your head Freeze 'Cause the problem is we think it's cool too Check your ingredients before you overdose on The Cool6

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Resurrection

Lupe Fiasco

"The international community struggles To get help into Haiti following The worst disaster in United Nations history Amidst the frustration and chaos Surrounding the humanitarian efforts on the ground There have been some miraculous rescues" [Kenna] Like a phoenix From its ashes We will rise Follow angels Into heavens We will rise Nothing's gonna take you down We are everlasting now We are everlasting now, now [Lupe Fiasco] + (Kenna) Now I've been shaken But I'm not broken I won't be breaking Anytime I have fallen But I'm not ruined I'll keep on moving Into my Resurrection (Oh, oh, oh, ohhh, oh) Resurrection (Oh, oh, oh, ohhh, oh) You might also like[Lupe Fiasco] Urgency, emergency's among us Life is in the crisis, tragedy's upon us And we won't leave you stranded Rapidly we comin' To take you out the darkness Show you where the sun is Cries from the rubble Are the voices this is sung with And those that have stopped singing We can still hear you under it Right up out your worrying Right into the wondrous Right up off the ground Right to where the thunder is And it's where your sisters And your mothers and your brothers is Aunties and your friends And your fathers and your husbads is Watching with the rest of the world in astonishment Live from up above, us via news coverage Seen even more than the misery that happens is The love, the strength, the history, the passion The courage of an impoverished people That the world once abandoned Shining, infinite everlasting now [Lupe Fiasco] + (Kenna) Now I've been shaken But I'm not broken I won't be braking Anytime I have fallen But I'm not ruined I'll keep on moving Into my Resurrection (Oh, oh, oh, ohhh, oh) Resurrection Into my resurrection (Oh, oh, oh, ohhh, oh) Resurrection Into my resurrection Resurrection (Oh, oh, oh, ohhh, oh) Resurrection (Oh, oh, oh, ohhh, oh) We pray every prayer we know (Oh, oh, oh, ohhh, oh) [Kenna] We will rise up We will rise up Oh, oh, oh, ohhh, oh We will rise up We will rise up Oh, oh, oh, ohhh, oh We will rise up We will rise up Oh, oh, oh, ohhh, oh We will rise up (Resurrection)

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Generation Lost

B.o.B

[Intro] (Turbulence. Can you feel? Turbulence) Okay. (Can you feel?) I need to spit something real for a second y'all. (Turbulence) Just bare with me. Listen. (Can you feel? Turbulence.) [Verse] Skull and crossbones and death bandannas A liquor store on every corner in Atlanta Cops ridin' around tossin' niggas in the slammer Tell me what's wrong, I could really use some answers Now-a-days everybody wants to be a rapper About two years ago everybody was a trapper Obviously, money is what everybody's after 'Cause slavery ain't change; it's a modern day disaster Now these are my words from me to you Everything you do from your shades to your shoes From your chains to your coupe came from the tube Trust me, I would know, I was raised on it too Okay, now just let me get your attention I'ma turn the tables so you don't get defensive I'ma put my bullshit aside for a second 'Cause I can't be fake 'cause God won't let me I used to wear a grill, because it was the trend Not because I liked it, I just wanted to fit in Then I got "Eastside" tatted on my skin And I tried to get dreads but my hair was too big But I was lost, I ain't know who I was What else was there to do besides look like a thug? So in my senior year at Columbia High I dropped out of high school when I got signed B-dot-O-dot-B was the name I ain't like Bobby Ray 'cause I was ashamed But you can call me Bobby Ray from this day forth And I could give a damn about the fame and fortune Honestly, I don't even listen to rap 'Cause when I turn the radio on, out comes crap And if you make good music that's okay But on the radio, that they don't play It's easy to see we created a beast 'Cause everybody wants to hear what they don't need And now all the rappers got to struggle to give you That bullshit music so they can continue to live The position that I'm in Is quite an interesting predicament, I will admit But you can count on me 'cause I'm refusing to give in 'Cause I'ma give you music 'cause we need it to exist, bitch! So I'ma play my guitar Rap about aliens and sing about stars 'Til you understand that's what we are So we ain't got to struggle no more so we don't starve I swear to God I love you with every bar We all got problems that need to be solved So while I got the mic I'ma speak my thoughts And I'ma keep it real till the day I fall You might also like[Coda] Turn my music up!5

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Gorgeous

Kanye West

[Produced by Kanye West, Mike Dean & No I.D.] [Chorus: Kid Cudi] Ain't no question if I want it, I need it I can feel it slowly drifting away from me I'm on the edge, so why you playing? I'm saying I will never ever let you live this down, down, down Not for nothing, I've foreseen it, I dreamed it I can feel it slowly drifting away from me No more chances, if you blow this, you bogus I will never ever let you live this down, down, down [Verse 1: Kanye West] Penitentiary chances, the devil dances And eventually answers to the call of autumn All them fallin' for the love of ballin' Got caught with thirty rocks, the cop look like Alec Baldwin Inter-century anthems based off inner-city tantrums Based off the way we was branded Face it, Jerome get more time than Brandon And at the airport, they check all through my bag And tell me that it's random But we stay winning This week has been a bad massage, I need a happy ending And a new beginning and a new fitted And some job opportunities that's lucrative This the real world, homie, school finished They done stole your dreams, you don't know who did it I treat the cash the way the government treats AIDS I won't be satisfied 'til all my niggas get it, get it? You might also like[Chorus: Kid Cudi] Ain't no question if I want it, I need it I can feel it slowly drifting away from me I'm on the edge, so why you playing? I'm saying I will never ever let you live this down, down, down [Verse 2: Kanye West] Is hip-hop just a euphemism for a new religion? The soul music of the slaves that the youth is missing But this is more than just my road to redemption Malcolm West had the whole nation standing at attention As long as I'm in Polo smiling, they think they got me But they'd try to crack me if they ever see a Black me I thought I chose a field where they couldn't sack me If a nigga ain't shootin' a jumpshot, runnin' a track meet But this pimp is at the top of Mount Olympus Ready for the world's games, this is my Olympics We make 'em say ho 'cause the game is so pimpish Choke a South Park writer with a fishstick I insisted to get up off of this dick And these drugs, niggas can't resist it Remind me when they tried to have Ali enlisted If I ever wasn't the greatest, nigga, I must have missed it [Chorus: Kid Cudi] Ain't no question if I want it, I need it I can feel it slowly drifting away from me I'm on the edge, so why you playing? I'm saying I will never ever let you live this down, down, down [Verse 3: Kanye West] I need more drinks and less lights And that American Apparel girl in just tights She told the director she tryna get in a school He said, "Take them glasses off and get in the pool" It's been a while since I watched the tube 'Cause like a Crip set, I got way too many blues for any more bad news I was looking at my resume, feeling real fresh today They rewrite history, I don't believe in yesterday And what's a Black Beatle anyway, a fuckin' roach? I guess that's why they got me sitting in fuckin' coach My guy said I need a different approach 'Cause people is looking at me like I'm sniffin' coke It's not funny anymore, try different jokes Tell 'em hug and kiss my ass, X and O And kiss the ring while they at it, do my thing while I got it Play strings for the dramatic ending of that wack shit Act like I ain't had a belt in two classes I ain't got it, I'm coming after whoever who has it I'm coming after whoever, who has it? You blowin' up, that's good, fantastic That, y'all, it's like that, y'all I don't really give a fuck about it at all 'Cause the same people that tried to blackball me Forgot about two things, my Black balls [Chorus: Kid Cudi] Ain't no question if I want it, I need it I can feel it slowly drifting away from me I'm on the edge, so why you playing? I'm saying I will never ever let you live this down, down, down [Verse 4: Raekwon] Ayy, yo I done copped Timbs, lived in lenses, kid Armani suits, fresh fruits, Bally boots, and Benzes Counting up, smoking, one cuff Live as a red Jag', a Louis bag, grabbin' a blunt, fuck it Steam about a hundred and one L's Kites off to jails, buyin' sweats, running up in Stetson Nigga hat game was special It matched every black pair of Nikes, throwing dice for decimals The older head, bolder head, would train a soldier head Make sure he right in the field, not a soldier dead That meant code red, bent off the black skunk The black Dutch, back of the old shed If you can't live, you dying, you give or buy in Keep it real or keep it moving, keep grinding Keep shining, to every young man, this is a plan Learn from others like your brothers Rae and Kanye [Chorus: Kid Cudi] Not for nothing, I've forseen it, I dreamed it I can feel it slowly drifting away from me No more chances, if you blow this, you bogus I will never ever let you live this down, down, down245

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Made

Big Sean

[Verse 1: Drake] Low-key Peter Parker flow Tell her bring some Ace of Spades no sparklers though Private flights no hassle I just park and go I’m the highlight like when markers glow Oooooh, look what you created Only got yourself to blame, I remember when you hated ooooh Now you tell me take my time How bout I just take your city make that muthaf-cker mine uh ha I’m a underground king ho, I sit tall, I swang low The game ain't always fair and thats the thing though You can play your heart out everyone don’t get a ring though You are in the presence of a champion Bout to get a condo that I can fit your mansion in You always be calling her, she ain’t never answering You ain’t figured out I am the reason that she canceling I be at the parties where you stuck outside and can’t come in Call me Ron Burgundy y'all the other anchormen Whats on the news trick, gossiping bout music Cause rumours I’m the new shit and guess what it’s true bitch [Hook: Drake] We made it We made it We made it They hate it They hate it They hate it They hate it See Big Sean LiveGet tickets as low as $70You might also like[Refrain: Drake, Big Sean] I feel like we made it But we ain't made enough It's so amazing You woulda thought we made it up Man I was made to be greater Made for the grind Made for the lights Made for the shine [Verse 2: Big Sean] Ay look, I need less friends more bread Less talk more head Used to ride escorts now I get escorted (do it) I’m just waiting on my cue dog no pledge Said she like all girls I turn that bitch co-ed Threw on my track team handed my baton to her Passed her blew her off, I chronic Veronica Who got up on my nerves so I had to platonic her No that ain't my girl but every leader needs a Monica I’m the head of my estate ain't that ironic huh I want the baddest chick to treat my stick like a thermometer Ohh, I’m who they going ape shit over I’m who your girlfriend acting like she ain't shit over See broads over niggas but business over broads See business equals money and money’s over all I’m tryna move my momma from the ghettos to the meadows Well she can’t stay in that fucking hood forever, forever Was made for that Mick Jagger shit baggage check and a chick Fast girls, faster whip, big chains master shit Bitch I’m living everyday month yearly Yell until you muthfuckers hear me, we made it [Hook: Drake] We made it We made it We made it They hate it They hate it They hate it They hate it4

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White & Nerdy

“Weird Al” Yankovic

[Chorus] They see me mowin' my front lawn I know they're all thinking I'm so white and nerdy Think I'm just too white and nerdy Think I'm just too white and nerdy Can't you see I'm white and nerdy? Look at me, I'm white and nerdy I wanna roll with the gangstas But so far they all think I'm too white and nerdy Think I'm just too white and nerdy Think I'm just too white and nerdy I'm just too white and nerdy Really, really white and nerdy [Verse 1] First in my class here at MIT Got skills, I'm a champion at D&D M.C. Escher—that's my favorite "M.C." Keep your 40, I'll just have an Earl Grey tea My rims never spin, to the contrary You'll find that they're quite stationary All of my action figures are cherry Stephen Hawking's in my library My MySpace page is all totally pimped out Got people beggin' for my Top 8 spaces Yo, I know pi to a thousand places Ain't got no grills, but I still wear braces I order all of my sandwiches with mayonnaise I'm a whiz at Minesweeper—I could play for days Once you see my sweet moves, you're gonna stay amazed My fingers movin' so fast I'll set the place ablaze There's no killer app I haven't run (Run) At Pascal, well, I'm number one (One) Do vector calculus just for fun I ain't got a gat but I got a soldering gun (What?) "Happy Days" is my favorite theme song I could sure kick your butt in a game of ping pong I'll ace any trivia quiz you bring on I'm fluent in JavaScript as well as Klingon Here's the part I sing on You might also like[Chorus] They see me roll on my Segway I know in my heart they think I'm white and nerdy Think I'm just too white and nerdy Think I'm just too white and nerdy Can't you see I'm white and nerdy? Look at me, I'm white and nerdy I'd like to roll with the gangstas Although it's apparent I'm too white and nerdy Think I'm just too white and nerdy Think I'm just too white and nerdy I'm just too white and nerdy How'd I get so white and nerdy? [Verse 2] I've been browsin', inspectin' X-Men comics, you know I collect 'em The pens in my pocket, I must protect 'em My ergonomic keyboard never leaves me bored Shopping online for deals on some writable media I edit Wikipedia I memorized Holy Grail really well I can recite it right now and have you "ROTFLOL" I got a business doing websites When my friends need some code, who do they call? I do HTML for 'em all Even made a homepage for my dog, yo I got myself a fanny pack They were havin' a sale down at The Gap Spend my nights with a roll of bubble wrap Pop, pop, hope no one sees me, gettin' freaky I'm nerdy in the extreme and whiter than sour cream I was in AV Club and Glee Club and even the Chess Team Only question I ever thought was hard Was do I like Kirk or do I like Picard? Spend every weekend at the Renaissance Fair Got my name on my underwear [Chorus] They see me strollin', they laughin' And rollin' their eyes 'cause I'm so white and nerdy Just because I'm white and nerdy Just because I'm white and nerdy All because I'm white and nerdy Holy cow, I'm white and nerdy! I wanna bowl with the gangstas But, oh well, it's obvious I'm white and nerdy Think I'm just too white and nerdy Think I'm just too white and nerdy I'm just too white and nerdy Look at me, I'm white and nerdy20

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Rap Game / Crack Game

JAY-Z

[Intro] Uhh... Uhh, yeah Won't stop niggas "Somehow the rap game remind me of the crack game" Jigga! Feel me! Pa-pause, told ya motherfuckers, told ya "See that rap shit is really just like sellin smoke" Uhh, Roc-A-Fella Geyeah [Verse 1] We treat this rap shit just like, handlin' weight What they want we give it to 'em, what they abandon we take Hit a rapper with consignment, let him know it's at stake Put his ass in the studio, let him cook up a cake When it's hot, get on my money spot in every state Like the wiz in Camelot, the mom-and-pop's is the gate But first we scope shit, advertise in every area Let the fiends know hey, we got some dope shit Gon' need a middle man, so we look to radio Let 'em test the product, give 'em a promo show Just a breeze, not enough to catch a real vibe Then we drop a maxi single and charge 'em two for five Ain't tryin' to, kill 'em at first just, buildin' clientele So when the album drops the first weeks it's on sale But when demand grows it's time to expand yo You don't want no garbage papi, it's ten grand per blow, fo' sho' You might also like[Chorus] "Somehow the rap game reminds me of the crack game" "See that rap shit is really just like sellin' smoke" "Somehow the rap game reminds me of the crack game" "See that rap shit is really just like sellin' smoke" "Somehow the rap game reminds me of the crack game" "See that rap shit is really just like sellin' smoke" [Verse 2] Ge-ge-geyeah I got that uncut raw to make a fiend's body jerk Got your whole block now, pumpin' my work My CD's is like keys for you Willie's who Like to floss my cassette tapes in sixty-two's And my singles like gems, you know the treys Get you high for a while, but the, high don't stay You need another fix, you better cop these last two bricks 'Cause when this shit flip, I'ma get on some other shit Never pitchin' for a label, Jigga's the hook-up You know my shit is fishscale, y'all niggas is cook up Just blow up, scream my name from Brooklyn to Da-kota They know my shit stretch without the bakin' soda Went from an eighth, to a quarter, to a half a key Priority's work wasn't right so I switched factories Now I'm the new nigga, who figured I'd get the game locked Now watch how the prices of your cocaine drop, papa [Chorus] "Somehow the rap game reminds me of the crack game" "See that rap shit is really just like sellin' smoke" "Somehow the rap game reminds me of the crack game" "See that rap shit is really just like sellin' smoke" "Somehow the rap game reminds me of the crack game" "See that rap shit is really just like sellin' smoke" "Somehow the rap game reminds me of the crack game" "See that rap shit is really just like sellin' smoke"7

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Mockingbird

Eminem

[Intro] Yeah I know sometimes Things may not always make sense to you right now But hey What Daddy always tell you? Straighten up, little soldier Stiffen up that upper lip What you cryin' about? You got me [Verse 1] Hailie, I know you miss your Mom, and I know you miss your Dad When I'm gone, but I'm tryin' to give you the life that I never had I can see you're sad, even when you smile, even when you laugh I can see it in your eyes, deep inside you wanna cry 'Cause you're scared, I ain't there, Daddy's wit' you in your prayers No more cryin', wipe them tears, Daddy's here, no more nightmares We gon' pull together through it, we gon' do it Lainie, Uncle's crazy, ain't he? Yeah, but he loves you, girl, and you better know it We're all we got in this world when it spins, when it swirls When it whirls, when it twirls, two little beautiful girls Lookin' puzzled, in a daze, I know it's confusin' you Daddy's always on the move, Mama's always on the news I try to keep you sheltered from it, but somehow it seems The harder that I try to do that, the more it backfires on me All the things growin' up as Daddy that he had to see Daddy don't want you to see, but you see just as much as he did We did not plan it to be this way, your mother and me But things have got so bad between us, I don't see us ever bein' Together ever again, like we used to be when we was teenagers But then, of course, everything always happens for a reason I guess it was never meant to be But it's just somethin' we have no control over, and that's what destiny is But no more worries, rest your head and go to sleep Maybe one day we'll wake up and this'll all just be a dream You might also like[Chorus 1] Now hush, little baby, don't you cry Everything's gonna be alright Stiffen that upper lip up, little lady, I told ya Daddy's here to hold ya through the night I know Mommy's not here right now and we don't know why We feel how we feel inside It may seem a little crazy, pretty baby But I promise Mama's gon' be alright [Verse 2] Heh, it's funny I remember back one year when Daddy had no money Mommy wrapped the Christmas presents up and stuck 'em under the tree And said some of 'em were from me 'cause Daddy couldn't buy 'em I'll never forget that Christmas, I sat up the whole night crying 'Cause Daddy felt like a bum—see, Daddy had a job But his job was to keep the food on the table for you and Mom And at the time, every house that we lived in Either kept gettin' broken into and robbed or shot up on the block And your Mom was savin' money for you in a jar Tryin' to start a piggy bank for you so you could go to college Almost had a thousand dollars, 'til someone broke in and stole it And I know it hurt so bad it broke your Mama's heart And it seemed like everything was just startin' to fall apart Mom and Dad was arguin' a lot So Mama moved back on to Chalmers in the flat, one-bedroom apartment And Dad moved back to the other side of 8 Mile on Novara And that's when Daddy went to California with his CD And met Dr. Dre, and flew you and Mama out to see me But Daddy had to work, you and Mama had to leave me Then you started seein' Daddy on the TV And Mama didn't like it And you and Lainie were too young to understand it Papa was a rolling stone, Mama developed a habit And it all happened too fast for either one of us to grab it I'm just sorry you were there and had to witness it firsthand 'Cause all I ever wanted to do was just make you proud Now I'm sittin' in this empty house just reminiscin' Lookin' at your baby pictures, it just trips me out To see how much you both have grown, it's almost like you're sisters now Wow, guess you pretty much are, and Daddy's still here Lainie, I'm talkin' to you too, Daddy's still here I like the sound of that, yeah, it's got a ring to it, don't it? Shh! Mama's only gone for the moment [Chorus 1] Now hush, little baby, don't you cry Everything's gonna be alright Stiffen that upper lip up, little lady, I told ya Daddy's here to hold ya through the night I know Mommy's not here right now and we don't know why We feel how we feel inside It may seem a little crazy, pretty baby But I promise Mama's gon' be alright [Chorus 2] And if you ask me to, Daddy's gonna buy you a mockingbird I'ma give you the world I'ma buy a diamond ring for you, I'ma sing for you I'll do anything for you to see you smile And if that mockingbird don't sing and that ring don't shine I'ma break that birdie's neck I'll go back to the jeweler who sold it to ya And make him eat every carat, don't fuck with Dad! (Haha)405

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I’m So Raw

Tyga

[Verse 1] Look, I'm so raw, turn the oven on Chef Papa John, I get the parmesan She want a yellow nigga, corn on the cob Indian giver, slob on my knob The bitch blow hard, harder than some Halls Here, take 'em all, you'll be straight in the morn' I'm two peace gone, I'm never gon' call Fly nigga, I don't wear it if it's in the mall Seen it on the blogs, these motherfuckers cost Yves Saint Laurent, you can tell by the fonts I do what I want, wake up when it's lunch Walk like I'm drunk, uh, swagga so uh Goyard trunks, go around, I got a bunch Tell TSA, "Bitch, get up out my stuff" I wouldn't recommend you to ever check 'em in I started with the end so when do I begin? [Verse 2] I'm so raw, turn the oven on Chef Papa John, I get the parmesan Pocket full of paper, underage in casinos You wanna see ID, oh? But I'm in the suite though Here my room-key, go, room movin' slow-mo Fans want a photo, but it's my turn to roll Hold up, baby, hold those, you see I'm chillin', dolo Lens with a logo, pinky ring, Frodo I'm feelin' my self, no ho-h-h-homo Hold that beat, poor that more ro-r-r-roso Rosé, you bozos, couldn't speak what I'm on You would need Rosetta Stone All these niggas all clones, we be originals Young Money Seminoles, tribe full of generals Don't ask me shit unless it's in a interview, nigga Unless it's in a interview See Tyga LiveGet tickets as low as $42You might also like[Outro] Ha, don't talk to me, I'm not your friend I'm just a fan of a fan Haha, I love all my fans though Mmm5

Hip-HopRap

Love the Way You Lie, Pt. II

Rihanna

[Verse 1: Rihanna] On the first page of our story The future seemed so bright Then this thing turned out so evil I don't know why I'm still surprised Even angels have their wicked schemes And you take that to new extremes But you'll always be my hero Even though you've lost your mind [Chorus: Rihanna] Just gonna stand there and watch me burn Well, that's alright because I like the way it hurts Just gonna stand there and hear me cry Well, that's alright because I love the way you lie I love the way you lie, oh I love the way you lie [Verse 2: Rihanna] Now there's gravel in our voices Glass is shattered from the fight In this tug of war, you'll always win Even when I'm right 'Cause you feed me fables from your head With violent words and empty threats And it's sick that all these battles Are what keeps me satisfied You might also like[Chorus: Rihanna] Just gonna stand there and watch me burn Well, that's alright because I like the way it hurts Just gonna stand there and hear me cry Well, that's alright because I love the way you lie I love the way you lie, oh I love the way you lie, oh [Bridge: Rihanna] So maybe I'm a masochist I try to run, but I don't wanna ever leave 'Til the walls are going up In smoke with all our memories [Verse 3: Eminem] It's morning, you wake, a sunray hits your face Smeared makeup as we lay in the wake of destruction (Shh) Hush baby, speak softly, tell me you're awfully sorry That you pushed me into the coffee table last night so I can push you off me Try and touch me so I can scream at you not to touch me Run out the room and I'll follow you like a lost puppy Baby, without you, I'm nothing, I'm so lost, hug me Then tell me how ugly I am, but that you'll always love me Then after that, shove me, in the aftermath of the Destructive path that we're on, two psychopaths, but we Know that no matter how many knives we put in each other's backs That we'll have each other's backs 'cause we're that lucky Together, we move mountains, let's not make mountains out of molehills You hit me twice, yeah, but who's counting? I may have hit you three times, I'm starting to lose count But together, we'll live forever, we found the youth fountain Our love is crazy, we're nuts, but I refused counseling This house is too huge, if you move out, I'll burn all two thousand Square feet of it to the ground, ain't shit you can do about it 'Cause with you, I'm in my fucking mind, without you, I'm out it [Chorus: Rihanna] Just gonna stand there and watch me burn Well, that's alright because I like the way it hurts Just gonna stand there and hear me cry Well, that's alright because I love the way you lie I love the way you lie I love the way you lie I love the way you lie I love the way you lie88

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Like A G6

Far East Movement

[Chorus: Dev] Poppin bottles in the ice, like a blizzard When we drink we do it right, gettin' slizard Sippin sizzurp in my ride, like Three 6 Now I'm feelin' so fly like a G6 Like a G6, like a G6 Now I'm feelin' so fly like a G6 Like a G6, like a G6 Now I'm feelin' so fly like a G6 [Verse 1: Cataracs] Gimme that Moet Gimme that Cristal Ladies love my style, at my table gettin wild Get them bottles poppin', we get that drip and that drop Now give me two more bottles cuz you know it don't stop [Pre-Chorus: Cataracs] Hell yeah, drink it up, drink-drink it up When sober girls around me, they be actin' like they drunk They be actin' like they drunk, actin'-actin' like they drunk When sober girls around me, they be actin' like they drunk [Chorus: Dev] Poppin bottles in the ice, like a blizzard When we drink we do it right, gettin' slizard Sippin sizzurp in my ride, like Three 6 Now I'm feelin' so fly like a G6 Like a G6, like a G6 Now I'm feelin' so fly like a G6 Like a G6, like a G6 Now I'm feelin' so fly like a G6 You might also like[Verse 2: Cataracs] Sippin on, sippin on sizz, I'ma ma-make it fizz Girl I keep it gangsta, poppin' bottles at the crib This is how we live, every single night Take that bottle to the head, and let me see you fly [Pre-Chorus: Cataracs] Hell yeah, drink it up, drink-drink it up When sober girls around me, they be actin' like they drunk They be actin like they drunk, actin'-actin' like they drunk When sober girls around me, they be actin' like they drunk [Chorus: Dev] Poppin bottles in the ice, like a blizzard When we drink we do it right, gettin' slizard Sippin sizzurp in my ride, like Three 6 Now I'm feelin' so fly like a G6 Like a G6, like a G6 Now I'm feelin' so fly like a G6 Like a G6, like a G6 Now I'm feelin' so fly like a G6 [Bridge: The Cataracs] It's that 808 bump, make you put yo hands up Make you put yo hands up, put yo, put yo hands up (You can't touch this) It's that 808 bump, make you put yo hands up Make you put yo hands up, put yo, put yo hands up (You can't touch this) Hell yeah, make you put yo hands up Make you put yo hands up, put yo, put yo put yo hands up Hell yeah, make you put yo hands up Make you put yo hands up, put yo, put yo put yo hands up [Chorus: Dev] Poppin bottles in the ice, like a blizzard When we drink we do it right, gettin' slizard Sippin sizzurp in my ride, like Three 6 Now I'm feelin' so fly like a G6 Like a G6, like a G6 Now I'm feelin' so fly like a G6 Like a G6, like a G6 Now I'm feelin' so fly like a G625

Hip-Hop

Same Mistakes (Fall For Your Type)

Drake

[Verse 1] Can I, can I save you from you? 'Cause you know there's something missing And that champagne you've been sippin's not supposed to make you different all the time It's starting to feel like the wrong thing to do, yeah 'Cause with all that recognition it gets hard for you to listen To the things that I must say to make you mine But live girl, have some fun girl, we'll be fine Trying to convince myself I've found one Making a mistake I never learned from [Hook] I swear I always fall for your type, yeah, for your type Tell me why I always fall for your type, for your type I just can't explain this shit at all I just can't explain this shit at all I just can't explain this shit at all I just can't explain this shit at all I believe in people like you [Verse 2] 'Cause who am I to judge you on the past, girl I bet there's a reason for it all You say that you're nothing like the last girl I just pray that you don't let me down right now But it's too late, 'cause I'm already yours You just gotta promise me, hearts won't break And end up like before See Drake LiveGet tickets as low as $50You might also like[Hook] I swear I always fall for your type, yeah, for your type Tell me why I always fall for your type, for your type I just can't explain this shit at all I just can't explain this shit at all I just can't explain this shit at all I just can't explain this shit at all I believe in people like you [Verse 3] Look, dress hanging off your shoulder, barely sober Telling me how you moving away and starting over Girl, quit playing you just drunk. You just saying shit Oh you dance, dance like how, like ballet and shit Oh, wait... No, I get it girl, I'm with it I've been down this road before and yeah I skidded but forget it Damn, I wonder why I never why I learned my lesson It's feeling like the second chance and its the first impression And I heard it's nothing new except for someone new But how you supposed to find the one when anyone will come with you Talking to myself but I never listen 'Cause man it's been a while, and I swear that this ones different That's why I'ma take you anywhere you wanna go Let you meet my friends so they can lecture me again about How reckless I have been And I'm slowly running out of all the time that I invest in Making all the same mistakes and I'm just trying to correct it And I fall... [Hook] I swear I always fall for your type, yeah, for your type Tell me why I always fall for your type, for your type I just can't explain this shit at all I just can't explain this shit at all I just can't explain this shit at all I just can't explain this shit at all I believe in people like you7

Hip-HopRap

If Rap Gets Jealous

K’naan

So good things come to those who wait Sure, I've waited about pop-pop-pop-pop That's four cousins shot! I got grudges, let's discuss this My music needs no touch ups I got a long record of fuck ups Trust me you don't know a past as weird as mine Or a life as hard as mine I had to hustle, chop, sell drugs, grind Whatever you want to call it is fine But just listen, and don't prejudge I don't want anyone dismissin' me as another thug Or some shit like that No Sir! If I fall I will get right back I got circumstances, but let me stop dancin' around the issue And tell you straight forward, I'm poor A refugee, been in prison and survived the war I come from the most dangerous city in this universe You're likely to get shot at birth! So how can rap quench my thirst I don't even hear verses no more I hear jerkin' off punks with lip glosses and purses I don't see nobody operatin' shit anymore I see nurses, fuck that! I'm gonna stay alive! I'd rather do a stage dive! You might also like[Hook] And if rap gets jealous cause I rock heavy It don't worry me if m'aa fuckers don't get it Yo, if rap gets jealous, words that were admitted I used to be a public enemy don't forget it And if rap gets jealous cause I rock heavy It don't worry me if m'aa fuckers don't get it Yo, if rap gets jealous, cause of where I'm headed Aggression, obsession, where pain live again [K'naan] So yeah, basically I gotta realease occasionaly I gotta let you know what's goin' on with me And facing me are some tough choices I got a good side and a bad side Inside my head, I hear screams, not voices And I can't lie, ain't got Shit! I ain't got to brag I'm hard pressed for some cash to send to my ill dad You're so superficial! Of course it's for shizzle Now my choice is to piss on you boys Cause my mission is the world To know my name My aim is plainly success But I still gotta come fresh So, how could rap quench my thirst I don't even hear verses no more I hear jerkin' off,punks with lip glosses and purses I don't see nobody operating shit anymore I see nurses, Fuck that!, I'm gonna stay alive! I'd rather do a stage dive! [Hook] [K'naan] He, He, He, That's what it is,it's pain,know what I'm sayin'? I don't know man it's like You spend years developing your artistry Know what I'm sayin', perfecting your skills You can't do shit with it, Ha! That's gotta be Fucked up!, know what I'm sayin'? Ha! That's gotta be Fucked up You know,just imagine like, imagine you build a Fuckin' castle And you can't live in it, ha, That's what it is You can't live it you know And you got problems, you got family to feed I got family to feed moment of truth right And I still gotta come fresh So how could rap quench my thirst I don't even hear verses no more I hear jerkin' off, punks with lip glosses and purses I don't see nobody I can reach anymore I see nurses, fuck that, I'm gonna stay alive, I'd rather do a stage live! [Hook](x2)1

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Looking for Trouble

Kanye West

[Intro: Pusha T & Kanye West] Re-Up Gang Pusha Música bubble Not looking for trouble Looking for trouble, trouble, trouble But you found it, motherfucker Some shekels fe I shenks Yes! Just a burn up de lamb’s bread [Verse 1: Pusha T] All I see is black roses, drug dealer poses Shoveling that devil’s angel up they noses Never let jail turn my Shyne into Moses Couldn’t cleanse my soul with them Civil Rights hoses Panoramic roof, under glass like a coaster Backseat driver, racial slurs at the chauffeur Kélian loafers, Mikimoto chokes her Photo-op is priceless, frame our wanted posters The audacity, war brings casualty Bitch, have my son before I face that tragedy Ugh, I order hits, she orders mahi R.I.P. Vivian Blake, shout out the Shower Posse, gone! [Interlude: Kanye West] Música bubble Not looking for trouble Looking for trouble, trouble, trouble But you found it, motherfucker Some shekels fe I shenks Yeah, yeah Just a burn up de lamb’s bread You might also like[Verse 2: Kanye West] I miss the misogyny, bad bitches massagin' me Sometimes, we lowered our standards at the colleges So please don’t judge me, ugh, for the following: Fat bitches swallowing, skinny bitches modeling Take off that Givenchy and let’s get raunchy I'll have your face looking all Captain Crunch-y The devil stay testing 'Cause when you chase the pussy, it’s a sin But if it falls in your lap, it’s a blessin' Soon as I got salad, I spent it all on dressing French, to be exact, that Balmain was impressive Hedi Slimane leathers... [Interlude: CyHi the Prynce] CyHi! Yeah! [Verse 3: CyHi the Prynce] Boy, we lookin’ for trouble Maybe if we wasn’t Black, then we wouldn’t have struggled Player, all I got is trap niggas and crooks in my huddle They cook and I smuggle, got 20 pounds of kush in the duffle So I’m running through them circles, boy, I’m lookin like Knuckles Look at my knuckles, got the hook in, ’cause niggas was looking I’ve tooken some whoopings, so trust me, dog, I’m good for a scuffle Don’t be mad I whooped your ass 'cause I’ve tooken a couple Feds asking niggas questions, but I wouldn’t rebuttal 'Cause I’m Jake Gyllenhaal, I’m in the hood with the bubble With a tall model broad like I took her from Russell Didn’t play the cards I was dealt, I made the dealer re-shuffle Huh, royal flush, so kiss my royal nuts Ain’t nothing silver-spooned, I came from the soil, bruh But now, I’m eatin’ off of Raffaello Gold Exquisite ravioli with some happy yellow hoes But don’t get it confused when I rap these mellow flows 'Cause all my Titos got bricks like the yellow road [Interlude: Big Sean & Kanye West] G.O.O.D.! I do it Música bubble Not looking for trouble B-I-G, Sean Don, nigga Looking for trouble, trouble, trouble But you found it, motherfucker Some shekels fe I shenks Bitch! I'm in... Just a burn up de lamb’s bread [Verse 4: Big Sean] ... That no-smoke sec', rolling motherfucking ounces Marijuana mountains, drinks you’re not pronouncing Three chains on, I don’t need no bouncers Nothing less than a G stashed in my trousers (Boy) New double Ds smashed in her blouses Fuck a hotel, my nigga we rent houses (Houses) My nigga, we rent houses So many wedding rings lost in them couches I’m just a Westside lover I leave females in my sheets and all my feelings in a rubber This is showtime, showtime, boy, I hope you set the DVR Stacking money face to face, this shit look like CPR ‘Ye invited me a seat to sit at the throne So now I’m snappin’ like yo ass just finished the poem Does he sound like 'Ye, Jay or Drizzy Drake? (Drizzy Drake) Meanwhile I’m chillin’ with all these niggas, counting all this money you ain’t Consider yourself lucky to see a legend before the prime A killer before the crime, a B.I.G. before the dying Greet me with a middle finger when you see me It’s cool 'cause I can’t see yo ass from this side of the TV, motherfucker! [Verse 5: J. Cole] Hey, Cole World, make way for the chosen one What you now hear is puttin’ fear in all the older ones Downplayed me to downgrade me like they don’t notice him Your shoes too big to fill? I can barely squeeze my toes in ‘em Fucking hoes while teachin' niggas to hold your sons This the rap Moses—scratch that, Mary and Joseph’s son High as fuck with a cold flow and a loaded gun Never say I’m better than Hov, but I’m the closest one Heard you lookin’ for trouble, what, I’m 'sposed to run? Your bitch invited me inside her, ain’t I 'sposed to come? Got niggas that’ll blow your tee off, put a hole in one Now you outside of Heaven’s gate, frontin’ like you know someone Talking hard, but y’all still ain’t push me They say you are what you eat, and I still ain’t pussy Hmm, fuck it, everybody can get it When you’re this hot, everybody’s a critic But when you’re this high, everybody’s a midget All this mean-mugging from niggas that mean nothing Could it be my position is one that you dreamed of? Went from quarter to broke to half-past-rich With my badass bitch And you don’t want no problems, on some math class shit So check the young genius out Fuck the world, bust a nut, and let my semen sprout I thought that real shit is what you been fiending ’bout What you been praying for? What you been screaming ’bout? Ironic, you been sleeping on the one that you been dreaming 'bout38

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What’s My Name?

Rihanna

[Refrain: Rihanna & Drake] Oh na-na, what's my name? Oh na-na, what's my name? Oh na-na, what's my name? Oh na-na, what's my name? Oh na-na, what's my name? (Uh) What's my name? What's my name? (Yeah) [Verse 1: Drake] I heard you good with them soft lips Yeah, you know, word of mouth The square root of sixty-nine is eight somethin', right? 'Cause I've been tryna work it out, oh Good weed, white wine, uh I come alive in the night time, yeah Okay, away we go Only thing we have on is the radio Let it play Say you gotta leave, but I know you wanna stay You just waitin' on the traffic jam to finish, girl The things that we could do in twenty minutes, girl Say my name, say my name, wear it out It's gettin' hot, crack a window, air it out I can get you through a mighty long day Soon as you go, the text that I write is gon' say You might also like[Refrain: Rihanna] Oh na-na, what's my name? Oh na-na, what's my name? Oh na-na, what's my name? What's my name? What's my name? [Verse 2: Rihanna] Not everybody Knows how to work my body Knows how to make me want it But, boy, you stay up on it You got that somethin' That keeps me so off balance Baby, you're a challenge Let's explore your talent [Chorus: Rihanna] Hey, boy, I really wanna see if you Can go downtown with a girl like me Hey, boy, I really wanna be with you 'Cause you just my type Ooh, na, na, na, na I need a boy to take it over Lookin' for a guy to put in work Oh woah, oh woah Hey, boy, I really wanna see if you Can go downtown with a girl like me Hey, boy, I really wanna be with you 'Cause you just my type Ooh, na, na, na, na I need a boy to take it over Lookin' for a guy to put in work Oh woah, oh woah [Refrain: Rihanna] Oh na-na, what's my name? Oh na-na, what's my name? Oh na-na, what's my name? What's my name? What's my name? [Verse 3: Rihanna] Baby, you got me And ain't nowhere that I'd be Than with your arms around me Back and forth, you rock me, yeah So I surrender To every word you whisper Every door you enter I will let you in [Chorus: Rihanna] Hey, boy, I really wanna see if you Can go downtown with a girl like me Hey, boy, I really wanna be with you 'Cause you just my type Ooh, na, na, na, na I need a boy to take it over Lookin' for a guy to put in work Oh woah, oh woah [Bridge: Rihanna] You're so amazing You took the time to figure me out That's why you take me Way past the point of turnin' me on You 'bout to break me I swear you got me losin' my mind [Refrain: Rihanna] Oh na-na, what's my name? Oh na-na, what's my name? Oh na-na, what's my name? Oh na-na, what's my name? Oh na-na, what's my name? What's my name? What's my name? [Chorus: Rihanna] Hey, boy, I really wanna see if you Can go downtown with a girl like me Hey, boy, I really wanna be with you 'Cause you just my type Ooh, na, na, na, na I need a boy to take it over Lookin' for a guy to put in work Oh woah, oh woah Hey, boy, I really wanna see if you Can go downtown with a girl like me Hey, boy, I really wanna be with you 'Cause you just my type Ooh, na, na, na, na I need a boy to take it over Lookin' for a guy to put in work Oh woah, oh woah62

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Letter to B.I.G.

Jadakiss

[Intro: Jadakiss] Uh huh! I ain't even good with writing I don't even write shit I just felt, I had to write this letter to BIG Niggas is acting like.................. Letter to BIG Uh, yo [Verse: Jadakiss, Faith Evans & Both] Dear Christopher "Frank White" Wallace Yeah it's your boy Kiss I just want to holla In your memory I keep the Coogi in my closet Kangol on the rack, a fresh pair of Wallies You know I'm still the liquor and the weed child And still got Branson on speed dial And everybody's the king now You ain't gotta be nice getting shot is the thing now Mafia was doing their best, they separated Now Roc and Gutta doing a stretch, uh, yeah Kim is still in it to win it I seen Money L awhile ago but I ain't heard from Cease in a minute People in power is queer I could go on for a year 'bout how it would be if you were still here The game got cheaper, rappers is more commercially successful now But the heart's a lot weaker You know me still got the flow that'll pop speakers First option on offense the top feature It's easy BIG all you need is a pro-tool set And I ain't touch the paper that I was supposed to yet Everybody that's somebody show respect Only a matter of time before they notice that (Just a matter of time, matter of time) I'm an impeccable lyricist And with the right mechanics, I could take over be clear of this They well aware of Kiss the light of the city And I ain't on the label no more but I'm tighter with Diddy I got my own plan handle mine like a grown man Long as I know I'm nice, fuck it I'm my own fan Remixed the joints you had But, they could never ever duplicate your swag (Never) Meanwhile I'm a keep it so on my lil' plans And you might bump into a few of my lil' mans Up there stepping with God And down here Mister Cee in BK still repping you hard T-yanna so pretty, CJ turned into a Lil' Biggie Just a little lighter but so witty On your born day, we get the highest Groovy still the best with the garments, he keep me the flyest Tonight, Patron is dead Only right that I take a bottle of Bacardi Limon to the head And before I end it, I gotta say thanks Cause not only was your time well-spent, it was splendid (thanks) Miss you, my nigga One Love (So we tried to hard to understand) See Jadakiss LiveGet tickets as low as $41You might also like[Chorus: Faith Evans & Jadakiss] So we tried to hard to understand, why you had to go away (That was my letter to B.I.G., nah'mean?) You were everything - you were everything (I felt it was only right, I really smoked with them niggas) [Bridge: Faith Evans & Jadakiss] So we'll just keep our heads to the sky (Drink wit 'em) (Sat wit 'em, talked wit 'em) Cause we know we're gonna see you in the next lifetime (Real shit) But it's never easy saying good-bye (See you when I get there, Biggie) Saying - good-bye (Love you) [Chorus: Faith Evans] So we tried to hard to understand, why you had to go away You were everything (Why you had to go away?) So we tried to hard to understand, why you had to go away You were everything (Oooo-hooo-oooo-hooo-oooo-hoooo...)5

Hip Hop

Still Dreaming

Nas

[Produced by Kanye West] [Intro: Kanye West] Some people really are Yeah, uh, uh And as the sun sets And the night falls And them ho's call [Verse 1: Kanye West] He pulled up at 6:30 in a 745 As he waving "Shorty, hi", you know he showin' his bling out She got in the car, he drove, he pulled his thing out His girl caught feelings, she mad, she threw the ring out How she found out she dreamt the whole thing out Y'all be going through problems, you gotta work the kinks out When you go to sleep? What do you think 'bout? If y'all get a divorce She gon' take everything except the kitchen sink out Make it so cold that you gotta pull your mink out Or grab your roller skates and turn a roller rink out You now back up in the club, in the club, tryna min-gle Meanwhile, she out doing the same thing now Nightmares from your dream gal make you scream out [Chorus: Kanye West, Nas & Chrisette Michele] Some people really (Still dreamin') Some people really (Make you scream out) Some people really are (Still dreamin') Still dreamin' (Wha-wha-wha-wha-One-two one two) Some dreams stay dreams, some dreams come true They are still dreamin'(Wha-wha-wha-wha-One-two one two) Some dreams stay dreams, some dreams come true Some people really (Yeah) Some people really (y-y-yeah) Some people really are (Ugh) You might also like[Verse 2: Nas] How you a man waiting for the next man to get rich? Your plan is to stick out your hand real quick So if he feed your family and he serve you shit Then he need that head you get and he deserve your bitch Since you wishin' cash fall from the sky all your life Dwellin' on the past when you was alright When you was getting cash but wasn't too bright Now your luck down, you feel like bustin' them shells Nobody owe you, can't do nothin' for self Want niggas to show you, how to come up with green I schemed since I'm 14, what the fuck was your dream? Rental cars, little broads, saying you was seen With little niggas with a chain, you was doing your thing How high was I? You the thousandth guy That came around thinking we can see eye to eye We on a different echelon Could've got bread together, now you get skedded on [Refrain: Sample of Kanye West and Nas] [Verse 3: Nas] She had several cars, she had credit cards A castle, large master bathroom, getting a pedicure Bellinis by the glassful, said she been meaning to ask who Who in need of cash who, who could blast tools And I'm eating cashews, knew she was bad news But we mad cool, nothin' sexual ‘Cause I knew her since high school Grew up with my dudes, like one of my crew She worked for Fox News One of her mans that she lent her drop to Won't come back with it, so she want him clapped in it Says it's important that it looks like an accident She was snorting and her eyes had bags in it She was recording, had a wire, askin' shit Four days before I came by she got bagged with bricks Crossed the line from her world of news castin' To a world of entrapment, a good girl gone backwards [Refrain: sample + Kanye and Nas] [Sample of "They are still dreaming" to end]18

Hip-Hop

Made You Look

Nas

[Produced by Salaam Remi] [Intro] Bravehearts, Bravehearts, Bravehearts... [Verse 1] Now let's get it all in perspective For all y'all enjoyment, a song y'all can step with Y'all appointed me to bring rap justice But I ain't Five-O, y'all know it's Nas, yo Grey Goose and a whole lot of hydro Only describe us as soldier survivors Stay laced in the best, well-dressed With finesse in a white tee, lookin' for wifey Thug girl who fly and talks so nicely Put her in the coupe so she can feel the nice breeze We can drive through the city, no doubt But don't say my car's topless, say the titties is out Newness, here's the anthem Put your hand up that you shoot with, count your loot with Push the pool stick in your new crib Same hand that you hoop with, swing around like you stupid King of the town? Yeah, I been that You know I click-clack — where you and your mens at? Do the Smurf, do the Wop, Baseball Bat Rooftop like we bringin' '88 back You might also like[Chorus] They shootin'! Aw, made you look You a slave to a page in my rhyme book Gettin' big money, playboy, your time's up Where them gangstas? Where them dimes at? They shootin'! Aw, made you look You a slave to a page in my rhyme book Gettin' big money, playboy, your time's up Where them gangstas at? Where them dimes at? [Verse 2] This ain't rappin', this is Street Hop Now get up off yo' ass like your seat's hot My live niggas lit up the reefer Trunk of the car, we got the streetsweeper Don't start none, won't be none No reason for your mans to panic You don't wanna see no ambulances Knock a pimp's drink down in his pimp cup That's the way you get Timberland'd up Let the music defuse all the tension Baller convention, free admission Hustlers, dealers and killers can move swift Girls get close, you can feel where the tool's kept All my just-comin' homies, parolees Get money, leave the beef alone slowly Get out my face, you people so phony Pull out my waist, the Eagle four-forty [Chorus] They shootin'! Aw, made you look You a slave to a page in my rhyme book Gettin' big money, playboy, your time's up Where them gangstas? Where them dimes at? They shootin'! Aw, made you look You a slave to a page in my rhyme book Gettin' big money, playboy, your time's up Where them gangstas at? Where them dimes at? [Verse 3] I see niggas runnin', yo, my mood is real rude I lay you out, show you what steel do Mobsters don't box, my pump shot obliges Every invitation to fight you punk chazzers Like Pun said "you ain't even in mi clasa" Maybach Benz, back seat, TV plasma Ladies lookin' for athletes or rappers Whatever you choose, whatever you do Make sure he a thug and intelligent too Like a real thoroughbred is Show me love, let me feel how the head is Females who's the sexiest is always the nastiest [Outro] And I like a little sassiness A lot of class; Mami, reach in your bag, pass the fifth I'm a leader at last, this a don you with My 9's will spit, niggas lose consciousness25

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The Prayer

Kid Cudi

[Intro: Kid Cudi & Kanye West] Ah, da-da, da-da, da-da-nah Ba-ba, ba-ba, ba-ba-da-ba-da La-la, la-la, la-la, la-la, la-la, la-la-la La-la, la-la, la-la, la-la-la Plain Pat, what up? [Verse 1] My heart thump, not from being nervous Sometimes I'm thinking God made me special here on purpose So all the while, 'til I'm gone make my words important So if I slip away, if I die today The last thing you remember won't be About some apple bottom jeans with the boots with the fur Maybe how I dream of being free since my birth Cursed, but the demons I confronted would disperse Have you ever heard of some shit so real? Beyond, from the heart, from the soul, you can feel [Chorus] And if I die before I wake I pray the Lord, my soul, to take But please don't cry Just know that I have made these songs for you And if I die before I wake I pray the Lord, my soul, to take 'Cause I'm ready for the funeral Uh-oh, uh-oh, uh-oh See Kid Cudi LiveGet tickets as low as $103You might also like[Verse 2] My mind runs, I could never catch it Even if I got a head start, God, please help me I am feeling so alone, wait I don't need to worry 'cause I know the world'll feel this nigga Blessing in disguise, but I am not hiding who I am, open your eyes, bruh If I ever met you, I appreciate the love, yo Girls that I dated, it's okay, I am not mad, yo Unless you stabbed me in the heart, no love ho This shit is so ill Play it back from the top if you recognize real [Chorus] And if I die before I wake I pray the Lord, my soul, to take But please don't cry Just know that I have made these songs for you And if I die before I wake I pray the Lord, my soul, to take 'Cause I'm ready for the funeral And if I die before I wake I pray the Lord, my soul, to take But please don't cry Just know that I have made these songs for you And if I die before I wake I pray the Lord, my soul, to take 'Cause I'm ready for the funeral [Outro] I'm ready for that I'm ready for the funeral, hey-hey I'm ready for the funeral, hey I'm ready for the funeral Hey, I'm ready for it I'm ready for it I'm ready for the funeral148

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Kingdom Come

JAY-Z

[Intro] I don't know what life will be in H.I.P. H.O.P Without the boy H.O.V Not only N.Y.C. I'm hip hop's savior So after this flow you might owe me a favor When kingdom come, you ready? When kingdom come, I'm ready When kingdom come I'm ready [Verse 1] Now everywhere I go they like HOV come back Up out the corner office out the cul-de-sac Where's Iceberg Slim he was the coldest cat Get your swag back daddy where your focus at Got to admit a little bit I was sick of rap But despite that the boy is back And I'm so evolved I'm so involved I'm showing growth, I'm so in charge I'm CEO and yeah glory to God I'm so indebted, I should have been deaded Selling blow in the park, this I know in my heart Now I'm so enlightened I might glow in the dark I been up in the office you might know him as Clark But, just when you thought the whole world fell apart I, take off the blazer, loosen up the tie Step inside the booth, Superman is alive You might also like[Chorus] The King of New York, New York Not only N.Y.C., I'm hip hop's savior So after this flow you might owe me a favor When kingdom come, you ready? When kingdom come, uh huh Not only N.Y.C., I'm hip hop's savior So after this flow you might owe me a favor [Verse 2: Jay-Z] I hear "hurry up Hov'" when I'm out in the public 'Cause niggas like: "but you love it; you be it, you're of it You breathe it, we need it; bring it back to the hustlas" Had to dust off the Hammer dance, can't touch this C'mon playboys, bring the cars back out 'Cause ya boy Hov is back, you know them broads coming out Got 'em dancing on the banquette, like they from Bankhead Fuck Cristal, so they ask me what we drinking I thought dudes remark was rude okay So I moved on to Dom, Krug Rosé And it's much bigger issues in the world, I know But I first had to take care of the world I know I'm from the bottom, so I still feel 'em from the bottom Underdog before my cape, still couldn't stop him Flash Gordon when recording, spark the light in the dark Peter Park', Spider-Man, all I do is climb the charts [Chorus] The King of New York, New York Not only N.Y.C., I'm hip hop's savior So after this flow you might owe me a favor When kingdom come, you ready? When kingdom come, uh huh Not only N.Y.C., I'm hip hop's savior So after this flow you might owe me a favor [Verse 3] Just when they thought it was all over I put the whole world on my back and broad shoulders The War-Hova, but who you know took over tracks like that Guess what New York, New York - we back And I ain't never been afraid of a drought Since I was six, seventeen been getting money down South Bout it, bout it, Master P Ask the nigga Pimp C, ask my homie Bun B I run the streets the streets don't run we Y'all run, we chill still waters run deep I repeat, sing along with me I run the streets, the streets don't run we Ladies saying "Where you been Superman?" When niggas spending ten million in media on my hands The Bruce Wayne of the game have no fear When you need me just throw your ROC signs in the air, yeah! [Chorus] The King of New York, New York Not only N.Y.C., I'm hip hop's savior So after this flow you might owe me a favor When kingdom come, you ready? When kingdom come, uh huh Not only N.Y.C., I'm hip hop's savior So after this flow you might owe me a favor7

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