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Int’l Players Anthem (I Choose You)

UGK

[Verse 1: Andre 3000] So, I typed a text to a girl I used to see Saying that I chose this cutie pie with whom I wanna be And I apologize if this message gets you down Then I CC'ed every girl that I'd see-see 'round town And hate to see y'all frown but I'd rather see her smilin' Wetness all around me, true, but I'm no island Peninsula maybe, it makes no sense, I know crazy Give up all this pussy cat that's in my lap, no looking back Spaceships don't come equipped with rearview mirrors They dip as quick as they can, the atmosphere is now ripped I'm so like a pimp, I'm glad it's night So the light from the sun would not burn me on my bum When I shoot the moon, high jump the broom Like a preemie out the womb, my partner yelling, "Too soon! Don't do it! Reconsider, read some liter- Ature on the subject; you sure? Fuck it You know we got your back like chiroprac-tic If that bitch do you dirty, we'll wipe her ass out as in detergent Now hurry, hurry, go on to the altar I know you ain't a pimp, but pimp, remember what I taught ya: Keep your heart, Three Stacks, keep your heart Ayy, keep your heart, Three Stacks, keep your heart Man, these girls is smart, Three Stacks, these girls is smart Play your part, play your part" You might also like[Verse 2: Pimp C] (Sweet Jones) My bitch a choosy lover, never fuck without a rubber Never in the sheets, like it on top of the cover Money on the dresser, drive a Kompressor Top notch hoes get the most, not the lesser Trash like to fuck with forty dollars in the club Fuckin' up the game, bitch, it gets no love She be cross country, givin' all that she got A thousand a pop, I'm pullin' Bentleys off the lot I smashed up the gray one, bought me a red Every time we hit the parkin' lot we turn heads Some hoes wanna choose but them bitches too scary Your bitch chose me, you ain't a pimp, you a fairy [Chorus: Willie Hutch] Ohh, ohh, I choose you girl, yeah [Verse 3: Bun B] Baby, you been rollin' solo, time to get down with the team The grass is greener on that other side if you know what I mean I'll show you shit you never seen, the Seven Wonders of the World And I can make you the eighth if you wanna be my girl When I say my girl, I don't mean my woman, that ain't my style Need a real street stalker (stalker) to walk a green mile (mile) We piling up the paper on the dining room table 'Cause you able to realize I'm the truth and not a fable (fable) We rocking Russian sable, keep that 'chilla on the rack What I look like with some thousand dollar shit up on my back? I'm a million dollar mack that need a billion dollar bitch Put my pimpin' in your life, watch ya daddy get rich Easy as A-B-C, simple as 1-2-3 Get down with U-G-K, Pimp C, B-U-N B 'Cause what's a ho with no pimp, and what's a pimp with no hoes? Don't be a lame, you know the game and how it goes We tryna get chose [Chorus: Willie Hutch] Ohh, ohh, I choose you girl, yeah [Verse 4: Big Boi] Eeny meeny decisions, with precision I pick, or Make my selection on who I choose to be wit', girl Don't touch my protection, I know you want it to slip But slippin' is somethin' I don't do, tippin' for life That's like makin' it rain every month on schedule Let me tell you, get your parasol umbrella 'Cause it's gonna get wetter, better prepare ya for the C support She supposed to spend it on that baby, but we see she don't Ask-ask Paul McCartney, the lawyers couldn't stop it Slaughter-slaughter of them pockets, had to tie her to a rocket Send her in to outer space, I know he wish he could 'Cause he payin' 20K a day, that bitch is eating good Like an infant on a double D titty, just getting plump 'Cause you miscalculated the next to the-the last pump Dump-dump in the gut, raw from the giddy up Better choose that right one or pick-pick the kiddies up (shit) [Chorus: Willie Hutch] Ohh, ohh, I choose you girl, yeah Ahh, I choose you baby...98

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Wipe Me Down

Boosie Badazz

[Intro: Foxx] Mr. Wipe Down in this biatch ('Cause I'm on, wipe me down) Down yy heard me, Foxx-a-million ('Cause I'm on, wipe me down) This one be the remix ('Cause I'm on, wipe me down) Badazz, Savage Life, Foxx-a-million ('Cause I'm on, wipe me down) Man you already know what it is ya heard me (C'ause I'm on, wipe me down) We still on ('Cause I'm on, wipe me down) We still ridin' on chrome ('Cause I'm on, wipe me down) We still pullin' up ('Cause I'm on, wipe me down) Man, look [Verse 1: Foxx] I pull up at the club VIP Gas tank on E, but all drinks on me (Wipe me down) Fresh kicks, fresh white tall tee Fresh NFL hat, fresh 'Bauds with the crease (Wipe me down) Pussy niggas wanna hit me with they heat Real recognize real, real niggas gon' speak (Wipe me down) Jiggalatin', I been rolling bout a week You can tell I got cake by the diamonds in my teeth (Wipe me down) Black shades, so you know a nigga rolling They ain't check me at the door So ain't no telling what I'm holding (Wipe me down) Bad bitches they gon' bust it wide open Niggas flashing they lil' bread But I'm the nigga they approachin' (Wipe me down) Small niggas, tall figures, y'all niggas fraud niggas We gon' get MAC-11s and dog niggas (Wipe me down) Y'all niggas call niggas, but my niggas all killers Get your issue and whoever fall with you You might also like[Chorus: Foxx] 'Cause I'm on (Wipe me down) 'Cause I'm on (Wipe me down) 'Cause I'm on (Wipe me down) 'Cause I'm on (Wipe me down) 'Cause I'm on (Wipe me down) 'Cause I'm on (Wipe me down) 'Cause I'm on (Wipe me down) 'Cause I'm on (Wipe me down) 'Cause I'm on (Wipe me down) 'Cause I'm on (Wipe me down) 'Cause I'm on (Wipe me down) 'Cause I'm on (Wipe me down) 'Cause I'm on (Wipe me down) 'Cause I'm on (Wipe me down) 'Cause I'm on (Wipe me down) 'Cause I'm on (Wipe me down) 'Cause I'm on (Wipe me down) [Verse 2: Boosie Badazz] B-O-O-S-I-E B-A-D-A-Z-Z, that's me (Wipe me down) Redbones, caramels, all of 'em stop and stare All of 'em tryna steal my underwear (Wipe me down) I like to floss like Rick Ross, got a hit called "Set It Off" When I sing it everybody set it off (Wipe me down) Black mink, man, don't play with me I bust your dome, eight whips on chrome You can go on and— (Wipe me down) Fresh fade, fresh J's, on the corner playing Spades I'm an ordinary person but I'm paid (Wipe me down) Foxx flipping, Webbie smokin' and we choking on a whole pound of purple Famous like the Ninja Turtles (Wipe me down) Just left New York City, hooked up with P. Diddy Finna blow past 50—you gon' have to (Wipe me down) We the best I'm a fool, I'm the hemi man Red light, green light, yellow light, get it man [Chorus: Foxx] 'Cause I'm on (Wipe me down) 'Cause I'm on (Wipe me down) 'Cause I'm on (Wipe me down) 'Cause I'm on (Wipe me down) 'Cause I'm on (Wipe me down) 'Cause I'm on (Wipe me down) 'Cause I'm on (Wipe me down) 'Cause I'm on (Wipe me down) 'Cause I'm on (Wipe me down) 'Cause I'm on (Wipe me down) 'Cause I'm on (Wipe me down) 'Cause I'm on (Wipe me down) 'Cause I'm on (Wipe me down) 'Cause I'm on (Wipe me down) 'Cause I'm on (Wipe me down) 'Cause I'm on (Wipe me down) 'Cause I'm on (Wipe me down) [Verse 3: Webbie] Hot drop, drop top, top drop Hoes drop it like it's hot Yeah nigga, I'm the shit (Wipe me down) You see this ice on my wrist How it glis' soon as the light hit You can't lie the ice sick (Wipe me down) Purple got me smelling funky Red monkey 500 dollars on 'em You ain't seen these yet (Wipe me down) Beating, you can hear me way around the corner Paint wet with the 24's on 'em, that's a bet (Wipe me down) Ol' ladies, baby mommas, few fiances Nigga's wife, savage life Who I'm gonna fuck next (Wipe me down) And I use the Lifestyle or the Magnum Or the Trojan or go head and use the barrel of the tech (Wipe me down) Man this chain hit me for a couple grand Oh no, I ain't complaining Just watch how you wipe my chest (Wipe me down) A bad bitch wanted me to stay lil' longer I'd'a put that dick up on her But I had a flight to catch (Wipe me down) [Verse 4: Foxx] Shoulders, chest, pants, shoes Shoulders, chest, pants, shoes Shoulders, chest, pants, shoes Shoulders, chest, pants, shoes Shoulders, chest, pants, shoes Shoulders, chest, pants, shoes Shoulders, chest, pants, shoes Shoulders, chest, pants, shoes [Chorus: Foxx] 'Cause I'm on (Wipe me down) 'Cause I'm on (Wipe me down) 'Cause I'm on (Wipe me down) 'Cause I'm on (Wipe me down) 'Cause I'm on (Wipe me down) 'Cause I'm on (Wipe me down) 'Cause I'm on (Wipe me down) 'Cause I'm on (Wipe me down) 'Cause I'm on (Wipe me down) 'Cause I'm on (Wipe me down) 'Cause I'm on (Wipe me down) 'Cause I'm on (Wipe me down) 'Cause I'm on (Wipe me down) 'Cause I'm on (Wipe me down) 'Cause I'm on (Wipe me down) 'Cause I'm on (Wipe me down) 'Cause I'm on (Wipe me down)7

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The Problem

Wale

[Wale] (Spoken Word) This isn't no gripe but a mere portion of a semi-important life Far from a complaint, but a mere look at the present showing you the changes that I made The proverbial lemonade that I made I made my mistakes, you see life's lemons often times come in a abundance In conjunction with the pressure that we're under Underrated some would say Hated, and some say it's the things I say or how I say em And I admit, in this race I tend to struggle to relate in words It's like I'm an alien who alienates by the herd, so as far as being heard I guess I gotta wait, deprived by the station's eye Wale, more times than not, am not for whom the air waves Thank God for the free thinkers, for you keep me in mind In this state of mind that I'm in, for you keep me in the race with the baton that y'all give And they hypebeasts, street wear, Versace and Vuitton that I'm in And really don't matter unless y'all coming with No days off, may we rip the face of the whole game off Imma say it to y'all, I'm gonna put my faith in y'all when I don't understand me They say I'm running hip-hop but I'd rather unify with y'all then stampede And lastly for everybody who doubted I can't live without you, please Continue to inspire the fire that is my re-dedication to greatness y'all Paint A Picture to A.D. to freestyles to famous songs we out 'chere (here) Unforgettable gestures, unmeasurable effort, to pleasure the masses with impeccable work ethic Let's get it, I go hard, no days off [Verse 1: Part 1] Pain on my face, laying back rolling a J Feeling like these rap niggas ain't as real as they say That's why I keep my friends limited, Keep them hoes interested Resented by the game like I'm Pete Rose in this bitch Ain't nothing stopping us, tell u what the problem is I'm on top of my game but these niggas won't acknowledge it So a nigga hungry as a plastic hippopotamus So, to stop us better take it in blood like a phlebotomist See Wale LiveGet tickets as low as $128You might also like[Seinfeld Skit] You really need some help But a regular psychiatrist couldn't even help you, you know what I mean? You need to get involved at the university level, like where Freud studied And have all those people looking at you and checking up on you That's the kind of help you need, not the once-a-week for eighty bucks, no You need a team, a team of psychiatrists working around the clock You need to go to, like, Vienna or something [Verse 1: Part 1] [Verse 1: Part 2] I walk around understanding the politics Wish you niggas father understood where the condom was '06 came, had all kind of buzz And Isaiah say one day your time will come Then '09 came, them bad record sales The silver-lining couldn't find 'em up on any shelf I'm in the mirror like "this a product of my skills?" And I feared that my fans say I failed It's just my fate, let me chill, nah flip My shit was submarine like, under ship Look at what I'm up against, scrutiny, criticism Everybody judging off a single I ain't even pick Now my eyes Chinese, keep the loud lit Now I'm taking these pills and I ain't even sick Ice and Rain, Letter, Center of Attention I wanted them on my debut, but they ain't wanna listen You know I love my team, but they couldn't see my vision Interscope is my fam, so I ain't tryna make no issue I'm just trying to paint that picture, when I'm rhyming up in this booth I'ma try to rhyme and get through, I'm documenting the truth Men lie. Women lie. Numbers won't forsaken The only album flop is the album niggas hate so A.D. 2, on the way, let's do this And God willin' niggas gonna triple up them units Triple up them units, wisdom is improvin' If no one's there to listen guess I'll put it in the music Triple up them units, wisdom is improvin' I'm heading to Vienna since y'all niggas ain't doin' shit!5

Hip-Hop

Raining Men

Rihanna

[Refrain: Rihanna] Eenie, meenie, minie, mo Catch a playa by the toe If you want to, let him go Ladies, don't worry 'cause they got plenty more [Chorus: Rihanna] Men be fallin' like the rain, so we ain't runnin' out Fallin' like the rain, so we ain't runnin' out Fallin' like the rain, so we ain't runnin' out Oh, it's rainin' men, girl, what you worried 'bout? [Verse 1: Rihanna] Who you think you getting with that "Hi, let me freak ya"? You got me mistaken thinking you gon' get it easy First of all, you need to know that I'm not the one Think you gettin' somethin', baby, you ain't gettin' none All you need to know that I'm a two times five Load it, cock it, aim it, baby, boom bye-bye Set your standards lower, boy, you're aimin' too high Matter of fact, your friend looks better, so goodbye [Refrain: Rihanna] Eenie, meenie, minie, mo Catch a playa by the toe If you want to, let him go Ladies, don't worry 'cause they got plenty more You might also like[Chorus: Rihanna] Men be fallin' like the rain, so we ain't runnin' out Fallin' like the rain, so we ain't runnin' out Fallin' like the rain, so we ain't runnin' out Oh, it's rainin' men, girl, what you worried 'bout? [Post-Chorus: Rihanna] Oh yeah, yeah Oh woah, woah Oh yeah, yeah Oh woah, woah Oh yeah, yeah Oh woah, woah Oh yeah, yeah, yeah Oh woah, woah, woah [Verse 2: Nicki Minaj] Excuse me, but who are you fixin' to be? Let them motherfuckers know there's plenty fish in the sea And he sweatin' me just 'cause I got the tightest hole But I couldn't find that-that thing with a microscope (Oh) Give me dome, dome, da-da-da-da-da-dome, dome, dome I ain't trippin' on your money, money, long, long, long Want my own TV production company So tell Harpo to hit me, Celie Anyway, RiRi, what rhymes with your name freely? Money got you vacationing in Chile Do you wanna sit on the back while I wheelie? Really? Really? No, for real, really? Laid out on the beach, they be feeding me my catfishes 'Cause it's raining men, fat bitches [Chorus: Rihanna] Men be fallin' like the rain, so we ain't runnin' out Fallin' like the rain, so we ain't runnin' out Fallin' like the rain, so we ain't runnin' out Oh, it's rainin' men, girl, what you worried 'bout? [Post-Chorus: Rihanna] Oh yeah, yeah Oh woah, woah Oh yeah, yeah Oh woah, woah Oh yeah, yeah Oh woah, woah Oh yeah, yeah, yeah Oh woah, woah, woah [Verse 3: Rihanna] I said ayy, outta my way, where my ladies? Ridin' big, living good, doin' big things Dancin' don't pay Player, keep the money, I can buy my own drink Up in the club (Ayy) See men coming, dime a dozen So it don't mean nothin' to me (Ayy) And I ain't even worried about you, homie 'Cause there’s plenty more fish in the sea (Okay) [Refrain: Rihanna] Eenie, meenie, minie, mo Catch a playa by the toe If you want to, let him go Ladies, don't worry 'cause they got plenty more [Chorus: Rihanna] Men be fallin' like the rain, so we ain't runnin' out Fallin' like the rain, so we ain't runnin' out Fallin' like the rain, so we ain't runnin' out Oh, it's rainin' men, girl, what you worried 'bout? [Post-Chorus: Rihanna] Oh yeah, yeah Oh woah, woah Oh yeah, yeah Oh woah, woah Oh yeah, yeah Oh woah, woah Oh yeah, yeah, yeah Oh woah, woah, woah Oh yeah, yeah Oh woah, woah Oh yeah, yeah Oh woah, woah Oh yeah, yeah Oh woah, woah Oh yeah, yeah, yeah Oh woah, woah, woah18

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Apologize

Timbaland

[Intro: Timbaland] Ayy, ayy, ayy Ayy, ayy, ayy [Verse 1: Ryan Tedder, Timbaland] I'm holding on your rope Got me ten feet off the ground And I'm hearing what you say But I just can't make a sound (Ayy, ayy, ayy) You tell me that you need me Then you go and cut me down, but wait You tell me that you're sorry Didn't think I'd turn around, and say that [Chorus: Ryan Tedder, Timbaland] It's too late to apologize It's too late (Ayy, ayy, ayy) I said it's too late to apologize It's too late (Ayy, ayy, ayy) Woah, oh-oh (Ayy, ayy, ayy) [Verse 2: Ryan Tedder] I'd take another chance Take a fall, take a shot for you, oh-woah I need you like a heart needs a beat But it's nothing new, yeah, yeah I loved you with a fire red Now it's turning blue, and you say Sorry like the angel Heaven let me think was you, but I'm afraid You might also like[Chorus: Ryan Tedder, Timbaland] It's too late to apologize It's too late (Ayy, ayy, ayy) I said it's too late to apologize It's too late (Ayy, ayy, ayy) [Bridge: Ryan Tedder, Timbaland] Woah-woah-oh (Ayy, ayy, ayy) (Ayy, ayy, ayy) [Chorus: Ryan Tedder, Timbaland] It's too late to apologize It's too late (Ayy, ayy, ayy) I said it's too late to apologize It's too late (Ayy, ayy, ayy) It's too late to apologize, yeah (Too late) (Ayy, ayy, ayy) I said it's too late to apologize, yeah [Outro: Ryan Tedder] I'm holding on your rope Got me ten feet off the ground44

Hip-HopRap

The Friends & Strangers

Wale

[Seinfeld Skit] [Verse 1: Wale] I keep my friends close, enemies on a leash like Me and my haters is literally Siamese I can define me but if I let my friends do it They'd tell you I'm some bipolar, hard drug user The J gets smaller, I'm loving my zone Though surrounded by an entourage, I feel like I'm alone A long way from normal, I try to keep it cordial I made some new friends, meet recorder and touring Shout out to my nigga, it's now for a nigga Know some niggas back home ain't proud of a nigga They don't see my vision, grown man mission They all see my life from a childish position I'm the mouth of the District, nobody work harder My heart is in the monuments, saliva's is in the harbor So tell me all my followers, am I wrong for barking? Am I wrong for thinking I was better off in college? At least I'd be stable, yeah, slightly less popular But wouldn't be the topic of my few friends talking A few niggas talk but they do without knowledge I do self evaluate, yeah, I know I've got some problems Can't change who I am, I just try to get better So in the mean time, keep it moving or accept that And you all will respect that See Wale LiveGet tickets as low as $128You might also like[Seinfeld Skit] [Verse 2: Wale] Yeah You always say you wasn't ready for no man But I wasn't having that, I gave you everything I had Now everything I had are the very things you have Tricking, king of the court, small forward, Cavs Where your whereabouts baby? I care about you lady And I bet you all them letters in your mailbox waiting And I ain't never plan to be famous So I'm a take that rubber off, I wouldn't mind having babies With a home girl, best friend, lover, all that Ex-boyfriend was wack, she had enough of all that Look me in my eyes, say if you take it I'm a give it And if I give it to you, don't you treat me like them bitches Please Wale, she used to call me 'Le One day she called me early, to tell me that she late Fuck you mean? See my hands start to shake I ain't looking in her eyes but her face Cause tears falling down make me ache We should just ignore it, you know we can't afford it She said I cannot believe that you say we should abort it I will not support it, what happened to you courting? And I ain't want no nigga from the jump, you ignored it You just had to force it, you had to keep going Now that little pre cum gone be having me swollen As we go forward, I came back from touring The DNA result, congrats ex-boyfriend [Maury Skit] [Hook: Tré of UCB] x2 Smiles and handshakes everywhere I go Girlfriends, groupies, then I'm all alone So confused, these strange relationships I think I've got some enemies disguised as friends9

Hip-Hop

Go Home With You

Kardinal Offishall

[Akon] Convict [Kardinal Offishall] Jay [Choir] And let the choir sing (chanting) [Kardinal Offishall] Still got a couple seconds left, you knowa mean (chanting) [Kardinal Offishall] See your ass on the dancefloor [Verse 1: Kardinal Offishall] Hey yo! They call me Kardie F (...) Ferrari Niggas scream...whenever they see me in the party Everything's official You ain't gotta ask You need a late pass Ya'll need sip punani Bottle to the head And I ain't sayin' much you could be one of the feds We stay connected, above the clouds We don't talk much but the movement speak loud, nigga Gotta respect that There's no choice I'm Mr. Agua, watchadata, get moist Girlfriend caught me kickin' with the crew She my late night friend, butchall You might also like[Hook: T-Pain] I wanna go home with you I wanna go home with you (Now hear the choir say) I wanna go home with you I wanna go home with you I wanna go home with you Kardinal Offishall: (chuckles) And we get back at 'em [Verse 2: Kardinal Offishall] They call me Kardie Mr. Gasoline World turn to (FIRE!) When they see me steppin' on the scene And we don't buy it unless we got it ten times This is real life, we ain't just sitting on the rhymes man Guaranteed if you're a poser you lose And we the future, let's hear it for the brand new fusion Anybody can get it, there is no exclusion 'Nuff questions, leading to the same conclusion Gangsters is Gangsters Nigga be you who be I'm a bad man, but they still not bad likawe I never chase 'em I let 'em choose At the end of the night they say [Hook: T-Pain] I wanna go home with you I wanna go home with you (Now hear the choir say) I wanna go home with you I wanna go home with you I wanna go home with you [Kardinal Offishall] And the world say (Choir chants) [Kardinal Offishall] And the world say (More chants) [Kardinal Offishall] And the whole wide world say And the world say Lemme talk for a second [Third Verse: Kardinal Offishall] Ey Yo They call me Kardie Mr. Evolution Now you can dance while you think about the revolution And while you vex having delusions of persecution I'mma stay flawless, an instrument of execution Out of many still grows one people Justice (...) still remain unequal And I'm a diamond in the dirt And there is no sequel Many try but they cannot replicate what we do Hear evil, speak that evil Speak good to the hood, there is no retrieval Think about while you sippin' on your (...) If my words could talk they'd say [Hook: T-Pain] I wanna go home with you I wanna go home with you (Now hear the choir say) I wanna go home with you I wanna go home with you I wanna go home with you Now hear the choir say (chanting) Now hear the choir say Kardinal Offishall: Black Jay

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Queen Bitch

Lil’ Kim

[Verse 1: Lil' Kim] If Peter Piper pecked 'em, I bet you Biggie bust 'em He probably tried to fuck him, I told him not to trust him Lyrically, I dust 'em off like Pledge Hit hard like sledge-hammers Bitch with that platinum grammar I am a diamond cluster hustler, queen bitch, supreme bitch Kill a nigga for my nigga by any means bitch, murder scene bitch Clean bitch, disease-free bitch, check it I write a rhyme, melt in your mouth like M&M's Roll with the M.A.F.I.A., remember them? Tell 'em when I used to mess with gentlemen, straight up apostles Now strictly niggas that jostle Kill a nigga for the figure, how you figure? Your cheddar would be better Beretta inside of Beretta, nobody do it better Bet I wet ya like hurricanes and typhoons Got buffoons eating my pussy while I watch cartoons Sleep 'til noon, rap Pam Grier's here Baby drinkers beware, mostly Dolce wear Frank kill niggas' wives for one point five While you struggle and strive, we pick which Benz to drive The M.A.F.I.A., you wanna be 'em Most of y'all niggas can't eat without per diem I'm rich, I'ma stay that bitch You might also like[Verse 2: Lil' Kim | The Notorious B.I.G.] Uhh, who you loving? Who you wanna be hugging? Roll with niggas that be thugging, bugging In the Tunnel & Esso's Sipping espresso, Cappuccino with Nino On a mission for the lucci creno I used to wear Moschino, but every bitch got it Now I rock colorful minks because my pockets stay knotted C-note after C-note, Frank Boat hold fifteen Plus the caterer, you think you greater, uh You niggas got some audacity You sold a million now you half of me Get off my dick, kick it bitch! Check my pitch (Uhh!), authentic persona And I'll still stick your Moms for her stocks and bonds I got that bomb ass cock, a good-ass shock With hardcore flows to keep a nigga dick rock Sipping Zinfandel, up in Chippendales Shopping Bloomingdale's for Prada bags Female Don Dada has no problems splitting cream with my team Shit's straight like 9:15, y'nahmean? Cruise the diamond district with my biscuit Flossing my Rolex wrist shit I'm rich, I'ma stay that bitch8

Rap

Marijuana

Kid Cudi

[Intro] Yeah, ooh, yeah Ooh, ooh, ooh [Chorus] Pretty green bud, all in my blunt Oh, I need it We can take off, yeah, ooh, marijuana, yeah Pretty green bud all in my blunt Oh, I need it We can take off, yeah, ooh, I know you wanna smoke [Verse] I-I-I be on it all day Like my nigga Big Boi said That's the only thing that keep me level Up in my crazy head Stoned on the run-run, no fun if not It's Scotty from the email read Man, I swear to keep it one hundred And if I ain't have it, then I'll be dead My soul's been fed tonight Everything that I choose, still can't forget Grey Goose Converse covered with mixer juice And all my niggas rolling up in the booth Who got me on another one? Someone please roll me another one They tell me all good things must end But those motherfuckers ain't have this friend I keep See Kid Cudi LiveGet tickets as low as $103You might also like[Chorus] Pretty green bud, all in my blunt Oh, I need it We can take off, yeah, ooh, marijuana, yeah Pretty green bud all in my blunt Oh, I need it We can take off, yeah, ooh, I know you wanna smoke [Bridge 1] La-la-la, yeah La-la-la, yeah La-la-la, yeah, marijuana La-la-la, yeah La-la-la, yeah La-la-la, yeah Oh, I know you wanna smoke [Guitar Solo] [Chorus] Pretty green bud, all in my blunt Oh, I need it We can take off, yeah, ooh, marijuana, yeah Pretty green bud all in my blunt Oh, I need it We can take off, yeah, ooh, I know you wanna smoke [Bridge 2] Always had my back, hey (La-la-la, yeah) Always had my back, hey (La-la-la, yeah) Always had my back, hey, marijuana (La-la-la, yeah, marijuana) Always had my back, yeah (La-la-la, yeah) Always had my back, hey (La-la-la, yeah) Always had my back, hey, marijuana (La-la-la, yeah) I know you wanna smoke [Outro] Hmm, oh, oh, oh Never left me lonely It's gon' be okay Trust me, it's gon' be okay Oh, oh, oh, oh And... 4:2080

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I’m So Paid

Akon

[Intro: Akon, Young Jeezy & Lil Wayne] Rubbin’ on that Italian leather Them Konvict jeans on You ready? Yeah Yeah Geah! (Konvict) [Chorus: Akon & Young Jeezy] I get it in 'til the sunrise (Ayy) Doin’ 90 in a 65 (Ayy) Windows rolled down, screamin’ out Ay, ay, ay, I'm so paid Number one hustler gettin’ money (Ayy) Why you wanna count my money? (Ayy) I'm a hustler, don't need none of y'all, you see I'm so paid [Verse 1: Akon] I see police on that crooked-I Doin’ a hundred on Interstate 95 My shawty leanin’, blasting that Do or Die Wishing that a muddasucka would, ‘cause we certified Got a system that'll beat and knock your wall off Got a pump under my seat, the sawed-off Got a bunch of goons, hope they never call off And them snipers sitting on the roof already saw y'all It ain't too much to put a strain on me That's the reason why I had to put the blame on me Rather have them dollar bills rain on me Than let them haters come and make a name off me That's why... See Akon LiveGet tickets as low as $345You might also like[Chorus: Akon & Young Jeezy] I get it in 'til the sunrise (Ayy) Doin’ 90 in a 65 (Ayy) Windows rolled down, screamin’ out Ay, ay, ay, I'm so paid Number one hustler gettin’ money (Ayy) (Yo, Bu—I told you I had you, homeboy) Why you wanna count my money? (Ayy, yeah) I'm a hustler, don't need none of y'all, you see (Yo, 'Kon, I got you) I'm so paid [Verse 2: Young Jeezy] She said, "Young, why your voice so hoarse?" I just sound like money, baby, I should've been a Porsche (Vroom) Paint look like a sugar-free Red Bull (Woo) I'm so paid, you know I keep a pocket full (Haha) And that's before the taxes Took my whole gross net and hid it under my mattress (Damn) I used to get bored and count twenties for practice (What?) Paper therapy, we let that money relax us (Yeah) Gold chains 'round my neck just like Michael Phelps I made a killing in the water (Oh), kill them with the water (Oh) Against all odds, and I will not stop (Will not stop) They try and keep me on bottom, but I prefer the top (Yeahhh) And my project chick, I moved her next to Joc She said the house was too small, I moved an extra block (Haha) So, baby, get your ass up, I need an extra block (Ayy) I told her, "Do the speed limit and no extra stops" And that's why... (That's why) [Chorus: Akon & Young Jeezy] I get it in 'til the sunrise (Yeah! Ayy) Doin’ 90 in a 65 (Yeah! Ayy) Windows rolled down, screamin’ out (Ayy, ayy, ayy) Ay, ay, ay, I'm so paid (Yeah) Number one hustler gettin’ money (What's up? What's up?) Why you wanna count my money? (Ayy) (Why you wanna count my money?) I'm a hustler, don't need none of y'all, you see (You can't count it!) I'm so paid [Bridge: Akon] I’m the boss, it only takes one call For a driver to hit you up and drop you off, that's all (Guess what?) I won't be taking that fall Homie, I got cake, that's what I'm paying them for Haha, ain't that funny? ‘Cause niggas, they want war but ain't got money ‘Cause I've seen them all talking until they start gunning Quicker than Usain Bolt, the fastest thing running Yeah, Akon, Weezy (Jeezy!) Black Royals holdin' down Jersey (Jersey) Devine making sure we getting it up front My little brother Bu got that vision, baby [Chorus: Akon, Young Jeezy & Lil Wayne] I get it in 'til the sunrise (Ayy) Doin’ 90 in a 65 (Ayy) Windows rolled down, screamin’ out Ay, ay, ay, I'm so paid (Yeah) Number one hustler gettin’ money (Ayy) Why you wanna count my money? (Ayy) I'm a hustler, don't need none of y'all, you see I'm so paid (Sheesh!) [Verse 4: Lil Wayne] Ah-em, Big Money Weezy White wife-beater with the Sig underneath it How do I feel? Bitch, I feel undefeated Snap my fingers, disappear from the precinct, yeah I'm ballin', we ball out Ball 'til we fall until the ball bounce I send some niggas with guns to y'all house Only to find out you live in a dollhouse, damn! But I thought you was tough, though We carry choppers on our necks; call it "cutthroat" We bury cowards on the set that they come from We know magic, turn weed smoke to gun smoke We! Bomb first when we ride You! In a hearse when you ride (Ayy, ayy) I put my shoe down, baby And I'm holding down Young Mula, baby That's why... [Chorus: Akon & Young Jeezy] I get it in 'til the sunrise (Ayy) Doin’ 90 in a 65 (Ayy) Windows rolled down, screamin’ out Ay, ay, ay, I'm so paid Number one hustler gettin’ money (Ayy) Why you wanna count my money? (Ayy) I'm a hustler, don't need none of y'all, you see I'm so paid4

Hip-HopRap

National Anthem (Fuck the World)

Freddie Gibbs

[Verse 1] Back when I was younger Very ambitious but often blinded by my hunger Some say I dream too big And my dream gon' take me under Beneath the streets of Gary Would I make it out, I wonder Could my obituary be the next they read amongst the Niggas I came up with and fell victim to this dope game Poverty stricken so our economy is cocaine Ecstacy, heroin, marijuana ain't no hope man Absentee fathers and dope fiend mamas Got my hood turned out to the point that a nigga wanna go and get paid Fuck sittin' on the bench I'mma go on To the next lick til I'm goin' in my grave Then I figured after that I could make a livin' Off makin' words rhyme it was all in my mind Everybody in the G went to Finger Roll studio Nobody had a flow quite like mine But along with the fame came a whole lot of Hate from the hood, everyday I would fight Mama can't sleep cause I'm way to deep in the streets She would pray through the night Every rhyme that I spit's real shit Cause its just another day in my life Niggas better keep a vest test to my testicles They be vegetables, they gonna respect the flow 'til I'm gone You might also like[Hook] One for the money Two for the motherfuckin' haters keep my name in the game (I'm screamin' fuck the world) I keep three bad bitches for all my niggas Wave your fingers if you're feeling the same (I'm screamin' fuck the world) One for the money Two for the motherfuckin' haters keep my name in the game (I'm screamin' fuck the world) I keep three bad bitches for all my niggas Wave your fingers if you're feeling the same (I'm screamin' fuck the world) [Verse 2] Player haters fuck'em, record label fuck'em Radio fuck'em, all my shit still be bumpin' Never change my style up for any of them, I'm strictly thuggin' Lotta niggas made a name off banging and hustling but really wasn't I built my name with no features or some expensive budget Go for mine cause a co-sign can't coincide with the shit I'm bustin You see more clear when your pockets start to see that reduction See how true your crew is, never new they was frontin' And I bet a nigga told you, that whatever You go through, we got your back 'til the end When I came upon a deal, niggas that I never knew I could blew, wanna come be my friends Then the boy got dropped and the friendship stopped In a flash I was back on my own Put a strap on my lap and the stash in the back Cause the fact I was wrappin them stones Got back to the rap cause its all that I got in the mid west streets be my voice I dont think another dude could do what I do So it seem like I ain't got no choice Then the hoes gon' choose the dudes that come through Get them groovin and get that shit moist Niggas knowin, I be runnin them hoes, and never lovin them hoes You be up under them hoes, I hit up buncha them hoes and im gone [Hook] One for the money Two for the motherfuckin' haters keep my name in the game (I'm screamin' fuck the world) I keep three bad bitches for all my niggas Wave your fingers if you're feeling the same (I'm screamin' fuck the world) One for the money Two for the motherfuckin' haters keep my name in the game (I'm screamin' fuck the world) I keep three bad bitches for all my niggas Wave your fingers if you're feeling the same (I'm screamin' fuck the world) [Bridge] I'm GI thuggin', I'm Chi town thuggin' I'm Detroit thuggin', one time fuck'em I'm NY thuggin', I'm Illadelph thuggin' I'm DC thuggin', one time fuckin' I'm Inglewood thuggin', I'm South Central thuggin' I'm O-town thuggin', one time fuck'em I'm ATL thuggin', I'm Memphis Tenn' thuggin' I'm H-town thuggin', one time fuck'em [Hook] One for the money Two for the motherfuckin' haters keep my name in the game (I'm screamin' fuck the world) I keep three bad bitches for all my niggas Wave your fingers if you're feeling the same (I'm screamin' fuck the world) One for the money Two for the motherfuckin' haters keep my name in the game (I'm screamin' fuck the world) I keep three bad bitches for all my niggas Wave your fingers if you're feeling the same (I'm screamin' fuck the world)6

Hip-Hop

Like a Boss

The Lonely Island

[Intro: Seth Rogen & Andy Samberg] Mr. Samberg, thanks for coming to your performance review No problem So you're in charge around here, is that fair to say? Absolutely. I'm the boss Okay. So take us through a day in the life of "the boss" Well the first thing I do is... [Verse: Andy Samberg] Talk to corporate (Like a boss) Approve memos (Like a boss) Lead a workshop (Like a boss) Remember birthdays (Like a boss) Direct workflow (Like a boss) My own bathroom (Like a boss) Micromanage (Like a boss) Promote synergy (Like a boss) Hit on Debra (Like a boss) Get rejected (Like a boss) Swallow sadness (Like a boss) Send some faxes (Like a boss) Call a sex line (Like a boss) Cry deeply (Like a boss) Demand a refund (Like a boss) Eat a bagel (Like a boss) Harassment lawsuit (Like a boss) No promotion (Like a boss) Fifth of vodka (Like a boss) Shit on Debra's desk (Like a boss) Buy a gun (Like a boss) In my mouth (Like a boss) Oh fuck, man, I can't fucking do it, shit! Pussy out (Like a boss) Puke on Debra's desk (Like a boss) Jump out the window (Like a boss) Suck a dude's dick (Like a boss) Score some coke (Like a boss) Crash my car (Like a boss) Suck my own dick (Like a boss) Eat some chicken strips (Like a boss) Chop my balls off (Like a boss) Blackout in the sewer (Like a boss) Meet a giant fish (Like a boss) Fuck its brains out (Like a boss) Turn into a jet (Like a boss) Bomb the Russians (Like a boss) Crash into the sun (Like a boss) Now I'm dead (Like a boss) You might also like[Outro: Seth Rogen & Andy Samberg] Uh-huh. So, that's an average day for you then? No doubt You chop your balls off and die? Hell yeah And I think at one point there you said something about sucking your own dick? Nope Actually, I'm pretty sure you did Nah, that ain't me Okay, well. This has been eye-opening for me I'm the boss Yeah no, I got that, you said it about 400 times I'm the boss Yeah yeah, I got it I'm the boss Okay, great. I heard you. Bye Like a boss!8

Comedy

Shut It Down

Drake

[Part I] [Intro: Drake] Hey, oh-oh These girls ain't got nothing on you [Verse 1: Drake] Uh, say baby, I had to mention That if you were a star, you'd be the one I'm searching for Other girls they, they got attention But I just always feel like they're in need of something you got It's obvious you're pretty Heard that you're a student working weekends in the city Tryna take you out girl, hope you're not too busy And if there's nothing wrong, got this little song For you to get ready to, put those fucking heels on and work it girl Let that mirror show you what you're doing Put that fucking dress on and work it kind of vicious Like somebody's taking pictures [Chorus: Drake] Shut it down (Aye) down (Aye) down (Aye) You would shut it down (Aye) down (Aye) down (Aye) You'd be the baddest girl around (Aye) 'round (Aye) 'round (Aye) And they'd notice, they'd notice You would shut it down (Aye) down (Aye) down (Aye) You would shut it down (Aye) down (Aye) down (Aye) You'd be the baddest girl around (Aye) 'round (Aye) 'round (Aye) And they'd notice, they'd notice You would shut it— See Drake LiveGet tickets as low as $50You might also like[Interlude: Drake | The-Dream] Hey, oh-oh These girls ain't got nothing on you They ain't got nothing on you They ain't got nothing on you, Ki-Killa, Killa [Verse 2: The-Dream] Uh, girl you the greatest And if he say you ain't, girl he's out his mind You the finest (Oh-whoa) And if he say you ain't, that boy done lost his mind Hey baby, every time you come around Shutting it down like computers Hey lady, step into my heart And let me put you in them Louboutins What you want, what you need (Yeah) I can be (Yeah) your everything Them other niggas just wanna hit it But if they had it, wouldn't know what to do with it [Chorus: Drake & The-Dream, Drake | The-Dream] And together, we shut it down (Aye) down (Aye) down (Aye) They know we'd shut it down You would shut it down (Aye) down (Aye) down (Aye) You'd be the baddest girl around (Aye) round (Aye) round (Aye) And they'd notice (They'd know) they'd notice (They'd know) You would shut it down (Aye) down (Aye) down (Aye) They know we'd shut it down You would shut it down (Aye) down (Aye) down (Aye) Every time we come around (Aye) round (Aye) round (Aye) (And they're on it) And they'd notice (They'd know) they'd notice They'd know you shut it down [Bridge: The-Dream] TMZ, Concrete Loop You shut that motherfucker down, down Ice cream conversations, they all want the scoop You shut that motherfucker down, down [Verse 3: Drake | The-Dream] Shooting stars all around her, fire, comets (Yes indeed) I could bring her through and shut 'em down, Onyx No, you're not imagining, they're looking at you long stares Even though she's standing out she look like she belongs here You feel the hours pass, until ya find somethin' I feel like when she moves, the time doesn't Yeah, baby you finer than your fine cousin, and your cousin fine But she ain't got my heart beating double time You just shut it down girl, who told the cops where the party was? Why do I feel like I found the one? What's in these shots that you ordered us? Damn, I mean you sure know how to paint a town Ever since you came around, it's obvious— [Chorus: The-Dream | Drake] You shut that thing down, you shut it down Down (Aye) down (Aye) down (Aye) You shut it down, you shut it down Down (Aye) down (Aye) down (Aye) You shut it down, you shut it down You'd be the baddest girl around (Aye) 'round (Aye) 'round (Aye) You shut it, oh, oh And they'd notice, they'd notice [Bridge: The-Dream] You looking good girl, go, go, go get 'em girl Go, go, go hit 'em girl, go, go, go, go, go, go You looking good girl, go, go, go get 'em girl Go, go, go hit 'em girl, go, go, go, go, go, go You shut it down You shut it down, down, down, down, down... [Part II] [Verse 4: Drake] The way I’m feeling, things I say All just happen, when you pass my way, oh What can I do, to make you stay? I know it’s getting late, but girl, I don’t want you to leave You tell me you’re just not the type, you wanna do this right And I’m not tryna say I don’t believe you But I refuse to feel ashamed, and if you feel the same Does waiting really make us better people? Take those fucking heels off, it’s worth it, girl Nothing is what I can picture you in So take that fucking dress off, I swear you won’t forget me You’ll be happy that you let me [Outro: Drake] Lay you down, down, down I’m tryna lay you down, down, down You still the baddest girl around, 'round, 'round They'd notice, they'd notice Let me lay you down, down, down Tryna lay you down, down, down You still the baddest girl around, 'round, 'round And they'd notice, they'd notice You would shut it48

Hip-HopRap

Now I Lay

Joe Budden

[Intro] I'd like to welcome everybody To the Padded Room [Verse 1] "Pump it up, you came to get it crunk A dame and shit and drunk, you came to get it on" That's when it all got started (I mean) Back then, I wasn't so cold-hearted (Come on) With every stanza came an extravaganza For every question, he got one less answer I was tryin' to be more than cool Nah, it was before that, maybe boarding school That was back when I would want to endanger myself Maybe it was just to entertain myself I don't need help, I could change myself Fuck y'all, I ain't gotta explain myself Death's around the corner, I could hear his footsteps Does he think that I'm the only nigga in the hood left? So tell any listener of mine For twenty-eight years been a prisoner of the mind [Refrain] Now I lay me down to sleep, and I I pray the Lord my soul to keep, if I If I should die before I wake, then I I pray the Lord my soul to take, I mean Now I lay me down to sleep, and I I pray the Lord my soul to keep, if I If I should die before I wake, then I I pray the Lord my soul to take, I mean You might also like[Verse 2] Welcome everybody into the brain of a self-proclaimed sinner Even when he can't win, that nigga won't surrender Boones Farm put the wheels in motion I felt every emotion except devotion Message in a bottle in the bottom of the ocean But I can't swim, dammit, I can't win So I don't care how you rate me It'd take a long time to evaluate me So if this be the last time you hear me Just know I got a loved one near me Please don't cry, let an eye get teary A nigga good, finally I'm somewhere carefree Past is frightening, but the future's scary And I'm gettin' to the point that I fear me In a class all alone, don't compare me But I'll blame God, this is where he steered me [Refrain] Now I lay me down to sleep, and I I pray the Lord my soul to keep, if I If I should die before I wake, then I I pray the Lord my soul to take, I mean Now I lay me down to sleep, and I I pray the Lord my soul to keep, if I If I should die before I wake, then I I pray the Lord my soul to take, I mean [Verse 3] They tell me that eyes is the window to a man's soul So what you happen to see a nigga can't control And I turned a def ear To anything an anybody that'll get my head clear Why shake the dice if you never gon roll em I told em, that the straitjacket can't hold em I ain't psycho, don't belittle me now It's just a title cause they couldn't figure me out If you give a damn when shit hits the fan Please know anything I ever did a nigga planned Tryin' to better, high as ever Since I learned how to lie to a lie detector, still I'm damaged They say if you stay in that boat long enough, you'll see where the land is So I'm right where I need to be Please believe it believe it, please, let's get on our knees [Refrain] Now I lay me down to sleep, and I I pray the Lord my soul to keep, if I If I should die before I wake, then I I pray the Lord my soul to take, I mean Now I lay me down to sleep, and I I pray the Lord my soul to keep, if I If I should die before I wake, then I I pray the Lord my soul to take, I mean1

Alternative

Hey Baby (Drop It to the Floor)

Pitbull

[Intro: Pitbull & T-Pain] Mr. Worldwide, T-Pain El que no vale consejo, no llega viejo So listen up Let her go, la-la-la-la Baby girl wanna play, let her go (Ah-ha) Said let her go, la-la-la-la Baby girl wanna play, let her go (Ah-ha) Said let her go, la-la-la-la (Ah-ha) Baby girl wanna play, let her go (Ah-ha) Said let her go, la-la-la-la Baby girl, wanna play, let her go Dále, Pain [Pre-Chorus: T-Pain] Hey, baby girl, what you doin' tonight? I wanna see what you got in store (Hey, hey baby) You're giving it your all when you're dancin' on me I wanna see if you can gimme some more (Hey, hey baby) You can be my girl, I can be your man And we can pump this jam however you want (Hey, hey baby) Pump it from the side, pump it upside down Or we can pump it from the back and the front (Hey, hey baby) [Chorus: Pitbull & T-Pain] Ooh, baby, baby la-la-la-la-la-la-la (Ah-ha) Ooh, baby, baby la-la-la-la-la-la-la (Ah-ha) Ooh, baby, baby la-la-la-la-la-la-la (Ah-ha) Ooh, baby, baby la-la-la-la-la-la-la (Hey, hey, baby) See Pitbull LiveGet tickets as low as $50You might also like[Post-Chorus: T-Pain & Pitbull] Ooh, drop it to the floor Make me wanna say hey, baby (You can have whatever you want) Yeah, you can shake some more Make me wanna say hey baby (You can have whatever you like) Ooh, you got it, 'cause you make me wanna say hey baby (You know what I want) Ooh, don't stop it, 'cause you make me wanna say (I want you tonight) [Verse 1: Pitbull] I’m a Dade county, self paid, self-made millionaire I used to play around the world Now I’m around the world, getting paid Girl problems, no problems Don't hate the game that won't solve it I want to get with you, mami Now let me see where the Lord split you (Dale) [Pre-Chorus: T-Pain] Hey, baby girl, what you doin' tonight? I wanna see what you got in store (Hey, hey baby) You're giving it your all when you're dancin' on me I wanna see if you can gimme some more (Hey, hey baby) You can be my girl, I can be your man And we can pump this jam however you want (Hey, hey baby) Pump it from the side, pump it upside down Or we can pump it from the back and the front (hey, hey baby) [Chorus: Pitbull & T-Pain] Ooh, baby, baby la-la-la-la-la-la-la (Ah-ha) Ooh, baby, baby la-la-la-la-la-la-la (Ah-ha) Ooh, baby, baby la-la-la-la-la-la-la (Ah-ha) Ooh, baby, baby la-la-la-la-la-la-la (Hey, hey, baby) [Post-Chorus: T-Pain & Pitbull] Ooh, drop it to the floor Make me wanna say hey, baby (You can have whatever you want) Yeah, you can shake some more Make me wanna say hey baby (You can have whatever you like) Ooh, you got it, 'cause you make me wanna say hey baby (You know what I want) Ooh, don't stop it, 'cause you make me wanna say (I want you tonight) [Verse 2: Pitbull] Make money, make money This chica right here gotta eat, baby Scared money don’t make money That’s how it goes in the street, baby But enough with the the nonsense Baby girl, take a shot to clear your conscience Not a goon or a God, I’m a monster 'Cause I hit all baddest woman in the world, gangsta [Chorus: Pitbull & T-Pain] Ooh, baby, baby (La-la-la-la-la-la-la) Ooh, baby, baby (La-la-la-la-la-la-la) Ooh, baby, baby (La-la-la-la-la-la-la) Ooh, baby, baby (La-la-la-la-la-la-la) (Hey, hey baby) [Breakdown: T-Pain] Ooh, drop it to the floor Make me wanna say hey baby (Hey, hey baby) Yeah, you can shake some more Make me wanna say hey baby (Hey, hey baby) Ooh, you got it 'cause you make me wanna say hey baby (hey, hey baby) Ooh, don't stop it, 'cause you make me wanna say [Chorus: Pitbull & T-Pain] Ooh, baby, baby (La-la-la-la-la-la) (Ah-ha) Ooh, baby, baby (La-la-la-la-la-la) (Ah-ha) Ooh, baby, baby (La-la-la-la-la-la) (Ah-ha) Ooh, baby, baby (La-la-la-la-la-la) (Hey, hey baby) [Post-Chorus: T-Pain & Pitbull] Ooh, drop it to the floor Make me wanna say hey, baby (You can have whatever you want) Yeah, you can shake some more Make me wanna say hey baby (You can have whatever you like) Ooh, you got it, 'cause you make me wanna say hey baby (You know what I want) Ooh, don't stop it, 'cause you make me wanna say (I want you tonight)3

PopRock

Jump Around

House of Pain

[Produced by DJ Muggs] [Verse 1: Everlast] Pack it up, pack it in, let me begin I came to win, battle me, that's a sin I won't ever slack up, punk, ya better back up Try and play the role and yo, the whole crew'll act up Get up, stand up, (C'mon!) c'mon, throw your hands up If ya got the feelin', jump up towards the ceilin' Muggs let the funk flow, someone's talkin' junk Yo, I bust him in the eye and then I'll take the punk's ho Feelin', funkin', amps in the trunk, and I got more rhymes than there's cops at a Dunkin' Donuts shop, sho' nuff, I got props From the kids on the Hill plus my mom and my pops [Pre-Chorus: Everlast] I came to get down, I came to get down So get out your seat and jump around [Chorus: Everlast] Jump around (Jump around) Jump around (Jump around) Jump around (Jump around) Jump up, jump up, and get down You might also like[Post-Chorus: All] Jump! Jump! Jump! Jump! (Everybody jump) Jump! Jump! Jump! Jump! Jump! Jump! Jump! Jump! (Everybody jump) Jump! Jump! Jump! Jump! Jump! [Verse 2: Everlast] I'll serve your ass like John McEnroe If your girl steps up, I'm smackin' the ho *Smack* Word to your moms, I came to drop bombs I got more rhymes than the Bible's got Psalms And just like the Prodigal Son, I've returned Anyone steppin' to me, you'll get burned , but you ain't got none If ya come to battle, bring a shotgun (Shotgun) But if you do you're a fool, 'cause I duel to the death Tryin' to step to me, you'll take your last breath I got the skill, come get your fill 'Cause when I shoot the gift, I shoot to kill [Pre-Chorus: Everlast] I came to get down, I came to get down So get out your seat and jump around [Chorus: Everlast] Jump around (Jump around) Jump around (Jump around) Jump around (Jump around) Jump up, jump up, and get down [Post-Chorus: All] Jump! Jump! Jump! Jump! (Everybody jump) Jump! Jump! Jump! Jump! Jump! Jump! Jump! Jump! (Everybody jump) Jump! Jump! Jump! Jump! Jump! [Bridge] (Steady on the right Steady on the right Steady on the left Steady on the right Steady on the right Steady on the left) [Verse 3: Everlast] I'm the cream of the crop, I rise to the top I never eat a pig 'cause a pig is a cop Or better yet a Terminator, like Arnold Schwarzenegger Tryin' to play me out like as if my name was Sega But I ain't goin' out like no punk bitch Get used to one style and yo, and I might switch It up, up and around, then buck, buck ya down Put out ya head and then ya wake up in the Dawn of the Dead I'm comin' to get ya, I'm comin' to get ya , homie, I'll wet ya [Pre-Chorus: Everlast] I came to get down, I came to get down So get out your seat and jump around [Chorus: Everlast] Jump around (Jump around) Jump around (Jump around) Jump around (Jump around) Jump up, jump up, and get down [Post-Chorus: All] Jump! Jump! Jump! Jump! (Everybody jump) Jump! Jump! Jump! Jump! Jump! Jump! Jump! Jump! (Everybody jump) Jump! Jump! Jump! Jump! Jump! Jump! Jump! Jump! Jump! (Everybody jump) Jump! Jump! Jump! Jump! Jump! Jump! Jump! Jump! (Everybody jump) Jump! Jump! Jump! Jump! [Outro: Everlast] Yo, this is dedicated to Joe "The Biter" Nicolo Grab the bozack, punk (Steady on the right Steady on the right Steady on the right)38

Hip-HopRap

Personal Jesus

Depeche Mode

[Refrain] Reach out and touch faith [Chorus] Your own personal Jesus Someone to hear your prayers Someone who cares Your own personal Jesus Someone to hear your prayers Someone who's there [Verse 1] Feeling unknown and you're all alone Flesh and bone by the telephone Lift up the receiver, I'll make you a believer Take second best, put me to the test Things on your chest you need to confess I will deliver, you know I'm a forgiver [Refrain] Reach out and touch faith Reach out and touch faith [Chorus] Your own personal Jesus Someone to hear your prayers Someone who cares Your own personal Jesus Someone to hear your prayers Someone who's there See Depeche Mode LiveGet tickets as low as $18You might also like[Interlude] [Verse 2] Feeling unknown and you're all alone Flesh and bone by the telephone Lift up the receiver, I'll make you a believer I will deliver, you know I'm a forgiver [Refrain] Reach out and touch faith Your own personal Jesus Reach out and touch faith Reach out and touch faith Reach out and touch faith [Interlude] [Refrain] Reach out and touch faith Reach out and touch faith (Reach out, reach out) Reach out and touch faith21

Alternative

Soon I’ll Be Loving You Again

Marvin Gaye

[Verse 1] Dreamed of you this morning Then came the dawn and I thought that you were here with me If you could only see how much I love you You'd want to trust me [Pre-Chorus] (I was really lovin' you, baby) Oh, in my dream (I was really lovin' you, baby) I was loving you (I was really lovin' you, baby) Every place (Really, really lovin' you, baby) That you wanted me to [Chorus] (I'd like to do it now) Since I believe in dreams and fantasies (I've got to give you everything) I'd like to make love to you right there baby Ooh, I've got this real strong need to love you everywhere I won't stop until I find your passions flowing like wine Baby, baby, please let me do it to you [Verse 2] (Oh no, I never gave up no head, baby) I never, gave head before (Always) But there's always the first time, you know So I made up my mind (Come on baby, first time) (Come on baby) Soon I'll be loving you (Come on baby) That's all I'm interested in (Come on baby, come on baby, come on baby) I've made up my mind (Come on baby) Soon I'll be loving you (Oh, come on baby) Girl, I know what I'm gonna do (Come on baby, come on baby) You might also like[Pre-Chorus] I can't wait to touch you, to give you that feeling Eat you up my dear, so that your mood will be revealing, baby And soon as I know I've got you willing, baby [Chorus] I'm going to give you some head, baby (Giving up my life, keeping up the faith) (Gonna give you some head!) I'm gone knock you right up, woman (That's what I'll do because I'm hung up on you) I'm going to give you some head, sugar (Giving up my life, keeping up the faith) (Gonna give you some head!) I know what to do (That's what I'll do because I'm hung up on you) I want to give you some head (Giving up my life, keeping up the faith) (Gonna give you some head!) Ah, you big fine woman (That's what I'll do because I'm hung up on you) Woo, I love to give it, baby (Giving up my life, keeping up the faith) (Gonna give you some head!) 'Cause I know just what to do with it (That's what I'll do because I'm hung up on you) Ah I'm going to give the ultimate love, baby, the ultimate love, baby (Giving up my life, keeping up the faith) (Gonna give you some head!) Don't you know I can handle you? (That's what I'll do because I'm hung up on you) Soon, soon, soon, soon (Giving up my life, keeping up the faith) (Gonna give you some head!) I'll be loving you oh Janis (That's what I'll do because I'm hung up on you) Ow! Ooh (Giving up my life, keeping up the faith) (Gonna give you some head!) You're so fine, ooh (That's what I'll do because I'm hung up on you) Oh, now, now, now, now, baby, ow! (Giving up my life, keeping up the faith) (Gonna give you some head!) I love you, baby, I love you (That's what I'll do because I'm hung up on you)2

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Reservoir Dogs

JAY-Z

[Intro: Sheek Louch] Fuck -- shit is real right here Roc-A-Fella, LOX, taking the streets over motherfuckers Don't get it twisted [Verse 1: Sheek Louch] Yo, ayo, ayo, ayo Yo shut the fuck up 'fore I blast and Banned From TV your ass With no mask, look at the camera like what? Yeah I did it, like them sick white boys the court committed To the death of me, I spaz like I'm on Ecstasy Drop 100 bars for real like I'm looking for a deal If I ain't hungry, who the fuck is, I'm worse than them African kids I ain't straight 'til my numbers match the Motorola bids And walk the streets up in NY like I don't fucking care If I ain't strapped that means I took 'em off my Nike Airs Get off mine, y'all talk shit like little children But wanna ride mine like bitches when I walk up in the building 'Cause I catch tans in the winter, with wild whores Jet-skiing, while you keep warm at corner stores I make it hot, flooding your block, the best way Professionally, they'll find poison in your X-Ray As I get roasted looking at Biggie posted on my wall Taking shots of Louie 'til I fall Nutting to lose, just load the clip up in the groove And kick rhymes to the poster, 'til I swear Big moved My team, you would think was on Thorazine How we floss and don't give a fuck what it's cost-ing You might also like[Verse 2: Beanie Sigel] Yo, yo, pressure bust pipes, it's time to apply it now Pick out a quiet town and tie it down Make niggas lock it down, y'all know where to buy it now Beanie Mack, I supply it now My squad roll deep, in foreign cars with two seats Couple of 5's, a 6, a few Jeeps Bag enough coke to last a few weeks In case niggas wanna test, vest and a few heats You really wanna test my name? And test my game? Until you have me, test my aim? Y'all niggas nuts, like testicles Hit you up in your apartment building vestibule Perhaps it's best for you, to keep on walking Heat from the Larkin, keep on sparking Platinum prezzie, Bezzie, stay sparkling Cop off the lot never see me at the auction Pint of Bacardi darken, when it's hawking Out on the strip, until I reach the margin Not trying to meet the Sergeant, at the precinct Eating cheese sandwiches, down for the weekend Locked up with dirty white boys and Ricans [Verse 3: Jadakiss] Now if I kill you I probably do ten in the box Come down on appeal then I'm killing your pops You feeling The LOX, nigga, why you grilling The LOX? If this rap shit don't work niggas still in the spot You bring it to me, I gotta lose your family Gangstas don't die, they get chubby, and move to Miami Shit is deep now dog but it gets deeper Fuck it, the weather's nice and the price is much cheaper I put it on tape, you gon' buy it, I put it in a bag You gon' try it, y'all niggas can't deny it Lot of cats still trying to study my last bounce Tell you what, get a beat tape and a half ounce They got me where I can't be without my large gat Teflon long sleeve, and my hardhat Don't matter if I'm opening up, or headline Doing the speed limit or pushing red lines Six months in the county or fed time I'ma be the 'Kiss nigga, until it's bedtime Anything I'm on is a classic Any nigga ever had beef with, son is a bastard Anytime I spit, spit acid, L-O-X Ruff Ryder you heard? We got the game mastered [Interlude: Pain In Da Ass] I told you the pain was coming You wouldn't listen You tried to play me like a joke? Now who got the last laugh? Now take these bullets with you to hell [Verse 4: Sauce Money] You motherfuckers is sick, don't think Sauce the shit So many niggas on my nuts I thought I lost my dick Picture me falling off, I'm camera shy Hammers fly, might miss you, but your man'll die What's the difference? Either way I'm sonning your crew I fuck to win, y'all niggas coming to lose Something to prove? Spit it, we can have a spray off I lay off wack niggas and kill 'em on my day off Ain't nutting for me to bust a trey off Murder the whole month of April nigga, just to take May off Run with more Germans than Adolf, you light crews Now I concentrate on your camp, like Jews Flow hot like a heatwave, bitch Whips fatter than them shits they beat slaves with I'm a mil stacking nigga who pull quick, still packing For you Phil Jackson niggas on that Bull shit [Verse 5: Styles P & (Jay-Z)] I don't give a FUCK who you are, so FUCK who you are I don't care about a pretty bitch, watch or a car I don't care about your block and whoever you shot I don't care about your album and whenever it drop I don't care about your past if I did I woulda asked I'm too busy lighting 'dro with a whole lotta hash Far as this rap shit, I'm ten steps ahead of niggas Shooting backwards, just for practice Ride or die nigga, hopping in your casket 'Bout to go to hell with you, blow the L with you Tell the whole world I'm spitting, let 'em know the shells hit you I tell niggas quick, suck dick and get a Glock My name ring bells like Sunday at twelve o'clock I'm half past seven, bust six then eleven You know me, slide my man my joint say reload me I Ruff Ryde and pop a fella for Roc-A-Fella Screaming (what the fuck), spending mozzarella [Verse 6: Jay-Z] I know pop you can't stand us 'cause we cock them hammers Run in your crib, no prisoners, pop your grandma Locked in the slammer? Nope, popped up in Atlanta Crossed up in a drop, I popped up the antenna Whoa.. watch your manners when my veins pop like Scanners Like raindrops you hear the thunder when I cock the cannon Big thang, big chains, ain't shit changed Get brain in the four dot six Range Shit mayne, switch lanes Every town I hit, switch planes, bitch, flip big 'caine Flow with no cut, you take it in vein to the brain Muh'fuckas is nodding and throwing up, you know that You don't wanna owe that man He'll hit you, get the picture? Kodak, man Gotta, love for war, I don't floss no more I just sit on my money 'til I'm above the law How the fuck you gon' stop us with your measly asses? We don't stop at the tolls, we got E-ZPasses, nigga Multiple cars and divas with D-Classes Iceberg sweats with I.B. on the elastic Shit, beatch! What the fuck, ya heard me? Hahahaha Put some more beat on that joint3

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The Spins

Mac Miller

[Intro: Mac Miller] Dope shit like that, Jerm Oh, hi Welcome back to K.I.D.S., um Follow your dreams Yeah [Verse 1: Mac Miller] Wanna get a mansion, a jacuzzi A theater to watch my movies Couple whips and lots of fancy things The kids they call the Goonies I see the future, crystal ball Mirror mirror hangin' on the wall Who the flyest white boy of them all? Got your girlfriend screenin' all the calls She bubblin', we fuckin', then you cuddlin' Like, baby, where the fuck you been? Don't wanna tell you she in love with him So, so we ain't sayin' nothin' You could probably tell she bluffin' 'Cause she kiss you with the mouth She gave me head with my concussion Yeah, she blushin', all red Wanna rush and go to bed You interrogate that bitch like you the feds So she says she in love with a rockstar, rockstar Wanna smoke my weed, so she asks me where the tops are, tops are You might also like[Chorus: Empire of the Sun & Mac Miller] Oh (Top drawer, haha), oh, oh (Yeah) Honey, I need you 'round (Haha) I know, I know (Just some motherfuckin' kids) Oh, oh, oh Honey, I need you 'round (Make money, fuck bitches) I know (Yeah), I know (Pittsburgh, hey, Jerm, hey) [Verse 2: Mac Miller] These hoes is drunk, wanna come and smoke this blunt Then let me take 'em home and do anything I want I said, baby, I can ride you, just let me get inside you I can take you higher if you hit this vaporizer I got that dope dick, I'll be your supplier You grabbin' on my sheets and hittin' notes like you Mariah Obsessed with me Undress a freak on ecstasy I'm out and then she textin' me Like, "What you doin' next week, next week?" (Yeah) [Bridge: Empire of the Sun & Mac Miller] Hear me now I'm down on knees and praying Though my faith is weak Without you so please, baby, please Give us a chance Make amends and I will stand up 'til the end A million times, a trillion more (Hey) [Chorus: Empire of the Sun & Mac Miller] Oh, oh, oh (Hey, I just wanted to inform y'all) Honey, I need you 'round (I'm drunk as fuck) I know, I know (Most Dope, bitch, hey) Oh, oh, oh (K.I.D.S., what's up?) Honey, I need you 'round (I'm high as fuck, yeah, yes, sir) I know, I know (Oh, I graduated, oh yeah, I just graduated high school, haha) [Outro: Mac Miller & Empire of the Sun] Hey, homie Don't be mad that your girl loves me (Don't cut anything yet) It's not my fault (Yeah) I'm just doin' me (Haha) If your girl love me, let her love me, you feel me? So, baby Smile (Uh-huh) Baby, don't cry I will only fly With you by my side26

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Break Up

Lil Wayne

[Intro: Lil Wayne] Bangladesh No Ceilings, motherfucker Hahaha, yeah Uh-huh, all right Uh-huh, all right, ugh [Verse 1: Lil Wayne] Nice tires on the 'Ghini, you should wanna king me Brain-dead flow: vegetable, zucchini I live on the beach; she walk around in her bikini Girls are like school, and I cut ‘em like seniors I’m here to distinguish the bears from the penguins Life is just a gap—get some money in between it Glocks like police, pumps like Finas This beat getting totaled: Pam, Keisha, Kima S—Sitting on the world, thinking 'bout a girl Pistol on my side, paint you like a mural Digged in my pocket, pulled out a party Be cool 'fore you get stomped and pulled out the party H—Hollygrove shit, I'm on my Hollygrove shit Looking for a bad bitch, I give her dinosaur dick Big-bad-flow Weezy, fuck the polices Church, like a choir and a couple of old priestses Elevator in my crib 'cause it's five floors I'm not expecting you to have one inside yours, haha Vince Young, suicide doors, haha Life’s a bitch; now, die for her You might also like[Verse 2: Short Dawg] I have the type of flow niggas don’t have to like (Why's that?) My rhymes is ambidextrous so I don’t have to write (Oh, you ain't know?) The way I’m eating, niggas wish they had my appetite (Ugh) Straight up out of Texas and I’m major like Applewhite (Haha) I pour four; then, I hit the exit door ('Bout to...) Take a trip to Macy’s cop the whole second floor (Gimme that) Whores smell the scent of money coming out my pores (Smell it?) Yeah, my pockets full of dead people like a morgue, boy (Haha) I made it from a flyer to the Forbes (See me?) Young Elvis Freshley, yes, he flyer than a stork (Damn) Dropping babies off in your chick's cheek (Ugh), kicks neat (Fresh) Got your son looking up to me like I’m six feet (Haha) Your daughter need someone to save her (What?), not me (Nah) I’m knocking hoes down like Laila (Who?) Ali (Yeah) Try he, and I'ma put the toaster to your kidney (Uh-huh) Then, I pull off in a Bentley, top open like a chimney (Goddamn!) Yeah, it’s No Ceilings, like a coliseum (No Ceilings) Candy slab, paint dripping like gonorrhea (That's nasty) The way I'm leaning, I'ma nod if I stand still (Hold up) Flow harder than an anvil, Short [Verse 3: Gudda Gudda] OK, it's Gudda, ho! All about my bills like Buffalo Your bitch under my sheets, I heard she was an undercover ho (Ha) Purple got me moving slow, like I’m in a snail race Pop, pop, pop, three shots to the head, then I pick up my shell case Leave 'em with a pale face, yes, I am a Young Money goon Your girl like a motion picture, she gon’ be coming soon I do her something rude, I pop her like balloons I pass her off to Millz, then drop her off to Tune (Ha) Couple screws loose, you don't want to play with him This is No Ceilings, bitch, roofless like a stadium We shut down every fucking spot these bitches see us in You want us in your club? Well, nigga, pay us then All-grey BM, I’m getting it for my baby M She told me get the money and count it for me when I rake it in Don’t play no games, ho, you know my name, ho G—G-U-D-D-A, propane flow10

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SLR (Super Lupe Rap)

Lupe Fiasco

[Intro] I said think of your future You can't do that tomorrow But you don't hear a word; you see that SLR [Verse 1] O ye tormented souls My goal is to sit on the globe like North Poles And thats the top mang, going hammer like a Glock can't All flow and grammar, no shot drank I'm so sober when I speak I call it catching bullets with my teeth You can feel it in your chest Like Bruce Lee jumping on your vest But I can't feel yours through my Superman 'S' Yes, I'm Superman'd-out Rare Cartier look like Superman house Inshallah to my plan hope it super pans out My life is like Italia doin 100 miles And the top open like the roofer ran outta tiles Walk right into Philippe's when I ran outta Chow's Next up is crustaceans and fast food halals The beef is all the same, its just how they kill the cows Somebody tell Malcolm X that I'm tryna steal his style And tell Cornel West that I'm tryna steal his fro Go back in time, take the slaves plows, shovels, and the hoes The masters get the "It Was Written" intro SLR 10-4 SLR 10-4 Soundtrakk let the beat go Soundtrakk let the beat roll You might also like[Chorus] In this world I'm so alone In a category all on my own Cause I tell the world what I want to Yea I tell the world what I want to Man I feel so alone They treat me like an outcast Cause I tell the world what I want to But you can't tell me what you gon do [Verse 2] Cause nigga, I don't believe that Like 9/11 came from Iraq Mayweather on the speedbag Automatic weapons keep the same rhythm he has That's how the hood sound Grew up in the hood town West side ghetto, Windy City Cook Count Black skies lookin' up, crack pipes lookin' down Accused of not lookin back, blind nigga look around City on my back, so the CHI go errywhere I'm at Presence so shiny, Mercedes so matte Cop that from Platinum, the color of my plaque I memorize "Color's" off of Yo! MTV Raps A nightmare walking in a psychopath's nap Defeat your purpose like a weed stash in the rehab Guess who's sneaking in the weed bags That be me with my me ass Not tryna be anything but free as Flow is so nuts, the track is gettin teabagged Just wanna rap nice, that ain't me - tag If you wanna be mean, then you wanna be me bad Call it being Pretty Lyrically Swag Soulja call it Super Lupe Lyrical You can't understand me nor mimic my miracles All I see is me and I'm a mother lovin' mirror-full Bein' dope is all in the muscle It's more than just a pause and a chuckle I bench press elephants, and bowlin ball juggle So don't be scared to take the Super Lu route Top 5 alive and I only got 2 out! School ya on your history, I tell ya what you 'bout Fight for all the right things and let the Huey New out Pharrell, what these niggas talkin' 'bout? 2 man Big Pun, a 1 man Slaughterhouse A 2 album Jay-Z, a 1 nigga Wu-Tang Young and hungry Mos Def, a conscious rappin Lil Wayne I don't care for similarities Cause I'm a pioneer, not a parody These ain't bars, this is barbarity SLR... Clarity [Chorus] In this world I'm so alone In a category all on my own Cause I tell the world what I want to Yea I tell the world what I want to Man I feel so alone They treat me like an outcast Cause I tell the world what I want to But you can't tell me what you gon do [Verse 3] Holy Shock and awing cattle prods All up in the action with a fraction of the catalogue Of my peers, I ain't doin' numbers like Anbesol But I'm here, and I'm revered Lyric boy, Based King, Master Chef, All City Chess moves Mickey Donny, Diggy, CRS fool Carrera Era, Panamera, F-Tool, Emperor, Free Chilly nigga, FNF RULES!!! 'Ye, what these niggas talkin' 'bout? A Jesus in the desert walking, Dundee walkabout A self imposed exile, learn to let the awesome out Even if I was homeless I would still have an awesome house Cause the world is mine, Lupe to the rescue, the world is fine Words and lines of mine, I feel. are better than every rap in the world combined!! And that's how you do it E'rything flow, errything fluid Stupid with the raps, but the raps never stupid Trakk on the music, SLR ruthless And the next whip is that Ferrari cart Game over - body parts [Chorus] In this world I'm so alone In a category all on my own Cause I tell the world what I want to Yea I tell the world what I want to Man I feel so alone They treat me like an outcast Cause I tell the world what I want to But you can't tell me what you gon do17

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Elevator

Eminem

[Intro] All aboard! Okay, next stop, my basement (Ha-ha) I'll meet you down there! [Chorus] There once was a saying that I used to say Back in the day, when I met Dre I used to sit and goof on the phone with my friend Proof That if I went gold, I'd go right through the roof He'd say, "What if you went platinum?", I'd just laugh at him "That's not happening, that I can't fathom" Eighty-some million records worldwide later I'm living in a house with a fucking elevator [Verse 1] Haters getting mad, they done had enough of Shady You slay me, nothing you say matters enough to touché me Rappers try to play me, they use Hailie as a ukulele Whoopsa-that-a-fucking-daisy That's a no-no, even she knows Da-Da's fucking crazy Fucking animal, cuckoo, bananas, fucking-A, B Maybe it's because I never had a mother raise me Fuck around and throw a baby at another baby You may think it's 'cause of the way that I was brought up But it's all caught up to me now, karma's in the waters Every line I ever said has got me in a corner You might think it doesn't creep up on ya, but it all does You wouldn't listen, man, I tried to warn ya when you started Now your brain's all haunted 'cause of all the shit you thought of Chainsaw slaughters, turn your daughters into sawdust I never thought it'd come to this, I oughta just be honest, but You might also like[Chorus] There once was a saying that I used to say Back in the day, when I met Dre I used to sit and goof on the phone with my friend Proof That if I went gold, I'd go right through the roof He'd say, "What if you went platinum?", I'd just laugh at him "That's not happening, that I can't fathom" Eighty-some million records worldwide later I'm living in a house with a fucking elevator [Verse 2] "Sorry, Lance, Mr. Lambert and Aiken ain't gonna make it They get so mad when I call them both faggots" All these fucking voices in my head, I can't take it Someone shut that fucking baby up 'fore I shake it You're standing adjacent to Jason, slash, Leatherface, and Together makes 'em a fucking bad combination I lashed at the doctor in my last operation Shoved the Wiener Schnitzel up his ass, hopped away, some- -body please stop the patient, get the cops to mace him Homie, I'm the Scheiße, ask Doctor Dreson I can't leave the game, I just can't walk away, son No, not a-now, not a chance, not today, son I can't believe I leave for one brief second And you pussies queef all over the rap game, naked And use a leaf to wipe up the crap stain, feck it I'll just keep saying the same exact saying, check it [Chorus] There once was a saying that I used to say Back in the day, when I met Dre I used to sit and goof on the phone with my friend Proof That if I went gold, I'd go right through the roof He'd say, "What if you went platinum?", I'd just laugh at him "That's not happening, that I can't fathom" Eighty-some million records worldwide later I'm living in a house with a fucking elevator [Verse 3] Elevator in my house, hah, smell ya later I blew the fuck up, a hamster in the microwave, I'm Thinking 'bout an escalator now, steps, I hate 'em Told the neighbors step away, then I just pepper-sprayed 'em Yeah, for every time you ride down the street Or hide out, drive by my house and beep Like, now motherfucker, try now to sleep Lie down, fucker (Bah), try counting sheep And you're tryna find out why now there's beef Mace in your face, bitch, cry now, pussy This is my house, all nine thousand feet So you can suck my dick with Amy Winehouse's teeth Then I shove 'em in the elevator, take 'em to the top Stand above 'em just to cut the fucking cable, let 'em drop Walk an hour to the damn refrigerator, get a pop While I let 'em fall all the way to the basement, yelling "Stop!" [Chorus] There once was a saying that I used to say Back in the day, when I met Dre I used to sit and goof on the phone with my friend Proof That if I went gold, I'd go right through the roof He'd say, "What if you went platinum?", I'd just laugh at him "That's not happening, that I can't fathom" Eighty-some million records worldwide later I'm living in a house with a fucking elevator [Outro] You fucking son of a bitch, I can't believe this shit This must be all that there is, this must be it Fucking-A, even got a bidet To wash my ass after I shit with gold toilet paper Dishwasher's so big, when I'm pissed off I can just toss a flying saucer in it, the shit's awesome Yeah, fucking elevator Living in a house with a fucking elevator47

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Diamonds from Sierra Leone

Kanye West

[Produced by Kanye West, Devo Springsteen and Jon Brion] [Intro: Shirley Bassey] Diamonds are forever They won't leave in the night I've no fear that they might Desert me [Chorus: Shirley Bassey & Kanye West] Diamonds are forever (forever, forever) Throw your diamonds in the sky if you feel the vibe Diamonds are forever (forever, forever, forever) The Roc is still alive every time I rhyme Forever ever? Forever ever? Ever, ever? Ever, ever? Ever, ever? Ever, ever? Ever, ever? [Verse 1: Kanye West] Close your eyes and imagine, feel the magic Vegas on acid, seen through Yves St. Laurent glasses And I've realized that I've arrived 'Cause it take more than a magazine to kill my Vibe "Does he write his own rhymes?" Well, sort of, I think 'em That mean I forgot better shit than you ever thought of "Damn, is he really that caught up?" I ask, if you talkin' about classics, do my name get brought up? I remember I couldn't afford a Ford Escort Or even a four-track recorder So it's only right that I let the top drop on a drop-top Porsche Spoil yourself, that's important If your stripper name "Porsche" and you get tips from many men Then your fat friend, her nickname is "Minivan" Excuse me, that's just the Henny, man I smoke, I drink, I'm supposed to stop, I can't, because— You might also like[Chorus: Shirley Bassey & Kanye West] Diamonds are forever (forever, forever) Throw your diamonds in the sky if you feel the vibe Diamonds are forever (forever, forever, forever) The Roc is still alive every time I rhyme Forever ever? Forever ever? Ever, ever? Ever, ever? Ever, ever? Ever, ever? Ever, ever? [Verse 2: Kanye West] I was sick about awards, couldn't nobody cure me Only playa that got robbed but kept all his jewelry Alicia Keys tried to talk some sense in him Thirty minutes later seein' there's no convincin' him What more could you ask for? The international asshole Who complain about what he is owed? And throw a tantrum like he is three years old You gotta love it though: somebody still speaks from his soul And wouldn't change by the change or the game or the fame When he came in the game, he made his own lane Now all I need is y'all to pronounce my name It's Kanye, but some of my plaques, they still say "Kayne" Got family in the D, kinfolk from Motown Back in the Chi, them Folks ain't from Moe Town Life movin' too fast, I need to slow down Girl ain't give me no ass, you need to go down My father been said I need Jesus So he took me to church and let the water wash over my caesar The preacher said we need leaders Right then, my body got still like a paraplegic You know who you call; you got a message, then leave it The Roc stand tall and you would never believe it Take your diamonds and throw 'em up like you bulimic Yeah, the beat cold, but the flow is anemic After debris settles and the dust get swept off Big K pick up where young Hov left off Right when magazines wrote Kanye West off I dropped my new shit, it sound like the best of A&R's lookin' like, "Pssh, we messed up." Grammy night, damn right, we got dressed up Bottle after bottle 'til we got messed up In the studio with Really Doe, yeah, he next up People askin' me if I'm gon' give my chain back That'll be the same day I give the game back You know the next question, dog: "Yo, where Dame at?" This track the Indian dance to bring our reign back "What's up with you and Jay, man? Are y'all okay, man?" They pray for the death of our dynasty like "Amen" But r-r-r-right here stands a man With the power to make a diamond with his bare hands [Chorus: Shirley Bassey & Kanye West] Diamonds are forever (forever, forever) Throw your diamonds in the sky if you feel the vibe Diamonds are forever (forever, forever, forever) The Roc is still alive every time I rhyme Forever ever? Forever ever? Ever, ever? Ever, ever? Ever, ever? Ever, ever? Ever, ever? [Outro: Shirley Bassey] Diamonds are forever (forever, forever) Diamonds are forever (forever, forever, forever)77

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A Message to the Feds, Sincerely, We the People

Nas

[Intro] Get ready, get prepared This is prophecy God is with us! [Verse 1] I walk the blocks like whatever god, my message to y'all feds Who desperate to arrest us young, benevolent hardheads Abercrombie & Fitch rockin', wrist glistenin' marksman Hitchcock of Hip-Hop since Big Pop departed The project logic is still salute the dead, Glocks spit Pour some juice out for those in Manchester, Beaumount Otisville, Lewisberg, Fort Dix, Fort Worth, Oakdale Every fed jail where all my dawgs lurk War hurts much to gain 'til the day we all say May your pain be champagne then we all blaze away At our enemies, may they die easily Long as they perish forever's what freedom means to me Blowin' greenery, growing eager to see evil things Thrown away, zonin' grey, GT, Diesel jeans Airs and Chucks, solitaires, stones with the rarest cuts On some Pretty Tone shit, haircut looks airbrushed And they're aware of us though And we don't give a flyin' 747 fuck though Stayin' on my hustle You might also like*beat change* [Verse 2] A message to those who trapped us up From federal guys who backed them up We never will die, we black and tough Lead in your eye, we strapped to bust Half of us been locked up inside the beast Look at the time we see Brooklyn to Compton streets, Queens Even the Congo needs dreams Our bullets and triggers our enemies Pullin' on innocent women and children It wasn't no ghetto killers Who mixed up the coke and put guns in our buildings But I'm not gon' cry and I'm not gon' stand, just watch you die I'ma pass you a .9, I'ma grab your hand Come on let's ride A message to those who killed the king Who murdered the Christ, the same regime What God has built, you never can break What God has loved, you never can hate Man makes rules and laws You just a ruthless dog, your kennel is waiting You devils will run back into the caves you came from Whenever that day comes, forty acres Plantations, see every race won Sincerely yours, Street's Disciple, revelations6

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Celebrity (Remix)

Lloyd Banks

[Verse 1: Lloyd Banks] I just touched down - Ferrari-to-concrete I ain’t even home when they’re talking about me Fuck out my ear if you talking about "free" Nigga, free don't pay the bills I'm ballin all-out, B These rappers don't know me Nah, I ain’t your homey If your name ain't Em, Ferrari or Tony I like my wheel chromey My Bentley, my Rolly My Magnum, my phonie South Jamaica shawty These slugs I took in the gut, yo The work's still here, I'm just cooking it up slow Clear my mind and whipping the truck low You’re looking for trouble I pop death You’re looking to a sun dawg If rap ain't work, I be pimpin' on some ho Still eating lobster and shrimp in the Bungalow I'm back like crack over the drum roll You know - wherever I go the gun go [Chorus: Akon] We on the grind All the time Ain't 'bout to let a nigga come and snatch mine I keep a nine To see the shine I might let your ass slide this time While I get this paper Cause I’m a celebrity Ghetto-celebrity Ain't nothing changed nigga You might also like[Verse 2: Lloyd Banks] The media will test ya, popularity is pressure Porche Panamera platinum, hammer through the metal Wreck a booth up, I'm too tough That inner-city grammar, step your jewels up They bruised up, I'll sparkle for the camera Harsh reality's what pulls them And holding them back from opening Verbal attack all over these niggas Push the herd to the back I'm the kind that they prey on Spending half of they day on Lay on niggas for days, the shots spray on My sound system knock and it pound 2Pac 6 4 jumping like the ground too hot They spot me, they chase a nigga down two blocks Two shots in the air for niggas that ain't here Two tone, two door, grey top, blue floor Green guap galore, in and out of new hall That bright light you saw was a paparazzi flash I’m tryna snap a picture through your Maserati glass [Chorus: Akon] We on the grind All the time Ain't 'bout to let a nigga come and snatch mine I keep a nine To see the shine I might let your ass slide this time While I get this paper Cause I’m a celebrity Ghetto-celebrity Ain't nothing changed nigga [Verse 3: Eminem] There are enough insults in my head to fill up a swear jar And have it overflowing So don't get me going: don't dare start You'll never see me again: Amelia Earhart I'm popping a wheelie, off to a really unfair start I'm past grinding, for me - guess I just be grounded up Like Ground Round or a pound of chuck Tightly-wound as fuck 'Til the Fire Marshalls come shut Fire Marshall down and up I suggest you better shut the fuck up And stop fucking around and duck! I ain't playing this time, I told you I'm out for blood So to say I "keep it 100" would probably sound redundant Like calling a bitch a ho or asking a gal to suck And blow on your dick cock. Is she up to screwing? Down to fuck? It's a man's world and I'm trapped in a land of smut With a thousand sluts strapped and muzzled Running through a house of mutts In other words, I'm shutting every one of you bitches' mouths up And I'm watching my language if I tell you to kiss my fucking butt! And ain't shit changed, my shit still don't stink, player My farts may have gotten staler ever since I became a trailer park celebrity Maybe my complexion became a little paler Poster child for white trash I'm a Garbage Pail Kid sailor, yeah See me I'm all up on your bitch means I'ma rape her All I got for these hoes is dick, duct tape and a stapler So bitch, you better look for table scraps to scrape up I don't subscribe to the News or the Free Press But homie, I get the paper! Fucking stupid5

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Bad

Michael Jackson

[Verse 1] Your butt is mine, gon' tell you right, ah Just show your face in broad daylight, ah I'm tellin' you on who I feel, ah Gonna hurt your mind, don't shoot to kill Shamone, ah, shamone Lay it on me, ah, alright Ah, I'm givin' you on count to three, ah Just show your stuff or let it be, ah I'm tellin' you, just watch your mouth, ah I know your game, what you're about [Pre-Chorus] Well, they say the sky's the limit And to me, that's really true, ah But my friend, you have seen nothin' Just wait 'til I get through [Chorus] Because I'm bad, I'm bad, shamone (Bad, bad, really, really bad) You know I'm bad, I'm bad (Bad, bad) You know it (Really, really bad) You know I'm bad, I'm bad, shamone (Bad, bad) You know (Really, really bad) And the whole world has to answer right now Just to tell you once again Who's bad? You might also like[Verse 2] The word is out, you're doin' it wrong, ah Gon' lock you up before too long, ah Your lyin' eyes gon' tell you right, ah So listen up, don't make a fight, ah Your talk is cheap, you're not a man, ah You're throwin' stones to hide your hands [Pre-Chorus] Well, they say the sky's the limit And to me, that's really true, ah But my friend, you have seen nothin' Just wait 'til I get through [Chorus] Because I'm bad, I'm bad, shamone (Bad, bad, really, really bad) You know I'm bad, I'm bad (Bad, bad) You know it (Really, really bad) You know I'm bad, I'm bad, you know it (Bad, bad) You know (Really, really bad) And the whole world has to answer right now Just to tell you once again Who's bad? [Verse 3] We can change the world tomorrow This could be a better place, ah If you don't like what I'm sayin' Then won't you slap my face? [Chorus] Because I'm bad, I'm bad, shamone (Bad, bad, really, really bad) You know I'm bad, I'm bad (Bad, bad) You know it (Really, really bad) You know I'm bad, I'm bad (Bad, bad) You know it, you know (Really, really bad) And the whole world has to answer right now (Hoo, hoo) Just to tell you once again (Hoo) You know I'm bad, I'm bad, shamone (Bad, bad, really, really bad) You know I'm bad, I'm bad (Bad, bad) You know it, you know it (Really, really bad) You know, you know (Bad, bad) You know, shamone (Really, really bad) And the whole world has to answer right now Just to tell you once again You know I'm smooth, I'm bad, you know it (Bad, bad, really, really bad) You know I'm bad, I'm bad, baby (Bad, bad, really, really bad) You know, you know, you know it (Bad, bad, really, really bad) Come on (Really, really bad) And the whole world has to answer right now (Hoo) Just to tell you once again You know I'm bad, I'm bad, you know it (Bad, bad, really, really bad) You know I'm bad, you know, woo (Bad, bad, really, really bad) You know I'm bad, I'm bad (Bad, bad) You know it, you know (Really, really bad) And the whole world has to answer right now Just to tell you once again Who's bad?32

Pop

Knock on Wood (Freestyle)

J. Cole

[Intro] Cole, Cole, Cole, Cole, and on the count of three, baby girl Cole, Cole, Cole, Cole, and on the count of three, baby girl Cole, Cole, Cole, Cole, Cole, hey And on the count of three, Blow up, Blow up [Verse] Yeah, and that I will, nigga, that I will I keep a checklist of rappers that I'mma kill I used to play the bleachers before I had a deal Now a nigga gettin burnt, just imagine how that feel Hmm, ill, fantastic Flip rhymes, flip beats, nigga, "Jam"nastics Your style hot now, but they just can't last with Something like the rap sand-castle Gone with the tide, I'm here for the seasons Bend yo' ass over bitch I'm here for a reason Cold breezin', flow freezin' This ain't spittin' ho, I'm sneezin' Used to hit South Beach, stay at the Parisian No fun nigga, low funds was the reason Old school bed that the hoes got pleased in Now them Lowes doors, is what I throw keys in Man, talk about a come up Niggas see me in the street they talk about 'The Come Up' Or talk about 'The Warm Up' Or "Nigga, when your album drop?" And why these lil' rappers like to run their mouth alot? And J. Cole, are you really from the south or not? I see your jeans, man them thangs, must have cost a lot Aye do you get a chance to hang out with the boss a lot? Even them hating niggas like you at the barbershop Cole.. Yeah, that's my muhfucking name Nigga couldn't even watch the All Star game Had to do the whole Valentines Day thang Gotta play the game, so my lady won't complain Three or four days, I be back on a plane Do a couple shows, where the people know my name Look man, the crowd full of pretty young dames If you gonna do dirt, then you can't leave a stain, man! Tiger Woods y'all He like them white girls, I like them hoods y'all She got her head straight, she got a good job She give the best brain, she got them good jaw I got that good game, that's cause I'm good, y'all And J. Cole the lil' engine that could, y'all And yeah I'm coming for the top, like I should, y'all And bitch I never fall off, knock on wood, y'all ColeYou might also like11

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High Plains Drifter

Beastie Boys

[Verse 1] 'Cause I'm the high plains drifter, and I'm the drifter The high plains drifter, and I'm the drifter They can’t catch me, they’re never going to find me They're never gonna know that I'm the high plains drifter Pulled over to the river, to take a rest Pulled out a pair of pliers, pulled a bullet out of my chest Fear and loathing 'cross the country, listenin' to my 8-track I reached behind the seat and snatched a Kool from the pack I'm long-distance from my girl, and I'm talking on the cellular She said that she was sorry and I said, "yeah, the hell you were" Check the rear view mirror, check the gold tooth display Check the odometer, and I was on my way [Verse 2] 'Cause I'm the high plains drifter, the best that you can get A strapped shoplifter, a pirate on cassette Bust a Travis Bickle when I feel that I'm getting pushed Don't step to me 'cause you could be getting mushed I'm doing 120 plowing over mailboxes Radar detector to tell me where the cops is Spend another night at the Motel 6 It's five dollars extra to get the porno flicks And then I concoct a black and tan in my brandy snifter I'm a kleptomaniac K-mart shoplifter Cash flow getting low, so I had to pull a job I found a nice place to visit but a better place to rob I left my car outside and the engine still revving Takin' care of business at 7-Eleven And then I went inside to make my withdrawal I saw what he had had, but I had to take it all You might also like[Verse 3] Knucklehead deli tried to gyp me off the price So I clocked him on the turban with a bag of ice Cause I'm mo-lello like yo-lello, cool like lemonade I made my getaway, and then I thought that I had it made I feel like Steve McQueen, a former movie star Looked in the rear view mirror, seen the police car Ballantine quarts with the puzzle on the cap I couldn't help to notice I was caught in a speed trap Dirty Mary, Crazy Larry, on the run from Dirty Harry Stash the cash in the dash, but my gun I did carry I'm seeing blue and red flashing deep in the night I got my alibi straight, and I pulled over to the right The cop knocked on my window and said, "Boy, where's the fire?" "You got a mailbox on your bumper and a bald front tire" "Outta the car, longhair!" "Your goose is cooked" Read me my rights, fingerprinted and booked [Verse 4] Making like a DT, driving a Gran Fury Wherever I hang my hat's my home, and my past is kind of blurry Every dog will have his day, mine will be in front of a jury High plains drifter, you know that I'm never in a hurry Read me my rights as if I didn't know this Threw me in the tank with a drunk called Otis With his 5 o'clock shadow he smelled of 3-day old beer My man turned to me and said, "Why are you here?" I said, "I'm charming, I'm dashing, I'm rental-car bashing I'm phony-paper passing at Nix Check Cashing" I went before the judge he sent me to the Brooklyn house of D He said, "You behave, or we'll throw away the key" Houdini'd out the cuffs, kicked the screw in the knee I took the bailiff's wallet and went straight to OTB I had a good feeling, easy come, easy go I bet on one horse to win and your mother to show And sure enough, that nag came in Brought my ticket to the window and collected my win And then I broke into my new car with a wire coat hanger Hot-wired, hot wheeled and, "Suzy is a headbanger"3

Punk

Jazzy Belle

OutKast

[Intro: André 3000] Yeah, yeah [Verse 1: André 3000] Oh, yes, I love her like Egyptian Want a description? My royal highness So many plusses when I bust that there can’t be no minus Went from yelling crickets and crows Bitches and hoes to queen thangs Over the years I been up on my toes and yes I seen thangs Like Kilroy, chill boy because them folks might think you soft Talking like that, man, fuck them niggas, I’m going off And coming right back like boomerangs when you throw 'em With these old ghetto poems, thinking it's better for 'em When they can let they thumb down from hitchhiking Inviting niggas into the temple they call their body Now everybody got it, had it, talked about it amongst they friends Coming around my crew looking Jazzy, wanna pretend Like you Ms. Goody Four-Shoes, even Bo knew that you got poked Like acupuncture patients While our nation is a boat, straight sinking I hate thinking that these the future mommas of our chill'un They fucking a different nigga every time they get the feeling to I’m willing to go the extra kilometer Just to see my señorita get her pillow On the side of my bed where no girl ever stay House and doctor was the games we used to play But now it’s real Jazzy Belle You might also like[Verse 2: Big Boi] See what if you was a playa, real playa not no flaw Having the very best of life: lobster, steak and Perignon Smoking an ounce of weed And every single day was personal FreakNik Tricking these hoes in Polo clothes, life as you conceived it But your conception, deception, looking into your eyes I see your weapon and it’s depressing They're digging up in your thighs, leaving deposits Keeping your closets open, knocking your boots and drawers Hoping to get you sprung like bail-bonds Steadily calling me Antwan 'cause you thinking that you my lady Bitch, don’t play me 'cause you’re janky I wanted to hit that ass but me and the Goodie we got danky So thank thee, for running that Southernplayalistic game You was the only one to blame, a nigga don’t even know yo name It’s a shame, you cracking 'em up and fucking a nigga like 2Pac up I’m leaving these foes to be the flowers and wake don’t get me See, I gotta be feeding my daughter Teach her to be that Natural Woman 'Cause you’ll be Waiting to Exhale while you other hoes be Dumb And Dumber, yeah, you know what I’m saying [Verse 3: André 3000] See me and ol' girl in the black-on-black 'Lac Northstar Windows are tinted so that no one knows who us are Talk bad about her nigga guaranteed to snap like bra Straps, sticking together like grandma and grandpa-pa In this dog-eat-dog world Kitty cats be scratching on my furry coat to curl Up with me and my bowl of kibbles and bits I want to hurl, 'cause most of the girls That we was liking in high school, now they dyking [Verse 4: Big Boi] Having no mercy for the disrespectful ones, some Be hanging around the crew looking for funds, dumb Deaf and fine, they be asking me all about mine How she doing how she be, I know she’s sipping that wine Behind my back they squawk like vultures Off and On like Trends of Cultures baby Hey he faking it like these sculptured nails But they can go to hell and lay with Lucifer 'Cause they burning anyway, Big Boi use her and abuse her [Outro: Khujo Goodie] Tricks hollin' they got rank Tricks hollin' they got rank Tricks hollin' they got rank Tricks hollin' they got rank Tricks hollin' they got rank Tricks hollin' they got rank Tricks hollin' they got rank Tricks hollin' they got rank23

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Wow

Kanye West

[Intro] Introducing Mister I-Ain't-Know-You-Did-That And Mister Oh-That's-My-Favorite-Shit And Mister Ah-Damn-I-Wish-That-Was-a-Single And uh, like Noreaga say, it goes... ugh! [Chorus] I go to Jacob with twenty-five thou' You go with twenty-five hundred (Wow) I got eleven plaques on my wall right now You got your first gold single—damn, nigga! (Wow) "H to the Izzo" did three thou' spins in a week You did a thou' in a month (Wow) Y'all niggas want credit, but y'all need to slow down Kanye To The, killin' y'all from Chi-Town [Verse 1] How your wife gon' say she never sold drugs a day in her life? But she still wanna pump the 'Ye? And y'all mad 'cause y'all not knowin 'Cause these canaries so yellow When y'all pull up, whether to stop or keep going I got Gs, rock rock 'n' roll tees with no sleeves Tats showin', tucked in, strap showin' How he get seven TVs in that ‘lac-‘lac? Three in the front, two in the back, two in that back-back While you in that hatchback And try to sell work and don’t get shit from them packs back And try to rap, the studios won't give you ya DATs back And try to get publishin', all you get in your ass capped (That's all, nigga) And that’s that You might also like[Chorus] I go to Jacob with twenty-five thou' You go with twenty-five hundred (Wow) I got eleven plaques on my wall right now You got your first gold single—damn, nigga! (Wow) [Verse 2] Magazines call me a rock star, bitches call me cock-star Billboard pop star, neighborhood block star Chi-Town go-getting pimps, we mobsters Gingerbread man even says, “You’re a monster” Remember that? Uh-huh, that’s that Shrek shit Remember back in ’92, niggas used to "catch wreck," shit Remember that track I tracked for you 'bout three months ago? Uh-huh, that’s the one—now cut my check, bitch And I ain't feeling that Lexus More that CLK; see me like, "Damn, a CL, K?” Yeah, that’s how we eating and, keep us looking peace and then "I ain't know he rap as good as he do beats," and then [Chorus] I go to Jacob with twenty-five thou' You go with twenty-five hundred (Wow) I got eleven plaques on my wall right now You got your first gold single—damn, nigga! (Wow) "H to the Izzo" did three thou' spins in a week You did a thou' in a month (Wow) Y'all niggas want credit, but y'all need to slow down Kanye To The, killin' y'all from Chi-Town [Verse 3] Now, niggas forcing me to keep the heater Black strap, white handle, I got jungle fever You know the rules, five up close, one gon' leave ya You don't know about Kanye? Son gon' teach you What's the first thing that popped in your mind While I was popping this rhyme? You don't picture popping a nine? See, you paralyzed from the top of the spine...7

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Mojo So Dope

Kid Cudi

[Intro: Fridolin Nordsø] God, I thought I loved you so God, I thought I loved you so [Verse 1: Kid Cudi] They done let in the skinny jean-wearing Fro-for-days in a old AA Ball' so low, most fools couldn't price me Silently stunt with a blunt full of P.E. And I guess you know me Been in NY so long, got Tri-State family Especially Brooklyn—shout-out to the Madis My bloodline runs deep Nights, I don’t sleep Figure it’s my pops keeping me awake Help me keep my mind out the clouds for reality These motherfuckers can’t fathom the wizardry Slow-mo-brain, ass-backwards cowards Take a shower, your attitude stinks Wanna know what I think [Chorus: Kid Cudi & Fridolin Nordsø] Oh, oh-oh, oh Hey, my mojo so dope, bitch My mojo so dope Yep, we live it, live it Yeah, we on it, on it Oh, oh-oh, oh Give a fuck about your lifestyle Give a fuck about a motherfucker lifestyle, 'cause, nigga We, we live this shit Oh, oh-oh, oh Give a fuck about your lifestyle Give a fuck about a motherfucker lifestyle, 'cause, nigga, hey See Kid Cudi LiveGet tickets as low as $103You might also like[Verse 2: Kid Cudi] I live through words, not metaphors So I passed to be the rest of the freshmen Playful tough talk, often the fave 'Til I came like 'Pac art and said true things A whole new legion of some niggas Aiming high, past the idea of slanging Praise Allah for keeping me away, man Lotta of my niggas fell victim to the dope game Some things will never be the same Wish that I could tell my brother Something for some motivation to get him out that gutter He’s leaving behind a family and a mother Damn, you must understand What I speak about in song, this how I really am Yeah, this is how I really think You can see what I see, yes, I really blink Yes, I really drink, I really do rage My demons out the cage 'bout most of the day Before I became the age to even rage I was drowning my sorrows with some O.E., nigga [Chorus: Kid Cudi & Fridolin Nordsø] Hey, we live this shit Oh, oh-oh, oh Hey, my mojo so dope, bitch My mojo so dope Yep, we live it, live it Yeah, we on it, on it Oh, oh-oh, oh Give a fuck about your lifestyle Give a fuck about a motherfucker lifestyle, 'cause, nigga We, we live this shit Oh, oh-oh, oh Give a fuck about your lifestyle Give a fuck about a motherfucker lifestyle, 'cause, nigga, yeah Oh, oh (Oh, oh-oh, oh) [Outro: Kid Cudi & Fridolin Nordsø] Give a fuck about your lifestyle Give a fuck about your lifestyle, 'cause nigga We live this shit, hey Oh, oh-oh, oh Give a fuck about your lifestyle Give a fuck about your lifestyle, nigga Yeah Oh, oh-oh, oh Here we go On, and on, and on, and On, and on, and on, and on, and And we dream Oh, oh-oh, oh On, and on, and on, and on, and On, and on, and on, and on, and On, and on, and on, and on, and67

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Made You Look (Remix)

Nas

[Produced by Salaam Remi] [Intro: Jadakiss] I need it from the top Ahh! This is history, baby Commissioner Steve Stoute Lenny, ha! God's Son, what up? D-Block, what up? Bravehearts, what up? Yeah Yeah, yo [Verse 1: Jadakiss] Yo, ain't nothing but trouble, God, when I kick in the door With D-Block, Bravehearts and the Double-R Don't make me let the machine off This is methadon' music that you can lean off "Made You Look," the remix, with me up on it I copped your shit; now, I break weed up on it, and Everything is real I see Like my niggas that been home, but they only got a jail ID I helped the game, it ain't help me I'm top five, dead or alive, and that's just off one LP, and I still buzz, they feel cuz 'Cause they know the flow's ill just like Will was I'm just tryna make sure that my sons wealthy Out of shape, but I make sure that my guns healthy I'm a ape, you can't stand 'Kiss, coming through the hood In a Aston Vanquish, the color of dandruff They said we jumped him, I just let the gun snuff him Cop P the turbo soon as they uncuff him This goes out to all of your mans Why put you in a verse when I can put you in a coroner van? D-Block! You might also like[Chorus: Nas & Ludacris] They shooting! Ah, made you look You a slave to a page in my rhyme book Getting big money, playboy your time's up Where them gangsters? Where them dimes at? They shooting! Ah, made you look You a slave to a page in my rhyme book (Yeah, woo!) Getting big money, playboy your time's up (We just getting started! Oh!) Where them gangsters? Where them dimes at? (Luda! Let's go!) [Verse 2: Ludacris] I'm from the school of hard knocks, sneak peeks and low blows Where Xs mark spots and kitchens mark Os (Woo) Where love's gon' getcha and hate is gon' snitch ya And fingers squeeze triggers like boa constrictors It's the, Mr. Luda, Jada and Nas And our bullets give you a deep-tissue massage (Ah) So hear a song and dance while I make these ends You never stood half a chance like Siamese Twins (Ah) They shooting! Look in the barrel! (Woo) Then he made the front page of the Miami Herald Or Chi. Tribune, nozzles with silent doom We in that A-Town Journal as violent goons You should print my information (Yeah), quote my rhymes And keep me in between these New York and L.A. Times I'm just the victim of society, it's 'Cris the Menace With more shit out on the streets than evicted tenants, whoa! [Chorus: Nas] They shooting! Ah, made you look You a slave to a page in my rhyme book Gettin big money, playboy your time's up Where them gangsters? Where them dimes at? They shooting! Ah, made you look You a slave to a page in my rhyme book (Ugh) Gettin big money, playboy your time's up (Ugh) Where them gangsters? Where them dimes at? [Interlude: Nas] Jungle! Wiz! Nashawn! We got 'em scared, look! We got 'em scared, they running! [Verse 3: Nas] Yo, I grasp the ratchet, the blicky, the biscuit, the burner The heat, the toaster, they twist you, you meeting your owner The banger, the hammer, the flamers, I aim at the cannons And can you, manhandling you, you'll be famous, I'll cancel you And cut, that's the end of your movie Pretending you actin like you and your mens'll come shoot me My tennis shoes Gucci, old school, pea-soup green Jean Lee suit on, Veuve Clicquot champagne Friday the 13th, my CD drop I rhyme to more Base than EZ Rock, I'm Jason, call up PD Watch them Bravehearts, Jungle and Wiz and Nashawn Ill Will, Rasta, Lake, never revealing his face on— TV or pictures and we be them niggas Sorry that I made you wait long, glad them fakes gone We shooting! Squeezing them triggers with Luda beside me Me and 'Kiss get Luniz of weed sent to Styles P Tell him hold his head, God's Son got him We made y'all look, from San Quentin to Rikers Island to Green Sing Sing...5

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Scott Mescudi vs. the World

Kid Cudi

[Verse 1: Kid Cudi] What up, how is everyone doing? You are now in a world I am ruling Take a minute to adjust for the wondrous Clusterfuck of fun and enchantment I promise you some "generation next" shit Speak for the silent who are left with Parallel levels in a dark, dark place Tricked all you niggas to a dark, dark fate And guided you all with a smile upon my face As the sun kisses us on our foreheads gently Gentle with the drugs, heavy with the love And my speeches on stage rock mountains from a club Money doesn't move me except on the literal G4 flights, now we're off to Australia I wanna see more of the world These are more than just words, these are facts from a winner [Chorus: CeeLo Green] This is a journey into the horizon You can see past, if it's real to you We can meet on the other side On the other side, ayy This is a journey into the horizon You can see past, if it's real to you Then we can meet on the other side On the other side See Kid Cudi LiveGet tickets as low as $103You might also like[Verse 2: Kid Cudi] What up, how is everyone feeling? I hope you understand what you're hearing Take a minute to roll up for the wondrous Clusterfuck of darkness and evil I will paint the Yin and the Yang for you And my jeans are Dior for the love of skinnies Upgraded, faded aided to the T Work hard, making sure I don't become a memory Hard to press on when the memories remember me And they always find the perfect moment High speed, my momentum won't slow up none Lost in the wind, I've lost all my friends Maybe they were never meant to be acquainted Money seems to make everything tainted Everybody mad 'cause they stuck where I knew 'em last Took what I wanted and I did it all blunted, oh oh [Chorus: CeeLo Green] This is a journey into the horizon You can see past, if it's real to you We can meet on the other side On the other side, ayy This is a journey into the horizon You can see past, if it's real to you Then we can meet on the other side On the other side [Instrumental Interlude] [Chorus: CeeLo Green] This is a journey into the horizon You can see past, if it's real to you We can meet on the other side On the other side, ayy This is a journey into the horizon You can see past, if it's real to you Then we can meet on the other side On the other side31

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REVOFEV

Kid Cudi

[Intro] Yeah! Welcome, welcome you! Hey! I am your big brother What do I have to say to the kids? [Verse 1] Let go, life does get tough No need to stress, hold you back too much Let's go, I heard they found a solution Where will you be for the revolution? [Chorus] Oh, whoa Ooh-whoa, ooh-whoa, ooh-whoa Whoa, whoa Ooh-whoa, ooh-whoa, ooh-whoa Whoa, whoa Ooh-whoa, ooh-whoa, ooh-whoa Whoa, whoa (What do I say to the kids?) Ooh-whoa, ooh-whoa, ooh-whoa [Verse 2] Wake up, things might get rough No need to stress, keeps you down too much Wake up, I heard they found a solution Where will you be for the revolution? See Kid Cudi LiveGet tickets as low as $103You might also like[Chorus] Oh, whoa Ooh-whoa, ooh-whoa, ooh-whoa Whoa, whoa Ooh-whoa, ooh-whoa, ooh-whoa Whoa, whoa (Yeah) Ooh-whoa, ooh-whoa, ooh-whoa Whoa, whoa Ooh-whoa, ooh-whoa, ooh-whoa [Bridge] I'm so high up, so high up, and I like it, hey I'm so high up, so high up, and I like it, hey I am happy today, this not like other days Somehow I feel okay, somehow I feel okay Ooh-whoa Yeah, whoa, ooh-whoa Yeah, whoa, ooh-whoa Yeah, whoa, ooh-whoa [Chorus] Oh, whoa (I am your big brother) Ooh-whoa, ooh-whoa, ooh-whoa Whoa, whoa Ooh-whoa, ooh-whoa, ooh-whoa Whoa, whoa (I am your big brother) Ooh-whoa, ooh-whoa, ooh-whoa Whoa, whoa Ooh-whoa, ooh-whoa, ooh-whoa [Verse 3] Let go, life does get tough No need to stress, hold you back too much Let's go, I heard they found a solution Where will you be for the revolution? [Outro] Revolution, revolution (Hey! Okay, okay!) Revolution, revolution (We are—you are here!) Where will you be for the revolution? Where will you be for the revolution? Where will you be for the revolution?56

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Hot 97 Freestyle

Kanye West

[Pusha T] Malice found religion, Tony found prison I’m just tryna find my way out this fucking kitchen A birdseye view got me channelling my vision Turn one to two now the kilo’s got a sibling Father knows best, wash my hands all is forgiven We kicking up dust like the colosseum floors Walls full of safes like they mausoleum doors Pussy getting wet as she walking through my morgue Grants, Jacksons no room for George Yeh, the Fear of God’s in you muthafuckers This art imitate my life You WorldStarHipHop fame based off imitation hype Eliminate the fools gold and imitation ice My music for your soul, inspiration for your life Every dime made in his life more disastrous Help my young bitch see her way through her Bachelor's Sent my old bitch right back to get her Masters Same graduation I was clapping in the rafters The truth hurts everytime it’s revealed What goes around comes around, this is lifes ferris wheel Grab hold and reverse the steering wheel as I parrallel park Kentucky derby on the grill The fact that I’m free lets me know God is great Ten year marathon of me selling concentrate These rappers talk crowns but I’d rather talk fear Villian like candyman, say my name and I’ll appear No weapon formed against me shall prosper Hakuna matata, feet up sipping java Strolling up the totem poll, what’s my only problem Scrolling through my Rolodex, who shall bear my toddler So many hands raised as the band plays I’m here now, watch how many nigga's plans change You might also like[Kanye West] Penitentiary chances, the devil dances And eventually answers to the call of Autumn All of them fallin’ for the love of ballin’ Got caught with 30 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 thats lucrative And sold 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 I need more drinks and more lights Hot American Apparel girl in just tights She told the director she tryna get in a school Told to take them glasses off and get in the pool It’s been a while since I watched the tube Its like a crip said: “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 What’s a black Beatle anyway, a fucking roach I guess that's why they got me sitting in fucking coach But God said I need a different approach Cause people is looking at me like I’m sniffing coke It ain't funny anymore try different jokes Tell ‘em hug and kiss my ass, x and o Kiss the ring while they at it, do my thing while I’m got it Play strings for the dramatic And end all of that wack shit Act like I ain't had a belt in two classes I ain't got it I’m going after whoever who has it I’m coming after whoever. Who has it? You blowing up, that’s good, fantastic That y’all, its like that ya’ll I don’t really give a fuck about it at all Cause the same people that tried to black ball me Forgot about two things, my black balls [Pusha T] Uh, I let you into my diary to admire me The making of this man, I let you see the higher me The self righteous drug dealer dichotomy I’m drawing from both sides, I’m Siamese The tug of war opens the door, entrada Rip me apart and see what’s inside this pinata And rolling kilos in gymstrada is one saga One chapter of black magic, I’m Harold Potter Feels like I’m doomed to dealing with women whom Relationships with their fathers won’t allow us to bloom And blossom, I swear this Vegas nights was awesome But adios I blow my own dice before I toss ‘em, loss ‘em Some other muthafuckers double crossed ‘em Tryna snatch my nigga back I blew a small fortune Russell with the work, we was like the four horsemen Rick Flair with the flame, I’m muthfucking Gorgeous, wooooooooo As the gull wing doors lift, Karate Kid, crane kick, no Jaden Smtih Whiter than the coke brush that they paint me with Sunk leather seats softer than an angels kiss But the devil red, tires double tread I’m posting parks up. that gets me double head Tight rope walking tryna keep a level head The bright lights blind look what the devil did Yeah [Kanye West] It’s hip hop, this is euphemism for a new religion The soul music for the slaves that the youth is missing This is more than just my road to redemption Malcolm West had the whole nation standing to attention As long as I’m in Polo’s they think they got me But they would try to crack me if they ever saw a black me I thought I chose a field where they couldn’t sack me If a nigga ain't running shootin a jump shot running a track meet But this pimp is, on the top of mount Olympus Ready for the World’s game, this is my Olympics We make ‘em say ho cause the game is so pimpish Choke a South Park writer with a fishstick And I assisted to get up offa this dick And these drugs, fans can't resist it Remember, remind of when they tried to have Ali enlisted If I ever one of the greatest homie, I must have missed it!2

Hip-HopRap

Slap

Ludacris

[Hook - 2X] I know it's strange But my brain's gone really insane And I'm off the chain Sipping on a fifth of the Golden Grain I feel like slapping a nigga today (slap slap) Slapping a nigga today I feel like slapping a nigga today (slap slap) Slapping a nigga today Slapping a nigga today [Verse 1] This morning, I woke up on the wrong side of the bed (bed) I'm sick of people putting lies in my head (head) I don't really wanna work, I'm tired I hate my 9 to 5 And I'm thinking bout killing my boss today Killing my boss today I'm thinking bout killing my boss today (it's just a thought man) Killing my boss today (yeah) Yesterday my best friend died (died) Somebody came and took his life (life) Now I'm looking up at the sky Have you ever seen a grown man cry? And I'm asking why did you take him away? Why did you take him away? I'm asking why did you take him away? (why'd you take him?) Why did you take him away? (hey) See Ludacris LiveGet tickets as low as $37You might also likeI need some money please (please) I can barely make it on these streets (these streets) Cause I got a couple mouths to feed My baby's in dire need So I'm thinking bout robbing a bank today Robbing a bank today I'm thinking bout robbing a bank today Robbing a bank today (real talk) Baby mama's at home and fussing (fussing) Calling up my mobile cussing (cussing) Always yapping about this and that But she really don't be talking bout nothing Somebody take my pain away (Take my pain away) Take my pain away (please) Somebody take my pain away (hey) Take my pain away (I can't take it) [Hook] [Verse 2] Somebody just broke in my ride (ride) Snatched up everything inside (inside) Even got my 45 How am I supposed to survive When I know that my stereo's taken away? Stereo's taken away? When I know that my stereo's taken away? (I need my music, man!) Stereo's taken away? (hey!) Gas prices are way too high Rich people are way too fly And I'm where I wanna be in my life But why am I so behind? Is it cause I'm wasting my time away? Wasting my time away? Is it cause I'm wasting my time away? (too lazy) Wasting my time away? (I can't help it!) My grandmama's nerves are bad (bad) And everybody in the hood is mad (mad) Cause President Bush could give a damn about our ass So I don't wanna hear shit that he has to say (don't say nothing!) Shit that he has to say I don't wanna hear shit that he has to say Shit that he has to say (woo!) Troops gone and we still at war (war) Nobody even really knows what for (what for) Even more I'm scared to find what the world really has in store Cause you know that tomorrow's not promised today (it's not promised, man) Tomorrow's not promised today Cause you know that tomorrow's not promised today (live like today could be your last, man!) Tomorrow's not promised today (hey!) [Hook 4X]5

Hip-HopRap

French!

Tyler, The Creator

[Verse 1: Tyler, the Creator] Got all the Black bitches mad 'cause my main bitch vanilla She tryna get her groove back like Stella, grab the umbrella When it comes to your perception of my shit, I'm Helen Keller When it comes to the perfection of my shit, I know you smell the Rectum, I'm like a chromosome, I always X 'em Like Wolverine's stepson, attacking a deadly weapon I'm opening a church to sell coke and Led Zeppelin And fuck Mary in her ass— Haha, yo I'm fucking Goldilocks up in the forest In the three-bear house, eating they motherfucking porridge I tell her it's my house, give her a tour in my basement And keep that bitch locked up in my storage Rape her and record it, then edit it with more shit Octopussy, special effect, direct Bitches, we banging, and please never disrespect my set With Canons hanging from our necks like it's a motherfucking circus [Chorus: Hodgy, Tyler, the Creator & Both] You little niggas better check my French (My French) Ugh, you getting money? Better check my French (My French) Uh, what time is it, huh? check my French (My French) If you got my shit, you better check my French (Motherfucker!) I'm making moves, sh— check my French (My French) I speak English, but check my French (My French) Your ho be on my penis, she check my French Bitch! You might also like[Verse 2: Tyler, the Creator & Hodgy] I guess I left my dignity up in the cupboard 'Cause every girl I'm digging When I'm digging in her pussy, I'm never using (A rubber) But fuck it, I guess I gotta stretch it out like it was flubber And leave it dripping green and red like double cheeseburgers Chewing on cum like bubblegum from Hubba This bitch knew dick like Bubba knew shrimp (Hahahaha) Yeah Yo, I'm seventeen, already sniffing blow I tell my friends it's asthma every time I start to itch my throat I got a new show for MTV: "Pimp My Boat" Because some bitch said my semen was dirty, that silly ho The most that they can do is fine me I'm hiding, somewhere where Chris Stokes can't find me "Oh no, Mr. Stokes, I don't like misters, no" Don't tell R. Kelly where my little sister go [Chorus: Hodgy, Tyler, the Creator & Both] You little niggas better check my French (My French) Ugh, you getting money? Better check my French (My French) Uh, what time is it, huh? check my French (My French) If you got my shit, you better check my French (Motherfucker!) I'm making moves, sh— check my French (My French) I speak English, but check my French (My French) Your ho be on my penis, she check my French Bitch! [Verse 3: Hodgy] Yo, you little niggas better check my French I got all-stars, and you can check my bench Left Brain, Super 3, Creator Ace Put expressions in the music and create the face Of the picture—punchline, figured out, "Ahh, I get you" No, you don't, nigga, so why don't you go'n' figure? You seem confused anyway, pressured enough? You the type to do the choke when the pressure is up The pressure is the pump, and the pressure is us Bitches having eargasms, and the pleasure is us Niggas wanna be O.F. and write letters to us Competition's competition, yo, you better than us? Digest what I'm saying? I don't think so We sick shit, throw it up down in the sink, yo These Odd niggas are beginning to spill these pink flows We think sorta odd, so we think so [Verse 4: Tyler, the Creator] Crusing in my go-kart at Walmart selling cupcakes Go 'head, admit it, faggot, this shit is tighter than butt rape That involve Ballpark Franks and silver duct tape Pornos, some hormones, and boxes of DiGiorno You homos is loco, you probably drinking Cuervo With some vatos, with the door closed, watching "Zorro" You homos [Outro: Tyler, the Creator & Dr. TC] O.F. Yes So, are you dating anyone right now? You know, or... No, I'm— I'm just playing the field, just for now Ah, so... I'm guessing she's white, since she's "vanilla" Haha28

Unknown

Go To Sleep

Eminem

[Verse 1: Eminem] I ain't gonna eat, I ain't gonna sleep Ain't gonna breathe 'til I see what I wanna see And what I wanna see is you go to sleep in the dirt Permanently; you just being hurt Just ain't gonna work for me, it just wouldn't be Sufficient enough 'cause we are just gonna be Enemies as long as we breathe, I don't ever see Either of us comin' to terms where we can agree There ain't gonna be no reasonin' speakin' with me You speak on my seed, then me no speak-a Inglés, So we gonna beef, and keep on beefin' unless You're gonna agree to meet with me in the flesh And settle this face-to-face, and you're gonna see A demon unleashed in me that you've never seen And you're gonna see this gangster pee on himself I see you D12, and thanks, but me need no help Me do this one all by my lonely, I don't need fifteen of my homies When I see you, I'm seein' you, me and you only We never met, but best believe you gon' know me When I'm this close to see you exposed as phony Come on, bitch, show me! Pick me up, throw me! Lift me up, hold me—just like you told me You was gonna do, that's what I thought, you're pitiful, I'm rid of you, all of you, Ja, you'll get it too, You might also like[Chorus: Eminem & DMX] Now go to sleep, bitch! Die, motherfucker, die! Ugh, time's up, bitch, close your eyes! Go to sleep, bitch! (What!) Why are you still alive? How many times I gotta say, close your eyes! And go to sleep, bitch! (What!) Die, motherfucker, die! Bye, bye, motherfucker, bye, bye! Go to sleep, bitch! (What!) Why are you still alive? Why? Die, motherfucker! Ah, ah, ah, go to sleep, bitch! [Verse 2: Obie Trice] We got you niggas nervous on purpose To hurt your focus, you's not MCs You's worthless, you's not them G's You's a circus, you's no appeal, please Use curtains, you use words Kool Herc slurred In two-thousand-third: you's perpin' You's no threat, who's you servin'? When lyrically oughta bury you beneath the dirt when You fuck with a label overseein' the Earth Shady, mothafucka, O. Trice's birth And as I mold I become more cursed So we can put down the verse, take it to the turf Cock and squeeze, and he who reach the hearse Is he who depicts fiction in his verse And as I breathe, and you be deceased The world believe you deceived just to speak You's not the streets, you's the desk Use not your chest, nigga, use a vest Before tools choose your rest, you chose death Six feet deep, nigga, that's the depth [Chorus: Eminem & DMX] Now go to sleep, bitch! Die, motherfucker, die! Ugh, time's up, bitch, close your eyes! Go to sleep, bitch! (What!) Why are you still alive? How many times I gotta say, close your eyes! And go to sleep, bitch! (What!) Die, motherfucker, die! Bye, bye, motherfucker, bye, bye! Go to sleep, bitch! (What!) Why are you still alive? Why? Die, motherfucker! Ah, ah, ah, go to sleep, bitch! [Verse 3: DMX] Hey dog, I'ma walk like a beast (Yeah), talk like the streets (Yeah) I'ma stay blazin' New York with the heat (Yeah) Stalk on the beat (Yeah), walk with my feet (Ugh!) Understand my pain, the rain ain't sweet (What!) Peep how I'm movin' (Uh-huh), peep where I'm goin' (Uh-huh) Shit don't seep, then sleep not knowin' (Woo!) But I'ma keep growin', gettin' larger than life Easy goin' but the same one that started the fight He be knowin' how dog get when dog gon' bite (Ugh!) Tried to show him the dog shit, it's dog for life (Ugh!) Grand Champ, and my Blood Line is tight (What!) 'Cause it's all good (Yeah!), 'cause it's all right (Come on!) Niggas tried to holla but couldn't holla back Now they got to swallow everything in the sack, Blood Line, and we can go track for track Damn, dog, why you had to do them niggas like that? [Chorus: Eminem & DMX] Now go to sleep, bitch! Die, motherfucker, die! Ugh, time's up, bitch, close your eyes! Go to sleep, bitch! (What!) Why are you still alive? How many times I gotta say, close your eyes! And go to sleep, bitch! (What!) Die, motherfucker, die! Bye, bye, motherfucker, bye, bye! Go to sleep, bitch! (What!) Why are you still alive? Why? Die, motherfucker! Ah, ah, ah, go to sleep, bitch! [Outro: Eminem & DMX] All you motherfuckers, take that! (Ugh!) Here, take this too, bitch! Uh, uh, uh, uh, wahoo! We're killing all you motherfuckers dead All of you! Fake-ass gangsters! No more press! No more press! Rot, motherfuckers, rot! (Uh-huh!) Decay, in the dirt, bitch, in the motherfuckin' dirt! Die nameless bitch! Die nameless! No more fame! Ahh, hahahaha Yo, X, come on, man! (Woo!) Obie, let's go! Ha ha88

Rap

Written in the Stars

Tinie Tempah

[Chorus: Eric Turner] Oh, written in the stars A million miles away, a message to the main, oh Seasons come and go, but I will never change And I'm on my way (Let's go!) [Verse 1: Tinie Tempah] Yeah, you're listening now They say they ain't heard nothing like this in a while That's why they play my song on so many different dials 'Cause I got more fuckin' hits than a disciplined child So when they see me everybody brrrap, brrraps Man I’m like a young gun fully black Barack I cried teardrops over the Massive Attack I only make hits like I work with a racquet and bat Look at my jacket and hat, so damn berserk So down to earth, I'm bringing gravity back Adopted by the major, I want my family back People work hard just to get all their salary taxed Look, I'm just a writer from the ghetto like Malorie Blackman (Where the hell's all the sanity at?) Damn I used to be the kid that no one cared about That's why you have to keep screaming 'til they hear you out [Chorus: Eric Turner] Oh, written in the stars A million miles away, a message to the main, oh Seasons come and go, but I will never change And I'm on my way You might also like[Post-Chorus: Eric Turner & Tinie Tempah] 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) Oh, oh, oh, oh (oh) [Verse 2: Tinie Tempah] Yeah, I needed a change, when we ate, we never tipped Because we needed the change, I needed a break For a sec, I even gave up believing and praying I even done illegal stuff and was leaded astray They say that money is the root to the evilest ways But have you ever been so hungry, it keeps you awake? Mate, now my hunger would leave them amazed, great It feels like a long time coming, fam Since the day I thought of that cunning plan One day I had a dream, I tried to chase it But I wasn't going nowhere, running man I knew that maybe someday I would understand Tryna change a tenner to a hundred grand Everyone's a kid that no one cares about You just gotta keep screaming 'til they hear you out [Chorus: Eric Turner] Oh, written in the stars A million miles away, a message to the main, oh Seasons come and go, but I will never change And I'm on my way [Post-Chorus: Eric Turner & Tinie Tempah] Oh, oh, oh, oh (oh) Oh, oh, oh, oh (oh) Oh, oh, oh, oh (oh) Oh, oh, oh, oh (oh) Oh, oh, oh, oh (iSHI) Oh, oh, oh, oh (Eric Turner) Oh, oh, oh, oh (Let's go) [Chorus: Eric Turner] Oh, written in the stars A million miles away, a message to the main, oh Seasons come and go, but I will never change And I'm on my way27

Alternative

Fight Music

D12

[Chorus: Eminem] This kind of music, use it, and you get amped to do shit Whenever you hear some shit and you can't refuse it It's just some shit for these kids to trash they rooms with Just refuse whenever they asked to do shit The type of shit that you don't have to ask who produced it You just know that's the new shit The type of shit that causes mass-confusion And drastic movement of people actin' stupid [Verse 1: Kon Artis] I come to every club with intention to do harm With a prosthetic arm and smellin' like Boone's Farm Hidin' under tables as soon as I hear alarms Paranoid thief that'll steal from his own mom Kunivin' Kon Artis with a bomb Strapped to my stomach, screamin', "Let's get it on!" A lush that love to drink, drunk-drivin' a tank Rollin' over a bank, cops see me and faint It's drastic, I'm past my limit of coke I think I'll up my high by slittin' your throat Push your baby carriage into the street 'til it's mince meat Your mens been beat the minute I step onto your street This is fight music [Verse 2: Bizarre] You know why my hands are so numb? (No?) 'Cause my grandmother sucked my dick and I didn't cum (Oh) Smacked this whore for talkin' crap So what if she's handicapped? The bitch said Bizarre couldn't rap I fuckin' hate you, I'll take your drawers down and rape you While Dr. Dre videotapes you (Hell yeah!) Satan done got me on this song, eatin' a hot dog Readin' the Holy Qur'an while I'm on the john Tired of wearin' this yellow thong Take it back, Sisqo, you know where it belongs Now, here's a gun, I'll put it in your palm Now go over there and blow up Dru Hill's arms Fuck the love songs! You might also like[Chorus: Eminem] This kind of music, use it, and you get amped to do shit Whenever you hear some shit and you can't refuse it It's just some shit for these kids to trash they rooms with Just refuse whenever they asked to do shit The type of shit that you don't have to ask who produced it You just know that's the new shit The type of shit that causes mass-confusion And drastic movement of people actin' stupid [Verse 3: Proof] Just bring who you gon' bring on Who you gon' swing on I'm King Kong, guns blow you to kingdom-come Show you machine gun funk Sixteen M16's, one pump The snub in my paw, shove it in your jaws Have you runnin' out this fuckin' club in your drawers We lovin' the brawls; there's nothin' to applaud But fuck it, it's all good The hood is up in us all; it's fight music [Verse 4: Swifty McVay & Eminem] I'm a nigga that loves scuffles And won't hesitate to sock you again with swollen knuckles I'm like that, catch a nigga like bear traps Blow his head back Right in front of the precinct (You hear that?) I slap your freak, bump you and won't speak If you step on my feet, you get drowned in your own drink I suffocated my shrink just for talkin' Came back and fucked up his pallbearers And made them drop his coffin; it's fight music [Verse 5: Kuniva] These beads I'm swingin' is stingin' them See all these niggas? When I step in the club I'm bringin' them If any nigga lookin' too hard, we Rodney King'n them Malice Greening them And gasolinin' them with premium Light a cigarette, flick it at 'em, or spit it at 'em Hold up a picture of his family and kick it at him Blast while you right-hookin', right when your wife's lookin' Fuck fight music, bitch, this is losing-your-life music [Verse 6: Eminem] If I could capture the rage of today's youth and bottle it Crush the glass with my bare hands and swallow it And spit it back in the faces of you racists And hypocrites who think the same shit but don't say shit You Liberaces, Versaces, and you Nazis Watch me, 'cause you figured you got me in this hot seat You motherfuckers wanna judge me 'cause you're not me You'll never stop me, I'm top speed and you pop me I came to save these new generations of babies From parents who failed to raise them 'cause they're lazy To grow to praise me, I'm makin' them go crazy That's how I got this whole nation to embrace me And you fugazi if you think I'ma admit wrong I cripple any hypocritic critic I'm sicked on And this song is for any kid who gets picked on A sick song to retaliate to, and it's called— [Chorus: Eminem] This kind of music, use it, and you get amped to do shit Whenever you hear some shit and you can't refuse it It's just some shit for these kids to trash they rooms with Just refuse whenever they asked to do shit The type of shit that you don't have to ask who produced it You just know that's the new shit The type of shit that causes mass-confusion And drastic movement of people actin' stupid It's fight music79

Hip-Hop

What If

Jadakiss

[Verse 1: Jadakiss] Yo, take a second What if we could rewind the hood? Better yet, what if the LOX woulda signed with Suge? What if Puffy never signed us? What if Oprah made them comments like Imus? What if you designed this? Thought like I did, said it like this What if Peyton was fightin' dogs instead of Mike Vick? What if Arnold woulda just let Tookie get Life? What if BIG missed the party? What if Pac missed the fight? What if you was caged in? What would you change then? What if there was no Rockefeller law for made men? What if the hate ran through me? And what if Portland woulda drafted Jordan instead of Sam Bowie? What if you really had to be nice to get a deal? What if all of these rappers ice was really real? What if I hit you wit the razor from cheek to chin? What if Mike Jackson never woulda bleached his skin? [Chorus: Jadakiss] What if you never knew things that you needed to know? What if you never been places you needed to go? What if you get there and learn them as you go? What if is the question, can I ask them once more? What if you never knew things that you needed to know? What if you never been places you needed to go? What if you get there and learn them as you go? What if is the question, can I ask them once more? See Jadakiss LiveGet tickets as low as $41You might also like[Verse 2: Jadakiss] What if the pain went away? What if you changed in a day? What if you could eliminate all the games people played? What if Shyne beat the case? What if Diddy did a dime flat? What if Nelson Mandela could give his time back? What if Malcolm was silent? What if Martin was violent? What if you could really sneak a Uzi on the Island? Yeah, what if I made you kiss the nina? What if a brick was only just a misdemeanor? What if Manhattan was hit by Hurricane Katrina? What if a Black man was the one controllin' FEMA? What if we ain't never let emotions come between us? What if the last time we rode somebody seen us? [Chorus: Jadakiss] What if you never knew things that you needed to know? What if you never been places you needed to go? What if you get there and learn them as you go? What if is the question, can I ask them once more? What if you never knew things that you needed to know? What if you never been places you needed to go? What if you get there and learn them as you go? What if is the question, can I ask them once more? [Verse 3: Nas] Yo, I flow calm but don't push What if Saddam hung Bush? What if 'One Mic' was called one hook? What if the Bridge never showed me how to hold a weapon? What if I ran up in that sick chick with no protection? What if I never wore an Army jacket? Carhartt to match it, unlaced Timbs The hood on my first album cover under plastic What if I was another corny rapper? What if I went instead of Notorious? Who would tell my story after? What if I love less and lust more? If Obama was on Rushmore Would Ali give Tyson a bust jaw? What if I never glared out that project window? Would never be scared for the life of me and my kinfolk What if that gun pin broke? I would never laid back in the Enzo, all red What if real niggas was all dead? What if Hilary and them was Reptilian? And 2012 was the end of men and all world civilians? [Chorus: Jadakiss] What if you never knew things that you needed to know? What if you never been places you needed to go? What if you get there and learn them as you go? What if is the question, can I ask them once more? What if you never knew things that you needed to know? What if you never been places you needed to go? What if you get there and learn them as you go? What if is the question, can I ask them once more?4

Hip Hop

Michael Knight

Curren$y

[Intro] Yeah (Lames catch feelings, we catch flights) Uh (Jet Life, Jet Life) Scoodododododododododoo Yeah (Scoodododododododododoo) Race-cars and weed jars [Verse 1] I got a style for every bump in your face Greaseball-ass nigga Pontiac Judge, open-and-shut case You know I'm bowtie 'til I die Though I made an exception for this '69, so quick off the line Coin double-side, no matter what, we heads up We in the yard, tell your dogs they should beware of us We break it off, like an engagement gone bad I fill your jacuzzi with them groupies, make it a bird bath — miss me? No, you didn't, bitch—with that bullshit, miss me Tryna claim Spitta' name, tryna be Miss me All of that: kicks to me, silly rabbit trickery You only around because my spot is where you wish to be Hope to catch me sleeping by being freaky, but baby girl Let me be the first to say it's not that easy I wasn't born yesterday, nor later on that evening Just had to get that out the way and make the playing field even Yeah See Curren$y LiveGet tickets as low as $83You might also like[Hook] Uh, Michael Knight, Michael Knight, Michael Knight Michael Knight, Michael Knight, Michael Knight Michael Knight, scoodododododododododoo Michael Knight, Michael Knight, Michael Knight Michael Knight, Michael Knight, Michael Knight Michael Knight, scoodododododododododoo [Verse 2] And the view from the rocking chair improves But I have yet to see a team fucking with the crew Near and far, I saw it all, wide-frame Everything with wings ain't a plane, mayne Endo get rolled up like car windows Avoiding the policemans, them Carl Winslows The wind blow and change, and I am not mad Ol' garbage bag rappers need to find a style fast It's written all over niggas like a Dapper Dan Survive rough lands, cactus plants growing in desert sands Alive I stand, left for dead, though a nigga didn’t die I got highed up so I could autograph the sky... fool [Hook] Michael Knight, Michael Knight, Michael Knight Michael Knight, Michael Knight, Michael Knight Michael Knight, scoodododododododododoo Michael Knight, Michael Knight, Michael Knight Michael Knight, Michael Knight, Michael Knight Michael Knight, scoodododododododododoo2

Hip-Hop

On Some Real Shit (100,000 Bars)

Mac Miller

[Intro] I know you gotta feel this I'm on some real shit, I'm on some real shit, I'm on some real shit I know you gotta feel this I'm on some real shit, I'm on some real shit, I'm on some real shit (Let's go) Check it out I'm on some real shit, I'm on some real shit, I'm on some real shit (One time, one time) I know you gotta feel this (Your boy Mac) I'm on some real shit, I'm on some real shit, I'm on some real shit (Let's go) [Verse] I pull my hoodie down and take a look around Sounds that shook a town, man, it feel good to smile So I shouldn't frown when the night is lookin' down Mirror, mirror on the wall, who the smoothest crook around? Takin' some dollars and makin' away from Impalas Shakin' the Jakes 'cause they chasin' the face of a robber Actin' goofy, absolutely 'Cause my passion suits me, so blast the tunes, please I see the world with four eyes, hip-hop tour guide Hear the war cries, rap or die Wanna get signed, drive a four-door ride Be more fly, 'til then I'll just soar by with a wave I'm a bat in the cave Sit back in the shade when I'm passin' the haze Misbehave, I'm a trouble-makin' teenager [?] to please haters Seat taker, three-term mayor Gettin' re-elected just three terms later, uh I've seen greater days, so let the haters play their game Dreams fade away when you make the predator the prey The ace of spades can make it's way to save the day But from the start a club of heart was diamond Now I'm in Zion flyin' through the skyline The game on my back, I got five spines Black cat with nine lives, time flies by So I got one life to lose it, but how will I use it? Uh I put it all in the music, 'cause y'all pussy Fold away before they hand you cards Broke-ass rapper, now you dancin' with the stars I'm handlin' these bars like a simple situation Bassin' on them cats who don't fit in the equation Patience is a virtue, but fuck it, I want it now Get my record deal ready, get Diddy up on the dial Hello. what's up, Puffy? I'm on my grind and hungry Throw me to the people, they gon' love me, trust me, ha 'Cause these older cats is gettin' a little rusty It's time for a change like Barack said And I don't care, hip-hop is not dead Spit hot lead, but none of these haters get shot dead They don't bother me, I'll even play 'em for my wife Kick back, have a laugh while you complain about your life Grr, you hate Mac and you say you gon' fight It's all good, bro, you entertainment for tonight Like I'ma be mad you hatin' 'cause I'm white Do a lot of cryin', lettin' pain out on the mic 'Cause overall I'm iller than most of y'all, y'all pussy Never ever goin' for it all, you scared of a little risky coachin' call What happened? I thought you was a know-it-all? I stay smokin' well, haze got a potent smell It take me back to kickin' raps back in show-and-tell I wanted to show people, all of my bro's peoples Have a dude come up like "Yo, I know people" The need for Dead Presidents, this dough evil So lethal, police'll always try to beat you Seat you down, try and have you run your mouth Bring your mother out, "Look what your son is now," haha See, my mom, she know her son is well The youngest child, she been through it for a while 9-1-1 on the dial with a smile 'Cause I'm wild, foul child style, haha Too focused on my grind to ever catch an "F" My heart in it, down eight with five seconds left I want the best, won't settle for nothin' less And I always stay dressed in somethin' fresh So keep your head on straight and show respect to the game And that's what this beat messaged my brainYou might also like4

Hip-HopRap

Every Girl

Trey Songz

[Trey Songz] (C'mon) I like a long hair redbone thick, with them legs long (YUP) Shawty head strong, blow me till her head gone Shawty scream loud, shawty gone moan Call that music to my ears, headphone After we get it in, you can head home Then I'm a get your friend, in my bedroom I often fantasize I could get all you in a ride Get so much pussy I bet you I can guess yo panty size August 4th, is you ready for me girl I fuck you better than dem niggas in your world Lick that kitty cat until she purrs meow Beat it up so bad you wanna curse me out If you top modeling, if ya twitter following If you in a whip, who give a shit what kinda car you in Every girl I just want your bodies, let me borrow them Treat em like they need it, I'll massage, touch and fondle them Paint your body naked on my wall and when you modeling You bust it wide open like you always had it bottled in Drizzy told G to throw his feet up on the ottoman I'm starving, so I'm eating all the singers I go harder then Pause, then I start again Fall coming hard again I just killed the summer and the shit ain't really started yet All of my regards are in I kill and send a card to them Fuck what niggas think I hit the bank and start depositing I tried to told them I'm a problem You should bet the over not the under Tho the odds have been in favor of these ugh niggas You know they love trigga Finger fuckin make em bust Get it, they love trigga You can catch me with the finest Some age like my wine is or short like my time is Let me tell you what a dime is She make me, wanna tear it apart and eat it up like she was prime ribs She knows just how to grind it Make them boys lose it and I know just how to find it Cupid said I'm stupid cause I show you where my mind is Heads up, shawty lift your legs up Oh, Oh I'm nasty, I'm nasty Don't you be appalled shawty I got what your ass need? Just kiddin I ain't tryna be inconsiderate But next time you bring your girls with you, consider this See Trey Songz LiveGet tickets as low as $109You might also like[Hook]1

RBSoul

Before I’m Gone

J. Cole

[Verse 1] I hit the weed, I told myself the last time would be my last I don’t trust my own niggas, now my mind racing fast Got my foot up on the gas, got a hundred on the dash If the police run up on me, I ain't stopping for they ass Boy, you know my L's dirty, if they stop me, I'm goin' to jail surely I’ll be next to my brother in the cell, no bail for me "Man, let me out, send me back to bitches that smell purdy" And all I gotta do is call once and she there all ready Yeah, buddy, can't you tell I'm goin' through hell? I don’t even open my mail I’m in the shower with a soap and the towel, I need cleansing Bad bitches all on the prowl they need Benzes Pussy niggas running they mouth and we ain't flinching They names ain't even mentioned I got dreams bigger than your whole team You niggas so broke yet somehow you so green I guess it's envy, started with a penny now I’m getting plenty money [Chorus] Huh, and one time for the city, yeah And two times for you, hey And one time for the city, hey And two times for you, uhh [Verse 2] Look kid, it's raining outside boy, fuck an umbrella Niggas banging outside boy, they guns'll dumbbell a nigga Tired of telling niggas that's deceased "Rest in Peace" We tired of only having just a piece And fuck policing, they killing niggas, what's the reason? His daughter starving and she fucking freezing So no wonder why he fucking squeezing They out here bussin', leavin' niggas stuck and bleedin' on the flo' Bullets wet you like it's semen on a ho Breathing slow man, I'm in hell One day you tryna make rent, next day you in jail Lord knows he meant well So I take the pencil and write like a pen pal Some shit that’s darker than the tints up on the windshield Uh, welcome to Sinville where niggas on base Shit is looking like an infield, high as a Sprint bill What you think? That's the reason why this ink in my pen kills Phony niggas until they are extinct, bitch I’ve been real You might also like[Chorus] Huh, and one time for the city, hey, uh And two times for you, yeah And one time for the city, hey, hm And two times for you, hey [Verse 3] Them old niggas sayin', "Cole the wrong one bringin' the city shine All he ever doin’ is paintin' pictures of crime Tellin' stories of pain, paintin' pictures of dope" Bitch if you listenin', I'm paintin’ pictures of hope, huh That boy in class embarrassed because he broke Hopin’ today he won’t be the butt of somebody’s joke See me I lived it all from dirt-poor in a trailer Worried about my mother and never trustin' my neighbors To middle-class with a backyard and my own room To bein’ the only black kid in my homeroom Academically gifted and followed my own rules Was runnin' the streets, hey ma, I’ll be home soon Was out chasin' hoes, was out hoopin' Them niggas wasn't ballin' but yet they was foul shootin', uh So meet the newest role model who don't know how to fake this shit Never sold a rock and look, I made it bitch [Chorus] Huh, and one time for the city, yeah And two times for you, hey And one time for the city, yeah And two times for you, hey [Outro] Girl it's been so long, I've been gone from you But you ain't gotta worry 'bout the thangs I do It's hard but the thought of you would ease my pain Girl I promise they gon' know our name, uh Ain’t seen you smile in a while But I been dreamin' 'bout you Oh oh oh38

Hip-HopRap

Shit Can Happen

D12

[Intro: Rondell Beene & Eminem] Bitch Yeah Shit can happen, shit can happen Shit can happen, shit can happen Shit can happen, shit can happen Shit can happen, shit can happen [Verse 1: Kon Artis] That's right motherfuckers, we back Same slanging, orangatanging, wilding out on hoodrats They say I act like I'm too famous to say "Hi" And tell 'em what my name is, but really I'm still nameless You niggas don't get it yet, do you? Deal or not, platinum or flop, I still put it through you With a Luger that'll spit fire And hit higher than a pitch by a bitch like Mariah You think for one second since we got a deal That we won't deal wit' you in front of St. Andrew's still? You gay rappers better learn that I won't stop until I see 'em turn back If you don't slow that roll you got, you gon' see these Runyon Ave. niggas that really need some Prozac Fo' sho' that, ask the others, Brigade'll lay you down Next to your mother's mother's grandmother [Verse 2: Kuniva] You know I'm feeling real rowdy tonight, ready to fight (What up, dawg?) And half the niggas I give dap to I don't even like (What up?) The same cat who never gave a damn about your name I gives a fuck about it like the next L.A. Clippers' game (Fucking bitch) I kill you in ways you couldn't even fathom (Punk) You and your madame, it's really unexplainable how I have 'em (That's right) Who call theyself screaming about a challenge (What?) Nigga we got a gift while you barely making it off mere talent My skills are deeply embedded even your ho said it (Uh-huh) She was knock kneed, I fucked her, now she's bow-legged In the middle of rapping, I drop the mic (What?) And have a stare down and jump in the crowd and start scrapping (Bitch) Kuniv' and Kon Artis, my nigga, we get it cracking (That's right) While the paramedics pick you up, we on the side, laughing (Ha-ha-ha-ha) You might also like[Chorus: Kon Artis] Shit can happen Now this ain't funny, so don't you dare laugh Shit can happen Shit can happen to him and yo' ass Shit can happen You can be touched, don't think you can't Shit can happen 'Cause niggas ain't fuckin around no more, man Shit can happen This ain't funny, so don't you dare laugh Shit can happen Shit can happen to him and yo' ass Shit can happen You can be touched, don't think you can't Shit can happen 'Cause niggas ain't fuckin around no more, man [Verse 3: Swifty McVay] The feds can't hold me (Why?), I hold feds I was born with a dark ass cloud over my head (Uh-huh) Raining acid (Man), you can't refrain from getting yo' ass kicked 'Cause you talk too much, you asked for it (Woah, woah, woah) I'm on some massive shit, everybody ignore me They wouldn't fuck with me if I was performing at an orgy These niggas get confronted, then they change stories (What up now?) I cut you and they thinking everything's hunky dory I even have you pouring me the gasoline for me Pulling up slowly, cocktailing your homie You met a lot of niggas, but you wouldn't wanna know me (For real) Yo' ass might not even make it home wit' your Rollie Don't even try, in your system like E. coli Trying to beef with me, nigga please, yo' people die I'm so wicked that my mama gave birth illegally (Uh-huh) I survived the abortion immediately, surprise (Aah!) [Verse 4: Eminem & Kon Artis] Picture me sitting in a jail cell rotting (Shit) Or barricaded in a motel with twelve shotguns So when the cops come knocking each hand's got one Cocked, ready to dump slugs heavy as shotputs One man army, guns can't harm me Young and ornery, worse than my Uncle Ronnie Ever since I got my first gun pulled on me I can't stop airing out my dirty laundry Middle fingers flipped at censorship Your friends just flipped over the swift penmanship Ever since I spit some shit on Infinite I've been giving it a hundred and ten percent 'Cause when I vent, most of my energy's spent on enemies Eighty percent of what I invent is Hennessy (*burp*) Twenty percent is from being hungry as sin 10's because I love being under your skin, yeah (Shit) Shit can happen, so stick to rapping Quit the yapping or I'ma lift the MAC and That can lead to another mishap happening Skip the crap, get the can of whoopass cracking [Chorus: Kon Artis] Shit can happen Now this ain't funny, so don't you dare laugh Shit can happen Shit can happen to him and yo' ass Shit can happen You can be touched, don't think you can't Shit can happen 'Cause niggas ain't fuckin around no more, man Shit can happen This ain't funny, so don't you dare laugh Shit can happen Shit can happen to him and yo' ass Shit can happen You can be touched, don't think you can't Shit can happen 'Cause niggas ain't fuckin around no more, man [Outro: Eminem] Shit can happen It can and it will (Nigga, nigga) Shit can happen Fuck around with Amityville Shit can happen And you die, insanity spills Shit can happen From the mentality of twelve motherfuckers Shit can happen In six different bodies with their personalities split Shit can happen Fucking you up with hit after hit Shit can happen Sticking you up with clip after clip Shit can happen Making you suck dick after dick Shit can happen Dirty motherfucking dozen Shit can happen The Kon Artis Shit can happen Motherfucking Peter S. Bizarre Swifty McVay The Kuniva Dirty father-fucking Harry Putting you down in a cemetery You get buried All you of you motherfuckers Suck our motherfucking cocks We are not playing We are not playing We are not bullshitting This is not a motherfucking joke All of you motherfuckers get smoked15

Hip-Hop

Revelation

D12

[Hook: Eminem] I don't wanna go to school, I don't need no education! (We don't need no education) I don't wanna be like you, I don't wanna save the nation! (daddy no!) I just wanna live my life, every day a celebration! (We don't need no thought control) One day, I'ma leave this world, I'm waiting for the revelation! [Verse 1: Bizarre] I wanna kill myself! I'm still debating In front of a Baptist church masturbating, praying to Satan Think I'm crazy 'cause I smoke crack Live on B with the mac in a two family flat (Fuck it) Tired of getting hit in the face with a broom My moms on her period, my dad's in my room (Daddy, no!) I got ten rocks and I need to get out I sold them in five minutes, at my own damn house (Moms smoke crack) My poor grandmother, God bless her soul The bitch got AIDS (Aww), she just waiting to die of a cold (Hahaha) There's three things that keep me from being a Nazi: I'm black, a fag, and my dad's Liberace [Verse 2: Kon Artis] No matter how bad the beating, I went to school cheating My dad whooped my ass at a PTA meeting Skipping school I had to have nuts just to do it Got bored and became truant When I had the gall to go I just couldn't do it I was lured into corners by the peer pressure shit How would you feel if you was held by the tip of a barrel Getting threatened to get your skin ripped to bone marrow? Bet suburban kids never got rushed for their apparel Like me, outcast, last to class First to leave, when the teacher called on me Best believe I had something up my sleeve You might also like[Verse 3: Eminem] I've been praised and labeled as crazed My mother was unable to raise me, full of crazy rage An angry teenager, nothing can change me back Gangsta rap made me act like a maniac I was boosting, so influenced by music I used it As an excuse to do shit, ooh, I was stupid No one can tell me nothing hip-hop overwhelmed me To the point where it had me in a whole 'nother realm It was like isolating myself was healthy It felt like we was on welfare but wealthy Compelled me to excel when school had failed me Expelled me and when the principal would tell me I was nothing, and I wouldn't amount to shit I made my first million and counted it Now look at, a fucking drop-out that quit Stupid as shit, rich as fuck, and proud of it That's why [Hook: Eminem] I don't wanna go to school, I don't need no education! (We don't need no education) I don't wanna be like you, I don't wanna save the nation! (Daddy, no!) I just wanna live my life, everyday a celebration! (I don't need no self control) One day, I'ma leave this world, I'm waiting for the revelation! [Verse 4: Swifty McVay] I was raised with a rifle and mask Steadily beating my psychiatrist's ass just for asking about my past (Bitch) I was never on that punk shit; fucking around Can get your beloved abducted, smothered in blood quick You couldn't pay Swift to give a fuck Was crazy like my father, it must've been poison in that nigga's nut Far as probation, fuck peeing in cups I violate at any time, let them see the blunt I grew up steadily masturbating inside of cells Young as hell, having conversations with myself You could tell I wasn't lenient, a disobedient Lynched and slapped teachers, bitch, I'm not reading it You don't know what dogs go through, a little nigga Sipping liquor with my old dude, what the fuck you gon' do? I'm quick to curse you, I told my mother that I'ma hurt you If you ever again mention that curfew [Verse 5: Kuniva] Look, my family ignores me and I don't like that They don't even listen when I tell them I'll be right back (Yeah, whatever) This nice beautiful house, ma, it don't mean shit 'Cause you know daddy's a drunk and he don't clean shit And yesterday, he hit me like a grown fucking man I couldn't stand up to him, I just ducked and ran I'm sick of this, I wish on Christmas That I can get a loaded four-fifth and put a fucking end to this (Fuck it) I got no friends and I can't get a bitch Only thing I have is dirty magazines and sticky fingertips Nothing to smile about, I'm about to lose my mind Got me an automatic .9, now I'm wilding out [Verse 6: Proof] When school's over, pu-pil are people to shoot through Kids going cuckoo, with a two-two Since my friend is this new dude, in this high school Losing his noodle learn that people don't like you The football jocks is, spitting on him Popular kids in school is now picking on him Burn out youngster niggas now hitting on him And his teacher in his english class keep flipping on him And now he's grounded with no allowances For drinking forty ounces, 'cause he was caught by his counselors And why the fuck I gotta ride the bench coach? Already got expelled for wearing a trench coat All I ever seen is... (Violence, violence...) Told me to keep silent, stop battin' my eyelids It's apparent that my parents weren't parents at all That's why I blow out my brains and slaughter you all (Fuck you!) [Hook: Eminem] I don't wanna go to school, I don't need no education! (We don't need no education) I don't wanna be like you, I don't wanna save the nation! (Daddy, no!) I just wanna live my life, everyday a celebration! (I don't need no self control) One day, I'ma leave this world, I'm waiting for the revelation! [Outro / Skit: Eminem] If you don't eat your meat, how can you have any pudding? How can you have any pudding if you don't eat your meat? If you don't eat your meat, you can't have any pudding! You can't have any pudding if you don't eat your meat!13

Hip-Hop

When the Music Stops

Eminem

[Intro: Bizarre] Music, reality: sometimes it's hard to tell the difference But we as entertainers have a responsibility to these kids Psych! [Verse 1: Eminem] If I were to die, murdered in cold blood tomorrow Would you feel sorrow, show love, or would it matter? Could never be the lead-off batter If there ain't shit for me to feed off, I'm see-saw battlin' But there's way too much at stake for me to be fake There's too much on my plate I done came way too far in this game to turn and walk away And not say what I got to say What the fuck you take me for, a joke? You smokin' crack? 'Fore I do that, I'd beg Mariah to take me back I'll get up 'fore I get down, run myself in the ground 'Fore I put some wack shit out I'm tryna smack this one out the park, five-thousand mark Y'all steady tryna drown a shark Ain't gon' do nothin' but piss me off Lid to the can of whip-ass, just twist me off See me leap out, pull a piece out Fuck shootin', I'm just tryna knock his teeth out Fuck with me now, bitch, let's see you freestyle Talk is cheap Motherfucker, if you really feelin' froggish, leap Yo, Slim, you gon' let him get away with that? He tried to play you, you can't let him escape with that Man, I hate this crap This ain't rap, this is crazy, the way we act When we confuse hip-hop with real life when the music stops You might also like[Verse 2: Swifty McVay] Ain't no gettin' rid of McVay, if so, you would've tried The only way I'm leavin' this bitch is suicide I have died clinically Arrived back at my enemy's crib with Hennessy Got drunk then I finished him I'm every nigga's favorite archenemy Physically fitted to be the most dangerous nigga with beef I spark willingly, with a Dillinger in the dark, diligently I'm not what you think I appear to be fucked up, mentally endangered I can't stay away from a razor I just want my face in a paper I wish a nigga had a grenade to squeeze tight to awake neighbors for acres (Bah) I'll murder you, I gauge and have me turn into A mad man, Son of Sam, bitch, I'm surgical I'm allergic to dyin', you think not? You got balls? We can see how large, when the music stops [Verse 3: Kon Artis] I was happy havin' a deal at first Thought money would make me happy But it only made my pain worse It hurts when you see your friends turn their back on you, dawg And you ain't got nothin' left but your word and your balls And you're stressed from the calls of your new friends Beggin' with their hands out Checkin' for your record when it's sellin' When it ain't, that's the end: no laughs, no friends No girls, just the gin you drink 'til your car spin You think, "Damn!" when you slam into the wall and you fall Out the car and try to crawl with one arm I'm 'bout to lose it all in a pool of alcohol If my funeral's tomorrow, wonder would they even call? When the music stops [Verse 4: Kuniva] Let's see how many of your men loyal When I pull up lookin' for you with a pistol sippin' a can of Pennzoil I'm revved up; who said what when lead bust? Your head just explode with red stuff I'm handcuffed, tossed in the paddy-wagon Braggin' about how you shouted like a coward Bullets devoured you, showered you niggas If I was you niggas, I'd run while given a chance Understand, I can enhance the spirit of man Death itself, it can't hurt me Just the thought of dyin' alone that really irks me You ain't worthy to speak thoughts of cheap talk Be smart and stop tryna walk how Gs walk before we spark Hug the floor while we playin' tug-of-war wit' your life Fuck a tour and a mic, I'd rather fuck a whore with a knife Deliver that shit that coroners like You hype poppin' shit in broad daylight, nigga, you're a goner at night When the music stops [Verse 5: Proof] Instigators turn pits in cages Let loose and bit the neighbors, wrist to razors Y'all don't want war, y'all want talk In the dark, my dogs all bark like, "Woof!" Proof, nigga, I'm a wolf Get your whole roof caved in like reindeer hooves Stomp the booth, shake the floor tiles loose The more y'all breathe, shit, the more I moves It's Hill Street, this is hardcore blues Put a gun to rap, check in all our dues, nigga Or make the news, bet you all y'all move When the Uzi pop, you better drop when the music stop [Verse 6: Bizarre] Music has changed my life in so many ways Brain's confused, been fucked since the 5th grade LL told me to rock the bells N.W.A said "Fuck tha Police," now I'm in jail '93 was strictly R&B Fucked up haircut, listened to Jodeci Michael Jackson, who gon' tell me I ain't Mike? Ass cheeks painted white, fuckin' Priscilla tonight Flyin' down Sunset, smokin' crack Transvestite in the front, Eddie Murphy in the back M.O.P. had me grimy and gritty Marilyn Manson, I dyed my hair blue and grew some titties Ludacris told me to throw them bows Now I'm in the hospital with a broken nose and a fractured elbow Voices in my head, I'm goin' in shock I'm reachin' for the Glock, but the music stops83

Rap

One Shot 2 Shot

Eminem

*gunshots and crowd hollering* [Intro: Fatt Father] I told y'all motherfuckers I was coming back (Oh shit) What now, nigga? What now? What? Brewster Projects, nigga [Hook: Eminem] One shot, two shot, three shots, four shots All I hear is gunshots, this is where the fun stops Bodies drop, hit the floor, music's off, party stops Everybody hit the door, somebody's licking shots off [Verse 1: Bizarre] Security's gone, I'm trapped in the club And I'm trying to run and get my motherfucking gun (Nigga, what about yo' wife?) Nigga, fuck my wife I'm trying to run and save my motherfucking life Oh, shit! The shooter's coming Bitches hollering, niggas running People, shot all over the floor And I'm trying to make it to the Saint Andrew's door (Hey, man) ...That's the sound of the Glock Even DJ House Shoes fucked around and got shot I done messed around, and forgot my TEC I don't see nobody, but Fatt Father and Hex You might also like[Verse 2: Kuniva, Eminem] (Kuniva, you alright?) These niggas is tripping (Where's Bizarre at?) (I don't know, man) I'm trying to slip through the exit and get to where my car is at Bitches screaming everywhere and niggas is wylin' Two minutes ago, we was all joking and smiling This chick is clinging on to me, sobbing and sighing Saying she didn't mean to diss me earlier, and she crying But it's real and it's on and caps is getting peeled So I hugged her and used her body as a human shield and She got hit, and now she's yelling (Don't leave me!) I told her I'd be right back and the dumb bitch believed me! I squeezed through the back door and made my escape I ran and got my .38, I hope it's not too late! [Hook: Eminem] One shot, two shot, three shots, four shots All I hear is gunshots, this is where the fun stops Bodies drop, hit the floor, music's off, party stops Everybody hit the door, somebody's licking shots off [Verse 3: Swifty, Kon Artis] (I been trying to call you all day, motherfucker, where you at?) I'm on 7 Mile...what the fuck was that? Damn, somebody hit me from the back! (What with? They car?) With a gat, nigga, and my tire flat And I just hit a pole, them niggas some hoes (Is you hit?) I don't know, but I can tell you what they drove It was a black Mitsubishi (Shit, that's the clique we beefing with!) Man! (I swear!) And I was on my way there Believe me, I'm leaving a carcass today And I'ma park my car and walk the rest of the way I'm in the mood to strut, my AK ain't even tucked I'ma meet you at the club, we gon' fuck these hoes up! [Hook: Eminem] One shot, two shot, three shots, four shots All I hear is gunshots, this is where the fun stops Bodies drop, hit the floor, music's off, party stops Everybody hit the door, somebody's licking shots off [Verse 4: Eminem] I never seen no shit like this in my life before People are still camped out from the night before Sleeping outside the door, waiting in line still Trying to get inside the club to see D12 perform The fire marshals know the venue's too small People are wall to wall, three-thousand and some odd Fans and some cum-wad from out the parking lot Gets in an argument over a parking spot Decides to pull his gun out and lets a few of them off Missed who he's aiming for, six feet away’s the door Into St. Andrew's Hall, now the strays flying all over the place Grazed one bitch in the face Another one of 'em came through the wall Before anyone could even hear the first shot go off I'm posted up at the bar, having a Mazel Tov Bullet whizzed right by my ear, damn near shot it off Thank God I'm alive, I gotta find Denaun And where the fuck is Von? He usually tucks one on him Wait a minute, I think I just saw Bizarre Nah, I guess not, what the fuck? Oh my God, it was! I never saw him run so fast in my life Look at him hauling ass, I think he left his wife There she is, on the ground, being trampled I go to grab her up by the damn hand, but I can't pull her God damn, there just went another damn bullet I'm hit, my vest is barely able to handle it It's too thin, if I get hit again, I can't do it I scoop Dee, follow Bizarre's path, ran through it and Made it to the front door and collapsed On the steps, looked up, and I seen Swift shooting it out But I can't see who he's shooting it out with But Denaun's right behind him, squeezing his four-fifth [Hook: Eminem] One shot, two shot, three shots, four shots All I hear is gunshots, this is where the fun stops Bodies drop, hit the floor, music's off, party stops Everybody hit the door, somebody's licking shots off [Verse 5: Kon Artis] Yo, it's Friday night, came to this bitch right Big ass on my left hand, Desert Eagle in my right I ain't come in this bitch to party, I came in this bitch to fight Although, I can't stay here to fight, 'cause I'm popping niggas tonight That's right, bitches, I'm drunk with revenge Shot a bouncer in the neck for trying to check when I get in Swift told me to meet him here, so it's clear that the schmuck That shot out the back of his truck is up in this motherfucker So one shot for the money, two is to stop the show The third's for the bartender (Bitch, bring me a bottle of Mo') I just wanna know who driving the black Mitsubishi? He tried to run, so Proof shot him in the knee with a three-piece [Hook: Eminem] One shot, two shot, three shots, four shots All I hear is gunshots, this is where the fun stops Bodies drop, hit the floor, music's off, party stops Everybody hit the door, somebody's licking shots off30

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The Pledge (In & Out)

Curren$y

Ride Chevy Wide-body across the Bridge of Terabithia Skills I was born with but I can try teachin ya Drop gems from the clouds homie hope they reachin ya The one they turnin up their speakers for It's undeniable that I'm liable to own the world as I'm entitled fool Get it right all I need is a try or two If I was you id only do what I wanted to do And tell them other niggas kick rocks, yeah Park my jet at the end of the block G-Shock, matching my argyle socks This year when the ball drop in my heart I knew This was no time to let suckas knock me out for my loot Take me out from my root I'd be a damn fool, I Mapquested it It's right at my next exit, shit Catch my bread I'm right back in this shit Protect my neck homie only in myself do I invest Only in your hands does your fate really rest But you could leave it to another man be my guest Could never survive in my shoes homie not a step Cause I move with those of whom you are scared to death Sucka ass niggas ain't rappin that real Ya'll should be members of the Screen Actors Guild Bitches see their reflections when they look in my wheel But they never get to do it cause I can't keep still Pedal to the metal smell the rubber when I peel Before I get on the beat the beat write it's own will Trees in the grinder, the bottles on chill Hand on your bitch hand, my mind on another meal, yeah. (Jets Fool)See Curren$y LiveGet tickets as low as $83You might also like1

Hip-Hop

Pistol Pistol

D12

[Intro: Bizarre & Swifty McVay] Yeah (Ha-ha-ha) Welcome to Amityville (Detroit, nigga, ha!) The reason why rappers gotta pack pistols (Why is that?) Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha (Ha-ha-ha) [Hook: Eminem] Slick criminal wit', the shit I spit chews (Ain't go nowhere without my gun) Like a bullet came back that just missed and hit you (I walk the streets, I pack my gun) I say the type of shit parents slit their wrists to (I go to sleep, I got my gun) Need an anthem to amp you, then this the shit to (Don't go nowhere without my gun) Too many enemies on my list to sift through (Ain't go nowhere without my gun) Nobody got my back in this bitch but this tool (I walk the streets, I pack my gun) Sorry officer, I don't care how pissed it get you (I go to sleep, I got my gun) But I don't go nowhere without my pistol pistol (Don't go nowhere without my gun) [Verse 1: Swifty McVay] Nigga, we violently active, so fuck with us (Uh-huh) See, I'm backwards, I slap niggas and punch bitches (Yeah) Just for asking, they must'a been wanting to meet the Lord When my parents talked to me, they got mean mugged and ignored (Fuck that) They were snooping through my closet, seen drugs on the floor (Uh-huh) Shells from the .44 scattered over they porch Busting pistols in your windows with intentions to destroy you Tryna break your neck to conversate? Bitch, I'll do it for you Catch me laughing at your funeral when they lower you You and your ho, you gots to go, bitches died slow and horrible (Uh-huh) There's no tomorrow for any nigga we'll shower you We young strapped and powerful and I ain't gotta lie to you (Bitch) You might also like[Verse 2: Proof, Swifty McVay & Eminem] Stepped in the door, waving the fo'-fo' Blazing at po-po, escaping and lay low They call my tongue ya-yo, but I spit fire I lit five inside a fucking dick-rider The clip slider, love to blast a Mag You a fag, you love being ass to ass Grab a gun by the nose with the butt to gat-spank ya Never say that I'm a gangsta (Now that's gangsta) Y'all niggas sound like Jigga but act like 'Pac Yo, my trigger got the flu and this gat might cough It ain't nothing to tell, empty shells for the witness I'm the hot nigga that's gon' put hell outta business It won't be the same since we touching the game (Nope) Make the hardest nigga in your crew, tuck in his chain Y'all think this shit's a game and I'm bluffing for fame? (Ah, fuck it) I'll squeeze off this TEC until nothing remains (Yeah, come on) [Hook: Eminem] Slick criminal wit', the shit I spit chews (Ain't go nowhere without my gun) Like a bullet came back that just missed and hit you (I walk the streets, I pack my gun) I say the type of shit parents slit their wrists to (I go to sleep, I got my gun) Need an anthem to amp you, then this the shit to (Don't go nowhere without my gun) Too many enemies on my list to sift through (Ain't go nowhere without my gun) Nobody got my back in this bitch but this tool (I walk the streets, I pack my gun) Sorry officer, I don't care how pissed it get you (I go to sleep, I got my gun) But I don't go nowhere without my pistol pistol (Don't go nowhere without my gun) [Verse 3: Kuniva & Eminem] The only time that I'm at peace is when I'm close to one 'Cause I don't know what's waiting for me when my vocals are done (Nope) Tote the gun, it's my way of life and it works These cowardly niggas'll put your fucking life in the dirt (Ha-ha) 'Cause it was wrong how they left my dog, he was priceless Alone in the streets, bleeding, staring, laying lifeless That's why I'm heated, you never know who starts creeping (Uh-huh) Waking you up with AK's while you lie sleeping I'd rather pack the heat and not need it Rather than need one and not have it, I married this Glock-matic Nowhere without my- *bang* [Verse 4: Kon Artis with Eminem] You know the sound When I'm spinnin' 'round, spittin' these rounds from four pounds While the whole crowd screamin' as loud from they mouths As they possibly allow Nothing is parallel to makin' you carousel Aerial somersault like ferris wheels to a pair of shells Denaun carry the nine where I go Bullets whistle and hit you while I'm shooting at 5-0 Some semi-automatic for static's the motto Spitting like *Columbine kids* from Colorado [Hook: Eminem] Slick criminal wit', the shit I spit chews (Ain't go nowhere without my gun) Like a bullet came back that just missed and hit you (I walk the streets, I pack my gun) I say the type of shit parents slit their wrists to (I go to sleep, I got my gun) Need an anthem to amp you, then this the shit to (Don't go nowhere without my gun) Too many enemies on my list to sift through (Ain't go nowhere without my gun) Nobody got my back in this bitch but this tool (I walk the streets, I pack my gun) Sorry officer, I don't care how pissed it get you (I go to sleep, I got my gun) But I don't go nowhere without my pistol pistol (Don't go nowhere without my gun) [Verse 5: Bizarre & Eminem] This .9'll turn a softie to a hard rock It'll make Jehovah's Witnesses think before they knock (Sorry, sorry!) It'll make your grandmother come outta her purse It'll make Limp Bizkit give in to Fred Durst (Ha-ha) It'll make Holyfield start fighting It'll make Ma$e say fuck church and then go back to writing It'll make Shyne say he sound like Biggie Smalls It'll make R. Kelly give respect to Aaron Hall (Ugh!) It'll make Christopher Reeves start walking It'll make a dog with no voice, suddenly start barking It'll make a nun turn to a filthy slut It'll make the hardest pitbull turn into a fucking mutt It'll make a Muslim dye his hair blonde It'll make a redneck start to read the Holy Qu'ran (Need Jesus!) It'll make Ike stop beating Tina It'll make Slim Shady fall back in love with Christina [Hook: Eminem] Slick criminal wit', the shit I spit chews (Ain't go nowhere without my gun) Like a bullet came back that just missed and hit you (I walk the streets, I pack my gun) I say the type of shit parents slit their wrists to (I go to sleep, I got my gun) Need an anthem to amp you, then this the shit to (Don't go nowhere without my gun) Too many enemies on my list to sift through (Ain't go nowhere without my gun) Nobody got my back in this bitch but this tool (I walk the streets, I pack my gun) Sorry officer, I don't care how pissed it get you (I go to sleep, I got my gun) But I don't go nowhere without my pistol pistol (Don't go nowhere without my gun) [Outro: Swifty McVay, Eminem & Bizarre] Ha, nigga, nigga, nigga (Pistol, pistol) You better have aim, uh (I don't go nowhere without my pistol pistol) 'Cause if you don't, heh (This pistol, haha) You finished, flat out, hahahahaha (Sorry officers, Detriot) Nigga, nigga, nigga (Sorry *cops*) What? (Fuckin' *pigs*) The fuck we stay at (Fuck around and get popped) With no hesitation, straight up Ha, ha Look where the fuck we stay at Nigga, look where the fuck we stay at Fuck around with us You get us popped, you fucking get us popped Aha-ha-ha-ha, you get us popped! Aha-ha-ha-ha...!19

Hip-Hop

I’m Not a Star

Rick Ross

[Intro] Maybach Music Check [Verse 1] I'm not a star (Me), somebody lied I got a pistol in the car (Ha), a .45 If I die today, remember me like John Lennon (Ha) Buried in Louie, I'm talkin' all brown linen Make all of my bitches tattoo my logo on they titty Put a statue of a nigga in the middle of the city (Ugh) Load up the choppers like it's December 31st Roll up and cock it and hit them niggas where it hurts (Ayy) Told on my partner and helped them crackers give him thirty I told him I got it, therefore, I gotta do you dirty (I gotta) Back on my biz, been in this bitch since 8:30 Scoop me a dime, now makin off at 10:30 Goin' on 12:00, go home and tell that man a lie I got a bake sale, bitch, it's thirty for the pie (Ross) It's nine for the slice, dummy, that's a Dan Marino (What) Talkin' quarterbacks, meaning, talkin' quarter-kilos (Ayy) Niggas feel my pain, I ain't even gotta say it (Boss) Where I come from, if you open it, you payin' How I can save when all my niggas in the can? (Can) Am I my brother's keeper? Motherfucker, take my hand (Me) See Rick Ross LiveGet tickets as low as $90You might also like[Bridge] Pull up to the club, I got a kilo in the car Black card but a nigga spendin' c-notes at the bar [Chorus] I'm not a star I'm not a star I'm not a star I'm not a star [Bridge] All black Lamborghini, smokin' on the sticky Got a couple dollars, now this nigga think he Ricky Pull up to the club, I got a kilo in the car Black card but a nigga spendin' c-notes at the bar [Chorus] I'm not a star I'm not a star I'm not a star I'm not a star (Ugh) [Verse 2] I'm not a star, somebody lied I spent a milli on the car, it come alive Never feed it after dark, gotta treat it like a Gremlin (Woo) It's a multimillion-dollar motherfucker in it (Ugh) And I'm quick to blow a milli in a minute (Woo) I know them people wanna stick me with a sentence (Woo) I'm a player catchin' bitches like I'm TO Trunk full of work, yeah, this nigga think he Nino (Ugh) Three dice, yeah, grab a nigga for a kilo Pinky ring a hundred grand but keep that on the d-low Diddy negotiates, send the paperwork to Theo My niggas never sing, if I need 'em, I go to Ne-Yo Fuck a famous bitch, then I treat her just like a ski-oh Not even worth a shower, just grab me a stick of D-O Monday for ménages and Tuesday, I get a trio And the bitch that get a gift on the strength, she was a PO [Bridge] Pull up to the club, I got a kilo in the car Black card, but a nigga spendin' c-notes at the bar [Chorus] I'm not a star I'm not a star I'm not a star I'm not a star9

Hip-HopRap

It Ain’t Nothin’ But Music

D12

[Intro: Eminem] La-la-la-la-la, la La-la-la-la, la La-la-la-la-la, la Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha [Verse 1: Eminem] It's shit like this I kick to these rich white kids Who just might see how fucked up their sick life is Oops, I did it again, didn't I? My shit's harder to figure out than what Britney's tit size is Ooh, I probably pissed you off again, didn't I, bitch? So what? You and Christina Gaguilera, kiss my grits You know how many shits I give? I wish I did So I can quit giving these twisted little kids ideas This just in: Britney just dissed Justin She just fucked Ben, got tit-fucked and dick-sucked him If Affleck can get his ass licked, how come I can't? Shit, god damn, bitch, I'm rich, I can't understand this Are those pictures I made of us together on the internet As close as I'm ever gonna get to hitting it from the back? And shit, when it comes to that, I hit harder from the back Than Everlast when he's plugging Lethal in his fucking ass Just give me one more chance, Britney hit me one more time Let me know what's on your mind, Whitney give me one more line To sniff, you fuckers know what time it is Fuck your jewelry, my record's almost diamond, biatch! (Yah-yah-yah-yah!) You might also like[Chorus: Eminem & (Dr. Dre)] What's going on in the world today? People fighting, feuding, looting, it's okay Let it go, let it flow, let the good times roll Tell 'em, Dre! (It ain't nuttin' but music) What's going on in the world today? People fighting, feuding, looting, it's okay Let it go, let it flow, let the good times roll Tell 'em, Dre! (It ain't nuttin' but music) [Verse 2: Bizarre] Eminem doesn't like N'Sync, well I do So fuck him, and the Backstreet Boys too Whatever happened to the cast of Diff'rent Strokes? Gary's broke, Todd's snorting coke, and Dana overdosed (Aw!) I got two little boys with me Michael Jackson sent two helicopters to get me (Hee-hee!) I'm up early with my hair curly Me and Mr. Furley, fucking Laverne and Shirley [Verse 3: Kuniva] A lot of rappers are living in la-la land That's why I let my dogs out on the Baha Men As bad as a life I had, I'm not mad I don't need to be a Jackass to beat up my dad My whole family's country, my grandmother's old fashioned And she keeps asking me why I rap with a honkey But granny I'm a flunky, I could be a junkie I could be hanging with the hoochies out at the club scene [Bridge: Kon Artis] To all the independent women in the house! (Hooouse!) Show us your tits and shut your motherfucking mouth! (What?!) [Verse 4: Proof (& Eminem)] Robert Downey, Bobby Brownie, Whitney Houston The shit she's using Jesse Jackson, reverend scandal Got George Michael's, Tevin Campbell's Pee Wee Herman's, peep show places Public restrooms, beat those cases! (Yah-yah-yah-yah!) [Chorus: Eminem & (Dr. Dre)] What's going on in the world today? People fighting, feuding, looting, it's okay Let it go, let it flow, let the good times roll Tell 'em, Dre! (It ain't nuttin' but music) What's going on in the world today? People fighting, feuding, looting, it's okay Let it go, let it flow, let the good times roll Tell 'em, Dre! (It ain't nuttin' but music) [Verse 5: Swifty McVay (& Kon Artis)] Your mom and dad probably mad at us (For what?) We done turned their kids into little body snatchers (Ha) Ain't like where I'm from (Aha), we don't bite our tongue (Yeah) Are you sure you want niggas 21 to carry guns? It's sad but I'm glad that I'm made to rhyme Where you work you ain't getting paid for that overtime (Damn!) It's only music, media know it but they blind (That's right) I ain't in y'all life, so stay they hell up outta mine! (Nigga) Y'all the reason why Princess Diana ended up dying If you people get offended I don't care (Stop crying!) Trying to get us to leave cause what we say just ain't clean (Uh-uh) But holding back on what I say just ain't me [Verse 6: Kon Artis (& Eminem)] Now what's these parents all mad for? "Your music is bad for 'em" For teenage kids that drink more than Ted Danson in Cheers Carson drink beers, we all fart and piss and cuss out our bitch (Shut up!) Broke or rich, I still do that same old shit I don't jump in front of a camera and change no shit So when they ask me about my sarcasticness I just slap 'em (Ah!), turn around and ask them this (Yah-yah-yah-yah!) [Chorus: Eminem & (Dr. Dre)] What's going on in the world today? People fighting, feuding, looting, it's okay Let it go, let it flow, let the good times roll Tell 'em, Dre! (It ain't nuttin' but music) What's going on in the world today? People fighting, feuding, looting, it's okay Let it go, let it flow, let the good times roll Tell 'em, Dre! (It ain't nuttin' but music) [Outro: Eminem (& Kuniva)] La-la-la-la, la La-la-la-la-la, la La-la-la-la, la La-la-la-la-la, la Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh (Look out for the D12 R&B album coming out soon Straight R&B, straight R&B, straight R&B Jodeci, we got you!)12

Hip-Hop

American Psycho

D12

[Intro] A-houw! A-houw! A-houw! [Verse 1: Eminem (& Bizarre)] I'm the devil, if ever there was such a thing The results of much too many drugs what you're seeing I'm a mindfuck, completely disgu-uh-uh-sting I'm what a human mutt, fuck a being I'm a dog, fuck lambs, I'm silencing 'em all I'm involved in murders forensic science couldn't solve Giant set of balls too big to buy a set of drawers Might as well unzip my fly and let 'em fall to the floor Each thought's completely warped I'm like a walking, talking Ouija board Speaking in tongues, I've never spoke this speech before Hem-de-lay-la, eni-nich-me-nough-mi-niche-mick-norf when you hear 'em 'Til you scared to stare into any mirrors when you near 'em? Well if so, get ready for some shit yo "Is this some kind of sick joke?" Shit no, motherfucking schizo So disturbed, he just goes so berserk, he tiptoes Fist first with scissors to slit throats of just hoes Just goes to shizzow you dizzon't fizzuck with So-someone this disturbed, sa-sippin on si-zzurp So lock your doors, drop to the floors Get your shotguns drawn, here comes another Clockwork Orange Look at Bizarre, you really think he's right in his mind? (Ha-ha-ha-ha) What the fuck you think's goin' through it when he's writin' his rhyme? You might also like[Chorus: Eminem] You 'bout to journey into the mind of a psychopath killer Blood spiller, mentality much iller (A-houw!) Than you could ever imagine in your wildest dreams You'll feel his pain in his silent screams You 'bout to journey into the mind of a psychopath killer Blood spiller, mentality much iller (A-houw!) Than you could ever imagine in your wildest dreams You'll feel his pain in his violent screams (A-houw!) [Verse 2: Bizarre] It's Friday night, I'm at a rave again Picking up transvestites on my Harley-Davidson (Hey, hop on) My girlfriend's a crackhead whore She'll come to your door, suck your dick on the floor And take your bottles to the store (Nigga, I'm takin' these) Have you ever seen a bitch get beat because she won't cheat Run the street and suck another nigga's meat? My son's sixteen years old with nowhere to stay (Dad, it's me) I told him he wasn't mine, slammed the door in his face And I ain't got no food, my job I've been cheated My girlfriend had a miscarriage (I'm sorry) I had to eat it My dick is burning, it ain't cause of disease Because I'm jacking off with gasoline mixed with antifreeze I'm living in Waco, Texas, me and my girl Fuck David Koresh, I'm starting my own world It's called Bizarre Cemetery, it's scary Eating a virgin's cherry; they're all gonna laugh at you, Carrie! (Ha-ha-ha-ha) [Chorus: Eminem & Bizarre] Journey into the mind of a psychopath killer Blood spiller, mentality much iller (A-houw!) Than you could ever imagine in your wildest dreams You'll feel his pain in his silent screams You 'bout to journey into the mind of a psychopath killer Blood spiller, mentality much iller (A-houw!) Than you could ever imagine in your wildest dreams You'll feel his pain in his violent screams (A-houw!) [Verse 3: Kon Artis, Eminem & Both] I was born feet first, smoke 40's and drink weed The Lord rehearsed my birth, I'm the worst breed Of nigga you ever set sight on, my right arm's Got more power than 5 of Ivan Drago's pythons, so "Journey into the mind of a psychopath killer" Light yo' ass like a liquid nitro-gas spiller Psycho slash Michael Myers, Michael Jack's "Thriller" Rifle slash knife, faggot, that's your "Cop Killer" As a young-in, I was beat where I was living (A'ight) Cross-dressed just to get thrown in the women's prison (You're not) I guess I was just stressed to be a hoodlum Being pressed caused the stress that caused the Ritalin, ha Pressed stressed and Ritalin caused the cop's feelings To be hurt after they seen what I did to those children I'm vulgaric, you Bo Derek, I throw you face flat off the terrace So you can have somethin' to stare at (A-houw!) [Chorus: Eminem & Kon Artis] Journey into the mind of a psychopath killer Blood spiller, mentality much iller (A-houw!) Than you could ever imagine in your wildest dreams You'll feel his pain in his silent screams You 'bout to journey into the mind of a psychopath killer Blood spiller, mentality much iller (A-houw!) Than you could ever imagine in your wildest dreams You'll feel his pain in his silent screams (A-houw!) [Intro: Bizarre & Eminem] Aha-ha-ha Aha-ha-ha-ha-ha Ay, what the fuck, are you crazy, brother? (A-houw!) Aha! Crazy (A-houw!) (A-houw!)25

Hip-Hop

That’s How...

D12

[Intro: Bizarre, Eminem] Hahahahahaha Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo Niggas (nigga) [Chorus] Niggas (Niggas), crackers (Crackers) Whities, jews (Jews) This is how it happens to you That's how people get fucked up Niggas (Niggas), crackers (Crackers) Whities, jews (Jews) This is how it happens to you That's how people get fucked up [Verse 1: Kuniva] Yo, if you a loudmouth, tryna wild out And we see just how you laying and we peeped yo' style out (You a punk) When you chilling out in front of your truck and get stuck That's how niggas get fucked up [Verse 2: Proof] No love at home with your kinfolks And the world just keep fucking wit' your mental And all these kids making fun of your trench coat That's how students get shot up You might also like[Verse 3: Kon Artis] Hating on us but you come to our show (Fuck them niggas) I crowd surf and you let me go (Oh, no) Whoop yo' ass when I get off the flo' Just so you know though, that's how haters get fucked up [Verse 4: Swift] When the police pull you over and shit, then find ganja Now every month, they checking on yo' piss They getting mad 'cause you ain't come back since And now they sweating you That's how P.O.'s get fucked up [Verse 5: Kuniva] When your mans hook you up with a bitch Over the phone and when you see her she ugly as shit (God damn) Now at the end of date she want a kiss and some dick That's how blind dates get fucked up [Verse 6: Proof] Saying we not a real crew with a lot of skill And only one nigga in our crew make the dollar bills Y'all fools just mad 'cause y'all ain't got a deal Local rappers talk too much [Verse 7: Kon Artis] We gon' rob this bank but you roll wit' punks Manager tripped the alarm and you all get stuck Cops got AK's, y'all only got pumps, that shit's just dumb That's how Cool C got locked up [Verse 8: Swift] When yo' ass wanna walk in a club Instead of telling you to wait, the nigga wanna push and shove (Move!) Then get trampled from the niggas you brung, so move over That's how bouncers get fucked up [Chorus] Niggas (Niggas), crackers (Crackers) Whities, jews (Jews) This is how it happens to you That's how people get fucked up Niggas (Niggas), crackers (Crackers) Whities and jews (Jews) This is how it happens to you That's how people get fucked up [Verse 9: Kuniva] When you get your guns out of the stash And gather all your homies up to go and shoot up a pad Soon as you finish, y'all run out of gas, you better haul ass That's how drivebys get fucked up [Verse 10: Proof] Mixing weed with the brew, ecstasy and Kahlua Gasoline fumes, nitrous balloons Acid tablets and the magic mushrooms That's how D12 get fucked up [Verse 11: Kon Artis] ("Hey, I like your records") But my album ain't dropped ("Dr. Dre's my favorite") Bitch, get off his jock Got a backstage pass and I need to get off Wanna meet the, the Doc That's how groupies get tossed up [Verse 12: Bizarre] Drop out of school, take drugs and molest sluts Got your girlfriend suckin' on my left nut Your parents don't like me, but guess what? (What?) 'Cause Bizarre don't give a fuck [Verse 13: Kuniva, Eminem] Chokin' your wife all in front of your peeps (Bitch) She toss a brick through the window of your Jeep Get back together by the end of the week, that's so sweet Slim and Kim argue too much [Verse 14: Proof] Invite a ho to your house while your bitch is out Now you got your dick all up in her fucking mouth Pull it out and then you bust off on her favorite blouse That's how Clinton got caught up [Verse 15: Kon Artis] Steal cars, wreck bars Get fucked up beyond recognition Walk in titty clubs like we stars Our mission every day is just to smoke bongs And fuck bitches in thongs That's how Runyan Ave. is cut [Verse 16: Swift] When your life wasn't raised up right Then see your mother coming home with different niggas every night And then you run into the one you don't like, so get the fuck lost That's how step-dads get fucked up [Chorus] Niggas (Niggas), crackers (Crackers) Whities, jews (Jews) This is how it happens to you That's how people get fucked up Niggas (Niggas), crackers (Crackers) Whities, jews (Jews) This is how it happens to you That's how people get fucked up Niggas (Niggas), crackers (Crackers) Whities, jews (Jews) This is how it happens to you That's how people get fucked up Niggas (Niggas), crackers (Crackers) Whities, jews (Jews) This is how it happens to you That's how people get fucked up9

Hip-Hop

Keep Talkin’

D12

[Intro: Bizarre] Yeah Detroit motherfucker DJ Green Lantern (the evil genius) D12 We ain't going nowhere We still smoking crack nigga! Ha ha Let them know HA-HA [Chorus: Eminem] Bitch, keep talking Keep on popping off, with them jaws because, we ain't stopping We ain't got to prove shit to y'all So all y'all can lick the balls and keep walking Keep on popping that shit you're popping 'Cause we ain't stopping, 'cause you ain't stopping us We ain't got to prove shit to y'all So all y'all can lick the balls and keep walking [Verse 1: Kuniva] Yo, (Kuniva!) the derelict's back I'm blazing niggas while they up in the Sheraton last I even sold my therapist crack You niggas is bitch, straight up, I'm bearing the facts I love pussy wit' all my heart but I'm married to gats And nigga I'm top pedigree so don't play wit' me I'll blow your tattoos all over your baby seat Kids and all been hit Peers and all Mossberg will take your back, liver ribs and all Kuniva the street talker, heat sparker the beef starter Packing guns when I'm sleep walking (Bitch, keep talking) Throwing fire bombs down your chimney While you eating at Wendy's I'm in your bushes cocking the semi Nice with the hands Never bow down to another man I was popping guns while you was still popping some rubber bands Smother your clan Sever your hands and your legs Mail your brother your heart and send your mother your head You might also like[Verse 2: Swift] I'm the only one your bitch let touch her Type of brother that will fuck your mother With a fishnet rubber A belligerent and rowdy motherfucker That'll dump your body and still fly away to Maui on Atella When it comes to beefing, it ain't no explaining I'll change your language with a stainless I'm contained with an anguish to leave you famous I'm a deranged pit, I lift an AK and paint your face with Niggas don't say shit, fuck your hype man If it's a bystander standing by, I'm fire in at your, 'cause I can You get squashed like pop cans I be shooting 7 up in your mouth, man I'm about to sell your mama bud and lace it So when she fire it up she's coughing blood I love to see 'em wasted I'm made to behave in this case You try to be brave in this rage and your legs will be replaced [Chorus: Eminem] Bitch, keep talking Keep on popping off, with them jaws because, we ain't stopping We ain't got to prove shit to y'all So all y'all can lick the balls and keep walking Keep on popping that shit you're popping 'Cause we ain't stopping, 'cause you ain't stopping us We ain't got to prove shit to y'all So all y'all can lick the balls and keep walking [Verse 3: Bizarre] (Bizzy, come on!) I ain't here to talk about Benzino or Ja Rule I'm here to talk about little Ray Ray and what I'ma do Psyche, I ain't gonna mention it, he'd probably sue Next week, this shit'll be out on DJ Clue (Exclusive) The first time I had sex... a dirty mattress No condom... my grandmother... bent over backwards Bizarre been fucking raw all summer Let's make a trade, my wife for your brother Psyche, I'm not bisexual I'm an intellectual, transsexual, with one testicle (one nut!) And I ain't saying shit just 'cause it rhyme I got colon cancer, I'm dying [Verse 4: Proof] YAY! YAY! Rest in peace Jam Master Jay, 2Pac and Notorious BIG I'm probably the best God in the flesh Blow your heart out your chest And your chest out your vest Leave your body a mess streets bloody as hell Study my trail I cut him he fail A druggy on bail nutty as well Which such like Buddy Revel Dead or in jail Still heading for hell The ghetto rebels the wrong guy Hit your lungs, heart Leave you full of holes like SpongeBob We can set this from your front door to your CEO office Got the key to your coffin (So bitch keep talkin') Greet me wit' offers we taken over Or get China white mixed wit' baking soda Your hear me GET IT CRACKED! [Outro: Eminem] Fucking crack heads And this is just mix tape shit you fucking morons This ain't brains over brawns This is bullies over fucking pussies Ha ha, come on [Chorus: Eminem] Bitch, keep talking Keep on popping off, with them jaws because, we ain't stopping We ain't got to prove shit to y'all So all y'all can lick the balls and keep walking Keep on popping that shit you're popping 'Cause we ain't stopping, 'cause you ain't stopping us We ain't got to prove shit to y'all So all y'all can lick the balls and keep walking3

Hip-Hop

Instigator

D12

[Hook: Swifty McVay] (I'm an instigator) Nigga, can't you see? (I'm an instigator) Ain't nobody worse than me (I'm an instigator) I'll be the first to beef First to squeeze, take heed to the words I speak (I'm an instigator) Nigga, can't you see? (I'm an instigator) Ain't nobody worse than me (I'm an instigator) I'll be the first to beef First to squeeze, 'til it hurts to breathe -- fuck with me! [Verse 1: Kuniva] I love getting shit started; I instigate a peace talk Into a beef talk until police need chalk To chalk you up Have bitches walking up smacking you in your face Screaming that you talk too much Tell women you said you fucked 'em Tell the hardest nigga you said you snuck him Ran his pockets and stuck him 'Til they gather in front of your crib, guns and long clips Laughing when they shoot at you over the wrong shit I lock down your block with lies that's so believable You'll run and grab your shotguns, Glocks and nines Walking blind; excite fights until they erupt Instigate my own death 'cause killing you ain't enough You might also like[Verse 2: Swifty McVay] I don't give a fuck if we beefing or not: I'll squeeze first I'mma heat up your spot; I'm a nigga that breathe dirt On these streets every day, snatching nigga's yay How you bitches needing work, you can get it from McVay I'm despiteful, I tie a ho; a maniacal foul animal Liable to leave you strapped with your bible I'm psycho; my bullets won't fly by you You wanna kill me? You got the right to Ain't gotta wait 'til night to snipe you: if I don't like you You getting hit in broad daylight with a white rifle In front of your window: I'm looking right through I love when I see a nigga get stuck [Hook: Swifty McVay] (I'm an instigator) Nigga, can't you see? (I'm an instigator) Ain't nobody worse than me (I'm an instigator) I'll be the first to beef First to squeeze, take heed to the words I speak (I'm an instigator) Nigga, can't you see? (I'm an instigator) Ain't nobody worse than me (I'm an instigator) I'll be the first to beef First to squeeze, 'til it hurts to breathe -- fuck with me! [Verse 3: Kon Artis] (I'm an instigator) Drama tends to follow me, I know I probably owe all of my friends apologies Lie to every bitch just to get her to swallow me Get a lobotomy; nigga, this one's to my arteries Guns are a part of me: I pack more than pottery I ought'a be jailed for depicted mockery Egg on fights to plot on the niggas that shot at me I don't twist the truth I just make it Gothic, see I'm nothing but a liar with a big-ass mouth Dick and fists big enough to knock your bitch-ass out Got no reason to tell you the truth But to be honest with you, I rap with him but I don't like Proof [Verse 4: Proof] Nigga, fuck you! Me and Swift got plans to jump you! Type of nigga to shake your hand and stomp you (I'm an instigator) Convince a tenth-grader To run up inside his classroom and leave the kids [sprayed up] Bitch, straight-up, this is the season For squeezing off triggers on niggas for no reason Either jump or quit running your mouth Pull a gun out, better use it 'til the bullets run out [Hook: Swifty McVay] (I'm an instigator) Nigga, can't you see? (I'm an instigator) Ain't nobody worse than me (I'm an instigator) I'll be the first to beef First to squeeze, take heed to the words I speak (I'm an instigator) Nigga, can't you see? (I'm an instigator) Ain't nobody worse than me (I'm an instigator) I'll be the first to beef First to squeeze, 'til it hurts to breathe -- fuck with me! [Verse 5: Swifty McVay] I throw a brick at your crib, have you standing on the porch Screaming "Look what you did!" I ain't feeling no remorse Nigga, just pick up the kids: Swift got first dibs With these cherry-hot slugs that'll barbecue your ribs I'm preparing deathbeds. Quick to bust lead While I'm staring at the Feds, tearing off they legs Once you drop dead, they'll be swearing it's a plague I'm sicker than a coke Rastafarian with dreads You get shanked if you move; ditched with no clues Dopest shit on yo' tape was yo' skits and interludes And once I finish you, they wouldn't put it in the news I'm nuts, so you hoes ain't got the guts to interview [Hook: Swifty McVay] (I'm an instigator) Nigga, can't you see? (I'm an instigator) Ain't nobody worse than me (I'm an instigator) I'll be the first to beef First to squeeze, take heed to the words I speak (I'm an instigator) Nigga, can't you see? (I'm an instigator) Ain't nobody worse than me (I'm an instigator) I'll be the first to beef First to squeeze, 'til it hurts to breathe -- fuck with me! [Outro: Swifty McVay] I'm an instigator I'm an instigator I'm an instigator I'm an instigator I'm an instigator I'm an instigator I'm an instigator I'm an instigator I'm an instigator I'm an instigator7

Hip-Hop

Pimp Like Me

D12

[Intro: Eminem, Bizarre & (Dina Rae)] G-shit Whattup (Mm-m) I gotta tell you motherfuckers the truth (O-oh) This is straight G-shit (Ah) And all you can do is respect it, so (Ohh) [Verse 1: Swifty McVay & Kon Artis] Well I'mma state my name, Swift McVay (Ha) None of y'all niggas got shit to say (Yeah) Rhymes keep coming off like a toupee Plus I'm big headed running things my way (Yeah) A selfish man, the back of the hand Be slapping the hell out of hoes because I can (What?) Prostitute, I want my loot And I don't give a fuck about your broke-ass man and (Yeah) Y'all giving niggas what they needing (Yeah) 'Till bitches understand I'm mean and Swift McVay is, blowing up Courvosier 'til I'm throwing up Wanna playa hate me, bitch so what? What's yo' function? Where's yo' bucks? All you wanna do is wanna stick him up You wanna rob me but I got too much (Hah) D12, naturally lifted You niggas better duck when I cock the biscuit You fuck wit me, I fuck wit you Your entourage, nigga fuck them too I got grenades What the hell your little twenty-two gon' do? (Y'all ain't gon' shoot) Y'all major soft Cops getting mad cause I paid 'em off (What?), made 'em cough (Yeah) Blood and shit (Hah) That's what the hell you motherfuckers get, we runs this bitch? So hey, you ain't gotta be scared to fuck (Aware) If you want head, then prepare to suck (Do it) Even if the nigga don't care to nut For every stroke, it's a hundred bucks Respect the game, you just a slut So open your legs up and get my duck, bitch You might also like[Chorus: Eminem & Dina Rae] You just a ho You just my ho Dirty-ass ho I'm yo' pimp, you my bitch You just a ho You just my ho Dirty-ass ho I'm yo' pimp, you my bitch You just a ho You just my ho Dirty-ass ho I'm yo' pimp, you my bitch Go get my dough Go bring me my dough Dirty-ass ho I'm yo' pimp, you my bitch (I work for you, baby!) [Verse 2: Proof, Eminem & (Dina Rae)] I don't spit game, no longer than my name The way my chain hang, my nuts do the same Don't pay pussy, pussy pay me (Aha) Bitch, slut, whore or lady (Yup) And knowing the fact, I was born to mack That's why I got a ho in the back, blowing my sac Got good game, that's a hood thang What'd you brang, loot or poo-tang? Let 'em all bang, run that cheese Tell that trick nigga (Come back please!) Rob a L7, that's a square You my bottom ho, you got to know (O-oh, o-oh) Off you I plan to make a lot of dough So suck fast bitch, and swallow slow {​​*swish-slap-swish*}​​ (Ah! Ah!) Bitch quit talking back {​​*swish-slap-swish*}​​ (Ah! Ah!) Now walk the track [Verse 3: Kon Artis] I don't pay for ass, you pump my gas You get slapped when we're short of cash I get whiplash when I hit the gas And I holla out the window of the hatch Where's my scratch? Bitch, that's, it Suck it stroke it make me rich As a token of my appreciation it's Another client for you to hit I don't give a fuck if you gotta go home to the kids You shoulda picked another occupation, trick Now you're stuck with me, fuck with me And I'mma slap you up in this truck You must be out your mind or something Crying and whining like you tired or something Go suck some head until it aches for buffering You don't work? You make nothing I'm just another case of a lazy husband [Verse 4: Kuniva & (Dina Rae)] I want the paper stack Buy you an outfit, then take it back (Yeah) When you page me, bitch, I never page you back You only act a certain way that I make you act (Whattup) Hoes recognize, and niggas do too Cause they realize that niggas do shoot Don't like a chick that act too cute Bitch hold my gat down when I shoot hoop (Oh, yeah) And don't be asking me, all kind of questions All harassing me, calling stressing (Yeah) Or I may have to release some aggression Beat you to death and teach you a lesson Looking for handouts like you my damn spouse Pull your pants down and fuck my mans now Shut your damn mouth or get in the damn house Off with the damn blouse and suck on my damn crotch (Woah, woah, woah, wo-ah) [Chorus: Eminem & Dina Rae] You just a ho You just my ho Dirty-ass ho I'm yo' pimp, you my bitch You just a ho You just my ho Dirty-ass ho I'm yo' pimp, you my bitch You just a ho You just my ho Dirty-ass ho I'm yo' pimp, you my bitch Bring me my dough Go get me my dough Dirty-ass ho I'm yo' pimp, you my bitch ('Cause I work for you, baby!) [Verse 5: Bizarre & (Dina Rae)] Sell that pussy Sell that pussy, bitch Get out there and switch and go make Bizarre rich (Wo-ah, woah) You gotta itch, you fucking dirty bitch Now get on the corner, and start sucking some dicks Niggas want pussy, and I need cash So mom, get out there and start selling yo' dirty ass Bizarre quick to hit 'em, and then stick 'em Fuck it; I'll let you hear one of my victims: ("Somebody help! I'm on 7 Mile and Muriel...") Shut up, bitch, you talk too much! Now you about to get fucked in your dirty butt! You never seen a pimp like me, out here whoring Shut your fucking mouth and you'll be out by the morning Cause I'm the dirtiest pimp, you ever heard of Give me my five-thousand, and take this cheeseburger (Bitch!) Go suck dick at a bachelor party So what if you on your period? Blood never hurt nobody [Chorus: Eminem & Dina Rae] You just a ho You just my ho Dirty-ass ho I'm yo' pimp, you my bitch You just a ho You just my ho Dirty-ass ho I'm yo' pimp, you my bitch You just a ho You just my ho Dirty-ass ho I'm yo' pimp, you my bitch Give me my dough Go bring me my dough Dirty-ass ho I'm yo' pimp, you my bitch ('Cause I work for you, baby!) [Post-Chorus: Eminem & Dina Rae] You just a ho You just a ho That's all you is ho, ho, ho You just a dirty-ass bitch A dirty-ass, nasty-ass, stinky-ass, filthy-ass, stanky-ass bitch (Mm-oo-ooh, oo-ooh-oo-oh) Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha (La-ah-ahh-ahh-ahh) But I love you (Ah-ha-ha-ha) Kim (M-m) [Outro: Rondelle Beene] And there you have it god damnit, the fundamentals of pimping You heard it here first, from the Dirtiest Dozen You ever seen in yo' god damn life Yo, this is Rondell Beene on the scene And we keep the pussy-holes smiling, because we always wilding You know what I'm sayin'? Fuck all what everybody else talking about We let you know right here Big pimping, it ain't dead, we love getting head, in a dirty-ass bed That's just what we do You know we was throwing heroin pimp parties back in 1968 The pussy is all great I'll see you at eight, bitch11

Hip-Hop

Blow My Buzz

D12

[Intro: Swifty McVay] Hee-e Hmm, yeah This just one of them days when yo' ass just wanna chill out And motherfuckers be all in yo' ear and shit, yknowhatI'msayin? Or that nagging bitch, that just like to hear herself talk Blowing all yo' high away Now that's some fucked up shit, heh But it happens, yknowhatI'msayin? Yo [Verse 1: Eminem] Yo, yo, yo, yo Schizophrenia, how many of ya got it? How many motherfuckers can say they psychotic? How many motherfuckers can say they brain dry-rotted from pot? You got it like I got it or not? If you did, you would know just what I'm talking bout When your tongue's rotting out from cotton-mouth When you end up becoming so dependent on weed That you end up spending a G in the vending machine You got the munchies, look at you, junk food junkie Potato chips and lunch meat, up in the front seat Sometimes you can get so paranoid from ganja That's it gotcha thinking the whole world is watching ya Or maybe you don't smoke, maybe you just roll But whatever your drug's yo, go for the gusto Just don't come fuck with me when I'm doing my drugs You see me in the club don't come fucking my high up and You might also like[Chorus: D12 (& Kon Artis)] Blow, blow, blow, blow, blow my buzz Do what you want to just don't blow my buzz (Do what you want to) And I'm gon' sit here and just roll my drugs (My weed) And if you talk I'm gonna fuck you up (I might just whoop yo' ass) Just don't say shit and we'll be cool [Verse 2: Bizarre & Eminem] {*ding dong*} Bitch let me in the house (The game on?) No, I just came to eat your mother out It's the big guy, doing a butterfly to the ground (Go 'head!) Bizarre, sit yo' nasty ass down! I spot this fat bitch from across the room Now suck my dick while your boyfriend's in the bathroom (Yea-yea!) My face is pink, looking for a sink And don't worry bout what I put in your drink (Ha-ha-ha-ha) It's called a date-rape drug, ten minutes you'll be fucked up Open your nasty-ass legs up (Yeah, you whore) Bitches I'm catching, blunts I'm matching Don't call me Bizarre, I'm the Reverend Jesse Jackson [Verse 3: Swifty McVay] Who the fuck is this guy, why the hell you in my presence? It'd be cool if you was asking me some reasonable questions (Damn) But you on some bullshit nigga, this yo' last beer (For real) Get the fuck off my dick and tell yo' bitch to bring her ass here I kick a ho out without giving her cabfare (Aha) And leave her barefooted just for nagging in my damn ear When I'm out eating, you fags'll interfere They don't go until I let 'em know a mag' is sitting here I get drunk and I smoke weed, whatcho' ass wanna hear? I didn't answer you clear, I met Manson this year okay? You want some yay? I'll front yo' ass a play But other than that, get the hell out my face Because you niggas trying to [Chorus: D12 (& Kon Artis)] Blew, blew, blew, blew, blow my buzz Do what you want to just don't blow my buzz (I'm gonna sit here) And I'm gon' sit here and just roll my drugs And if you talk I'm gonna fuck you up (Shut yo' damn mouth!) Just don't say shit and we'll be cool [Verse 4: Kuniva & Kon Artis] Yo, Denaun, you seem shook I really am dawg - look! This fat bitch keep chasing me trying to give me the nook Aww, man you probably lead her on I just bought her a beer! I saw her rubbing on your head while she was wiping your tears I admit, I was high, but you ain't seen me crying Nigga, you lying, and you blowing my high, just stop denying it Well at least somebody in this bar is, this big bitch did The ultimate by saying she wanted to have my kids Look man you grown, just leave me alone, I'm in the zone Call it a night, get stoned, and take that fat slut home Just drink the drink, hit the dank, do some drugs Go kill yourself Fuck you! Well, stop blowing my buzz! [Verse 5: Proof, Rondell Beene, Swifty McVay (&Kon Artis)] I'm at the front of the bar by the lounge in the back With a slut on my arm while I'm downing the 'gnac Got the pills in my system, floating around Every time I start drifting, someone open they mouth Yo my ear been spit licked and freestyled in I think I'm going deaf like most senile men Only one good demo out of three thousand (Yo, I ain't wanna rap for you anyway) A'ight, peace out then! Next nigga that bump me, I'mma do the Humpty And elbow bitches, 'til everybody jump me Yo, man, whassup wit' you, man, why you keep bumpin me and shit (Whassup, fool? Fuck you, punk!) Motherfucker, the fuck? It's on fool it's on! Whassup then, nigga? [Chorus: D12 (& Kon Artis)] Blow my buzz Do what you want to just don't blow my buzz (Do what you want to) And I'm gon' sit here and just roll my drugs (Smokin', rollin', on and on...) And if you talk I'm gonna fuck you up (Slap the shit out you!) Just don't say shit and we'll be cool [Outro: Kon Artis] We'll be cool We'll be cool if you don't talk while I'm just trying to smoke my weed Smoke my weed I'm trying to drink with my niggas; just shut the fuck up While I'm just trying to get blowed Spitting to me some mo'7

Hip-Hop

Lean Back (Remix)

Fat Joe

[Intro: Lil Jon] Stop! It's the motherfucking remix! [Intro: Mase & (Lil Jon)] Uhh! Yeah, Harlem is back (TS) Who in the world want a problem with that? (Fo' real) I heard Harlem is back (You know we had to do the remix) Who in the world want a problem with that? (Yeah! Eminem nigga!) Uhh! Yeah, Harlem is back (Lil Jon nigga!) Who in the world want a problem with that? (Mason Betha!) I heard Harlem is back (Fat Joe!) Who in the world want a problem with that? (Let's go!) [Chorus: Fat Joe] Said my niggas don't dance We just pull up our pants and do the rockaway Now lean back, lean back Lean back, lean back Said my niggas don't dance We just pull up our pants and do the rockaway Now lean back, lean back Lean back, lean back, come on [Verse 1: Ma$e] You know it's deja vu, and the day y'all do It'll be the day y'all bleed Wrist minus eighty degrees King of Harlem, ain't nobody made me leave Who else could take five years off? Cold turkey? Come back and fly lears off Cats front leave them leaning like Smirnoff If haters wanna hate, then it's their loss Come up in the Rucker with all my Jake's on Car grills so big you can cook a steak on People hear Ma$e call them wanna get their mase on You hot 16, I'm a very great song They beating on the DJ booth 'fore the Ma$e song You play Clark Kent, you better have your cape on Plenty homes Mansion many rooms My necklace, 2Xs and three Bentley bulls Lean back, lean back, lean back 'Cause he's back, come on Lean back, lean back, lean back 'Cause he's back, come on You might also like[Interlude 1: Lil Jon] Eminem, what's up! Hey! [Verse 2: Eminem], & Lil Jon You don't want no problems with Harlem You don't want no problems with the boogie-down Bronxster You don't want no drama with the blonde bomber Original Don Dada of the blonde bottle The model from White America Then Joe, the spokesperson for the Latino Then we got Ma$e back to re-per-e-sent E-ver-y-thing else in between Including the percentages of the rest we don't The best from each coast, the midwest to the dirty-dirty Even further to Miami, all the way back to Californ-i-a It'd probably be best right now if I warn Dre (Yo Dre) To get on the horn and tell I'm about the storm coming all our way So tell a pal, grab a gal right now, get on the floor while I wait Shake that ass a little more my way, but baby, I don't dance Not that I can't, there's a pistol in my pants, come on [Chorus: Fat Joe] Said my niggas don't dance We just pull up our pants and do the rockaway Now lean back, lean back Lean back, lean back, come on Said my niggas don't dance We just pull up our pants and do the rockaway Now lean back, lean back Lean back, lean back, come on [Verse 3: Remy Ma] Ayo, Remy pop but I'm hot like an out of state spot And anybody think I'm not, you're found in a vacant lot You don't really wanna run with the one chick Who smoke dutchess for lunches, da castle hill, I ain't luncheon Now, it's on it for the Terror Squad Pun, Prospect, Sunshine, Geddy, Crack and Remy Ma It's not a chick in the game want it My 16 so mean, put 20 G's and my chain on it Quick to flip, I ain't the average chick I'm packin' a MAC in the back of the forty-five past six And you know, I got enough goons to crush a country Any dude disrespectin' Pun, he better play then run C Bring your mans and then we handle him Then we gon' Timbaland trample 'em, then we pull the cans in them Lean back 'cause I ain't never worry See, I'm forever glory, smackin' up any chick in my territory [Chorus: Fat Joe] Said my niggas don't dance We just pull up our pants and do the rockaway Now lean back, lean back Lean back, lean back Said my niggas don't dance We just pull up our pants and do the rockaway Now lean back, lean back Lean back, lean back Come on [Verse 4: Fat Joe & Lil Jon] No Judas or cowardice or Cain's brother Abel is able to stop me, nigga, not me! Got the streets asking "Damn, who can top P?" Summer Jam? Killed it, man, I did it all with one beat I guess I'm bi-coastal now Took a down south brother to bring your boy out (What?!) As the wheel keeps spinning I can hear niggas thinking, "Crack got one hit, then he out" Nope! Joey bring them semi's out Force you and yours to pour a little Henny out So much rappers acting in the game I had to tell them put the mic away and run and get your Emmy's out (Uh) Lean back, motherfuckers (Yeah) This here's a three-peat, we back at the Rucker It's Cook Coke Crack, preach it to ya, brother The Mike Moore rap and preach you motherfuckers [Chorus: Fat Joe] Said my niggas don't dance We just pull up our pants and do the rockaway Now lean back, lean back Lean back, lean back Said my niggas don't dance We just pull up our pants and do the rockaway Now lean back, lean back Lean back, lean back Come on [Outro: Lil Jon] Said my niggas don't dance we just pull out our gats And say blow your back away, fuck nigga Lean back, lean back Lean back, lean back I said my niggas don't dance we just pull out our gats And say blow your back away, bitch nigga Lean back, lean back Lean back, lean back Hey!13

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Devils Night

D12

[Verse 1: Eminem] I make music to make you sick of fake music Hate music like devil-worshipping Satan music So say your prayers, your 'Hail Mary's and Jesuses Take two sticks, tape 'em together and make a crucifix Try to stop it but you can't do it A whole generation of kids blowing out their fucking brains to this Kurt Cobain music. Students converted to 'caine users As soon as they heard it went out and murdered and maimed to it What's your name? [Verse 2: Swifty McVay] Judas Got my nine with six sharpshooters, now let's do this I got niggas that shoots to static. You don't understand How I'm all up in you niggas' TVs like Carole Anne I'm a poltergeist: lyrically, I'm supposed to strike Try to snatch this mic, you get cracked with Molson Ice (Swifty get your own woman!) I want his wife I'm the type to go to gamblin' parties with trick dice I rob casinos. Slugs, eat those You'd think it was the devil feedin' you jalapenos Now you out of the scene hoes shot at your clean clothes My fo'-fo', prone to make you niggas breathe wrong [Chorus: Eminem] It's Devil's Night, it's Devil's Night, it's Devil Night Cause I came back to rule this time (it's Devil Night) Cause I came back to take what's mine (it's Devil's Night) It's Devil's Night, it's Devil's Night, it's Devil Night Cause I came back to rule this time (it's Devil Night) Cause I came back to take what's mine (it's Devil's Night) You might also like[Verse 3: Kon Artis] It's like I'm on the john, trying to shit and get no response Constipated, bitch; tell these pigs to back off The mind of a rapist, Denaun never changes Beat up strangers without a reason; I'm a anus Walk the street in a "Beat It" jacket with a glove to match it Drop the hat shit; I put my head on opposite and step backwards A walking zombie that's ornery Pulling armed robberies on politicians without a sense of camaraderie [Verse 4: Kuniva] I can concoct the nine slot, plus I run with the best Hop on a motorcycle, busting wheelies over your chest Bystanders standing by, thinking 'oh, what a mess' Blast through every hickie that them bitches put on your neck What the fuck do you expect, when the slugs get dealt And make you feel every ounce of pain that Bugz had felt A deranged team, smoking ganja greens This carbine'll make your fucking head shake like tambourines I pledge allegiance to the streets of the D And if you think you out cold, catch a piece of this heat And when it blast, it'll take off every piece of your [niece] From her barettes to her cheeks to her cute little feet [Chorus: Eminem] It's Devil's Night, it's Devil's Night, it's Devil Night Cause I came back to rule this time (it's Devil Night) Cause I came back to take what's mine (it's Devil's Night) It's Devil's Night, it's Devil's Night, it's Devil Night Cause I came back to rule this time (it's Devil Night) Cause I came back to take what's mine (it's Devil's Night) [Verse 5: Bizarre] (Stop taking drugs!) I'm trying My little boy is dying, he losing too much iron And if I die, it won't be because I got shot: It'll be because I tied my arm in a sock and smoked rock Taking drugs is cool, that's why I buy 'em Shoot 'em up my ass; let your little brother try 'em Ten years is what I'm facing Police breakin' in my house, Lil' Bow Wow in the basement (Jermaine!) A rapist that'll bust in your mouth I'll probably be in jail 'fore this fucking album comes out I'm eighteen years old, still shitting the bed Beaten 'til I'm red; fed nothing but water and bread It's me again, fucking dirty jinn So what if it burns, bitch, when I stick it in? No medication; I'm out of Percocet I lost my weed plus my fucking diaper's wet [Chorus: Eminem] It's Devil's Night, it's Devil's Night, it's Devil Night Cause I came back to rule this time (it's Devil Night) Cause I came back to take what's mine (it's Devil's Night) It's Devil's Night, it's Devil's Night, it's Devil Night Cause I came back to rule this time (it's Devil Night) Cause I came back to take what's mine (it's Devil's Night)15

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Let’s Get Dirty (I Can’t Get in da Club)

Redman

[Intro] Attention, all you niggas, all you bitches Time to put down the Cristal Time to take off the ice for a minute Time to throw a little mud in this motherfucker Turn me up some Yo Oh shit, who those motherfuckers coming in here? No, it can't be (Yo) [Verse 1: Redman] Yo, give me some room, I'm throwing elbows Timberland boots, Air Force and shell-toes, who the fuck is them? If I gotta pay to get in the club I'ma go pop the trunk and turn the street volume up to ten I ain't on the guest list, I ain't V.I.P I snuck in the exit, learned to D-I-P My dress code is all black when I'm making the moves Similar to the new PlayStation 2 I can't help it if the club only packin' a G And the fire marshal wanna shut it down at three And you ballin' ass niggas, who's dressed to kill For the hoes showing the toes with extra heels (Man) I gotta get in, I drove here With a car load of bitches charged on Belvedere My niggas hit the cells if the line is thick So I drive the 500 through the door of the bitch You might also like[Interlude: DJ Kool] Yo, Red, what's up, man? Ayy, they ain't trying to let you in the club Yo, DJ Kool to the rescue We gon' break this joint down Ayo [Chorus: DJ Kool & Redman] If you pumping this one in your truck (Let's get dirty) Say let's get dirty (Let's get dirty) And you really don't give a what (Let's get dirty) Say let's get dirty (Let's get dirty) Everybody get your hands up (Let's get dirty) Say let's get dirty (Let's get dirty) If you ain't come to party shut up (Let's get dirty, come on) Say let's get dirty [Verse 2:Redman] Yo, security patting my legs and waist But if I vacate the place, it'll be (Stay down) All my niggas in the huddle, on the count of three We gonna bum rush the tunnel with a pound of weed Cut the light on, you see it's Brick City in here Blazing like Biggie passed us a semi in here Don't sleep, stay wide awoke You dialed doc, not dial-a-joke Crawl or you'll die in smoke I keep it heated when the hawk is out Seated low Tahoe, beat it when the dark is out I'm outside of the line and I'm acting a fool Like a three o'clock bully waiting after school (Punks) I've been in this line for hours I even killed the time by helping my man pass out fliers Now all I wanna do is get in where I fit in Shake my ass with the baddest pigeon with her wig in Jump, move, crash, smoke, drink Shake that ass thang, the fuck you think? Papa Bear at the table, and the porridge is pouring Since Def is the label I belong in a morgue I'm walking half dead, acting senile With bigger niggas from jail than the one on "Green Mile" I'll huff and puff, blow the club down I'll snuff a duck, I'm headed uptown [Interlude: DJ Kool] Yeah, that's right, we up in this joint now Ayo, we getting ready to take over Freddie, you grab the mic, I'ma grab the turntables We gon' rock this joint, baby [Chorus: DJ Kool & Redman] If you got up in the club free (Let's get dirty) Say let's get dirty (Let's get dirty) And you drunk up in the V.I.P. (Let's get dirty) Say let's get dirty (Let's get dirty) If you swingin' from them club nights (Let's get dirty) Say let's get dirty (Let's get dirty) And you like to start them club fights (Let's get dirty) Say let's get dirty Everybody wave your hands now (Let's get dirty) Say let's get dirty (Let's get dirty) Everybody jump up and down (Let's get dirty, come on) Say let's get dirty (Let's get dirty) Everybody come to wild out (Let's get dirty, wild out) Say let's get dirty (Let's get dirty) If you a big dog no doubt (Let's get dirty) Say let's get dirty Everybody wave your hands now (Let's get dirty, put 'em up) Say let's get dirty (Let's get dirty) Everybody jump up and down (Let's get dirty, come on) Say let's get dirty (Let's get dirty) Everybody keep it going now (Let's get dirty, keep it going) Say let's get dirty (Let's get dirty) Just a little bit louder now (Let's get dirty, louder) Say let's get dirty, come on, come on Let's get dirty Let's get dirty Keep it going now (Let's get dirty) [Outro] This is DJ Say What on this motherfucker2

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Happiness is a Warm Gun

The Beatles

[Part I: The Dirty Old Man – 00:00-00:43] [Verse 1: John Lennon, John Lennon & Paul McCartney] She's not a girl who misses much Do do do do do do, oh yeah She's well-acquainted with the touch of the velvet hand Like a lizard on a window pane The man in the crowd with the multicoloured mirrors On his hobnail boots Lying with his eyes while his hands are busy Working overtime A soap impression of his wife which he ate And donated to the National Trust [Part II: The Junkie – 00:43-01:35] [Guitar Solo] [Verse 2: John Lennon] (Down) I need a fix 'cause I'm going down Down to the bits that I left uptown I need a fix 'cause I'm going down [Bridge: John Lennon & Paul McCartney] Mother Superior jumped the gun Mother Superior jumped the gun Mother Superior jumped the gun Mother Superior jumped the gun Mother Superior jumped the gun Mother Superior jumped the gun You might also like[Part III: The Gunman (Satire of '50s R&R) – 01:35-02:45] [Chorus] Happiness is a warm gun (Bang, bang, shoot, shoot) Happiness is a warm gun, mama (Bang, bang, shoot, shoot) [Verse 3] When I hold you in my arms (Ooh, oh, yeah) And I feel my finger on your trigger (Ooh, oh, yeah) I know nobody can do me no harm (Ooh, oh, yeah) Because [Outro] (Happiness) Is a warm gun, mama (Bang, bang, shoot, shoot) Happiness is a warm gun, yes, it is (Bang, bang, shoot, shoot) Happiness is a warm, yes, it is, gun (Happiness, bang, bang, shoot, shoot) Well, don't you know that happiness is a warm gun, mama? (Is a warm gun, yeah)25

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Shit On You

D12

[Intro: Eminem] I'll shit on you (Da-da, da-da, da-da) I'll shit on you (Da-da, da-da, da-da) I'll shit on you (Da-da, da-da, da-da) I'll shit on you (Da-da, da-da, da-da) I'll shit on you (Ha-ha), I will shit on you I'll shit on you, girl, you know I'll shit on you, bitch or man I'll shit on you, I will shit on you (Swifty McVay) [Verse 1: Swifty McVay with Eminem] I remain fatter than gluttony Tapin' bombs on the back of record companies Blow 'em up if they ain't wantin' me The National Guards, they scared of huntin' me I love beef; I got you hoes duckin' me A drug thief, bitch, I'll take your marijuana These slugs'll keep your ass away from my corner I drown niggas in hundred degree saunas You can act if fool if ya wanna (Biatch!) This is lyrical piranha, strapped with a grenade in the pool wit' yo mama Attack her by the legs, then I pull her to the bottom Swift's nuttin' up like a condom, slappin' if you fuckers got a problem When I see 'em, you hoes ending up in a fuckin' mausoleum Or hidden in the trunk of a black and gold BM (Biatch) Pull in the garage while you screamin' Keep the motor on then I'm leavin', I'll shit on you You might also like[Chorus: Eminem] I will shit on you I don't care who you are I'll shit on you I don't give a fuck about you or your car I'll shit on you Fuck your house, fuck your jewellery and fuck your watch I'll shit on you Fuck your wife, fuck your kids, fuck your family I'll sh... [Verse 2: Bizarre & Eminem] I'm an alcoholic, where's the fucking toilet? Pass the hot dog (Bizarre aren't you Islamic?) Bitch, shut your fucking mouth, I'ma keep eatin' 'til Richard Simmons comes to my house with a chainsaw to cut me out (My house, my house) I'll fuck your wife; I had sex since I met her Too busy fuckin' a twelve-year-old babysitter And all women ain't shit Only good for cookin', cleanin', and suckin' dick, and that's it (I said it) I'm responsible for killin' John Candy Got JonBenet Ramsey in my '98 Camry (She's lost) I don't give a fuck who you are I'll shit on anybody; truly yours, The Idiotic Bizarre [Verse 3: Eminem] My adolescent years weren't shit to what I do now I never grew up, I was born grown and grew down The older I get, the dumber the shit I get in The more ignorant, the incident is I fit in Ignoring the shit how boring it gets When there's no one to hit, I don't know when to quit throwin' a fit (Nope) I know I'm a bit flaky, but they make me It's they who egged me and say they can take me (Come on) It's they who legs I break and make achy 'Cause they who mistake me make me so angry (I'll shit on you!) I'll spit on you Start pissin' and do the opposite on you You weren't listenin', I said I'll cop a squat on you Start spilling my guts like chicken cordon bleu and Straight shit like Notorious B.I.G. did to that bitch On his skit on his last album, pull my pants down, I'll shit on you [Chorus: Eminem] I will shit on you I don't care who you are I'll shit on you I don't give a fuck about you or your car I'll shit on you Fuck your house, fuck your jewellery and fuck your watch shit I'll shit on you Fuck your wife, fuck your kids, fuck your family, I'll– I'll shit on you [Verse 4: Kon Artis & Eminem] Is Richard Pryor still alive? If not I'm sicker than he was prior to him dyin' (What?!) Born brainless, this steel ain't stainless Your bloodstains are all over this steel god dang-it Bitch, bring it, these niggas that I hang with'll Hang you up naked by your ankles danglin' (Come on, let me down) My need I stay strangling, I don't need your help If you won't give me the pussy, I don't loosen my belt (I'll shit on you!) I'm what your daddy's not, your mom's kinda cock Your sister's teen crush, your aunt's supply of rocks Buck fifty cross your neck Floss your TEC; I'll beat you wit' it across your chest [Verse 5: Kuniva, Eminem & Both] Yo, it's only right I jack your car keys and run Spent all of my advancements on weed and guns For fun, when I'm drunk, I'll run a truck through the weed house Jump out and beat ya peeps down worse than Steve Stoute Put you in chokeholds I learned last week From the Policeman who caught me stealing weed from his jeep (Hey, hey, hey!) I see hoes biting, y'all don't wanna brawl That's like Deebo fighting Peabo Bryson (Uh, I'll shit on you) Fuck what you hollerin' and yellin' about I'll reach in your mouth and pull your fuckin' skeleton out Niggas get hit wit' a two piece (Bling-bling) Wit' a poisonous sting, I'm such a violent thing [Chorus: Eminem] I'll shit on you I will shit on you I don't care who you are I'll shit on you I don't give a fuck about you or your car I'll shit on you Fuck your house, fuck your jewel'ry and fuck your watch I'll shit on you Fuck your wife, fuck your kids, fuck your family I'll shit on you [Verse 6: Eminem] Once I get on two Hits of ex' my disk slips and disconnects 'Til I walk around this bitch with a twisted neck But still, shit on the first bitch who disrespects (C'mon, I'll shit on you) Overreaction is my only reaction Which only sets off a chain reaction It puts five more zany actin' maniacs in action A Rat Pack in black jackets who pack ten Nine millimeters, five criminals pulling heaters And spilling liters of blood like swimming pools Shiesty individuals shoot at bitches too A lot of people say misogynistic which is true I don't deny it, matter of fact I stand by it So please stand by as I start up a damn riot If you don't wanna get stampeded then stand quiet (Get back) Boy, girl, dog, woman, man, child, I'll shit on you [Chorus: Eminem] I will shit on you I don't care who you are I'll shit on you I don't give a fuck about you or your car I'll shit on you Fuck your house, fuck your jewel'ry and fuck your watch I'll shit on you I will fuck your wife if you fuck with me (Psst) I'll shit on you [Outro: Eminem] You heard me (Haha) Bitch, I'll shit on you D12 will shit on you Your life, your wife, your kids, your car I'll shit on you Your house, your spouse, your rings, your things I'll shit on you I'll shit on you I'll shit on you20

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24 - 23

Jeezy

[Intro] Yeah Oh, this shit right here, nigga This Thug Motivation-103 See, look, I'm on my way Tell niggas what I'm doing, nigga What you doin', nigga? I said "I'm sittin here chillin' with this Rollie on my arm" What I paid for it shoulda came with an alarm Yeah I'm tryna fuck baby don't be alarmed I used to pay Kobe, but now I pay LeBron [Hook] See I'm sitting here chilling with this Rollie on my arm What I paid for it, should've came with an alarm Yeah I'm tryna fuck, baby don't be alarmed See I used to pay Kobe, but now I pay Lebron Kobe, Lebron, Kobe, Lebron Yeah I used to pay Kobe until I paid Lebron Kobe, Lebron, Kobe, Lebron 24, 23, y'all niggas remember me [Verse 1] Y'all niggas remember who? Summer of '02 Came through in that white thang They ain't know what to do They ain't know what to think I ain't know how to feel And I ain't even have a deal then dawg, let's keep it real And while we at it, nigga, let's just keep it trill Still the realest nigga in it, homie, how you feel? I said "I'm feeling like a million bucks" Make me go to Footlocker and buy about a million chucks Uh-oh! They say the club is off the chain I'm on my Louis shit today, fuck some Gucci, mane These niggas still on my dick They like some groupies mane Can't keep they lips closed They worse than coochies mane And that fruity looking stupid like some Coogi, mane Let you trick me out these streets You must be stupid mane Tell him this ain't what he want, not the boy Snow But between me and you I think the boy slow See Jeezy LiveGet tickets as low as $51You might also like[Hook] See I'm sitting here chilling with this Rollie on my arm What I paid for it, should've came with an alarm Yeah I'm tryna fuck, baby don't be alarmed See I used to pay Kobe, but now I pay Lebron Kobe, Lebron, Kobe, Lebron Yeah I used to pay Kobe until I paid Lebron Kobe, Lebron, Kobe, Lebron 24, 23, y'all niggas remember me [Verse 2] Y'all niggas remember that money before rap Niggas round my way call me Mr. Been-Had-A-Sack Them Boyz-N-Da-Hood they call a nigga Mr. Bring It Back Mr. Go and Get It anywhere you know I keep a map They say it's going down tonight I hope I make it back He say he reeing up now you know I'm loving that She say it's going down tonight you know I'm fucking that And ain't no sense in searching me, you know I'm fucking strapped Uh-oh! They say the club is off the chain Straight shots to the head fuck some Juice, mane Ask the real niggas in the city who got the Juice, mane These niggas talking bout they work but where they proof mane Y'all know these niggas clowns and I'm the truth, mane And this is what your going for then what's the use, mane Tell 'em this ain't what they want not the boy snow But between me and you, I think them boys slow [Hook] See I'm sitting here chilling with this Rollie on my arm What I paid for it, should've came with an alarm Yeah I'm tryna fuck, baby don't be alarmed See I used to pay Kobe, but now I pay Lebron Kobe, Lebron, Kobe, Lebron Yeah I used to pay Kobe until I paid Lebron Kobe, Lebron, Kobe, Lebron 24, 23, y'all niggas remember me [Verse 3] Y'all niggas remember when I used to get it in V.P. West End Pull up with a light tint Fall up in the spot Blow about a light ten Blow about a light ten? All that on light-skin Couple hundred karats and all that's on my skin You niggas get the picture, well, alright then Pardon me, feds takin snap shots Ain't been there 30 minutes spent the half block Uh-oh! The club is still off the chain Don't stop there! "Where the after party, mane?" "Jizzle, who you tryna invite?" Everybody, mane! This is my summer and I'm killing everybody mane So I'ma be out in every hood Hollering at everybody And I'ma be in every spot, nigga, and every party See this is what they want, yeah, that boy snow But between me and you I think them hoes know [Hook] See I'm sitting here chilling with this Rollie on my arm What I paid for it, should've came with an alarm Yeah I'm tryna fuck, baby don't be alarmed See I used to pay Kobe, but now I pay Lebron Kobe, Lebron, Kobe, Lebron Yeah I used to pay Kobe until I paid Lebron Kobe, Lebron, Kobe, Lebron 24, 23, y'all niggas remember me

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Stimulate

Eminem

[Intro] Psst, hey, listen (Da-da, da-da, da-da, da, da-da-da, da-da) Haha, I love my job (Woo!) Makes me feel like Superman! (Da-da, da-da, da-da, da-da, da-da) Haha, can you fly? I can, wanna see? [Chorus] I'm only entertainin' you, my Goal is to stimulate, makin' you high And take you and I To a place that you can't see but I believe you can fly I don't mean nobody harm, I'm just partyin' I'm not your dad, not your mom, not your guardian Just the man who's on the mic So let me entertain you [Verse 1] My lyrical content is constantly under fire No wonder why I constantly bomb back To combat attacks with constant concepts are constantly took outta context Failure to communicate with Congress has Been a problem for the longest, I guess, but Maybe one day we can make some progress Food for thought, see how long it takes to digest Feelin' good when I should be ashamed Shit, I really shoulda fell but I stood, see, I came Like a flame in the night, like a ghost in the dark There's a ray, there's a light, there's a hope, there's a spark But when planets collide they'll never see eye to eye Until they decide to set their differences aside And this is why only one of us will survive So children, follow my lead and feel the vibe, because You might also like[Chorus] I'm only entertainin' you, my Goal is to stimulate, makin' you high And take you and I To a place that you can't see but I believe you can fly I don't mean nobody harm, I'm just partyin' I'm not your dad, not your mom, not your guardian Just the man who's on the mic So let me entertain you [Verse 2] My music can be slightly amusin' so serious, it might be confusin' Tryin' to separate the truth from entertainment It's stupid, ain't it? I get sick of tryin' to explain it See, I could sit and argue with you, but it goes beyond Just being a snot, pointy-nosed bleach-blond 'Cause I came here to uplift, let your woes be gone Tell 'em to get fucked and just mosey on Constantly movin', constantly usin' The Constitution as a form of restitution Bless the children, nothin' less than brilliant Let me entertain you like Robbie Williams I'll be here when y'all are gone, rebuildin' World revolvin', still evolvin', still Slim How many kids’ll copy? Prob'ly millions But I'ma do this as a fuckin' hobby till then, 'cause [Chorus] I'm only entertainin' you, my Goal is to stimulate, makin' you high And take you and I To a place that you can't see but I believe you can fly I don't mean nobody harm, I'm just partyin' I'm not your dad, not your mom, not your guardian Just the man who's on the mic So let me entertain you [Verse 3] My lyrical content contains subject matter That sucks up all these fucked-up young kids At a alarming rate, common denominate Add it up and you'll see just why I dominate I try to stimulate, but kids emulate And mimic every move you make, "Slim, you great!" But wait, can't you see I'm only here to entertain? I gotta be the one to go against the grain 'Cause, man, I see it, feel it, live it, but it's inhumane For me to see you be influenced and pretend you ain't But they don't understand that I've been through pain If you get to know me I could be a friend you gain But you can't just stand there and try to judge It hurts but your jealousy probably tears you up inside as much And it's such a pleasure, every button that I touch I treasure every glutton that I punish in my lust, but [Chorus] I'm only entertainin' you, my Goal is to stimulate, makin' you high And take you and I To a place you that can't see but I believe you can fly I don't mean nobody harm, I'm just partyin' I'm not your dad, not your mom, not your guardian Just the man who's on the mic So let me entertain you [Outro] Enif eb lliw gnihtyreve dnA Uoy niatretne em tel oS Edir eht rof ereh ylno m'I Uoy evas ot ereh ton m'I31

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Bitch Please II

Eminem

[Intro: Snoop Dogg & Dr. Dre] Yeah, what up, Detroit? Nu-uh, nu-uh nuh, no, he didn't (Ah) They didn't do it again (What-what, you what?) You shitted on these niggas two times, Dr. Dre? Oh, fo' sho' Uh-uh, naw, you smell that? This is special right here (What-what, what-what-what?) Yeah, it's a toast to the boogie, baby, uh To the boogie-oogie-oogie Yeah, ya know, what's crackin', Dre? [Verse 1: Dr. Dre & Snoop Dogg] Just let me lay back and kick some old simplistic pimp shit on Slim's shit And start riots like Limp Bizkit Best throw on "Guilty Conscience" at concerts And watch mosh pits 'til motherfuckers knock each other unconscious (Watch out, nigga!) Some of these crowds that Slim draws Is rowdy as Crenshaw Boulevard when it's packed and full of cars Some of these crowds me and Snoop draw IS niggas from Crenshaw From Long Beach to South Central Whoa! Not these niggas again These grown-ass ignorant men with hair-triggers again (Shit!) You and what army could harm me? D.R.E. and Shady with Doggy from Long Beach (Westside) Came a long way to makin' these songs play It'll be a wrong move to stare at me the wrong way I got a long Uz' and I carry it all day Sometimes it's like a nightmare just bein' Andre But I... You might also like[Verse 2: Snoop Dogg & Eminem] Somehow, some way Hello, nigga! You know about Dogg-ay (Snoop Dogg) And let me cut these niggas up and show 'em where the fuck I'm comin' from I get the party crackin' from the shit that I be spittin', son (Yeah) Hit-and-run, get it done, get the funds, split and run (Watch out) Got about fifty guns and I love All of 'em the same, bang-bang (Word up) Damn, baby girl, what's your name? (What's your name?) I forgot, what'd you say it was? Damn, a nigga buzzed (Fucked up) Hangin' in the club with my nephew Eminem (What's up, Slim?) What up, Cuz? (What up, Snoop?) The Great White American Hope (Uh-huh) Done hooked up with the king of the motherfuckin' West Coast, baby [Chorus: Nate Dogg & Snoop Dogg] And you don't really wanna fuck with me Only nigga that I trust is me Fuck around and make me bust this heat That's the devil, they always wanna dance [Verse 3: Xzibit] I'm the Head Nigga In Charge, I'm watchin' you move You're found dead in your garage with ten o'clock news coverage Gotta love it 'cause I expose the façade Your little lungs is too small to hotbox with God All jokes aside, come bounce with us Standin' over you with a 12 gauge about to bust It's like ashes to ashes and dust to dust I might leave in a bodybag, but never in cuffs So who do you trust? They just not rugged enough When things get rough, I'm in the club shootin' with Puff Bitch, please! You must have a mental disease Assume the position and get back down on your knees Come on [Chorus: Nate Dogg & Snoop Dogg] And you don't really wanna fuck with me Only nigga that I trust is me Fuck around and make me bust this heat That's the devil, they always wanna dance And you don't really wanna fuck with me Only nigga that I trust is me Fuck around and make me bust this heat That's the devil, they always wanna dance [Verse 4: Eminem & Snoop Dogg] Aw, naw! Big Slim Dogg Eighty pound balls (What?), dick six-inch long (Mm) Back up in the heezy, baby! He's Shady! (He's so crazy!) (Ha-ha-ha) Give me the mic, let me recite 'til Timothy White Pickets outside the Interscope offices every night What if he's right? I'm just a criminal makin' a livin' off of the world's misery What in the world gives me the right to say what I like And walk around flippin' the bird? Livin' the urban life like a white kid from the burbs Dreamin' at night of screamin' at Mom, schemin' to leave Run away from home and grow to be as evil as me I just want you all to notice me, and people to see That somewhere deep down, there's a decent human being in me It just can't be found, so the reason you've been seeing this me Is 'cause this is me now, the recent dude who's being this mean So when you see me dressin' up like a nerd on TV Or heard the CD usin' the fag word so freely It's just me bein' me; here, want me to tone it down? Suck my fuckin' dick, you faggot! You happy now? Look here: I start some trouble everywhere that I go (That I go) Ask the bouncers in the club 'cause they know ('Cause they know) I start some shit, they throw me out the back door (The back door) Come back and shoot the club up with a .44 (A .44) [Chorus: Nate Dogg & Snoop Dogg] And you don't really wanna fuck with me Only nigga that I trust is me Fuck around and make me bust this heat That's the devil, they always wanna dance And you don't really wanna fuck with me Only nigga that I trust is me Fuck around and make me bust this heat That's the devil, they always wanna dance [Outro: Xzibit] 2001 and forever Slim Shady, Dr. Dre Snoop Dogg, X to the Z Nate Dogg, come on, yeah87

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King Kong

Curren$y

[Intro] Ha, yeah (Yeah) Jets Fool Pilot Talk, nigga (Pilot Talk, nigga) Everybody around this bitch got money We ain't never gon run outta weed Yeah Look up Ugh [Verse 1] Yeah, hollow a mountain out Build a villa in it, pimp—that's what I'm talking bout Ugh, closed-minded lil' children I write my way to a million, looking out the plane windows Fuck around, get popped like a collar For slipping in my city, get bitten, chewed, swallowed, fool What, you think you like me? Your idol and your rival, I be— Holding the title with the precision of a hunter's rifle Shots fired, the forest too quiet, trees ignited Fall back, baby girl; let me get high, chick Eagle droppings: fly shit—who gon' stop him? On the grind, I am like a quarterback attacking Defensive lineman—homie, who gon' block him? See Curren$y LiveGet tickets as low as $83You might also like[Hook] Tearing through the city Snatching bitches, top of the building King Kong ain't got shit on me Twenty-five/eight Going ape for the cake, nigga King Kong ain't got shit on me Wannabe pilots get swatted out the sky around I King Kong ain't got shit on me Larger than life They hate me because they ain't me King Kong ain't got shit on me [Verse 2] Yeah, came up, put it down for my set what I did Jets, nigga! Founder of a flyer society Raising the partition so the driver won't bother me Women wishing for a position on either side of me Hoping for a free ride to the top with me Spending my cheese, smoking my broccoli Dressed neat, left the hotel suite sloppy off the Chopper tree Upstate New York, Woodstock, Saugerties The view from my rocking chair, you would not believe A million miles from New Orleans Left the key to the city with my brother; now, I'm comin back for it [Hook] Tearing through the city Snatching bitches, top of the building King Kong ain't got shit on me Twenty-five/eight Going ape for the cake, nigga King Kong ain't got shit on me Wannabe pilots get swatted out the sky around I King Kong ain't got shit on me Larger than life They hate me because they ain't me King Kong ain't got shit on me [Outro] On me Nigga

Hip-Hop

Prioritize

Curren$y

[Verse 1: Curren$y] Raised lettering on my Hoosiers Drag strips slicks rear of the Barracuda Them niggas ain't shit, just mothafuckin' poo-poo Sissy-ass zero, mothafuckin' fruit loops Homie, who your hero? Who taught you your moves? Z'ed in my limo, woke up in my hotel room Hoes just following they noses, to my door It's no joke, momma just roll this You can hit it after my lil brother say he straight You gon' get your turn on the doobie bitch just wait, no beginner luck Coming from me, this is just fate because I had faith certain I can make it shake, like turbulence Sweet sugar babies all sleeping in my nursery Walk in, suckas go to shuffling, nervously Won't stop 'til I reside at the top permanently 21 joints burning for me [Chorus: Curren$y] And if you ain't got no rims, nigga Don't get no wood grain steering wheel But you can lay back, let your paper stack Instead of going into overkill, pay your fuckin' beeper bill bitch [Verse 2: Nesby Phips] This is to them niggas that think this shit is sweet I guess it is, hah? Cause I'm in first class, making beats Sipping cranberry, no liquor, deboard the plane Hoes stop me for a picture, I ain't tripping Even tho I'm a fall back nigga, but that's how it is When your crew on buzz, people do show love Fall thru, and all my town niggas do roll bud But leave them blunts in your car, cause we don't do those cuz That's a mean pair of kicks, kudos love Now she, cooking me breakfast after lusting me for dinner Figure she won't lose cause she fuckin' with a winner I told her game over to reset, press Enter See Curren$y LiveGet tickets as low as $83You might also like[Chorus: Curren$y] And if you ain't got no rims, nigga Don't get no wood grain steering wheel But you can lay back, let your paper stack Instead of going into overkill, pay your fuckin' beeper bill bitch [Verse 3: Curren$y] Mission Impossible: completed Obstacles are optical illusions We don't really see 'em, they put rules in place Cause y'all need 'em, some people are like sheep I got no mercy for the weak Especially when niggas next to me and ready to eat I put 'em in position to get them, I'm getting me Louisana traveler twistband, looking for my music Is bringing listeners under the ground like quicksand Kawasaki ninja on the kickstand, any minute I'm outty Like four rings, truth in engineering ya got me Bitches longing to be by me, hypnotic karate Talk that dress right off of her body She so wet, she soggy from these verbal massages Highed up, astrologist, smoking with your goddesses Swore that I would do all of this [Chorus: Curren$y] And if you ain't got no rims, nigga Don't get no wood grain steering wheel But you can lay back, let your paper stack Instead of going into overkill, pay your fuckin' beeper bill bitch2

Hip-Hop

Rap Game

D12

[Intro: Bizarre] The rap game, hip-hop 101 The hardest 9-to-5 you'll ever have You can't learn this shit in no history book You ready to rap, motherfucker? You ready to sell your soul? Ha-ha-ha-ha, the rap game, motherfucker! [Verse 1: Swifty McVay] I'm a disrupted nigga, you made me crazy You should've slayed me as a baby, behavin' shadier Than Wes Craven and you ain't even gotta pay me I take pleasure of layin' a nigga down daily You face me, drunk or sober, you’ll faint fast I'm never fucked up to where I can't whoop yo' ass Your neck'll get snapped with bare hands; fuck music Is he rappin'? It's cool, but fools, just don't confuse it What happens: these dudes get rude, then I lose it I'm scandalous, I'll blow your two kids off the atlas With a gat that's bigger than Godzilla's back, nigga You are not realer, in fact, you'll feel the effects Of a crack dealer, y'all presidents sends me smack And got a MAC-10 with it, so I ain't gotta rap But I'm thankful for that, don't mistaken me, black Or you'll be stankin' in the back of a fuckin' Cadillac You might also like[Verse 2: Eminem] I'ma get snuffed, 'cause I ain't said enough to pipe down I'll pipe down when the White House gets wiped out When I see that little Cheney dyke get sniped out Lights out, bitch, adiós, goodnight *gunshot* (Ah!) Now put that in your little pipe and bite down Think for a minute, 'cause the hype just died down That I won't go up in the Oval Office right now And flip whatever ain't tied down upside down I'm all for America; fuck the government Tell that C. Delores Tucker slut to suck a dick Motherfucker ducked, what the fuck? Son of a bitch Take away my gun, I'm gonna tuck some other shit Can't tell me shit about the tricks of this trade Switchblade with a little switch to switch blades And switch from a six to a sixteen-inch blade Shit's like a samurai sword; a sensei Shit just don't change to this day I'm this way, still tell that ut-slay itch-bay Uck-say my ick-day, 'scuse my ig-pay atin-lay But uck-fay you ig-pay (50!) [Chorus: 50 Cent] This rap game, this rap game (Yeah) I ain't sellin' my soul for this rap game And I ain't diggin' no hole for this rap game Man, I'm tellin' you: no, it ain't happenin' This rap game, this rap game I ain't sellin' my soul for this rap game I ain't diggin' no hole for this rap game This rap game, this rap game [Verse 3: Kon Artis] I bet you'd rather me drink and drown in my own inequity But fuck that! I'ma rap 'til y'all all get sick of me And clutch my nut sack and spit all who pick at me A pitt and rott mix, fuck the dogs you sic on me I'm sayin' you motherfuckers don't know us, quit playin' If I'm broke, then I'm breakin' up in the place where you layin' You know, same shit every nigga done in his life I look at this, why speak on what I want when I write? So why should I ever fear another man If he bleed like I bleed, take a piss and he stand? Okay, you win, you can say we can't rap But no Source never made me not buy an album when they say it was wack [Verse 4: Kuniva] I walk in that party and just start bustin' Right after I hear the last verse of "Self Destruction" This liquor makes me wanna blast the chrome To let you know the time without Morris Day and Jerome (Nigga) I'm low down and shifty, quickly call Swifty To do a drive-by on the tenth speed with 50 You're feelin' lucky? Squeeze, I catch you outside of Chuck E. Cheese with your seed, you be an unlucky G My lifestyle is unstable: a partyin' addict They said, "No fighting in the club" – so I brought me a 'matic Coughin' the static, I jump niggas; call me a rabbit Poppin' the tablet and guns that saw you in half with [Bridge: 50 Cent] Believe me, we run this rap shit, fo' sheezy Make makin' millions look easy Everywhere you turn, you see me You hear me, believe me Before you see my pistol in 3D No time to call a peace treaty Dial 911, ‘cause you need the Police to help you believe me [Verse 5: Proof] I snatch the chalk from the sidewalk and piss on the curb This is absurd, these street niggas twistin' my words We finally could say goodbye to Hollywood 'Cause Proof and Shyne, man, shit, nothing in common The nastiest band with gats in each hand We never bow down to be a flash in the pan No remorse; fuck your stature, dog! Nothing to do with hands when I clap at y'all Put your jaw on the ground with the four and the pound Then I'm gone outta town 'fore the law come around So we can battle with raps, we can battle with gats Matter of fact we can battle for plaques [Interlude: 50 Cent] This rap game [Verse 6: Bizarre] I'm too fuckin' retarded I don't give a fuck about my dick That's why I'm datin' Lorena Bobbitt My crew had an argument, who was the largest Now they all is dead and I roll as a solo artist Plus I made the beats and wrote all the raps Well, I really didn't, but I did according to this contract I was thrown in the snow with nowhere to go Freezin' 20 below, forced to join Bel Biv Devoe That's why I glued her headphones to her ear To make sure she hear it If rap don't work, I'm startin' a group with Garth Brooks Hahahaha, 50, sing the hook! [Chorus: 50 Cent] This rap game, this rap game (Yeah) I ain't sellin' my soul for this rap game And I ain't diggin' no hole for this rap game Man, I'm tellin' you: no, it ain't happenin' This rap game, this rap game I ain't sellin' my soul for this rap game I ain't diggin' no hole for this rap game This rap game, this rap game [Outro: 50 Cent] Yeah, yeah, yeah46

Hip-Hop

White America

Eminem

[Intro] America! Ha ha ha! We love you How many people are proud to be citizens Of this beautiful country of ours, the stripes and the stars For the rights that men have died for to protect? The women and men who have broke their necks For the freedom of speech the United States government has sworn to uphold... or so we're told (Yo, I want everybody to listen to the words of this song) [Verse 1] I never would've dreamed in a million years I'd see So many motherfuckin' people who feel like me Who share the same views and the same exact beliefs It's like a fuckin' army marchin' in back of me So many lives I touched, so much anger aimed In no particular direction, just sprays and sprays And straight through your radio waves, it plays and plays 'Til it stays stuck in your head for days and days Who would've thought standin' in this mirror, bleachin' my hair With some peroxide, reachin' for a t-shirt to wear That I would catapult to the forefront of rap like this? How could I predict my words would have an impact like this? I must've struck a chord with somebody up in the office 'Cause Congress keep tellin' me I ain't causin' nothin' but problems And now they're sayin' I'm in trouble with the government I'm lovin' it, I shoveled shit all my life, and now I'm dumpin' it on You might also like[Chorus] White America! I could be one of your kids White America! Little Eric looks just like this White America! Erica loves my shit I go to TRL, look how many hugs I get! (Yah!) White America! I could be one of your kids White America! Little Eric looks just like this White America! Erica loves my shit I go to TRL, look how many hugs I get! [Verse 2] Look at these eyes, baby blue, baby just like yourself If they were brown, Shady'd lose, Shady sits on the shelf But Shady's cute, Shady knew Shady's dimples would help Make ladies swoon, baby (Ooh, baby!) — Look at my sales! Let's do the math: If I was black, I would've sold half I ain't have to graduate from Lincoln High School to know that But I could rap, so fuck school, I'm too cool to go back Give me the mic! Show me where the fuckin' studio's at When I was underground, no one gave a fuck I was white No labels wanted to sign me, almost gave up, I was like "Fuck it," until I met Dre, the only one to look past Gave me a chance and I lit a fire up under his ass Helped him get back to the top, every fan black that I got Was prob'ly his in exchange for every white fan that he's got Like damn, we just swapped: sittin' back lookin' at shit, wow I'm like my skin is it startin' to work to my benefit now? It's— [Chorus] White America! I could be one of your kids White America! Little Eric looks just like this White America! Erica loves my shit I go to TRL, look how many hugs I get! (Yah!) White America! I could be one of your kids White America! Little Eric looks just like this White America! Erica loves my shit I go to TRL, look how many hugs I get! [Verse 3] See, the problem is I speak to suburban kids Who otherwise would've never knew these words exist Whose moms prob'ly would've never gave two squirts of piss 'Til I created so much motherfuckin' turbulence Straight out the tube, right into your livin' rooms I came And kids flipped when they knew I was produced by Dre That's all it took, and they were instantly hooked right in And they connected with me too, because I looked like them up under this microscope Searchin' with a fine tooth comb, it's like this rope Waitin' to choke, tightenin' around my throat Watchin' me while I write this, like, "I don't like this note!" , constant controversy Sponsors workin' 'round the clock to try to stop my concerts early Surely hip-hop was never a problem in Harlem, only in Boston After it bothered the fathers of daughters startin' to blossom So now I'm catchin' the flak from these activists when they raggin' Actin' like I'm the first rapper to smack a bitch or say "faggot", shit Just look at me like I'm your closest pal The poster child, the motherfuckin' spokesman now, for— [Chorus] White America! I could be one of your kids White America! Little Eric looks just like this White America! Erica loves my shit I go to TRL, look how many hugs I get! (Yah!) White America! I could be one of your kids White America! Little Eric looks just like this White America! Erica loves my shit I go to TRL, look how many hugs I get! [Outro] So to the parents of America, I am the Derringer Aimed at little Erica to attack her character The ringleader of this circus of worthless pawns Sent to lead the march right up to the steps of Congress And piss on the lawns of the White House To burn the *galf*​​ and replace it with a Parental Advisory sticker To spit liquor in the faces of this democracy of hypocrisy Fuck you, Ms. Cheney! Fuck you, Tipper Gore! Fuck you with the freest of speech this Divided States of Embarrassment will allow me to have! Fuck you! Ha ha ha, I'm just playin', America You know I love you125

Rap

In the Morning

J. Cole

[Verse 1: J. Cole] Baby, you summertime fine I let you get on top, I be the underline, I'm Tryna get beside you like the number nine, dime You fine as hell I guess I met you for a reason, only time can tell But well, I'm wonderin' what type of shit you wantin' Do you like the finer things or you a simple woman? Would you drink with a nigga? Do you smoke weed? Don't be ashamed, it ain't no thing, I used to blow trees Gettin' lifted, I quit but shit, I might get high with you It's only fittin' 'cause I'm lookin' super fly with you A flower, you are powerful, you do somethin' to me 'Cause girl, I caught the vibe like you threw somethin' to me So I threw 'em back, now all my niggas hollerin', “Who was that?” “Oh boy, she bad nigga, what you 'bout to do with that?” I'm finna take you home, just sip a little Patron Now we zonin', baby you so fine [Chorus: J. Cole] And can I hit it in the mornin'? Can I hit it in the mornin'? And can I hit it in the mornin'? The Sun risin' while you moanin' And can I hit it in the mornin'? Can I hit it in the mornin'? And can I hit it in the mornin'? The Sun risin' while you moanin' You might also like[Verse 2: Drake] Uh, baby, you wintertime cold The night is still young, drink that dinner wine slow I'm tryna make the goosebumps on your inner thigh show I'll let you beat me there as far as finish lines go Yeah, and if you gotta leave for work I'll be right here in the same bed that you left me in I love thick women 'cause my aunt she rode equestrian I used to go to the stables and get them kids to bet me And I would always ride the stallions whenever she let me I'm jokin', I mean that thing is pokin' I mean you kinda like that girl that's in the US Open I mean I got this hidden agenda that you provokin' I got bath water that you can soak in, things I could do with lotion Don't need a towel, we could dry off in the covers And when you think you like it, I promise you gonna love it Yeah, when lights comin' through the drapes and we both yawnin' I roll over and ask if I can hit it in the mornin' [Chorus: Drake] Yeah, can I hit it in the mornin'? Yeah, can I hit it in the mornin'? Yeah, the Sun risin' while you moanin', baby Can I hit it in the mornin', uh? Can I hit it in the mornin', yeah? Can I hit it in the mornin'? The Sun risin' while you moanin' [Verse 3: J. Cole] Hey, God bless the child that can hold his own God bless the woman that can hold Patron God bless her homegirl that drove us home No strings attached like a cordless phone You see my intentions with you was clear I'm learnin' not to judge a woman by the shit that she wear Therefore you shouldn't judge a nigga off the shit that you hear Get all defensive, apprehensive, all because my career To be fair, I know we barely know each other and yeah Somehow I wound up in your bed so where we headed from here? Just say you're scared if you're scared But if you through frontin', we can do somethin' And you know just what I'm talkin' about Tomorrow you'll be callin' out 'Cause tonight we gettin' right into the wee morn' Cook a nigga breakfast after sex is like a reward Then I go my own way, you think about me all day That's just a warnin' [Chorus: J. Cole] And can I hit it in the mornin'? Can I hit it in the mornin'? Can I hit it in the mornin'? The Sun risin' while you moanin' Can I hit it in the mornin'? Can I hit it in the mornin'? And can I hit it in the mornin'? The Sun risin' while you moanin', yeah100

Hip-HopRap

Ironic

Alanis Morissette

[Intro] Hey, yeah, yeah Yeah, ah-ah-ah, yeah, hey [Verse 1] An old man turned ninety-eight He won the lottery and died the next day It's a black fly in your Chardonnay It's a death row pardon two minutes too late [Pre-Chorus] And isn't it ironic? Don't you think? [Chorus] It's like rain on your wedding day It's a free ride when you've already paid It's the good advice that you just didn't take And who would've thought? It figures [Verse 2] Mr. Play-It-Safe was afraid to fly He packed his suitcase and kissed his kids goodbye He waited his whole damn life to take that flight And as the plane crashed down He thought, "Well, isn't this nice?" See Alanis Morissette LiveGet tickets as low as $79You might also like[Pre-Chorus] And isn't it ironic? Don't you think? [Chorus] It's like rain on your wedding day It's a free ride when you've already paid It's the good advice that you just didn't take And who would've thought? It figures [Bridge] Well, life has a funny way of sneaking up on you When you think everything's okay and everything's going right And life has a funny way of helping you out When you think everything's gone wrong And everything blows up in your face [Verse 3] A traffic jam when you're already late A "No Smoking" sign on your cigarette break It's like ten thousand spoons when all you need is a knife It's meeting the man of my dreams And then meeting his beautiful wife [Pre-Chorus] And isn't it ironic? Don't you think? A little too ironic And yeah, I really do think [Chorus] It's like rain on your wedding day It's a free ride when you've already paid It's the good advice that you just didn't take And who would've thought? It figures [Outro] And yeah, life has a funny way of sneaking up on you And life has a funny, funny way of helping you out Helping you out41

PopRock

Low Down, Dirty

Eminem

[Chorus: Redman, The Notorious B.i.G. & Eminem] I'm low down and dirty, but not ashamed! Low down dirty, even, I'm low down and I'm shifty! And if you hear a man that sounds like me, smack him Then ask him where the fuck did he get his damn raps from! I'm low down and dirty, but not ashamed! Low down dirty, even, I'm low down and I'm shifty! (Ahh) And if you hear a man that sounds like me, smack him Then ask him where the fuck did he get his damn raps from! [Verse 1: Eminem] Warnin', this shit gon' be rated R: restricted You see this bullet hole in my neck? It's self-inflicted Doctor slapped my mama, "Bitch, you got a sick kid" Arrested, molested myself, and got convicted Wearin' visors, sunglasses, and disguises 'Cause my split personality is havin' an identity crisis I'm Dr. Hyde and Mr. Jekyll, disrespectful Hearin' voices in my head while these whispers echo "Murder-murder, redrum!", brain size of a bread crumb Which drug will I end up dead from? Inebriated 'til my stress is alleviated "How in the fuck can Eminem and Shady be related?" Illiterate, illegitimate shit spitter Bitch getter, hid in the bush like Margot Kidder Jumped out (Rah!), killed the bitch and did her Used to let the babysitter suck my dick when I was littler Smoke a blunt while I'm titty fucking Bette Midler (Ah! Ah!) Sniper, waiting on your roof like the Fiddler Y'all thought I was gonna rhyme with Riddler, didn't ya? Bring yo bitch, I wanna see if this dick gon' fit in her You might also like[Chorus: Redman, The Notorious B.i.G. & Eminem] I'm low down and dirty, but not ashamed! Low down dirty, even, I'm low down and I'm shifty! And if you hear a man that sounds like me, smack him Then ask him where the fuck did he get his damn raps from! I'm low down and dirty, but not ashamed! Low down dirty, even, I'm low down and I'm shifty! (Ahh) And if you hear a man that sounds like me, smack him Then ask him where the fuck did he get his damn raps from! [Verse 2: Eminem] I lace tunes, that's out this world like space moons With a bunch of crazed loons dismissin' brains like graze wounds Nothing but idiots and misfits, dipshits Doin' whippets, passed out like sampler snippets (Hi) Where's the weed? I wanna tamper with it I'ma let your grandpa hit it Lace it up with cocaine, so he can't forget it Fuck it, maybe I'm a bum But I was put on this earth to make your baby mama cum So what I'm on is way beyond the rum Or any alcoholic beverage, losing all of my leverage Went up inside the First National Bank broke and left rich Walking biohazard causing wreckage, smoked out like Eckrich Dandruff's making my neck itch, what the fuck? Give me the check, bitch! You just lost your tip, there's a pubic hair in my breakfast (The fuck is this?) Got shit popping off like bottle cap tips (Pew) Get your cap peeled like the dead skin of your mama's chapped lips Slap dips, support domestic violence Beat your bitch's ass while your kids stare in silence (Hahahaha) I'm just joking, is Dirty Dozen really dust smoking? If all your shit's missing, then probably one of us broke in [Chorus: Redman, The Notorious B.i.G. & Eminem] I'm low down and dirty, but not ashamed! Low down dirty, even, I'm low down and I'm shifty! And if you hear a man that sounds like me, smack him Then ask him where the fuck did he get his damn raps from! I'm low down and dirty, but not ashamed! Low down dirty, even, I'm low down and I'm shifty! (Ahh) And if you hear a man that sounds like me, smack him Then ask him where the fuck did he get his damn raps from! [Verse 3] My head's ringing, like it was Spider-Sense tingling Blitzin' like Green Bay did when they shitted on New England I'm out the game, put the second string in This Brandy got me swinging, bobbing back and forth like a penguin (Ah-de-la, ah-de-la) Delinquent, chokin' microphones with broken English Make your mama be like, "Ooh, this is good! Who sings this?" "Slim Shady, his tape is dope, I dug it It's rugged, but he needs to quit talking all that drug shit" (Drug shit) It was predicted by a medic, I'd grow To be an addicted diabetic, livin' on liquid Triaminic Pathetic, but I don't think this headache's ever vanishin' Panicking, I think I might have just took too much Anacin Frozen mannequin, posin' stiffer than a statue I think I'm dying; God, is that you? (God, is that you?) Somebody help me, before I OD on an LP Take me to ER ASAP for an IV Motherfuck JLB, they don't support no hip-hop They say that's where it lives, the closest they gon' come is 2Pac It's politics, it's all a fix Set up for these white blue-collared hicks It's to make a dollar off of black music With a subliminal ball of tricks (Pssh) For those who kiss ass and swallow dicks [Chorus: Redman, The Notorious B.i.G. & Eminem] I'm low down and dirty, but not ashamed! Low down dirty, even, I'm low down and I'm shifty! And if you hear a man that sounds like me, smack him Then ask him where the fuck did he get his damn raps from! I'm low down and dirty, but not ashamed! Low down dirty, even, I'm low down and I'm shifty! (Ahh) And if you hear a man that sounds like me, smack him Then ask him where the fuck did he get his damn raps from! [Produced by Da Brigade]29

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Veteran’s Day

Rick Ross

[Intro: Lil Wayne] Oh shit Hello America Maybach Music Hahaha [Verse 1: Lil Wayne] I like my pussy a little wetter, my drinks a little colder My girls a little older with her hair past her shoulders Like my weed a little stronger, my money a lot longer If Blooding ain't right than I couldn’t be a wronger I’m a bad motherfucker, be very afraid Boy this heat'll give your ass a raspberry beret Been in the building, motherfucker, we ain't never escape Cash money is the Army, Veterans day The block had got hotter, the World had got colder So fuck a diamond chain, we wearing guns on our shoulder If you want it you can get it, come and sign up We got choppers that will put that Tony Romo 9 up Man we so fuck about it, 5-star: count it Could have fucked the world, but I left it how I found it Took the game to school now I’m 'bout to cap and gown it Got a circle of success, you can say I’m well-rounded [Interlude: Lil Wayne & Birdman] Yeah Ross (Stunna Man) And by the way, my name is Tunechi (Mula) Tunechi baby (Ya dig?), hahaha, (What up, blood? Yeah) Yerrrr See Rick Ross LiveGet tickets as low as $90You might also like[Verse 2: Birdman] Uptown roller, take it off your shoulder Tommy’s with the flag, spent the hundred high-rolling (Yeah) Flipped it off the condo, made it off the corner Sky scraping condo, top floor aroma High to the sky when I step up in this bitch Thousand dollar cologne (Yeah), no ceiling in this bitch The marble for the Louie, the bag full of cash (Cash) Keep a strap on me (Brrat), a mill on the tab Priceless with these numbers, flipping in the seat Junior doing time, kicking up his feet A mill on the books, I’m stunting with a fleet A pretty red bitch we smash every week (Believe that) Blowing on some good Maybach back seat The bitch sleeping good, a mill on the sheets Born rich from the hood, YMCMB [Interlude: Birdman & Rick Ross] Yeah, Maybach, brrrap! Veteran Day boy Is it wrong for me to pray to live forever? Ya dig? Ya understand me? Yeah I want to live forever (Maybach) [Verse 3: Rick Ross] I’m that fat motherfucker, young entrepreneurs Zombies in the street, we got them pouring out the sewers Most controversial and the motherfucking truest And by looking at my jewels, I'm still the motherfucking coolest Waving your flag, you just a fucking blood donor And this bitch far from bad, who put these fucking Uggs on her? Took her to California, spent a fucking dub on her When she walk up in the club, now every fucking thug want her I’m just so fucking special, let's see what's on the menu Fuck the promoter, my crib bigger than the venue This the shit I'm into, all-black in the rental My chopper be making hits: it's such a sad instrumental These niggas little boys, enjoying their little toys I’m building hotels off the coast of St. Croix 100 mill, I accept nothing less (Ross) Black Ray Bans at Obama’s next address [Outro: Birdman] Yeah, believe that And just like that playboy Yeah, moolah Junior Maybach, Birdman Top floor, priceless Hundid foot Backyard the pacific, ya understand me? Out the pounds, hella choppas (Just like that) 50 G's on some [blaze?] (On some [blaze?]) Born rich hood rich YMCMB, boy Ocean city view, straight [?], skyline The boss nigga Just like that (Fully loaded) Automatic (Yeah) 100 (Yeah) Believe that, brrrap5

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Get You Mad

Eminem

[Intro: Eminem] Yo, mic-check (My dick) Testing, one, two, fuck (My dick) My nuts [Verse 1: Eminem] My attitude is worse than N.W.A's was I'll battle you over stupid shit And diss people who ain't have shit to do with it Like Cool J does (My tattoo) You see me standin' outside of your buildin' Screamin', "Puffy is good, but Slim Shady is for the children" I look at my life in a new light Fuck it, give me two mics I write songs for me, fuck what you like You probably hear me rap half-hearted 'Cause I don't like rap anyway I'm just tryna get my porno career started (Oh, hell yeah) Every place and event, been there, done that Shit, Dre stuck me in a suitcase when he went Want a deal? Study these five chapters Lesson 1, throw demos as hard as you can at signed rappers Lesson 2, face 'em and diss 'em (What up, dawg?) Don't give 'em a demo, kidnap 'em (Come on, you're comin' with me, motherfucker, check this out) And make 'em come to your basement and listen Lesson 3, get a job at a label Switch demos with Canibus and put yours on the owner's table (Here, listen) Lesson 4, know you heard this before "Hey, let me get your number, I'll call you tomorrow for sure" Don't act like a fan, you wanna get signed Get the whitest A&R you can find Pull him aside and rap as wack as you can (Hey dude, come here) Lesson 5, get a hook-up at Jive Dress up like I.C.P. and have them come see you perform live And that's the key, but when you see me on the street I ain't givin' you shit, bitch, don't even bother askin' me Toilet water splashes me right in the ass when I'm spittin' 'Cause I'm always shittin' when I'm rappin', like Master P (Ungh) Got a blowjob from Paula Jones and stuffed it so far in her mouth My balls broke both of her collarbones Told Mya this shit was all about me-ah Gave Alyssa Milano syphilis, mono and gonorrhea And all three of my main girls said, "See ya" 'Cause Brandy and Monica walked in And caught me fuckin' Aaliyah I splish-splash while I'm takin' a bath Grab a handful of pills, break 'em in half, take 'em and laugh White trash, fuckin' your wife in the ass While you're out siphonin' gas For your lawn mower to cut the grass You might also like[Chorus: Eminem] So if I hurt your self-esteem and you get dissed too bad (Yo, why you diss me?) You know I just be sayin' that to get you mad And when I rap about a buncha shit you wished you had (A big dick) You know I just be sayin' that to get you mad I can't listen to that song, that shit's too sad You know I just be sayin' that to get you mad He'll never make it, his wrist is slit too bad (Nurse, nurse) You know I just be sayin' that to get you mad [Verse 2: Eminem] What a wonderful day, I should go outside and play Ain't no need to sit inside the house and hibernate Hi, Renée (Oh, hi) I was just about to toss a live grenade In your driveway and drive away (What?) Are you afraid of a blade made of a razor with AIDS? Blood drippin' from it Rippin' your stomach like a paper mâché You talk a lot of shit, but you was never ill, though I'm sick enough to beat you to death with a feather pillow Tipped over some cows, just for a joke and a laugh Jumped up, choked a giraffe Snapped his neck and broke it in half Wagin' wars, went on stage And sprayed Cage with Agent Orange And wiped my ass with his page in Source (Here) The demon is here, I'm steamin' this year I rip **** voice box out and scream in his ear It's not a gimmick, bitch, it's an image, I live it Give a fuck? I don't know what a fuck is to give it "Yeah, I don't think this guy is well" I'm high as hell, I'll beat you with a live cat When I'm swingin' him by his tail I'll fuckin', I'll fuckin', lay your nuts on the dresser Just your nutsack by itself And bang them shits with a spiked bat Cut your neck off, then sew your head right back And leave you like that You just triggered a prick who just mixed liquor Who's itchin' to leave you disfigured And stiffer than Christopher Reeves I was dealing with strep throat While your mother was breastfeeding And gave her the flesh-eating disease I'm iller than takin' a hammer and beating your knees And walkin' through South Central L.A., bleeding in jeans (Am I a Blood or a Crip?) Wakin' up the next day in breathing machines Flashin' back to bein' shot and repeating the scenes On how you just got smoked, and if you do live You'll be too scared to tell it, like a Biggie and Pac joke [Chorus: Eminem] So if I hurt your self-esteem and you get dissed too bad You know I just be sayin' that to get you mad And when I rap about a buncha shit you wished you had You know I just be sayin' that to get you mad I can't listen to that song, that shit's too sad You know I just be sayin' that to get you mad He'll never make it, his wrist is slit too bad You know I just be sayin' that to get you mad [Outro: Eminem & Sway] I know that makes you real mad, don't it? (Uh-huh) That's right, Slim Shady (Yup) Sway and Tech, sprayin' wreck (Bitch) And we don't give a heck (Uh-uh) Or a damn or a fuck or a shit So suck my mothafuckin' dick The Wake Up Show, let me tell you what it mean to me It mean hard beats, hard rhymes, B-boys Hip-hop, baby, all the way, forever14

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Waterfalls

TLC

[Verse 1: T-Boz] A lonely mother gazing out of the window Staring at a son that she just can't touch If at any time he's in a jam, she'll be by his side But he doesn't realize he hurts her so much But all the praying just ain't helping at all 'Cause he can't seem to keep himself out of trouble So he goes out and he makes his money the best way he knows how Another body laying cold in the gutter Listen to me [Chorus: T-Boz & TLC] Don't go chasing waterfalls Please stick to the rivers and the lakes that you're used to I know that you're gonna have it your way or nothing at all But I think you're moving too fast [Verse 2: T-Boz] Little precious has a natural obsession for temptation But he just can't see She gives him loving that his body can't handle But all he can say is, "Baby, it's good to me" One day, he goes and takes a glimpse in the mirror But he doesn't recognize his own face His health is fading, and he doesn't know why Three letters took him to his final resting place Y'all don't hear me See TLC LiveGet tickets as low as $69You might also like[Chorus: T-Boz & TLC, Chilli] Don't go chasing waterfalls Please stick to the rivers and the lakes that you're used to I know that you're gonna have it your way or nothing at all (Your way or no way) But I think you're moving too fast Don't go chasing waterfalls Please stick to the rivers and the lakes that you're used to I know that you're gonna have it your way or nothing at all But I think you're moving too fast [Verse 3: Left Eye] Come on! I seen a rainbow yesterday, but too many storms Have come and gone, leaving a trace of not one God-given ray Is it because my life is ten shades of gray, I pray All ten fade away, seldom praise Him for the sunny days And like His promise is true, only my faith can undo The many chances I blew to bring my life to anew Clear blue and unconditional skies Have dried the tears from my eyes, no more lonely cries My only bleeding hope is for the folk who can't cope With such an endurin' pain that it keeps 'em in the pourin' rain Who's to blame for tooting 'caine into your own vein? What a shame, you shoot and aim for someone else's brain You claim the insane, and name this day in time For falling prey to crime I say the system's got you victim to your own mind Dreams are hopeless aspirations in hopes of coming true Believe in yourself, the rest is up to me and you [Chorus: T-Boz & TLC, Chilli] Don't go chasing waterfalls Please stick to the rivers and the lakes that you're used to I know that you're gonna have it your way or nothing at all But I think you're moving too fast Don't go chasing waterfalls Please stick to the rivers and the lakes that you're used to I know that you're gonna have it your way or nothing at all But I think you're movin' too fast (Ooh, you're movin' too fast) Don't go chasing waterfalls (Don't go, don't go) Please stick to the rivers and the lakes that you're used to I know that you're gonna have it your way or nothing at all (I know, I know, your way hey) But I think you're moving too fast52

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You Got It

J. Cole

[Intro: Janelle Monáe] May this song reach your heart May this song reach your heart [Hook: J. Cole] Ay, one time (One time) one time (One time) Ay, throw your hands to the sky tonight 'Cause I think I see the baddest little thing in the world right now But I gotta make sure I’m right, and girl you dead right If your head right, I’ll be there every night I just might change your life 'Cause baby you got it (You got it) you got it (You got it) You got it (You got it) you got it (You got it, hey) [Verse 1: J. Cole] Hey, Cole World, real cold world I watch you hit the floor and watch it drop it real low, girl Last time I seen you, you was a lil old girl Had a crush, now we grown and you still so thorough Uh, clap for her, work it 'til you exhausted I swear ain't nothing worse than a bad bitch that lost it Brains off the chain, smart mouth with a dumb ass Goddamn, your ex-man is a dumbass When you was leaving, did he put up a fight? Was he stressing you? Wasn’t fucking you right? Well, one man’s trash is another man’s treasure One man’s pain is another man’s pleasure One damn thing you can’t change is the weather But even if it rain, we get rained on together, huh It’s whatever, you shine, I shine I know you got a 9 to 5, I’ll be your 5 to 9 You might also like[Hook: J. Cole] Ay, one time (One time) one time (One time) Ay, throw your hands to the sky tonight 'Cause I think I see the baddest little thing in the world right now But I gotta make sure I’m right, and girl you dead right If your head right, I’ll be there every night I just might change your life 'Cause baby you got it (You got it) you got it (You got it) You got it (You got it) you got it (You got it, hey) [Post-Hook: Janelle Monáe & J. Cole] May this song reach your heart Uh, man, I could hear 'em saying May this song reach your heart Ayy, yeah [Verse 2: J. Cole] Yeah, go 'head and pop it like you do in the mirror I’m picking through the crowd, tryna see a little clearer High heel wearer, uh, hell of a body First one to spot you and I ain't telling nobody Nope, I’m peeking at your ass, winking at your ass If I don't bag, I’ll be thinking 'bout your ass For the whole week, no time for cold feet She too bad to pass, so fine, I'm gon' speak I tell her my name Jermaine, I’m tryna be lowkey She tell me I got that flame, "Your rhymes are so deep" Damn, girl thank you, shit, you so bad Know your daddy wish he could still spank you, hol' up 'Fore these other niggas roll up and try and get ya The ones that say they riders but never do ride with ya I’m tryna vibe wit'cha so won't you throw me your phone number? And let them lames get your old number [Hook: J. Cole] Ay, one time (One time) one time (One time) Ay, throw your hands to the sky tonight 'Cause I think I see the baddest little thing in the world right now But I gotta make sure I’m right, and girl you dead right If your head right, I’ll be there every night I just might change your life 'Cause baby you got it (You got it) you got it (You got it) You got it (You got it) you got it (You got it, hey) [Post-Hook: Janelle Monáe & Wale] May this song reach your heart May this song reach your heart Roc Nation, Wale, haha [Verse 3: Wale] Look, Cole World, still a cold world And a couple y'all is cool but we a little more thorough, huh Whole time, a little more girls You know I spit that sick shit and there’s still no cure Hold up, loud packs like I got cancer Choking on them white boys make a Black Panther Love my women with high heels and high standards And only cheat on my broad if I run out of answers I got that vicious flow, Moncler winter coat I ain't superstitious, I make all these broads split my pole Ha, you dig it, this shit ain't for beginners I’m something like a fetus, see, I'm not quite kidding And there's something you ain't seeing like I block y'all vision Like my Remy with no juice, you a lot like Bishop Hundred K in twenty-two hours See, money talks, you muthafuckers is Boomhauer No check back, in debt, yep Loud in my J, y'all smoke that Gallaudet Higher than I need to be, flyer 'cause I need to be Love our conversation but it’s late right now, I need to beat, haha One time for the Ville that Cole rep Another time for the city of the slow death I don't understand why these niggas so vexed I don't need no chains with no cross to know I’m blessed Hold up! [Hook: J. Cole] Ay, one time (One time) one time (One time) Ay, throw your hands to the sky tonight 'Cause I think I see the baddest little thing in the world right now But I gotta make sure I’m right, and girl you dead right If your head right, I’ll be there every night I just might change your life 'Cause baby you got it (You got it) you got it (You got it) You got it (You got it) you got it (You got it, hey) [Outro: Janelle Monáe] May this song reach your heart May this song reach your heart16

Hip-HopRap

Blame Game

Kanye West

[Produced by DJ Frank E, Kanye West & Mike Dean] [Intro: Kanye West] Whose fault? [Chorus: John Legend] Let's play the blame game, I love you more Let's play the blame game for sure Let's call out names, names, I hate you more Let's call out names, names for sure [Bridge: John Legend] I'll call you bitch for short As a last resort and my first resort You call me motherfucker for long At the end of it, you know we both were wrong [Chorus: John Legend] But I love to play the blame game, I love you more Let's play the blame game for sure Let's call out names, names, I hate you more Let's call out names, names for sure [Verse 1: Kanye West] On the bathroom wall I wrote "I'd rather argue with you than to be with someone else" I took a piss and dismiss it like "fuck it" And I went and found somebody else Fuck arguing and harvesting the feelings Yo, I'd rather be by my fuckin' self 'Til about 2 a.m. and I call back And I hang up and I start to blame myself Somebody help You might also like[Chorus: John Legend] Let's play the blame game, I love you more Let's play the blame game for sure Let's call out names, names, I hate you more Let's call out names, names for sure [Verse 2: Kanye West] You weren't perfect, but you made life worth it Stick around, some real feelings might surface Been a long time since I spoke to you in a bathroom Grippin' you up, fuckin' and chokin' you What the hell was I supposed to do? I know you ain't gettin' this type of dick from that local dude And if you are, I hope you have a good time 'Cause I definitely be havin' mine And you ain't finna see a mogul get emotional Every time I hear about other niggas is strokin' you Lie and say I hit you, he sittin' there consoling you Runnin' my name through the mud, who's provoking you? You should be grateful a nigga like me ever noticed you Now you noticeable and can't nobody get control of you 1 a.m. and can't nobody get a hold of you I'm callin' your brother's phone, like, what was I supposed to do? Even though I knew he never told the truth He was just gon' say whatever that you told him to At a certain point, I had to stop asking questions Y'all got dirt on each other like mud wrestlers I heard he bought some coke with my money, that ain't right, girl You gettin' blackmailed for that white girl You always said, "Yeezy, I ain't your right girl You'll probably find one of them 'I like art'-type girls" "All of the lights," she was caught in the hype, girl And I was satisfied bein' in love with a lie Now who to blame? You to blame? Me to blame? For the pain And it poured every time when it rained [Chorus: John Legend] Let's play the blame game, I love you more Let's play the blame game for sure [Interlude: Kanye West] Things used to be, now they not Anything but us is who we are Disguising ourselves as secret lovers We've become public enemies We walk away like strangers in the street Gone for eternity We erased one another So far from where we came With so much of everything How do we leave with nothing? Lack of visual empathy equates the meaning of L-O-V-E Hatred and attitude tear us entirely Chloe Mitchell [Chorus: Kanye West] Let's play the blame game, I love you more Let's play the blame game for sure Let's call out names, names, I hate you more Let's call out names, names, for sure [Bridge: Kanye West] I can't love you this much, I can't love you this much I can't love you this much, I can't love you this much I can't love you this much, no, I can't love you this much I can't love you this much, I can't love you this much [Outro: Kanye West] And I know that you are somewhere doing your thing And when the phone called, it just ring and ring You ain't pick up, but your phone accidentally called me back And I heard the whole thing I heard the whole thing, whole thing, whole thing, whole thing ["The Best Birthday": Chris Rock & Salma Kenas] Oh my God Baby, you done took this shit to another motherfuckin' level Now, a neighborhood nigga like me ain't supposed to be gettin' no pussy like this Goddamn, goddamn Who taught you how to get sexy for a nigga? (Yeezy taught me) You never used to talk dirty, but now you goddamn disgusting My, my God, where'd you learn that? (Yeezy taught me) Look at you, motherfuckin' butt-ass-naked With them motherfuckin' Jimmy Choos on Who taught you how to put some motherfuckin' Jimmy Choos on? (Yeezy taught me) Yo, you took your pussy game up a whole 'nother level This is some Cirque du Soleil pussy now, shit You done went all porno on a nigga, okay? And I-I-I-I, I love it, and I thank you I thank you, my dick thanks you How'd you learn, how, how did your pussy game come up? (Yeezy taught me) I was fuckin' parts of your pussy I'd never fucked before I was in there like, "Oh shit, I never been here before I've never even seen this part of Pussy Town before" It's like you got this shit reupholstered or some shit What the fuck happened? Who, who the fuck got your pussy all reupholstered? (Yeezy reupholstered my pussy) You know what, I got to thank Yeezy And when I see that nigga, I'ma thank him I'ma buy the album, I'ma download that motherfucker I'ma shoot a bootlegger That's how good I feel about this nigga Ah I still can't believe you got me this watch This motherfucker is the exact motherfucker I wanted With the bezel? This is the motherfucker I wanted I saw this shit, I saw it, Twista had this shit on in The Source I 'member, Twista had this motherfucker on in The Source That's right, that's right Yo, yo, babe, yo, yo, this the best birthday ever Where'd you learn to treat a nigga like this? (Yeezy taught me) Yeezy taught you well Yeezy taught you well132

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I Love College

Asher Roth

[Intro] ('Cause I ain't going out like a sucka, no way) I'm nice right now man I-I feel good If you have a drink, would you please put it in the air? [Chorus] That party last night was awfully crazy, I wish we taped it I danced my ass off and had this one girl completely naked Drink my beer and smoke my weed But my good friends is all I need Pass out at three, wake up at ten Go out to eat, then do it again Man, I love college [Verse 1] I wanna go to college for the rest of my life Sip Banker's Club, and drink Miller Lite On Thirsty Thursday and Tuesday Night Ice And I can get pizza a dollar a slice So fill up my cup, let's get fucked up (Let's get fucked up!) I'm next on the table, who want what I am champion, at beer pong Allen Iverson, Hakeem Olajuwon Don't even bounce, not in my house Better hope you make it, otherwise, you naked Time isn't wasted, when you're getting wasted Woke up today, and all I could say is, um You might also like[Chorus] That party last night was awfully crazy, I wish we taped it (I wish we taped it) I danced my ass off and had this one girl completely naked Drink my beer and smoke my weed But my good friends is all I need Pass out at three, wake up at ten Go out to eat, then do it again [Bridge] Man, I love college (Hey!) And I love drinking (Hey!) I love women (Hey!) Man, I love college (Hey!) [Verse 2] I can't tell you what I learned from school But, I could tell you a story or two Um, yeah, of course, I learned some rules Like don't pass out with your shoes on And don't leave the house, 'till the booze gone And don't have sex, if she's too gone When it comes to condoms, put two on Then tomorrow night, find a new jawn Hold the beer bong, nothing wrong with some fun Even if we did get a little bit too drunk Time isn't wasted, when you're getting wasted Woke up today, and all I could say is [Chorus] That party last night Was awfully crazy, I wish we taped it (I wish we taped it) I danced my ass off And had this one girl completely naked Drink my beer and smoke my weed But my good friends is all I need Pass out at three, wake up at ten Go out to eat, then do it again [Bridge] Man, I love college (Hey!) And I love drinking (Hey!) I love women (Hey!) I love college (Hey!) [Interlude] Now if everybody would please Put their drink, as high as they can As high as they can, and repeat after me Chug! Chug! Chug! Chug! Chug! Chug! Chug! Chug! Freshmen! Freshmen! Freshmen! Freshmen! Do something crazy! Do something crazy! Do something crazy! Do something crazy! Keg-stand! Keg-stand! Keg-stand! Keg-stand! (That party last night) Man I love college, I love it (That party last night) Goodnight everybody I gotta head back to class for a little bit [Chorus] That party last night Was awfully crazy, I wish we taped it (You know what's going on) I danced my ass off And had this one girl completely naked Drink my beer and smoke my weed (You are all invited) But my good friends is all I need (Bring your friends) Pass out at three, wake up at ten Go out to eat, then do it again Man, I love college Do I really have to graduate, or can I just stay here for the rest of my life? [Outro] But after that You know what's goin' down My house and 3 kegs See you there, you're all invited Bring your friends, bring your mom Do I really have to graduate Or can I just stay here the rest of my life?44

Hip-Hop

Last For Life

Big Sean

Ay I promise we gone live how we want I promise we gone get all we want Split the bill, naw forget the bill, look We gon' buy the whole restaurant Remember way back when we had said back then We will be the ones to have arenas packed in Livin' big time Yup big time To the point where my name could've been Big Ben No matter what they gave out I never gave in Without sunshine I never caved in I'm Finally Famous 'til the lights is faded Then the crowd is jaded When I hop on stages [Hook] Hey You don't live for life So live your life When you live and die Look back and say you did it right When you get it right I hope it lasts for life [Hook x2] Last for life Last for life Last for life Man I wish that this could last for life (Lookin' back) Lookin' back on all we saw Who woulda thought we'd get this far You search your life for Heaven on Earth When you get it right hope it lasts for life See Big Sean LiveGet tickets as low as $70You might also like[Verse 2] I promise they gone all try and be me I promise they gone know who we are I promise we that gon' be successful With or without the college degree Remember old head use to tell my momma That boy gon' be something that there I promise So they should not expect nothin' less than to see us set like dinettes, I guess And we all waitin' for tomorrow Sometimes without acting you gotta deal with drama Hey to get these dreams I figure it's gon' take more than Nyquil and pajamas But they know what's up We hoppin' out, and they know it's us When we get it right Look back and say That we did it right And hope it lasts for life [Hook x2] Last for life Last for life Last for life Man I wish that this could last for life (Lookin' back) Lookin' back on all we saw Who woulda thought we'd get this far You search your life for Heaven on Earth When you get it right hope it lasts for life [Big Sean Talking] Yo I remember I used to ride to school with my dog Tone And we be like listening to Kanye, Jay-Z, you know like everybody, basically And it's crazy now cause I do business with them You know people always ask me like you know, "Why you ain't go to school? Why you ain't go to college?" It's like man, I didn't go to college cause...this is what I want to do, you know what I'm saying? This is my dream You know the thing is you can go and ask Jay-Z who Big Sean is, you can ask Pharrell who Big Sean is, you could walk into Def Jam offices right now be like "Who is Big Sean?" and LA Reid will tell you who Big Sean is You can ask Nigo who Big Sean man, and they know I'm 20 years old man, I done been around the world. I done been around the world. I done been around the world doing what I love to do Like, what more could you ask, you know? And that's real1

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Looking Down the Barrel of a Gun

Beastie Boys

[Verse 1] I'm rolling down the hill, snowballing, getting bigger An explosion in the chamber, the hammer from the trigger I seen him get stabbed, I watched the blood spill out He had more cuts than my man Chuck Chillout 24 is my age, and .22 is my gauge I'm writing rhymes on a page, I'm goin' off in a rage 'Cause I'm out on a mission, a stolen car mission Had a small problem with the transmission Three on the tree in the middle of the night I have this steak on my head 'cause I got into a fist fight Life comes in phases, take the good with the bad You bought the coins on the street (Holmes), and you know you got had Because it's all high spirit, you know you got to hear it Don't touch the mic, baby, don't come near it [Chorus] It's gonna get you, it's gonna get you It's gonna get you, girl, it's gonna get you [Verse 2] Looking down the barrel of a gun Son of a gun, son of a bitch Getting paid, getting rich Ultra violence be running through my head Cold medina, y'all, makin' me see red Rapid fire Louie, like Rambo got bullets I'ma die harder, like my kid Bruce Willis I love girlies, waxing and milking Coordinating trim is my man, Dave Scilken Predetermined destiny is who I am You got your finger on the trigger like the Son of Sam I am Like Clockwork Orange, going off on the town I've got homeboy's bonanza to beat your ass down Well, I'm mad at my desk, and I'll be writing all curse words Expressing my aggressions through my schizophrenic verse words You're a headless chicken chasin', a sucker freebasin' You're looking for a fist to put your face in Well, get hip, get hip, don't slip, ya knuckle heads Racism is schism, on a serious tipYou might also like2

Punk

Einstein

Tech N9ne

[Intro] What Two thou style Midwest side Tech N9ne The anthem, nigga Like this, watch [Verse 1] If you got scratch, nigga, get the fuck up Throw your hands up if you hella fucked up Einstein, Tech N9ne, two triple zip Crack his jaw, whip 'em all if they wanna trip Ladies with the bar codes, meet me after this Maybe you can show me the meaning of abyss Everybody on the wall, momma is a bzzz Had her at the Budgetel stroking on my dzzz This one's for the psychos, gang bangers and sluts Bums holding the pipe, those college graduate fucks I feel for no foes, I kill 'til I close my trap I'm ill when I flows and you never doze when I rap Tech Tech, give me women and much alcohol then I'm straight Eat drink and be merry, yo, come tomorrow might be your fate Yo, look, look over there It's that nigga with the hair Tech and Juan, what a pair The rest equals MC squares What? See Tech N9ne LiveGet tickets as low as $65You might also like[Chorus] Who got this motherfucking house on lock? (Who?) Einstein, Tech N9ne, dwamn Who keep it sizzling? Who keep it hot? (Who?) Einstein, Tech N9ne, dwamn! KC, MO, roll KC, MO, roll [Verse 2] Everybody witness my soul's sickness If you dig Tech when he's twisted, then go get this Bringing the house down when I rip shit like the plates shifted Angels come in many shades, either drunk or lifted The Einstein, meaning gifted, too slick to get with Two years ago, my shit was broke but now I fixed it with the quickness You missed it, when I used to roll with misfits and nitwits When who I do biz with, ain't none of your business Blood thirst in the church, now the earth's the worst Clutch your purse when we lurk, 'cause we cursed from work Trying to party like a motherfucker, broke as a joke Don't hire me but you arrest me when I'm selling my dope So who's the Einstein in '99? Tech N9ne, I'm crime mind in my prime rhyme time I'm mixing one fifty-one with Malibu rum And pineapple juice among all my angels and wicked ones, uh [Bridge] We be the party people night and day Living crazy is the only way Einstein, get it where I got you when I'm on it Einstein, rock it like you motherfuckers want it! [Chorus] Who got this motherfucking house on lock? (Who?) Einstein, Tech N9ne, dwamn Who keep it sizzling? Who keep it hot? (Who?) Einstein, Tech N9ne, dwamn! KC, MO, roll KC, MO, roll [Verse 3] (This how we do it, like this) What do we say to haters off top? Haters got beef they thinking we got We gon' get postal if it don't stop You can get ghost or you can get shot Generation X gon' party 'til the death Anybody tripping getting greeted with a stretch Taking everything and we're leaving nothing left Demons gotta die, have 'em breath their last breath I feel that I got will and I'ma bill 'til I'm killed Bell 'til I bail, if I fail then I'ma steal what I will Tech is a realist, running with killers, you better vill this Be the witness to the coldest When I hold this dick, they break camp when I flow this Einstein, go the ill route Throw up your hands if you're villed out or if you're real sauced I told y'all I'm cold dawg, my flow's all heat I'm representing Rogue Dog, Rogue Dog, 57th street! What!? [Chorus] Who got this motherfucking house on lock? (Who?) Einstein, Tech N9ne, dwamn Who keep it sizzling? Who keep it hot? (Who?) Einstein, Tech N9ne, dwamn! KC, MO, roll KC, MO, roll12

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My Band

D12

[Intro: Eminem] I don't know, dude I think everybody's all jealous and shit 'Cause I'm, like, the lead singer of the band, dude And I think everybody's got a fucking problem with me, dude And they need to take it up with me after the show Because [Chorus: Eminem] These chicks don't even know the Name of my band But they're all on me like they Wanna hold hands 'Cause once I blow, they know That I'll be the man All because I'm the lead Singer of my band [Verse 1: Eminem] So I get off stage, right? Drop the mic Walk up to these hot chicks, and I'm all like: "Sup, ladies? My name's Slim Shady I'm the lead singer of D12, baby" They're all like, "Oh my God, it's him Becky, oh my fucking God, it's Eminem I swear to fucking God, dude, you fucking rock Please, Marshall, please, let me suck your cock" Now by now, the rest of the fellas get jealous Especially when I drop the beat and do my a capellas All the chicks start yelling, all the hot babes Throw their bras and their shirts and their panties on stage So, like every single night, they pick a fight with me But when we fight, it's kinda like sibling rivalry 'Cause they're back on stage the next night with me Dude, I just think they're tryna steal the light from me Yesterday, Kuniva tried to pull a knife on me 'Cause I told him Jessica Alba's my wife-to-be This rock star shit is the life for me And all the other guys just despise me because these You might also like[Chorus: Eminem] These chicks don't even know the Name of my band But they're all on me like they Wanna hold hands 'Cause once I blow, they know That I'll be the man All because I'm the lead Singer of my band [Post-Chorus: Eminem, Swifty McVay] My band, my band My band, my band My band, my band My band, my band My band Alright, okay, alright Baby, yeah, give me that mic, man Okay, dawg, give—come on, man! Dude! Give me this mic! Ow, dude! [Verse 2: Swifty McVay & Kon Artis] You just wanna see a nigga backwards, don't you? (Uh-huh) ADAT? How come we don't rap on Pro Tools? (God dang) Smash these vocals and do a performance But we in the van (Uh-huh,) and he in a tour bus (Ha) You don't want my autograph, you's a liar And nah, I'm Swift, "Oh, I thought you were Kuniva" (Come on!) And what the hell is wrong with our dressing room? 'Cause our shit is looking smaller than a decimal See, I know how to rap (Uh-huh,) it's simple, but All I did was read a Russell Simmons book (Yeah) So I'm more intact, tryna get on the map Doing jumping jacks while getting whipped on my back [Verse 3: Kuniva, Kon Artis & Eminem] Look at Em, little punk ass, thinking he the shit Yeah, I know, man, by himself, taking all the flicks Ayy, I thought we had an interview with DJ Clue? No, I had an interview, not you two You gon' be late for soundcheck! Man, I ain't going to soundcheck And our mics are screwed up! And his always sound best You know what, man? I'ma say somethin' Ayo Em! You got somethin' to say?Man, nuttin' I thought you was about to tell him off, man, wassup? Man, I'ma tell him when I feel like it, man, shut up And you ain't even back me up, and we supposed to be crew Man, I was about to talk right after you, I swear Aww, man, whatever! I swear, man! [Chorus: Eminem] These chicks don't even know the Name of my band But they're all on me like they Wanna hold hands 'Cause once I blow, they know That I'll be the man All because I'm the lead Singer of my band [Verse 4: Proof, Eminem & Kon Artis] They say the lead singers rock, but the group does not Went from sold-out arenas to amusement parks How I'm gon' let the world know that Proof is hot? I should cut his mic off when the music starts (Ayo, wh—) Ready to snap on a dumbass fan Every time I hear, "Hey, dude, I love your band!" We ain't a band, bitch, we don't play instruments So why he get ninety, and we only get ten percent? And these guys acting funny every area code Proof, carry my bag! Bitch, carry your own Can't make it to the stage, security in my way Who the fuck are you? Where's Obie and Dre? [Verse 5: Bizarre] God damn it, I'm sick of this group (Fuck D12) Time for me to go solo and make some loot (Yeah) I told you I made the beats and wrote all the raps 'Til Kon Artis slipped me some crack (Take this) "Lose Yourself" video, I was in the back "Superman" video, uh, I was in the back (Hahaha) For the media, I got some suggestions Fuck Marshall, ask us some questions Like, "Who is D12?" "How we get started?" (But what about Eminem?) Bitch, are you retarded? Anyway, I'm the popularest guy in the group Big-ass stomach, bitches think I'm cute (Hey sexy!) 50 told me to do sit-ups to get buff Did two and a half and couldn't get up Fuck D12, I'm outta this band I'm 'bout to start a group with The Real Roxanne [Bridge: Eminem, Bizarre, Bizarre & Eminem] Girl, why can't you (Roxanne, Roxanne) See you're the (Bizarre will be your man) Only one for me? And it just Tears my ass apart To know that You don't know my Name!Man, fuck this [Chorus: Bizarre] These chicks don't even know the Name of my band (Haha) But they're all on me like they Wanna hold hands (Fuck Marshall) 'Cause once I blow, I know that I'll be the man (Yeah) All because I'm the new *Blends* *Laughs* [Post-Chorus: Eminem & Bizarre] My band, my band (Your band) My band, my band (Our band, your band) My band, my band (You man, you man) My band, my band (Roxanne Shanté) My band (Lesbian) Yeah, ayo The hardest boy band in the world D12! [Outro: Eminem] I'm the lead singer of my band I get all the girls to take off their underpants I'm the lead singer of my band My salsa makes all the pretty girls want to dance My salsa, woah, woah Look out for my next single, it's called "My Salsa" My salsa, salsa, salsa, salsa, my salsa My salsa makes all the pretty girls want to dance And take off their underpants My salsa makes all the pretty girls want to dance And take off their underpants My salsa Where'd everybody go?98

Hip-Hop

Me Myself and I

De La Soul

[Intro: Ohio Players] (Say it now) [Verse 1: Dove] Mirror, mirror, on the wall Tell me mirror, what is wrong? Can it be my De La clothes Or is it just my De La song? What I do ain't make-believe People say I sit and try But when it comes to being De La It's just me myself and I (Say it now) [Chorus: Dove & Funkadelic] (Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh) It's just me myself and I (Ooh-ooh-ooh, oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh) It's just me myself and I (Ooh-ooh-ooh, oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh) It's just me myself and I (Ooh-ooh-ooh, oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh) (Say it now) [Verse 2: Posdnuos & (Ohio Players)] Now you tease my Plug One style And my Plug One spectacles You say Plug One and Two are hippies No we're not, that's pure plug bull Always pushing that we formed an image There's no need to lie When it comes to being Plug One It's just me myself and I (Say it now) You might also like[Chorus: Dove & Funkadelic] (Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh) It's just me myself and I (Ooh-ooh-ooh, oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh) It's just me myself and I (Ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh) It's just me myself and I (And I) (Ooh-ooh-ooh, oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh) (Say it now) [Break: Loose Ends & (Ohio Players)] Mi-ine, mi-ine Mi-ine, mi-ine Mi-ine, mi-ine (Say it now) Mi-ine, mi-ine (Say it now) [Verse 3: Dove] Proud, I'm proud of what I am Poems I speak are Plug Two type Please, oh, please let Plug Two be Himself, not what you read or write Write is wrong when hype is written On the Soul, De La that is Style is surely our own thing Not the false disguise of show-biz De La Soul is from the soul And in fact I can't deny Strictly from the Dan called Stuckie And from me myself and I [Chorus: Dove & (Funkadelic)] (Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh) It's just me myself and I (Ooh-ooh-ooh, oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh) It's just me myself and I (Ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh) It's just me myself and I (And I) (Ooh-ooh-ooh, oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh) [Verse 4: Posdnuos and Q-Tip] Glory, glory, hallelugh' Glory for Plug One and Two But that glory's been denied By kizids and dookie eyes People think they diss my person By stating I'm darkly pack I know this, so, I point at Q-Tip And he states, "Black is Black" Mirror, mirror, on the wall Shovel chestnuts in my path Just keep all nuts twistin' up So, I don't get an aftermath But if I do, I'll calmly punch them In the 4th day of July 'Cause they tried to mess with third degree That's me myself and I [Chorus: Dove & (Funkadelic)] (Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh) It's just me myself and I (Me myself and who?) (Ooh-ooh-ooh, oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh) It's just me myself and I (Ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh) It's just me myself and I (And I) (Ooh-ooh-ooh, oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh) [Outro: Loose Ends & (Funkadelic)] Mi-ine, mi-ine (Oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh) Mi-ine, mi-ine (Oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh) Mi-ine, mi-ine (Oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh) Mi-ine, mi-ine (Oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh) Mi-ine, mi-ine (Oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh) Mi-ine, mi-ine (Oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh) Mi-ine, mi-ine (Oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh) Mi-ine, mi-ine (Oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh) Oh [Skit] Al Watts: Contestant 4 (Prince Paul), do you have the answers? Contestant 4 (Prince Paul): Oh, it's on the tip of my tongue... I can't think of it. I just can't think of it ...26

Hip-Hop

Say You Will

Kanye West

[Verse 1] Why would she make calls out the blue? Now I'm awake, sleep (Less in June) or (Missing you) [Chorus] Hey, hey, hey, hey Don't say you will, unless you will Hey, hey, hey, hey Don't say you will, then play you will, I pray you will [Verse 2] Mrs. So Fly crash-lands in my room Can't waste no time, she might leave soon [Chorus] Hey, hey, hey, hey Don't say you will, you do Hey, hey, hey, hey Don't say you will, one day you will, I pray you will [Verse 3] When I grab your neck, I touch your soul Take off your cool then lose control [Chorus] Hey, hey, hey, hey Don't say you will, you will, you will Hey, hey, hey, hey Don't say you will, if you will, I pray you will You might also like[Verse 4] I wish this song would really come true I admit I still fantasize about you, about you [Chorus] Hey, hey, hey, hey Don't say you will, you will, you will Hey, hey, hey, hey Please say you will, for real, I pray you will [Instrumental Outro]57

Hip-HopRap

Role Reversal

Joe Budden

[Intro] Joey Talk To Em Hoping my true motherfucker know this be the realest shit I ever wrote It's, it's (Check this) It's that On Top Muzik [Verse] I be at the mall, walk up in the store Glance up at the wall, pick out a few kicks I need 11′s in these Matter of fact while you at it bring em’ in a size six I take shorty’s shoes off Like here try on these J’s make sure them shits fit But in my head it gets thick, sayin' Joey fall back, cause that's not your kid I don’t know you lil nigga and plus I got a son of my own But he’s at home and the ways he's being raised I don’t really condone Naw, cause his pops been gone, fuck it I'll explain it to him later when he’s grown Old enough to have a phone Askin' why mommy hate me And he got the sneak to call me whenever he’s alone so You wouldn’t know it but I got a soft spot for you See, we share them same obstacles Looking from the outside may seem like you neglect him But when he slips up and calls me dad, I correct him I protect him, when baby girl start ventin' about you I say, respect him And though it seems out of order My own mistakes have turned me into your biggest supporter Fast forward, you wouldn’t believe How I could love like mine what I didn’t conceive Tryin' to help him reach shit what I never achieved Am I doin' it for him or is it my own greed cause see Me and my baby moms, we don’t do the conversations Son cramped in the back, two-bedroom shack With seven people livin' there just congregatin' So when your child with me, I’m over compensatin' I’m talkin' eight bedrooms, seven baths My son thinkin' that’s the shit that only heaven has Mine's gotta keep it cool, yours get to see the view White marble around the ground, heated pool Mine's got to go to The Y Shit, yours just got to walk outside And the irony of it all, and it's just sad Is you walked away yet, I’m the step dad And then you get on Skype, sayin' how you being, whats the word And I be on the background listenin' like This motherfucker here got some nerve He says, bye Daddy, I love you I be wantin' to snuff you but wouldn’t want him thinkin' less of you But, he's perceptive and this shit's wild He picks up on everything and he's just a child So through all my resistance I’m afraid this two-year-old can already see the difference He sees you don’t provide when you’re capable Why we never fix things while we're still able too So you’re annoyed, it kinda of hampers me Get my boy, I always wanted a family Just to greet when I get through the door You gon' have to take the L, I can't give you yours I’ll do all the work, you ain't gotta be bothered You can be his dad, I'll be his father I relate though, so I know it hurts Got to be uncomfortable when the roles reversed You might also like[Outro] I been in your shoes my whole life, nigga Try these on I relate though, so I know it hurts Got to be uncomfortable when the roles reversed (OH! Talk to em!) Nahmean? (I been there!) Shit can't feel good (You wanna see how it feel?)

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Chain Heavy

Kanye West

[Intro: Kanye West] Uh, we got the black elite in the house tonight Rosewood I feel like I'm at the NAACP or something right now The Essence Festival Q-Tip on the beat too, uh, uh [Chorus: Kanye West] My chain heavy, yeah, yeah, my chain heavy My chain heavy, my chain too heavy My chain heavy, yeah, yeah, my chain heavy My chain heavy, my chain too heavy [Verse 1: Kanye West] They try to tell me my chain broke the levee Maybe 'cause it's flooded Why you walk around with a baby cross's cousin? My teeth already white, y'all gon' make me floss for nothing My teeth real diamonds, what's the cause of the frontin'? Why y'all got all caps on? Don Cheadle time, get extra black on 'em Burn, Hollywood, burn Take too long for niggas to get they turn Probably be cremated before I get my earn They try to tell me that aliens built the pyramids I swear life's a bitch on her period For every inch they cut the nose off the Sphinx I make my jeweller add a few more links You can look at me, tell I ain't fuck what nobody think And my face always lookin' like somebody stinks You might also like[Chorus: Kanye West] My chain heavy, yeah, yeah, my chain heavy My chain heavy, my chain too heavy My chain heavy, yeah, yeah, my chain heavy My chain heavy, my chain too heavy [Post-Chorus: Kanye West] Here we go, like we should Feel the sweat, on your face Here we go, like we should Feel the sweat, on your face Alright, okay Here we go, like we should Like we should, like we should Like we should [Verse 2: Kanye West] Question: What color was the skin of the man who beared the cross? No matter how many lashes, they couldn't beat it off How many Cassius' will we see in one lifetime? That's why it's Miles Davis, Kobe, it's Mike time I keep that GOAT book on the ottoman And wrote hooks about slaves that was slaughtered In the 1800s; y'all forget that I got called "Nigga" on Twitter so many times, yo, I lived that Now I'm just tryna find where to raise my kids at 'Cause they don't want niggas next to where they crib at Hey, realtor, I'm lookin' for a nice park Twelve noon, she said my family gon' make it too dark This is the flow that solar eclipses So hopefully one day that real soul will eclipse The bullshit they got us listenin' to, in this existence Don't give up now, just a little more persistence I am the day Ice Cube met Michael Jackson Keep 'em away, hanh! Something might happen This is the makin' of a masterpiece So we broke out the chains and told the master, "Peace!" [Chorus: Kanye West] My chain heavy, yeah, yeah, my chain heavy My chain heavy, my chain too heavy My chain heavy, yeah, yeah, my chain heavy My chain heavy, my chain too heavy [Post-Chorus: Kanye West] Here we go, like we should Feel the sweat, on your face Here we go, like we should Feel the sweat, on your face Alright, okay Here we go, like we should Like we should, like we should Like we should [Verse 3: Talib Kweli] Some wear a suit and tie, they don't wanna remain average Some wear a suit and tie like a chain and a straitjacket My chain heavy, stop in that traffic, coppers harass us Then DA attack us, want us in chains like B.A. Baracus So no major factor in my decision to be a rapper Was rebellion; being anti-establishment was attractive To a black kid from Brooklyn, flames got the thangs cooking Land of the juks where them lames get them chains tooken It ain't lookin' good for you if you're a tourist here Sometimes I rhymes the sort of frequency that only purists hear A couple rappers tried to beef with me, nobody's scared Niggas was so fucking corny that nobody cared Why I gotta battle rappers? I debate scholars Question: do it gotta make sense if it make dollars? Sick visions is living inside of brains It's like we sadomasochistic, addicted to whips and chains Figuratively, quite literally, clinically insane Spit flames and then visit the higher plane Try in vain to ignore it, don't buy the chain if you can't afford it 'Ye, them lonely-idled whores by the boards, trust [Verse 4: Consequence] That old ball-and-chain had me chained up for weeks So of course I'm off the chain as soon as I hit the streets And now when we link she saying the game's over I drove her crazy and she became a chain smoker Now the new dude she's saying that can stay over Should be a chain, who goes by the name of Choker That's what he did when she told him he should play the sofa So the chains on the door, I'm on the way over Now when I came over, his only response Was, "You must be the owner of a chain of restaurants 'Cause I'mma eat your food for that chain that I wore 'Cause you be running 'round like the chain make the man" So it's obvious the he don't know the chain of command 'Cause my chain commands, that kind of respect And it's so chunky that it's a pain in the neck But it came with a check, I remember on chaining day It spoke for itself and this is what the chain would say "Them chain snatchers are hoping that you ain't ready So don't get distracted, keep your aim steady Or there'll be a chain reaction since my chain's heavy" [Chorus: Kanye West] My chain heavy, yeah, yeah, my chain heavy My chain heavy, my chain too heavy My chain heavy, yeah, yeah, my chain heavy My chain heavy, my chain too heavy [Post-Chorus: Kanye West] Here we go, like we should Feel the sweat, on your face Here we go, like we should Feel the sweat, on your face Alright, okay Here we go, like we should Like we should, like we should Like we should13

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Hero

Nas

[Intro: Polow da Don] QB Where the fuck y'all at? Ha, ha Yeah, let's go Gets Money [Chorus: Nas & Keri Hilson] Chain gleamin', switchin' lanes, two-seater Hate him or love him for the same reason (Fresh) Can't leave it, the game needs him Plus the people need someone to believe in (Yes) So in God's Son we trust 'Cause they know I'ma give 'em what they want They lookin' for a hero I guess that makes me a hero [Verse 1: Nas] Another chapter of the cleanest rapper, distinguished gentlemen Crooks & Castle on his back, Maybacher Exotic lady eye-catcher, holla at ya, call me the chiropractor Workin' like Muay Thai class, get perspire out ya And of course I've been the boss since back when Rockin' D Boy, Fila velour in one-ninety black Benz Now they shut down the stores when I'm shoppin' Used to be train robbin', face covered in stockin'—I'm him You might also like[Chorus: Nas & Keri Hilson] Chain gleamin', switchin' lanes, two-seater Hate him or love him for the same reason (Fresh) Can't leave it, the game needs him Plus the people need someone to believe in (Yes) So in God's Son we trust 'Cause they know I'ma give 'em what they want They lookin' for a hero I guess that makes me a hero [Verse 2: Nas] Rubber-grip-holder, reloader Come at me, I'ma rip your soldiers in half Silverback ape, nickel-plated mag Young, rich and flashy; young bitch, I'm nasty All black clothes 'til ice lay on me so classy And every time I close my lids I can still see the borough, I can still see the Bridge I can still see the dreams that my niggas ain't never lived to see Tell them angels open the door for me From nine Berettas and movin' raw To chillin' in wine cellars, sticks and humidors That's what I call mature That's what I call a G, that's what I call a pimp That's what I call a gangsta, to the fullest, shit I try to make more cream By every September 14th, that's my dream So I can be more clean, as I grow yearly I can see things more clearly, that's why they fear me (let's go!) [Chorus: Nas & Keri Hilson] Chain gleamin', switchin' lanes, two-seater Hate him or love him for the same reason (Fresh) Can't leave it, the game needs him Plus the people need someone to believe in (Yes) So in God's Son we trust 'Cause they know I'ma give 'em what they want They lookin' for a hero I guess that makes me a hero [Verse 3: Nas] This universal apartheid, I'm hog-tied, the corporate side Blockin' y'all from goin' to stores and buyin' it First L.A. and Doug Morris was ridin' with it But Newsweek article startled big wigs They said "Nas, why is he tryin' it?" My lawyers only see the Billboard charts as winnin' Forgettin' Nas the only true rebel since the beginnin' Still in musical prison, in jail for the flow Try tellin' Bob Dylan, Bruce or Billy Joel They can't sing what's in their soul So "Untitled" it is I never change nothin', but people remember this If Nas can't say it, think about these talented kids With new ideas bein' told what they can and can't spit I can't sit and watch it, so shit, I'ma drop it Like it or not, you ain't gotta cop it I'm a hustler in the studio, cups of Don Julio No matter what the CD called, I'm unbeatable y'all, let's go! [Outro: Polow da Don] Yeah, Nas, Polow da Don18

Hip-Hop

Loyalty

D12

[Intro: Bizarre] Mike Strange Welcome to Our World Turn your CD's up! [Eminem] WOOO!!!!! Yeah! AAAAAAHHHH!!!! (Motherfuckers think they know us) Guess who's back? D-Twizzie! O-Trizzy! Doc-Drizzy! Shady-Twizzie slash Aftermath! 50 cent! G-Unit! Here we go! Free Yayo! Motherfuck a Benzino! They don't know we finna blow! Someone better tell them so [Verse 1: Swifty McVay] You don't know McVay and I doubt if you understand me Why would I give a fuck about you if we ain't family? I roll with a chosen few and those of you that's behind me Witness the most coldest, ferocious niggas that rhyme These bitches turn they back on you, acting like they ain't did shit When you rapping never mix business up with your friendship If you lacking up in this jungle, then what you breathe for? Niggas's don't love you, you got habits of breaking street codes Far as static, I automatically get medieval When I'm after people, then I'll explode you bitches with C-4 These hoes have no insurance, bodies get repo' Making you vanish even when we ain't got our heat close Keeping .44's where your hoes are swallowing deep throat If you owe me dough then you know you falling asleep, close Niggas pupils that's what I do, I'm foolish will shoot you Cuz' I'm coo-coo, but I don't think niggas be taking heed though You might also like[Hook: Kon Artis] See I'm a man, and a man gon' do what he gotta do And he ain't really family if he ain't loyal to you If they was really soldiers then they would do what we do And be loyal to crew when crew was loyal to you See I'm a man, and a man gon' do what he gotta do And he ain't really family if he ain't loyal to you If they was really soldiers then they would do what we do And be loyal to crew when crew was loyal to you [Verse 2: Bizarre] I don't give a fuck, I'm quick to blaze chronic Smoke on so much green, you swear I was a supersonic Bizarre pack guns and knives, put to dick to nuns and wives Now who the fuck want to fight? Ain't nobody fucking with me, Ain't nobody fucking with the D They get beat like a M-P You heard about Bizarre taking all them drugs You heard about Proof wilding in the clubs You heard about that nine that Eminem packs You diss us, you get your fucking face cracked I'm from 7 Mile and Stout, I'll shoot up your house Next day, I'll pee in your mouth [Verse 3: Obie Trice] Ayo, loyalty's first, all the bullshit second I showed you on the record, Cheers to who respect it Most of these niggas neglect it Even though it's a known method From the hectic hood that you slept in You wanna be an exception That's when the weapon is leaving you half steppin' With that 'caine in your left hand Obie from a section that'll stain up your flesh and Have you on bed rest Questioning your affection for streets D-Twizzie no question One of the best groups that done it And Obie is their reflection Lil homie that know soley that loyalty is reppin' D-Twizzie for life, Obie Trice is second [Hook: Kon Artis] See I'm a man, and a man gon' do what he gotta do And he ain't really family if he ain't loyal to you If they was really soldiers then they would do what we do And be loyal to crew when crew was loyal to you See I'm a man, and a man gon' do what he gotta do And he ain't really family if he ain't loyal to you If they was really soldiers then they would do what we do And be loyal to crew when crew was loyal to you [Verse 4: Proof] Which one of you niggas wanna be bulsh' and bump heads When I got a passion for clapping... with one hand Talent's on my roster this mobster'll dump lead Send a gangsta to sleep two by two like bunk beds Never leave the crib without packing my black burner On some Chi Ali rapper to murk and have murder Incorporated, Hitman Harry is at your service Reach for me one more gain' and that's curtains For life as D12, no ice and spreewells Every night that I chill in, I fight by free-will Knowing I can be killed Leaving my group, pieces of proof With a reason to shoot and a license to ill We lost Bugz and I'll be damned if we loose another man from our clan Without forcing our hand Extorting your family, I'll torture your granny For my niggas, I'm on your motherfucking porch with a Cammy [Hook: Kon Artis] See I'm a man, and a man gon' do what he gotta do And he ain't really family if he ain't loyal to you If they was really soldiers then they would do what we do And be loyal to crew when crew was loyal to you See I'm a man, and a man gon' do what he gotta do And he ain't really family if he ain't loyal to you If they was really soldiers then they would do what we do And be loyal to crew when crew was loyal to you [Verse 5: Kuniva & Kon Artis] Yo, it's funny how niggas get caught alone And get bombed on Knock your teeth in back of your throat And break your jaw bone I'm on ignorant shit these niggas is bitch Pass me a cigarette quick Shit is finna get thick Your man'll get split By a brutal and critical hit With identical dents Or bullets with identical prints I'm wishing you if You come your Lieutenant's a snitch Your timid and sick And we know you ain't finna do shit I'll stick with my clique The Kon Artis, Bomb Artist Kuniva, The Rida Shooting through your fucking Long John garments Dirty Dozen We deep in the street Unbelievable heat, we'll even lay you out in front of the chief of police Motherfucker [Hook: Kon Artis] See I'm a man, and a man gon' do what he gotta do And he ain't really family if he ain't loyal to you If they was really soldiers then they would do what we do And be loyal to crew when crew was loyal to you See I'm a man, and a man gon' do what he gotta do And he ain't really family if he ain't loyal to you If they was really soldiers then they would do what we do And be loyal to crew when crew was loyal to you [Outro: Kon Artis] Yeah! D-Twizzie D12, Dirty Dozen Nothing but family up in this motherfucker Loyal to everything that we do You ain't never gonna catch none of us slipping by ourself Cause we always together You know what I'm saying Y'all niggas don't know what family means Bugz watching over our ass That's why we still alive now Knocking y'all niggas out of the clubs and shit Haha! Runyon Ave Baby! Shady Records! Haha! Where your momma at, nigga?6

Hip-Hop

Doe Rae Me (Original Version)

Eminem

[Intro: Eminem & Hailie] Hailie, what do you want to be when you grow up, baby? I don't know, but I don't want to Grow up to be like Ja Rule's little dirty-ass kids Ha ha, yeah, c'mon G-G-G-G-G-G-G Unit Hailie, come here, baby! Bring Daddy his Oscar! We're gonna shove it up Ja Rule's ass [Verse 1: Swifty McVay] I'm about to get rid of some hoes, it's simple I'm quick to murder ink with lead And I ain't talkin' 'bout a pencil Look at what the fuck you done got into I see you found your niche, you just a bitch with a menstrual Claimin' you a murderer, and you spelt it wrong You put E before the D because that's all you on, You on Pac's dick (bitch), you a replica guy If he was still alive, you would never get by (For real) All you do is cry, bitch, keep it real Life is more than imitatin' niggas and eatin' pills (Ha) And what kind of motherfucker ruins three deals That another nigga got you? They didn't see skills And I ain't playin', you a brother gettin' cheated And Ja Rule be prayin' on his cover, ‘cause he need it, And all you niggas hatin', shut your mouths It's just that real niggas ain't buyin' that shit y'all put out You might also like[Verse 2: Obie Trice] Do-Re-Mi, but we don't sing, muhfuckas So Murder Inc, do your thing, muhfuckas You unleashed on a team Who expects nothin' less than R&B coming from that regime "Regime" is a little extreme Neck and neck with soldiers, muhfuckin' Marines Ja sold his soul to sing Weave eye-witness team on the TV screen, chase the greed Now that you've embraced the green Don't fuck with the triple beams You's a motherfuckin' actor, slash Pac impersonating rapper Slash Billie Holiday–how it happen? Artist and repertoire saw him in action Pac assassination, Def Jam grabbed him Told him, "Reenact him, you go platinum!" They seen it for sure, I know that Afeni Shakur Don't enjoy Jeffrey Atkins reenactin' her boy So I'm click-clackin' this toy, mash and destroy Shady slash Aftermath and Detroit, motherfucker [Chorus: Eminem] Do-re-mi, fa-so-la-ti-da Don't blame me ‘cause you washed up, lost your spot Mama-say-mama-sa-ma-macosa Ja, quit playin', knock it off, you're not 2Pac Don't hate me, I'm too hot and you're not Shooting at me, with the only shot you got Ja, quit playin', knock it off, you're not 2Pac You'll get popped poppin' all that shit you pop [Verse 3: Kuniva] Now, we can get past the mean mugs and get to the slugs To the grievance and the crying and the intimate hugs We don't take you serious, nigga, you shook You half of a half-way crook, get off X dick, go sing a hook, nigga And you can't replace the late great one And when you gone, you only gon' be the late fake one Nigga, please stick to the script Before the guns, stick to the clip And Benzino, you ain't shit but a midget Fuckin' old-ass, ignorant, innocent-lookin' senior citizen Built up, slap you like Grimace, all sensitive Wait a minute, hold on: is it me, or do he look like a banana with braids and clothes on? A bitch-made man; now, how you gonna connect With them short ass arms, like a Tyrannosaurus Rex You niggas can scream, holler and curse Go ahead, respond and pull that pen and pad up outta your purse [Verse 4: Proof] Slim didn't send Proof to get at the wankstas He told me to let loose and spit at the gangstas What up, Gotti? And this little war you pushed on Put your ear to the ground for stepping on bush stones What's wrong? Didn't think we strong with real niggas? Roll like a boss, in the streets they still feel us It's real business, y'all ain't caught the concept You talking nonsense to walking bomb threats Contact was blown by Benzetta in The Source Threaten at the boss, you gon' see me on your porch Now Irv got the nerve to try to serve on us But Detroit niggas early and ain't scurred to bust [Verse 5: Kon Artist] Word to my nigga Bugz, punks like you get beat up Stomped unconscious and smacked with the heater This rap cookie monster get jabbed in the tonsils With dicks so much that he should be fixed with a vagina Who's behind ya? Cadillac Pac or that transvestite That dress like a Lil Kim fox? You're just like a little windbox When I press tight on the trigger of this Glock Now, swallow that little shit you got left to help you eat You knock Pac's songs without love will help you sleep You got shot in your video tryna mock Pac You Mockavel, get your own identity! [Chorus: Eminem] Doe rae me, fa-so-la-ti-da Don't blame me ‘cause you washed up, lost your spot Mama-say-mama-sa-ma-macosa Ja, quit playin', knock it off, you're not 2Pac Don't hate me, I'm too hot and you're not Shooting at me, with the only shot you got Ja, quit playin', knock it off, you're not 2Pac You'll get popped poppin' all that shit you pop [Interlude: Eminem] Don't you never say my little girl's name in a song again Fuckin' punk-pussy bitch! I'll fuck you up, boy! Never! Don't you never in your motherfuckin' life, Choke the shit out you, you little motherfuckin' midget Hailie'll whip your motherfuckin' ass [Outro: Obie Trice] That's right, motherfuckers Shady records, what you know about it? Fuck Benzino! Fuck Ja Rule! Nigga This Obie Trice right here talkin' to you motherfuckers Ja Rule punk ass Yeah Fuckin' Soul 4 Real ass Nigga, that's Soul 4 Rea... That's the nigga from Soul 4 Real! Candy Rain-ass nigga, he got a deal, now he rappin' You don't know what's Faggot-ass motherfuckers Get money to all my real niggas, man Obie Trice D12 G-Unit 50 Cent Hailie Jade [Outro: Hailie and Eminem] Daddy, is Ja Rule taller than me? No honey, you guys are the same size Ha ha ha ha60

Rap

Mr. Brownstone

Guns N’ Roses

[Guitar Intro] [Verse 1] I get up around seven Get outta bed around nine And I don't worry about nothin', no Because worrying's a waste of my time Show usually starts around seven We go on stage around nine Get on the bus about eleven Sippin' a drink and feelin' fine [Chorus] We've been dancing with Mr. Brownstone He's been knocking, he won't leave me alone No, no, no, he won't leave me alone [Bridge] I used to do a little but a little wouldn't do it So the little got more and more I just keep tryna get a little better Said, a little better than before I used to do a little but a little wouldn't do it So the little got more and more I just keep tryna get a little better Said, a little better than before You might also like[Chorus] We've been dancing with Mr. Brownstone He's been knocking, he won't leave me alone No, no, no, he won't leave me alone [Guitar Solo] [Verse 2] Now I get up around whenever I used to get up on time But that old man he's a real motherfucker Gonna kick him on down the line [Bridge] I used to do a little but a little wouldn't do it So the little got more and more I just keep tryna get a little better Said, a little better than before I used to do a little but a little wouldn't do it So the little got more and more I just keep tryna get a little better Said, a little better than before [Chorus] We've been dancing with Mr. Brownstone He's been knocking, he won't leave me alone No, no, no, he won't leave me alone, never Oh, leave me alone [Outro] Stuck it in the middle and I shot it in the middle And it, it drove outta my mind I shoulda known better, said I wish I never met her Said I, I leave it all behind Yowza13

Rock

Best Friend

50 Cent

[Intro] Yeah! It's my tape man, listen to my tape (I've waited I've waited Time went by But all I could do is cry Silly, silly) [Chorus] If I was your best friend, I want you 'round all the time (I want you 'round me all the time) Girl, I'll be your best friend If you promise you'll be mine (Girl promise you'll be mine) Please say he's just a friend (Uh huh) Now girl let's not pretend (Come on) Either he is or he ain't your man (Ha Ha!) Please say he's just a friend If I was your best friend, I want you 'round all the time (I want you 'round me all the time) Girl, I'll be your best friend If you promise you'll be mine (Girl promise you'll be mine) Please say he's just a friend (Uh huh) Now girl let's not pretend (Come on) Either he is or he ain't your man (Ha Ha!) Please say he's just a friend If I was your best friend See 50 Cent LiveGet tickets as low as $15You might also like[Verse 1] First we get to talkin, then we get to touchin If we get past the phone games we'll be fuckin I kiss like the french do, I put my tongue in your ear Do it like the dogs do it girl and pull on your hair For me a different scenery just mean a different position In the tub or on the sink I improvise now listen In the chopper or on the jet, join the mile high club I'm no fool I know money can't buy me love But I'm a different type of nigga that make sure that you know Instead of a rose, there's a hundred dozen of those See I see somethin special when I look in your eyes With your legs way back I see this pussy is mine If you ain't sure when I'm talkin I don't tell you no lies But there's things that you say that have me wonderin why When I don't say what I'm thinkin it don't mean that I'm shy Got on that shit you picked out for me that's why I'm so fly [Chorus] If I was your best friend, I want you 'round all the time (I want you 'round me all the time) Girl, I'll be your best friend If you promise you'll be mine (Girl promise you'll be mine) Please say he's just a friend (Uh huh) now girl let's not pretend (Come on) Either he is or he ain't your man (Ha Ha!) Please say he's just a friend If I was your best friend, I want you 'round all the time (I want you 'round me all the time) Girl, I'll be your best friend If you promise you'll be mine (Girl promise you'll be mine) Please say he's just a friend (Uh huh) Now girl let's not pretend (Come on) Either he is or he ain't your man (Ha Ha!) Please say he's just a friend If I was your best friend [Verse 2] While you in your bubble bath I'll come wash on your back When you puttin on your lotion I can help you with that I sit and think of things to say that may make you smile Or give you gifts from my heart to reflect my style Or slang I use when we build may change how you talk And if I'm focused while I'm strokin I could change how you walk That's the swagger you come with when you come from New York I'm a hustler I just hustle in the things that I bought Separate me from the rest, I feel like I'm the best If there's a price to pay for feelin you I pay that twice I'm as ghetto as it gets girl you know that's right I ain't got nothin to hide baby I tell you my secrets 'Fore you end up bein 'round long enough to peep shit I get closer to you, I mean closer than close I get into you, after I take off my clothes Girl I been into you, mentally long before [Chorus] If I was your best friend, I want you 'round all the time (I want you 'round me all the time) Girl, I'll be your best friend If you promise you'll be mine (Girl promise you'll be mine) Please say he's just a friend (Uh huh) now girl let's not pretend (Come on) Either he is or he ain't your man (Ha Ha!) Please say he's just a friend If I was your best friend, I want you 'round all the time (I want you 'round me all the time) Girl, I'll be your best friend If you promise you'll be mine (Girl promise you'll be mine) Please say he's just a friend (Uh huh) Now girl let's not pretend (Come on) Either he is or he ain't your man (Ha Ha!) Please say he's just a friend If I was your best friend21

Hip-HopRap

2Face

J. Cole

[Produced By Syience] [Intro] Hey, I got a dollar and a dream It's all a nigga got so it's about that green And I'm all up in that spot, hey [Verse 1] Yeah, the mental state of a young black genius conflicted The fast life I done seen on the screen is addictive Money and clothes I done dreamed about And all the hoes that I fiend about Ay, tell me am I wrong for visualizing material shit I never had? Waving gats instead of flags, the American Dream Why do we cling to the villains, knowing they kill 'em? My niggas high enough to swing from the ceiling Ink from the pen spilling on my notebook Filled with dreams, this is my hope book Still the screams from little girls shot and killed fill my head on the daily At times I question God, can you blame me? They can’t tame me My voice screech through the streets, I'm a beast on 'em Oh no, he will not fold, you will not see a crease on him He will not slip or lose his grip, they got them cleats on him But never will he run unless you call police on him [Chorus] One time, two times, three times Sometimes I scrap, sometimes I'm throwin' up the peace sign It's two sides to a nigga though I said it's two sides to a nigga, yo Ay look, sometimes I'm feeling high then I'm feeling low Lord, will I die? Will I survive? Let a nigga know You say you know me but what side did you get to know? It's two sides to a nigga, yo, yo, yo You might also like[Verse 2] Yeah, some pussy niggas pulled out on me and my mans Wasn’t for the pistol, we drop 'em right where he stands But still we never ran, foolish pride made us stand right there Not understanding we could lose our life there And then it hit us, thinking 'bout the close calls from long distance Uh, as lil niggas in the 'Ville, we was trippin Type of nosy ass niggas to watch the fight until it's over They ran when the gats came out, I moved closer Foolish, what was I thinking? Wasn’t trying to be cool, it's Just the thrill of the danger, get so filled up with anger When a stranger get to violating He sleeping on me wide awake, bitch I'll annihilate him I'm tired of waiting on my ticket out this muh'fucker Hope they don’t kill me before I get up out this muh'fucker I gotta go, now can I be that nigga I thought I was? I gotta know Will I make it like I thought I would? I gotta blow [Chorus] One time, two times, three times Sometimes I scrap, sometimes I'm throwin' up the peace sign It's two sides to a nigga though I said it's two sides to a nigga, yo Ay look, sometimes I'm feeling high then I'm feeling low Lord, will I die? Will I survive? Let a nigga know You say you know me but what side did you get to know? It's two sides to a nigga, yo, yo, yo [Verse 3] Yeah, I seen Heaven, seen Hell, the two faces of the Ville One side dreams, the other side's real One side schemes, the other side deals What the pain brings, another mother cry still Why the fuck am I here, God? That nigga died, why the fuck am I still alive? I feel ashamed 'cause the good Lord done brought all this success to me And all I seem to focus on is all this stress on me Blessed homie, we breathin', cold world got me sneezing Wrote this when I was broke, so hey, I guess we even Throwin' blows, fighting demons, tryna stop from bustin' semen In an unfamiliar bitch, I know my niggas feel this shit How could I fuck her raw? And I just met the ho My dick took over, it ain't never felt this wet before I'm stressing in my mind but its way to late to stop it Make this shit so bad, I had a condom in my pocket Lets change the topic, before I go berserk, I’m so alert Riding down 95, nah, I ain't finna to go to work I’m headed back home, ain't staying that long I’m chasing dreams shawty, I'm paying back loans I’m paying dues that a nigga paying tax on I'm tryna blow like a nigga playing saxophone I'm playing daddy to another nigga daughter Don’t worry, even Jesus never saw his real father It don’t bother me at all though Yeah, say it don’t bother me at all They got me thinking 'bout my mom though Man, I can't wait to sing this song I'll be like, I'll be like [Outro] Hey, don’t cry, hey, oh no 'Cause we ain't gotta worry 'bout the money no more We ain't gotta worry 'bout how the bills get paid We ain't gotta worry how the meals get fed Don’t cry, hey, oh no 'Cause we ain't gotta worry 'bout the money no more We ain't gotta worry 'bout how them bills get paid We ain't gotta worry how the meals get fed Hey, hey, hey41

Hip-HopRap

Farewell

J. Cole

[Intro] Yeah, farewell Hey, farewell All my niggas farewell Fayettenam [Verse 1] Look, some niggas let their dirt out, some just keep it all in ‘em So when a man dies all his secrets go with him And fade, a part of history no longer known Done did a lot of dirt I’ll bury with me when I’m gone When my story’s told, how will they tell it? Will they say I was a giver or remember I was selfish? Will they say I was a sinner or pretend I was a saint? Will I go down as a winner, what's the picture they gon' paint? Wouldn’t say that I’m a quitter, that's one thing I know I ain't Will they tarnish, will they taint? Glorify me, over-think? Say they know me, say I’m great? Say I’m phoney, I was fake? Say the things about me that they never told me to my face? I was loved I was hated, just a nigga with a dream I’m a liar, I was honest, I was all of these things When I’m gone let em talk, they discussing who I am When they bury me just know I wasn't nothing but a man Wasn’t nothin’ but a man [Chorus] This for them niggas climbin’ heaven's stairwell Yeah, hey farewell Yeh, hey farewell This for niggas climbin’ heaven's stairwell I pray you farewell I bid you farewell Yeah, hey, farewell Yeah, yeah You might also like[Verse 2] If I should die Lord this here is my will Reincarnate a nigga send me right back to the Ville Let me relive my younger days just once again Reenact my memories from every friend to every sin Keeping demons buried in my closet But yet I put in work like a deposit on my bank account My eyes lit while I think about my childhood now I'm blanking out Those were truly my best days The only thing I had to stress was how the hell to get laid Gradually turn into me stressin’ how the hell to get paid Been making songs so long, now how the hell they get played Ok, I’m blowing up quickly, I guess the flow is sickly But yet I can’t forget my past and hope it won’t forget me Got good grades but A's can’t stop strays so pray for me Pour liquor for my niggas but hey, don’t wait for me 'Cause I’m trying to cheat death, she out to bury my ass You know the cliche “life's a bitch” well I’m gon marry that ass And sign a prenup, think back to when we tore the skating rink up Rapping and we scrapping, we got older hit the teen club Gave mean mugs to niggas but we winked to all the girls Then we went back to the crib thinking we had saw the world No sir, came a long way from having momma chauffer It's hard to think these hoes at some point were so pure But now we play the game, when it's over send me back I swear I’m not gon change a thing I swear I’m not gon change a thing [Chorus] This for niggas climbin’ heaven's stairwell Yeah, hey farewell Yeh, hey farewell This for niggas climbin’ heaven's stairwell I pray you farewell I bid you farewell Yeah, hey, farewell Yeah, yeah27

Hip-HopRap

Too Deep for the Intro

J. Cole

[Produced by J. Cole] [Intro: J. Cole] Yeah, ahem Hey, yeah [Verse 1: J. Cole] Partially functional, half of me is comfortable The other half is close to the cliff, like Mrs. Huxtable These boys got them holsters and clips they pack like Lunchables Like white boys in grade school, while we ate school-made food Just eyeing they shit, wish I was trying they shit Knowing when mama hit the store, she wasn’t buying that shit No, I ain't crying a bit, man that's just life, that's how that shit work You reach your hand in fire, you pull it back when you get burnt Gotta learn when you get hurt, even if it's with Cupid He beat you and you went back, you's officially stupid Oh yeah, I understand, that's your man, you had a plan You been together for some years, you sticking with him for the kids So you overlook the tears, but we both know that's a bad look 'Cause 20 years from now, your daughter'll probably get her ass whooped Look, if this too deep for the intro, I’ll find another use But just in case it's perfect, let me introduce, Cole [Chorus: Erykah Badu & J. Cole] Time to save the world Where in the world is all the time? So many things I still don't know (Uh-uh, hey) So many times I've changed my mind Guess I was born to make mistakes But I ain't scared to take the weight So when I stumble off the path (Yeah) I know my heart will guide me back (Yeah) You might also like[Verse 2: J. Cole] Man, is this too deep for the intro? If so, I’ll find another use But just in case it's perfect, let me introduce It’s Cole, I had a dream and so I made a move A ill ass nigga who just so happened to stay in school Still rap for hustlers and motherfuckers that hated school Said, "That's for busters," then heard my shit and I made it cool It's safe to say that I’m gifted as if I’m Christmas shopping I got gangsta niggas lining up in admissions office Ayy, possibly 'cause all the hoes a nigga scraped A lot of shit up on my plate, so you know a nigga late To my first class, I’d much rather sit up in first class Should I admit that a slutty bitch was my first smash? Wasn't experienced, so nah, I didn't wear it out Always thought my first time would be someone I cared about But being a virgin was something to be embarrassed 'bout I used that ass for practice, so I wasn't scared out my mind You call it rhymes, I call it clearing out my mind Was just a young boy staring out my blinds 'Til I got free from my mama leash Running loose through the streets like a stray dog in heat And we looking for some freaks, can you play? Pardon me What's your name? Don’t mistake me for no lame, no, not me She knew I was on the team 'cause she seen how tall I be In the club dappin’ niggas, eventually, R.I.P Damn, you win some, you lose some, that's just how it happens And if a nigga step up to you, then you gotta scrap 'em Your name is all you got, throwing hands by the bathroom It's funny, I barely told nobody I started rapping 'Cause see, some niggas was haters that I just viewed as clowns At fourteen, I knew I was the nicest dude around I gotta make a move, I gotta do this now If they don’t know your dreams, then they can't shoot 'em down [Interlude: J. Cole] Ha, yeah nigga, hell yeah I felt that one in my fuckin' soul, nigga Haha [Outro: Erykah Badu] Ooh, hey I'm trying to decide Which way to go Think I made a wrong turn back there somewhere Ooh, hey I'm trying to decide Which way to go Think I made a wrong turn back there somewhere35

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The End

Kid Cudi

[Chorus: Nicole Wray] I’d never do it again, do it again I’d never do it again Cuz this is the end, this is the end This is the end I’d never do it again (hey), do it again (hey) I’d never do it again (hey) Cuz this is the end [Verse 1: GLC] My brother told me a long time ago Don't focus where you been, G, focus where you tryna go I swear the game make you cold like abominable Snowman, old man, when you trying to shine like gold When it's my time to blow partner I'mma know In the midst of getting dough I was hit with highs and lows My Melo tried to play me like my fucking eyes was closed Now I'm sittin here wishing that my guys didn’t know They love a G, so they despise a soul What they gon’ do to him, beyond my control When the reaper calls, it's your time to go Never play a nigga when you see that he is trying to grow I'm Benny Blanco when he knocked out Carlito And Pachanga so I'm watching every angle Under the moonlight with the devil I've tangoed Church on the move like Jesus in the manger Better control the money, it's better to control the anger So now I watch a friend the way that I watch a stranger (Chu'ch) See Kid Cudi LiveGet tickets as low as $103You might also like[Chorus: Nicole Wray] Do it again, I’d never do it again Cuz this is the end, this is the end This is the end I’d never do it again, do it again I’d never do it again Cuz this is the end, this is the end This is the end (uh), I’d never do it again [Verse 2: King Chip] Chillin', rolling up something to change my feelin' Thinkin' about how I came up from nothing while I’m splittin' This cigarillo, phone rings I get a call One of my dogs tripping hard talkin about really killin them all I say slow down, slow down, what the fuck you mean nigga Just ran in your crib and popped your daughter in the spleen I’ll be there in 20 minutes, but it only took fifteen We wasn’t that tight, but cool enough for me to hit the scene Not knowing this was all a set up, secretly they want me wet up Jealous of my future cheddar, however They fastest move was too slow for me I pulled up, wasn’t no ambulance, there wasn’t no police Something fishy going on, naive, kept pressing on Nine gripped, thinking the killer could still be on the lawn Opened the front door, they shot, I shot, someone dropped shit The nigga with something to lose just almost lost it Won't trust him again [Chorus: Nicole Wray] Do it again, I’d never do it again Cuz this is the end, this is the end This is the end I’d never do it again, do it again I’d never do it again Cuz this is the end, this is the end This is the end, I’d never do it again [Verse 3: Kid Cudi] Cheese came through at 3 Salute, at ease, C had supplied the weed Cause IBN had OD'd It's me with a black rockstar steeze Real rock tees, 300 a pop for these Please, bummy? You don’t know me money Day & Nite got flipped and I got blow for a grip Sipping on a Heine with my Jamie-boo beside me That's my fucking best friend When I'm tweaking she be calming a brother Like the touch from a mother I am so damn comfortable I never want to leave it The feeling is something like a spiritual healer That could end me, I think that’s the part I find intriguing A little bit off, I am, I am, I am I see that I'm caught, I am, I am, I am It’s something like a spiritual healer that could end me I think that's the part I find intriguing, I'm fiending [Outro: Nicole Wray] I’ll never do it again, do it again15

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Hell of a Life

Kanye West

[Verse 1] I think I just fell in love with a pornstar Turn the camera on, she a born star Turn the corners in a foreign car Call the coroners, do the CPR She gave that old nigga a ulcer Her bittersweet taste made his gold teeth ache, uh Make her knees shake, make a priest faint, uh Make a nun cum, make her cremate, uh Move downtown, cop a sweet space, uh Livin' life like we won the sweepstakes, what? We headed to hell for Heaven's sakes, huh Well, I'ma levitate, make the devil wait, yeah [Chorus] Have you lost your mind? Tell me when you think we crossed the line No more drugs for me, pussy and religion is all I need Grab my hand and baby, we'll live a hell of a life [Verse 2] Never in your wildest dreams Never in your wildest dreams, in your wildest You could hear the loudest screams Comin' from inside the screen, you a wild bitch Tell me what I gotta do to be that guy Said her price go down, she ever fuck a black guy Or do anal, or do a gangbang It's kinda crazy that's all considered the same thing Well, I guess a lotta niggas do gangbang And if we run trains, we all in the same gang Runaway slaves all on a chain gang Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang You might also like[Chorus] Have you lost your mind? Tell me when you think we crossed the line No more drugs for me, pussy and religion is all I need Grab my hand and baby, we'll live a hell of a life [Verse 3] One day, I'm gon' marry a pornstar We'll have a big-ass crib and a long yard We'll have a mansion and some fly maids Nothin' to hide, we both screwed the bridesmaids She wanna roleplay 'til I roll over I'ma need a whole day, at least roll doja What party is we goin' to on Oscar day? 'specially if she can't get that dress from Oscar de La Renta, they wouldn't rent her, they couldn't take the shame Snatched the dress off her back and told her, "Get away" How could you say they live they life wrong? When you never fuck with the lights on [Bridge] Fuck with the lights Fuck with the, with the lights on Fuck with the lights Fuck with the, with the lights on Fuck with the lights on With the, with the lights on Fuck with the lights Fuck with the, with the lights on Fuck, fuck with the lights Fuck with the, with the lights on Fuck with the lights Fuck with the, with the lights on [Chorus] Have you lost your mind? Tell me when you think we crossed the line No more drugs for me, pussy and religion is all I need Grab my hand and baby, we'll live a hell of a life [Outro] I think I fell in love with a pornstar And got married in the bathroom Honeymoon on the dance floor And got divorced by the end of the night That's one hell of a life (Mmm, mmm, mmm) (Mmm, mmm, mmm) (Mmm, mmm, mmm) (Mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm) (Mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm, mmm) [Produced by Kanye West; Co-Produced by Mike Caren, Mike Dean & No I.D.]84

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Love Me

Eminem

[Intro: Obie Trice] You don't see me in the hood That's 'cause I'm doin' this, man [Verse 1: Obie Trice] Niggas, I'm still grindin' (Yeah), I still hearin' those sirens I'm still gettin' chased by those lights Only the light's lime, and my mic's on And my time is none, because I'm writin' more And I ain't here to meet a soul in this business I'm here to eat, speak, until these hoes feel this (For sure) And I can't let y'all derail me, man I got Young Kobie, homie, you gotta let go of Obie 'Cause Obie be back (Going nowhere, man) We got them craps goin' on and that 'ac goin' on Soon as a nigga touch down, back from tourin' It's whatever (Whatever, man), put that on the cheddar, man But in the meantime, it's Jimmy Iovine time (Show 'em) Chase cheese, rhyme 'til my voice give out (Show 'em) This is it my niggas, this what we boast about Now I'm here, so shut your motherfuckin' mouth And show me love, bitch [Chorus: Sample & Obie Trice] I just wanna love ya For the rest of my life (I don't love you, bitch) I wanna hold you in the mornin' (Ha-ha) Hold you through the night (Ha-ha, right) I just wanna love ya (We wanna love alcohol) For the rest of my life (We wanna love guns) I wanna hold you in the mornin' (We wanna love money, ha) Hold you through the night (We don't wanna love no bitches, though) You might also like[Verse 2: Eminem] There's a certain mystique when I speak, that you notice, that's sorta unique 'Cause you know it's me, my poetry's deep And I'm Stillmatic, the way I flow to this beat You can't sit still, it's like tryna smoke crack and go to sleep I'm strapped, just knowing any minute I could snap I'm the equivalent of what would happen if Bush rapped I bully these rappers so bad lyrically It ain't even funny, I ain't even hungry, it ain't even money You can't pay me enough for you to play me, it's cockamanie You just ain't zany enough to rock with Shady My noodle is cock-a-doodle, my clock's cuckoo I got screws loose, yeah, the whole kit and caboodle I'm just brutal, it's no rumor, I'm numero uno Assume it, there's no humor in it no more, you know I'm rollin' with a swollen bowlin' ball in my bag You need a fag to come and tear a new hole in my ass You better love me, bitch [Chorus: Sample & Obie Trice] I just wanna love ya For the rest of my life I wanna hold you in the mornin' Hold you through the night (And all the bitches say) I just wanna love ya For the rest of my life I wanna hold you in the mornin' Hold you through the night [Verse 3: 50 Cent & Eminem] My buzz is crazy in the hood, they holla my name If it ain't about the flow, it's 'bout the stones and the chain (Yeah!) If I was you, I'd love me too, I roll like a boss 911 Porsche same color as cranberry sauce (Woo!) I ain't gon' front, I thought R. Kelly was the shit (Huh-uh) Let me find out he fuckin' 'round with Bow Wow bitch Niggas eatin' popcorn right, rewindin' the tape Now shorty mama in precinct, hollerin' rape I'm convinced, man, somethin' really wrong with these hoes I thought Lil' Kim was hot, 'til she start fuckin' with her nose (God-damn!) I used to listen to Lauryn Hill, and tap my feet Then the bitch put out a CD and didn't have no beats (Huh-uh) That boy D'Angelo, he determined not to fail That nigga went butt-ass, for his record to sell My back shots'll help Ashanti hit them high notes And Big been taught Charli B'More to deep-throat (Yeah) [Chorus: Sample & 50 Cent] I just wanna love ya For the rest of my life (I love the burners, the money) I wanna hold you in the mornin' (The bunnies, I just wanna hold you, ha-ha-ha) Hold you through the night I just wanna love ya For the rest of my life I wanna hold you in the mornin' (I just wanna love you) Hold you through the night (Yeah!)43

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