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Spend Some Time

Eminem

[Intro: Eminem] If there's any bitches in this room Then there's somethin' I gotta say For all the fools who fell for the first girl who comes their way I've been down that road And now I'm back, sittin' on square one Tryin' to pick myself up where I started from [Verse 1: Obie Trice] I never woulda thought that I'd see you out of control Even though my penis was deep down in your hole You should know, between us, we was like mates of soul Nothin' could intervene us, especially no hoes You was more so the chalant type I chose 'Til more shows, haunted you nights, I suppose That's how it go: with time spent, emotion grows In the beginning friends, we decided to roll So who's responsible when you get excited, explode And Obie's grinnin', then you invite that Obie's cold But bitches they gon' talk, niggas they gon' hate We established this way before we became mates So what's required is that you chill with all that fire Get your desire when I retire and— [Chorus: Dina Rae & Eminem] Spend some time with me, say that you'll be mine (Ha-ha) I never thought I'd find someone to be mine Lord knows I was right, ‘cause you just crossed the line Spend some time with me, say that you'll be mine You might also like[Verse 2: Eminem] I used to say I never met a girl like you before Still ain't got a fuckin' clue as to who you truly are Almost went as far as introducin' you to my daughters 'Til you went as far as goin' and snoopin' through my drawers Now I just feel stupid for the loop that you threw me for Can't believe I almost flew the coop for some stupid whore You used to say all you wanted was for me to be yours All I ever wanted from you was a few booty calls If you recall, I used to treat you like a groupie broad When we fucked, I refused to even take my jewelry off But it threw me off the first time I called and you blew me off It was a shock, it struck me as odd, but it turned me on You started gettin' moody on me, pretty soon we'd argue And the ruder you got, the more beautiful you got to me And who'da even knew that? Who would'a even thought possibly Cupid could shoot another one of them Goddamn darts at me? It's true that I got shot in the heart But when someone seems too good to be true, they usually are But see, when you're in it, it's too hard to see 'Til you pull up and see some other dude's car parked and reach Up under the seat as your heart starts to beat Before you make a decision that's life-altering And just as you halt and you turn and you start to leave You hear them words echoing, almost haunting, that taunting ring [Chorus: Dina Rae & Eminem] Spend some time with me, say that you'll be mine (Ha-ha) I never thought I'd find someone to be mine Lord knows I was right, ‘cause you just crossed the line Spend some time with me, say that you'll be mine (Ha-ha) [Interlude: Stat Quo] Ha, ha, yeah right, bitch Spend some time on my dick [Verse 3: Stat Quo] In most cases, Stat's attitude is, "Fuck a bitch!" My only motive is to get head and fuck a bitch But you was different, thought we shared a covenant Even held your hand in pub-a-lic We sufferin' because of this Shawty on some whole 'nother other shit Tryin' to play slick, thinkin' I'ma trick off grip I'll admit, I was caught in the mix, down to commit Feedin' you the best of me, I should've fed you piss We started off closer than close But who could've predicted to know Your trifling ways would'a stopped our growth? And the final result, back in that same boat I asked myself: "Do I love these hoes?" — Nope! [Verse 4: 50 Cent] (Yeah) Em introduced us: "50, this is Tanya, Tanya, this is 50" Then slid off and left her to kick it with me I complimented her, I said, "You have very nice lips." With my imagination, I could see her suckin' my dick We played the phone game, a week later, shit changed fast Had her comin' over in a cab to give me some ass Downtown Manhattan, on the balcony, stare at the skyline Penthouse full of imported shit, you know how I grind She got to talkin', talkin' like an opportunist too Why talk, when suckin' my dick is the real career move? Said she's an aspiring actress, she do videos for practice Yeah, yeah, know how many times I done heard that shit? (Ha-ha!) [Chorus: Dina Rae & Eminem] Spend some time with me, say that you'll be mine I never thought I'd find someone to be mine Lord knows I was right, ‘cause you just crossed the line Spend some time with me, say that you'll be mine46

Rap

Sure Shot

Beastie Boys

[Intro] I love you [Refrain: Beastie Boys] 'Cause you can't, you won't, and you don't stop 'Cause you can't, you won't, and you don't stop Well, you can't, you won't, and you don't stop Mike D, come and rock the sure shot [Verse 1: Mike D, Ad-Rock, MCA] I've got the brand new doo-doo, guaranteed like Yoo-hoo I'm on like Dr. John, yeah, Mr. Zu Zu I'm a newlywed, not a divorcee (yeah) And everything I do is funky like Lee Dorsey Well it's the taking of the Pelham 1, 2, 3 If you want a doo-doo rhyme, then come see me I've got the savoir faire with the unique rhymin' I keep it on and on, it's never quitting time, and Strictly handheld is the style I go Never rock the mic with the pantyhose I strap on my ear goggles, and I'm ready to go ‘Cause at the boards is the man they call the Mario You pull up at the function, and you know I Kojak To all the party people that are on my Bozac I've got more action than my man, John Woo And I've got mad hits like I was Rod Carew (yeah) You might also like[Refrain: Beastie Boys] 'Cause you can't, you won't, and you don't stop Because you can't, you won't, and you don't stop You know you can't, you won't, and you don't stop Ad-Rock, come and rock the sure shot [Verse 2: Mike D, Ad-Rock, MCA] Hurra-, Hurra- Cane will cross fade on your ass and bust your eardrums Listen, everybody, 'cause I'm shifting gears I'm fresh like Dougie when I get my specs And on the microphone, I come correct Timing like a clock when I rock the hip-hop Top notch is my stock on the soapbox I've got more rhymes than I've got gray hairs And that's a lot because I've got my share (oohh, weee) I've got a hole in my head, and there's no one to fix it I gotta straighten my thoughts I'm thinking too much (yeah) sick shit Everyone just takes and takes, takes, takes, takes I'll have to step back, I gotta contemplate Well, I'm like Lee Perry, I'm very on Rock the microphone, and then I'm gone I'm like Vaughn Bode, I'm a Cheech Wizard Never quittin', so won't you listen [Interlude] Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah Ah, yes, indeed, it's fun time [Refrain: Beastie Boys] 'Cause you can't, you won't, and you don't stop 'Cause you can't, you won't, and you don't stop Well, you can't, you won't, and you don't stop MCA, come and rock the sure shot [Verse 3: Mike D, Ad-Rock, MCA] I want to say a little something that's long overdue The disrespect to women has got to be through To all the mothers and the sisters and the wives and friends I want to offer my love and respect to the end Well, you say I'm twenty-something, then I should be slacking But I'm working harder than ever, and you could call it macking So I'm supposed to sit upon my couch just watching my TV I'm still listening to wax, I'm not using the CD Well, I'm that kid in the corner All fucked up, and I wanna, so I'm gonna (yeah) Take a piece of the pie, why not, I'm not quittin' Think I'm-a change up my style just to fit in I keep my underwear up with a piece of elastic I use a bullshit mic that's made out of plastic To send my rhymes out to all the nations Like Ma Bell, I got the ill communication [Refrain: Beastie Boys] 'Cause you can't, you won't, and you don't stop 'Cause you can't, you won't, and you don't stop Well, you can't, you won't, and you don't stop Keep on and rockin' the sure shot [Outro] B-boys, b-girls... Tick-tock, tick-tick...tock-tock9

Punk

The Plan

J. Cole

[Hook] One time for the plan Straight to the top, I got the power in my hands Live for the moment, be hot Act like you want it, reach high Now we ain't known, but we try Now holla back and reply [Verse 1] Feel like I lived for this moment I see it in their eyes, them other guys don't want it My style they can crown it, but can't dethrone it I was aiming for the top and now I I I'm on it What a powerful performance I was in my zone, send flowers for opponents Tell 'em "Get well soon" Cause I ain't in the mood So if you read that word backwards then it should spell 'doom' I'm on fire, y'all can inhale fumes, as I zoom by ya As you thinking, 'Who's higher?' Fueled by a desire you should admire That's why I'm what they aspire to be 'fore they retire A livin' legend, with God givin' blessings And game so cold they probably watching this in Heaven Expecting the incredible, so baby watch me do that And make the Angels say 'Lord, how he do that?' You might also like[Hook] One time for the plan Straight to the top, I got the power in my hands Live for the moment, be hot Act like you want it, reach high Now we ain't known, but we try Now holla back and reply One time for the plan Straight to the top, I got the power in my hands Live for the moment, be hot Act like you want it, reach high Now we ain't known, but we try Now holla back and reply [Verse 2] A champion's mentality And so I'm scoring, ignoring the fact you're fouling me And one, where I go you can't come I was schooling your father boy, that make you my grandson I've been around the block twice, now my shot nice No referee but best believe out here I got stripes Now that they finally consider me a legit scorer Would you believe I started off as a bench-warmer? Have me feelin' like Master Splinter Now the haters and commentators say 'there's a winner' Hey, hard work pay off, now I don't take a day off I rest not, I guess that's why your best shot? Way off These are the things that dreams are made of The sweep, no time for sleep, when you're elite If what you reap is what you sow, then what was you expecting? Expect to come in second While I become a legend [Hook] One time for the plan Straight to the top, I got the power in my hands Live for the moment, be hot Act like you want it, reach high Now we ain't known, but we try Now holla back and reply One time for the plan Straight to the top, I got the power in my hands Live for the moment, be hot Act like you want it, reach high Now we ain't known, but we try Now holla back and reply [Outro] Why don't you reach for the sky? You don't believe you can fly? I guess I'll see you when you get here I guess I'll see you when you get here Why don't you reach for the sky? You don't believe you can fly? I guess I'll see you when you get here I guess I'll see you when you get here [Hook] One time for the plan Straight to the top, I got the power in my hands Live for the moment, be hot Act like you want it, reach high Now we ain't known, but we try Now holla back and reply1

Hip-HopRap

Suckas

Jay Electronica

[Verse 1] This goes out to those that choose to use Disrespectful views On the game of H-i P-H-o-p, we terrorizing you misfits These wack emcees got the game twisted We don't give a fuck about your rings or your chains Your four-dot six Range Or Frankie B jeans I came in the game muhfucka, it's death to the bling Jay Elect reign supreme over everything Meet the heavenly man, mics in my hand I rip 'em Brrrr-ha stick 'em ha-ha-ha stick 'em Wack rappers we vick 'em And leave 'em for dead For spitting that wack shit That they see in they head Mufucka' A new beginning - Forever [Verse 2] The last dragon, carrying weight like Oprah Redeemer of Abnner Louima and Sankofa I mash out more posses than Billy and Fame Sucka emcees rock ice but they really in flames Eighty-five think they free but they really in chains Talking that big willie looking silly and strange Earthquakes and rain, hail, snow, locusts and bees All of the above is caused by the dopest emcees Back day I used to rock Adidas open with Lees Windmill on the cardboard and close with the freeze Silly suckas You might also like[Verse 3] It's War with The Dragon, visit your day see god Spar with a passion, this is your day swing hard As I spark your imagi-nation it may seem odd This world is crazy hard, but it made me god Rock with the blastmaster of rock with a rap masters The Notorious BIG and 2Pac were the last pastors I gotta grab the, torch and lead the flock to the pastures Return of the Jedi, who stud-ied under the master Jakes wanna creep me, the eighth beast seeks to defeat me I'm feelin leapy, Homeland Security breechy They can't compete B, my Third Eye vision is 3D Seeing what Maussan couldn't civilize in the BC Rap is a misfit, a cheap trick covered with lipstick Yappin about freaknik, and plattin about deep-dish War with The Dragon, I'm here to clash with the beast Harass the Police, in the process of establishing peace Forever!2

Alternative

Love You More

Eminem

[Intro] Still love me? Take this You ready? One, two, three! [Chorus] The more you put me through The more it makes me wanna come back to you You say you hate me, I just love you more You don't want me, I just want you more I buy you flowers, you throw 'em at me I know it's sad but it's makin' me happy The more that you slap me, the more that it turns me on 'Cause you love me and I love you more [Verse 1] It's sick, but who could ever predict we'd be doin' the same shit? We say we do it for our baby, but we don't We do it for us, it's lust 'cause neither one Of us trust each other, so we fuck till we bust And we cuss each other out, we know what it's about, shout Till I throw you out the house, you throw me out the house I throw you on the couch, punch you in the mouth Fist fight 'til we turn this mother out Then apologize after, laughter, pain It's insane, we're back in the same chapter again And it's sad, but it's true, when I'm layin' here with you There ain't nothin' anyone could ever say or ever do 'cause— You might also like[Chorus] The more you put me through The more it makes me wanna come back to you You say you hate me, I just love you more You don't want me, I just want you more I buy you flowers, you throw 'em at me I know it's sad, but it's makin' me happy The more that you slap me, the more that it turns me on 'Cause you love me and I love you more [Verse 2] 'Cause I hate you, do you hate me? Good, 'cause you're so fuckin' beautiful when you're angry It makes me wanna just take you and just throw you On the bed and fuck you like I don't even know you You fuck other people and I fuck other people You're a slut, but I'm equal, I'm a mutt, we're both evil In our ways, but neither one of us would ever admit it 'Cause one of us would have one up on the other, so forget it We can make accusations, people spread rumors But they ain't got proof, till they do it's just the two of us It's you and me, 'cause any chick can say that she's screwin' me But you gotta believe me to a degree 'cause true indeed If you didn't, I wouldn't be hittin' — yeah, I would 'Cause the sex is too damn good, if I ran who would I run to That would be this soft and warm? So it's off and on, usually more off than on But at least we know that we share this common bond You're the only one I can fuck without a condom on I hope the only reason that I cope is 'cause of that fact And plus, I can bust in that, and that's why— [Chorus] The more you put me through The more it makes me wanna come back to you You say you hate me, I just love you more You don't want me, I just want you more I buy you flowers, you throw 'em at me I know it's sad but it's makin' me happy The more that you slap me, the more that it turns me on 'Cause you love me and I love you more [Verse 3] I can never understand it, that's why I don't try From junior high until we both die, it's silly Oh, why must we try? Is it really so rough That we must always call each other's Billy Goat's Gruff? Try to pull each other's legs until the other begs We're lyin' to ourselves, that's the beauty of it, yeah 'Cause we truly love each other, that's why we always fightin' All we do is shove each other every other fuckin' night And it's clear it ain't gonna change, it's pent-up rage We both have, we both feel like we've been upstaged By someone else, we've both been someone else's "Someone else," problem is neither one wants help It's an addiction and it can't be fixed Our family's mixed up, there's a baby sister in the mix And it hurts 'cause the pieces to the puzzle don't fit And anybody who thinks they know us doesn't know shit And they're probably just tired of hearin' it all the time On every song, every lyric in every rhyme All the hoopla, all of the whoopty-woo What you put me through, fuckin' whoopty-do But I won't be made a fool of, if this is true love You wouldn't do what you did last time, you wouldn't screw up This time, 'cause this time, girl, I'm tellin' you what You do it again, I'm fuckin' you up no matter what [Bridge] No matter what you say, or what you do I'mma hunt you down till I find you No matter where you run, I'll be right there Right behind you in your nightmares So I brought you the flowers and the candy All the times that you threw it back at me Told me you hate me, you gon' hate me more When you find out you can't escape me, whore [Chorus] The more you put me through The more it makes me wanna come back to you You say you hate me, I just love you more You don't want me, I just want you more I buy you flowers, you throw 'em at me I know it's sad but it's makin' me happy The more that you slap me, the more that it turns me on 'Cause you love me, and I love you more51

Rap

Whatever You Like

T.I.

[Intro] Aye, Jim, you know the ol' sugar daddies? They be trickin', they tell them girls I said you could have whatever you like (If you like) I said you could have whatever you like (If you like) Yeah (Yeah) [Chorus] Stacks on deck, Patron on ice And we can pop bottles all night And, baby, you could have whatever you like (If you like) I said you could have whatever you like, yeah Late night sex, so wet and so tight I gas up the jet for you tonight And, baby, you could go wherever you like (If you like) I said you could go wherever you like, yeah (Yeah) [Verse 1] Anytime you want to pick up the telephone, you Know it ain't nothin' to drop a couple stacks on you Want it, you could get it, my dear Five million dollar home, drop Bentleys, I swear, yeah [Pre-Chorus] I want yo' body, need yo' body Long as you got me you won't need nobody You want it, I got it, go get it, I'll buy it Tell them other broke nigga be quiet See T.I. LiveGet tickets as low as $90You might also like[Chorus] Stacks on deck, Patron on ice And we can pop bottles all night And, baby, you could have whatever you like (If you like) I said you could have whatever you like, yeah Late night sex, so wet and so tight I gas up the jet for you tonight And, baby, you could go wherever you like (If you like) I said you could go wherever you like, yeah (Yeah) [Verse 2] Shawty, you the hottest, love the way you drop it Brain so good I swore you went to college Hundred karat deposit, to vacations in the tropics ‘Cause e'rybody know it ain't trickin' if you got it You need never ever gotta go to yo' wallet Long as I got rubberband banks in my pocket Five, six rides with rims and a body kit You ain't gotta downgrade, you can get what I get My chick could have what she want And go in any store for any bag she want And, no, she ain't never had a man like that To buy you anything your heart desire like that, yeah [Pre-Chorus] I want yo' body, need yo' body Long as you got me you won't need nobody You want it, I got it, go get it, I'll buy it Tell them other broke nigga be quiet [Chorus] Stacks on deck, Patron on ice And we can pop bottles all night And, baby, you could have whatever you like (If you like) I said you could have whatever you like, yeah Late night sex, so wet and so tight I gas up the jet for you tonight And, baby, you could go wherever you like (If you like) I said you could go wherever you like, yeah (Yeah) [Bridge] I'm talkin' big boy rides, and big boy ice Let me put this big boy in yo' life You just be so fresh, and look so nice Let me put this big boy in yo' life; that's right [Pre-Chorus] I want yo' body, need yo' body Long as you got me you won't need nobody You want it, I got it, go get it, I'll buy it Tell them other broke nigga be quiet [Chorus] Stacks on deck, Patron on ice And we can pop bottles all night And, baby, you could have whatever you like (If you like) I said you could have whatever you like, yeah Late night sex, so wet and so tight I gas up the jet for you tonight And, baby, you could go wherever you like (If you like) I said you could go wherever you like, yeah (Yeah)29

Hip-HopRap

Oh Bo (Studio)

Bo Burnham

[Intro] I feel like hip hop Used to be a voice for the voiceless, y'know? And now it's become, at least in the mainstream A symbol of misogyny, gay panic, fiscal irresponsibility So I figure If you can't beat 'em Join 'em [Verse 1] Hittin' the club up VIP I got a fake mustache and a fake ID I look like Wooly Willy With a really wooly willy And I bypass the bouncer Pass by an ex and I flex and bounce her, wowser Look at all of Bo's hoes Looking for a ride on Bo's hose And I spot a little Latino, booty so big call it Oprah's ego We go do it, through it, she says, "Dios mia mi amigo!" Pull it out, stick it in your mouth, and I bust in the back of ya Swallow bitch, there's people starving in Africa! [Chorus] Single every single day Do it every single way Make the single ladies say Oh, Bo And if I were gay Though I swear I'm straight I'd make them fellas say You might also like[Verse 2] You're an ice cream sundae with a cherry on top But careful, cherry, cause I'm the King of Pop Pop pop pop goes my weasel Now ya look like Jackson Pollock's easel My suggestion is you don't blow 'til you know what congestion is Swallow when you know what digestion is Follow Bo, the only question is Have you been splattered before by the mad-hatter matador? Cake-batter never more It don't matter whether you're Spanish, French, Swedish or Cambodian I'll slime you so hard you could be on Nickelodeon [Chorus] Single every single day Do it every single way Make the single ladies say Oh, Bo And if I were gay Though I swear I'm straight I'd make them fellas say Oh, Bo Oh Bo-o, oh Bo, Bo A-a-oh Bo, oh Bo, oh Bo [Verse 3] You think that you can handle me? Girl, don't make me laugh I said my junk is bipolar It'll split you in half (yea) And if you're lucky, I might just bring you home And I'll have you going down like you're growin' an extra chromosome And when you grab me, don't grab me by my buns Cause I got a bad case of the runs I got the runs I got the runs [Chorus] Single every single day Do it every single way Make the single ladies say Oh, Bo And if I were gay Though I swear I'm straight I'd make them fellas say Oh, Bo [Interlude] I wanna break it down for y'all I came from the streets, with nothin' Now I'm makin' hit records For my people still livin' in the streets Still livin' in poverty, I wanna tell you I'm doin' this for you My success is your success And I know you may be thinkin' Hey, if you really believe that Why don't you use some of your money To help rebuild the neighborhood Instead of putting spinning rims on a gold jet ski? And to that I say (uh, chorus is comin' up): [Chorus] Single every single day Do it every single way Make the single ladies say Oh, Bo And if I were gay Though I swear I'm straight I'd make them fellas say Uh uh! [Verse 4] You got a fume like a tuna I'll smell ya later I met a fat chick and I fucked her in an elevator It was wrong on so many levels It was wrong on so many le-le-le-levels It was wrong on so many levels (uh) It was wrong on, it was wrong on, it was wrong on [Chorus] Single every single Do it every single Pop that single like a Pringle jingle Oh, Bo This song's almost completed All this little ditty needed Instrument that's double reeded: The oboe [Outro] (Yea) Oh, Bo, play that oboe15

ComedySpoken Word

Raindrops Keep Fallin’ on My Head

B.J. Thomas

[Verse 1] Raindrops are fallin' on my head And just like the guy whose feet Are too big for his bed Nothin' seems to fit Those raindrops are fallin' on my head They keep fallin' [Verse 2] So I just did me some talkin' to the sun And I said I didn't like The way he got things done Sleepin' on the job Those raindrops are fallin' on my head They keep fallin' [Bridge] But there's one thing I know The blues they send to meet me Won't defeat me It won't be long 'til happiness Steps up to greet me [Verse 3] Raindrops keep fallin' on my head But that doesn't mean my eyes Will soon be turnin' red Crying's not for me 'Cause I'm never gonna stop the rain By complainin' Because I'm free Nothing's worryin' me You might also like[Trumpet Solo/Verse 4] It won't be long 'til happiness Steps up to greet me [Verse 5] Raindrops keep fallin' on my head But that doesn't mean my eyes Will soon be turnin' red Cryin's not for me 'Cause I'm never gonna stop the rain By complainin' Because I'm free Nothing's worryin' me15

Country

Sickology 101

Tech N9ne

[Intro: Tech N9ne] Hey, now everybody sit down and shut the fuck up! Class is now in session If you came here to hear that lovey dovey shit - get the fuck out! If you soft and scared of hardcore shit - get the fuck out! For those who love raw shit - welcome to Sickology 101 Your instructor for today is: Tech N9ne! [Verse 1: Tech N9ne] This is style, I use pitch to catch and seduce chicks To signal the true sick, monotone is what you spit Switchin' the pattern, bust out that quick Middlewest chatterin' Some people hate but it ain't matterin' But the people gather, it's flatterin' Switchin' the pitch, mixin', there's no need to be stiff in this bitch Spittin' full clips on a mission, full bliss when I be rippin' this shit Make it exciting, got to be inviting when you're writing your piece Never be dick riding, if you're going to be biting, you're igniting the beast This is melodic, melodies if you got it Mix it hot as tamales, you singin' off-key, it's garbage If you can't keep an octave in a pocket, you need to stop it Have confidence, speak with conviction Don't put 'em asleep when you rock it This is harmony, Nina's taking you through it Make it buttery, utterly beautiful, make it fluid Sickology 101 is in session, I thought you knew it We murderin' motherfuckers in music, that's how we do it! See Tech N9ne LiveGet tickets as low as $65You might also like[Chorus: Tech N9ne] (Get) on your feet!, (up) out your seat! (Get) on your feet!, (up) out your seat! (Get) on your feet!, (up) out your seat! Such an oddity with it, this is Sickology (Get) on your feet!, (up) out your seat! (Get) on your feet!, (up) out your seat! (Get) on your feet!, (up) out your seat! [Interlude: Tech N9ne] From our West Coast instructor: Crooked I [Verse 2: Crooked I] My killer cadence can keep me crushin' the competition Comin' correct when creatin' the crazy composition Cannibal character, Calico carrier, got a crooked copper missin'' Cali killers on candid cock emissions That was constant consonant wordplay Wordplay rhymes with Thursday and thirsty - if I'm thirst-ay! I change the pronunciation of words per se The English language got to do whatever my verse say So if you want to learn to rap, this is how (this is how) Right now I'm puttin' swag in my style (in my style) It's an emphasis on the simplest sentences Then I give 'em charisma with a laugh and a smile (and a smile) If you want your verses to cost higher Then your similes got to be hot as a live wire You need some better metaphors For example, this song is a war zone and you listeners in the crossfire! [Chorus: Tech N9ne] (Get) on your feet!, (up) out your seat! (Get) on your feet!, (up) out your seat! (Get) on your feet!, (up) out your seat! Such an oddity with it, this is Sickology (Get) on your feet!, (up) out your seat! (Get) on your feet!, (up) out your seat! (Get) on your feet!, (up) out your seat! [Interlude: Tech N9ne] From our East Coast instructor: Chino XL [Verse 3: Chino XL] Everybody start lockin' their windows and doors Chino might get in It's like lightning and how I'm strikin' a triflin' rifleman Bullets flyin' up and I'm numbin' the bum like it's Vicodin So much metal in his spine, he could get rich from the recycling Chino be curdlin' blood, don't get burned from the buzz I speak with conviction like what Da Brat just heard from the judge Bludgeon no love, industry hate me yo I'd rather hear Hannah Montana than half of you rappers on the radio! Startin' drama with Chino, God forbid on eBay, that's God for bid Problem is lyric Jesus is more than a man With a sick delivery like I drive a coroner van I'm demented, spittin' writtens as sick as I can Grenade grippin' and fittin' to detonate Disneyland I am teachin' Sickology, try to follow how every punch line hits Like Chris Brown's fist in the face of Rihanna [Chorus: Tech N9ne] (Get) on your feet!, (up) out your seat! (Get) on your feet!, (up) out your seat! (Get) on your feet!, (up) out your seat! Such an oddity with it, this is Sickology (Get) on your feet!, (up) out your seat! (Get) on your feet!, (up) out your seat! (Get) on your feet!, (up) out your seat! Yes, I got to be vicious, this is Sickology [Outro: Tech N9ne] For those who don't know what the fuck's goin' on This is Sickology 101, you punk motherfuckers! Hahaha, let's kill these niggas8

Hip-HopRap

Puke

Eminem

[Intro] *Eminem pukes into the toilet* *Eminem hocks and spits into the toilet* *Toilet flush* There I go, thinking of you again [Hook] You don't know how sick you make me You make me fucking sick to my stomach Every time I think of you I puke You must just not kno-o-o-o-o-o-ow You may not think you do, but you do Every time I think of you I puke [Verse 1] I was gonna take the time to sit down and write you a little poem But off of the dome would probably be a little more More suitable for this type of song, whoa I got a million reasons off the top of my head that I could think of Sixteen bars just ain't enough to put some ink to So fuck it, I'ma start right here, I'll just be brief, I'm 'Bout to rattle off some of the reasons I knew I shouldn't go and get another tattoo Of you on my arm, but what do I go and do? I go and get another one, now I got two (Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh) Now I'm sitting here with your name on my skin I can't believe I went and did this stupid shit again My next girlfriend, now her name's gotta be Kim (Shi-i-i-i-i-i-it) If you only knew how much I hated you For every motherfucking thing you've ever put us through Then I wouldn't be standing here crying over you (Boo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-hoo) You might also like[Hook] You don't know how sick you make me You make me fucking sick to my stomach Every time I think of you I puke You must just not kno-o-o-o-o-o-ow You may not think you do, but you do Every time I think of you I puke [Verse 2] I was gonna take the time to sit down and write you a little letter But I thought a song would probably be a little better Instead of a letter that you'd probably just shred up, yeah I stumbled on your picture yesterday and it made me stop and think of How much of a waste it'd be for me to put some ink to, a stupid piece of Paper, I'd rather let you see how Much I fucking hate you in a freestyle You're a fucking cokehead slut, I hope you fucking die I hope you get to hell and Satan sticks a needle in your eye I hate your fucking guts, you fucking slut, I hope you die (Di-i-i-i-i-i-ie) But please don't get me wrong, I'm not bitter or mad It's not that I still love you, it's not 'cause I want you back It's just that when I think of you it makes me wanna yack (A-a-a-a-a-a-ack) But what else can I do? I haven't got a clue Now I guess I'll just move on, I have no choice but to But every time I think of you now all I wanna do is pu-u-u-u-u-u-uke [Hook] You don't know how sick you make me You make me fucking sick to my stomach Every time I think of you I puke You must just not kno-o-o-o-o-o-ow You may not think you do, but you do Every time I think of you I puke [Outro] *Eminem pukes into the toilet* *Eminem hocks and spits into the toilet* *Toilet flush* *Eminem burps* Ah, damn! Fucking bitch44

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Big Weenie

Eminem

[Intro] I don't understand Why are you being so mean? You're a mean, mean man [Chorus] You're just jealous of me 'cause you, you just can't do what I do So instead of just admitting it, you walk around and say All kinds of really mean things about me 'Cause you're a meanie, a meanie But it's only 'cause you're just really jealous of me 'Cause I'm what you wanna be, so you just look like an idiot When you say these mean things, 'cause it's too easy to see You're really just a big weenie, big weenie [Verse 1] Alright, listen, I need you to focus I need you to go dig deep in your mind, this is important We are going to perform an experiment of the sorts I'm going to have to ask you to bear with me for a moment Now I need you to open your mind, your eyes, close 'em You are now about to be placed under my hypnosis For the next four and a half minutes, we are going to explore Into your mind to find out why you're so fucking jealous Now why did they make yoo-hoo? Pippity-kaka-poo-poo Psych, I'm kidding, I just wanted to see if you're still listening Okay, now I need your undivided attention Sir, I have a question, why do I always sense this undeniable tension? From the moment that I enter into the room it gets all quiet and whispers Whenever there's conversation, why am I always mentioned? I've been dying to ask, it's been itching at me, is it just because... You might also like[Chorus] You're just jealous of me 'cause you, you just can't do what I do So instead of just admitting it, you walk around and say All kinds of really mean things about me 'Cause you're a meanie, a meanie But it's only 'cause you're just really jealous of me 'Cause I'm what you wanna be, so you just look like an idiot When you say these mean things, 'cause it's too easy to see You're really just a big weenie, big weenie [Verse 2] Alright now I (Shit), I just flubbed a line I was going to say something extremely important But I forgot who or what it was, I fucked up Psych, I'm kidding again, you idiot, no, I didn't That's just what you wanted to hear from me is that I fucked up, ain't it? But I can bust one take without looking at no paper It doesn't take a bunch of takes or me to stand here in this booth all day For me to say the truth, okay? You're drooling, you have tooth decay Your mouth is open, you're disgusting, what the fuck you eat for lunch? A bunch of sweets or something? What, you munch a bunch of Crunch 'n Munch? Your tooth is rotten to the gum, your breath stinks, wanna chew some gum? "Yes, I do, sir, what am I on?" You, sir, are on truth serum "Marshall, I'm so jealous of you, please say you won't tell nobody I'd be so embarrassed, I'm just absolutely terrified That someone's gonna find out why I'm saying all these terrible Evil and awful mean things, it's my own insecurities" [Chorus] You're just jealous of me 'cause you, you just can't do what I do So instead of just admitting it, you walk around and say All kinds of really mean things about me 'Cause you're a meanie, a meanie But it's only 'cause you're just really jealous of me 'Cause I'm what you wanna be, so you just look like an idiot When you say these mean things, 'cause it's too easy to see You're really just a big weenie, big weenie [Verse 3] Alright, now we, we're going to conduct That experiment that we were talking about earlier Just to see what a frog looks like when it takes two hits of ecstasy 'Cause that's exactly what your eyes look like, wanna check to see? Here's a mirror, notice the resemblance here? Wait, let me put these sunglasses on, now look in this mirror How 'bout now? What do you have in common? You're both green with envy and look like idiots with sunglasses on 'em You look like I sound like singing about weenies Now take my weenie out of your mouth This is between me and you, I know you're not happy I know you'd much rather see me lying in the corner of a room somewhere crying Curled up in a ball, tweaked out of my mind, dying, there's no denying That my weenie is much bigger than yours is Mine is like sticking a banana between two oranges Why are you even doing this to yourself? It's pointless Why do we have to keep on going through this? This is torturous My point is this That if you say mean things, your weenie will shrink Now I forgot what the chorus is, you're just as... [Chorus] You're just jealous of me 'cause you, you just can't do what I do So instead of just admitting it, you walk around and say All kinds of really mean things about me 'Cause you're a meanie, a meanie But it's only 'cause you're just really jealous of me 'Cause I'm what you wanna be, so you just look like an idiot When you say these mean things, 'cause it's too easy to see You're really just a big weenie, big weenie [Outro] Fuck off my dick34

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Encore / Curtains Down

Eminem

[Intro: 50 Cent & Eminem] Sh-Sh-Sh, Shady! Aftermath! Haha! G-G-G-G, G-Unit! Haha! [Chorus: Eminem & 50 Cent] 'Cause we came here to set this party off right Let’s bounce tonight And if they don’t let us in through the front We’ll come through the side 'Cause I don’t ever wanna leave the game Without at least saying goodbye So all my people on the left, all my people on the right Scream one last time [Post-Chorus: Eminem] Get your ass up for the doctor, one more time Get your ass up for the doctor, come on now Here we go, cliff hanger, it's another club banger Got you hangin' on the edge of your seat, get on down [Verse 1: Dr. Dre, Eminem, & Both] Time's up, game's over, you lose, I win ’Bout to show these knuckleheads how to do this here Oh yeah, new year, next phase, begin Look who's got you goin' crazy again I'm a trend, I set one every time I'm in I go out, and just come back full circle again You a fad, that means you something that we already had But once you're gone, you don't come back (Oh!) Too bad you're off the map now, radar can't even find you We stay on the grind, you slip, we out-grind you You walk around mad, you let your anger blind you We walk around, just playin' the violin behind you Enough with all the pissin' and moanin', whining and bitchin' Sit and observe, listen, you'll learn if you pay attention Why ten multi-platinum albums later, three diamond Worldwide, we're on the charts with a bullet, and still climbin' You might also like[Chorus: Eminem & 50 Cent] 'Cause we came here to set this party off right Let's bounce tonight And if they don't let us in through the front We'll come through the side 'Cause I don't ever wanna leave the game Without at least saying goodbye So all my people on the left, all my people on the right Scream one last time [Post-Chorus: Eminem, Dr. Dre & 50 Cent] When Dr. Dre says crunk, you will get it crunk Get it crunk! Crunk! Crunk! Crunk! And when 50 Cent says jump, you get on one foot and Jump! Jump! Jump! Jump! Jump! [Verse 2: Dr. Dre, Eminem, & Both] The buzz is tremendous, we drop you all to sense it I don't gotta' promote it for you to know that Doc is off the benches We keep the party rockin' off the hinges We ain't showin' off, we just going off popular consensus But critics say that Doc is soft, Doc is talk Doc is all washed up, knock it off, who the fuck is Doc impressin'? Doc is this, Doc is that, you got the wrong impression You must be on the cock of Doc 'cause Doc left you all guessin' So DJ take the needle and just drop it on the record (What?) We gon' have this motherfucker hoppin' in a second (Bump, bump) That's why we always save the best cut last To make you scratch and itch for it like fresh cut grass 'Cause we done swam with the sharks, wrestled with alligators Spoke to a generation of angry teenagers Whom, if it wasn't for rap to bridge the gap, may be raised to be racist Who may have never got to see our faces Graced the cover of Rolling Stone pages Broke down barriers of language and races Just call on the caped crusaders and leave it to me and Dre to Pass the mic and we can play the Back and forth all day like the hot potato game That's why we came to [Chorus: Eminem & 50 Cent] 'Cause we came here to set this party off right Let's bounce tonight And if they don't let us in through the front We'll come through the side 'Cause I don't ever wanna leave the game Without at least saying goodbye So all my people on the left, all my people on the right Scream one last time [Refrain: Eminem] 50 Cent, come on! [Verse 3: 50 Cent, Dr. Dre, Eminem, & Both] Bounce now, hands up, you know how we do We make the club jump everywhere we go It's no secret, everybody know When Dre's involved, there's plenty of money involved And plenty honey's involved and sunny Sundays and palm trees Cali, everyday is just another party From the valleys all the way to them 8 Mile alleys Let's rally, hands up for the grand finale Now raise up out your seat, Dre's about to speak Blaze a pound of weed six days up out the week You can catch me in the studio, bangin' out the beats to Provide you with the heat that keep blazin' out your speakers So never say never 'cause Shady, Aftermath together Along with G-Unit Records, presents the return of the The Doc and Shady, no one can do it better We tear the club up and leave without a shred of evidence that, uh [Chorus: Eminem & 50 Cent] We came here to set this party off right Let's bounce tonight And if they don't let us in through the front We'll come through the side 'Cause I don't ever wanna leave the game Without at least saying goodbye So all my people on the left, all my people on the right Scream one last time [Outro: Eminem & 50 Cent] Yeah, haha! Still Aftermath, 2006! And don't worry about that Detox album, it's coming We gon' make Dre do it (Haha!) 50 Cent, G-Unit, Obie Trice, D-Twizzy, Stat Quo, Dr. Dre, we ain't leaving, let's go Haha! Ladies and gentlemen, thank you all for coming out! Peace! Oh shit! I almost forgot You're coming with me! Hahaha! Bye, bye! See you in hell, fuckers!31

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Amazing

Kanye West

[Verse 1: Kanye West] It's amazing, I'm the reason Everybody fired up this evening I'm exhausted, barely breathing Holding on to what I believe in [Pre-Chorus: Kanye West] No matter what, you'll never take that from me My reign is as far as your eyes can see, it's amazing [Chorus: Kanye West] So amazing, so amazing, so amazing, it's amazing So amazing, so amazing, so amazing, it's amazing [Verse 2: Kanye West] I'm a monster, I'm a killer I know I'm wrong, yeah I'm a problem That'll never ever be solved [Pre-Chorus: Kanye West] And no matter what, you'll never take that from me My reign is as far as your eyes can see, it's amazing [Chorus: Kanye West] So amazing, so amazing, so amazing, it's amazing So amazing, so amazing, so amazing, it's amazing You might also like[Verse 3: Kanye West] I'm a monster, I'm a maven I know this world is changing Never gave in, never gave up I'm the only thing I'm afraid of [Pre-Chorus: Kanye West] No matter what, you'll never take that from me My reign is as far as your eyes can see, it's amazing [Chorus: Kanye West] So amazing, so amazing, so amazing, it's amazing So amazing, so amazing, so amazing, it's amazing So amazing, so amazing, so amazing, it's amazing So amazing, so amazing, so amazing, it's amazing [Verse 4: Jeezy] I'm amazing (Amazing), yeah, I'm all that (All that) If I ain't on my grind, then what you call that? (What you call that?) Victorious, yeah, we warriors We make history, strive off victory (Yeah) Standing at my podium, I'm trying to watch my sodium Die high blood pressure, either let the Feds catch ya (Yeah) I'm amazing, born on a full moon I was bred to get it in, no spoon That's why I'm so goon, summertime, no June Big family, small house, no room They like, "Oh, God, why he go so hard? Look what he's been through, he deserves an applause" [Chorus: Kanye West] So amazing, so amazing, so amazing, it's amazing So amazing, so amazing, so amazing, it's amazing So amazing, so amazing, so amazing, it's amazing So amazing, so amazing, so amazing, it's amazing62

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Who’s the Mack?

Ice Cube

[Produced by Sir Jinx & The Bomb Squad] [Intro] One of these motherfuckers is different Straight gangsta mack Straight gangsta mack Straight gangsta mack Straight gangsta mack [Verse 1] Who's the mack? Is it some brother in a big hat Thinking he can get any bitch with a good rap? Rolling in a fucked-up Lincoln Leaning to the side so it looks like he's sinking Into that leopard interior This nigga think every girl's inferior To his tongue, get a dumb bitch sprung As she's selling more butt and don't even get a cut of the money His name is Sonny and he know the play And hope to god that he don't find a runaway That's looking to become a star He'll have your ass in and out of every car With every Ron and Rick, sucking every John's dick Come short of the money, get your ass kicked You don't like it but you still call him hunk Last night the nigga put yo' ass in the trunk You wanna leave, but Sonny started talking fast And it make you wanna go and sell more ass He's getting rich, you his bitch and it's like that Now ask yourself, who's the mack? See Ice Cube LiveGet tickets as low as $66You might also like[Verse 2] Who's the mack? It is that fool that wanna pump the gas Give you a sad story and you give him cash? He start macking and macking and you sucking Quick to say I'm down on my luck, and You give a dollar or a quarter and he's on his way Then you see his sorry ass the next day Are you the one getting played like a sucka? Or do you say, "Get a job, motherfucka"? Every day, the story gets better He's wearing dirty pants and a funky-ass sweater He claims he wants to get something to eat But every day you find yourself getting beat He get your money and he run across the street Don't look both ways 'cause he's in a daze And almost get his ass hit for the crack Now ask yourself, who's the mack? [Verse 3] Who's the Mack? Is it that nigga in the club Asking "have you ever been in a hot tub?" I know the game, so I watch it unfold When I see a boy pinned to your earlobe He's talking shit and you crack a smile When he tell you that he can go buck wild For a girl like you and make it feel good You know it's drama, but it sound real good He started dragging and hopefully he can start tagging The pussy so he can keep bragging He say, "I'm 'a leave baby, can you go with me?" You wanna do it but you feeling like a H-O-E You grab his hand, you leave and it's over Cause the nigga ain't nothing but a rover Ya knew the game and you still ended up on your back Now ask yourself, who's the mack? [Verse 4] Macking is the game and everybody's playing And as long as you believe what they saying Consider them a M-A-C-K and with no delay They are gonna get all the play But when it comes to me, save the drama for your mama It's Ice Cube and you know that I'm a Mack in my own right when it comes to rhyme and rap Cause all I do is kick facts Unlike Iceberg Slim And all of them be claimin' be P-I-M-P No, I'm not going out that way I'm just a straight up N-I-double-G-A Next time, you get over on a fool And you did the shit like real smooth Thank Ice Cube for giving up the facts And ask yourself, "Who's the Mack?" [Outro] Straight gangsta Mack Straight gangsta Mack Straight gangsta Mack Straight gangsta Mack Straight gangsta Mack Straight gangsta Mack Straight gangsta Mack6

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Yolanda’s House

Ghostface Killah

[Ghostface Killah] Ay, yo, I'm skinned up, Nike's is scuffed Still buggin' earlier around four how I escaped the bust The way I fell cracked the face of my watch My mans chantin' me on like "Run son! Don't go up in the spot" Jettin' through bushes and backyards, neighbors is rattin' me out Dogs is barkin' all you hear is the car's sirens I'm tryin' to think and toss the iron Bomb in my sweats got me runnin' funny, you think I'm lyin' May God strike me if he don't like me, I'm tired and I'm out of breath The weed got me paranoid, my heart's poundin' through my chest Tryin' to focus up and make progress That's what I get for slingin' in them projects Next thing you know I'm in this bitch's crib chillin' Told her my story and like this I had her legs in the ceiling Cookin' me fries, fish sticks, hot side of them biscuits While she doin' this, the bitch still slidin' on lipstick Now I got the fat stomach on, she crackin' a dutch I'm playin' with her pussy on the couch, I'm ready to fuck Like come here miss lady wop, where you put the condom box? She finished off the last one, oh shit I hear the cops Handcuffs and talkies, I mashed her white Yorkie Jettin' up the stairs, them pigs want revenge like Porky's So I slid, hid behind the wall, opened the door Like ooo I seen my man Meth goin' in raw So he jumped up balls out, hid in the closet I'm dyin' laughin', he said "Yo Starks be quiet!" You might also like[Method Man] ...and let me put my drawers on, nigga what kinda dope you on? Shoulda knocked before you came in the spot, Ghost you wrong Bustin' in here on that government shit Got this chick screamin' grabbin the sheets tryin' to cover her tits She's asthmatic and you laughin' son I bump my toe on the nightstand just runnin tryna grab the gun 'Cause shit's real man, you spazzin' dun There comes a time in a man's life, he gotta toss his pack and run You know we family like Crack and Pun But Mr. GFK, state your business after that, be one Now can it be that you hot, lord? You did some shit on the block that the cops tryna lock you for? Can't believe you blowin' the spot, lord My chick is buggin', she trippin' My dick keep slippin' out my boxer drawers Now I'm caught up in the drug sting Niggas is callin' my horn, police is hittin' every corner we on Can't understand it, it's a thug thing And in the middle of thought, I'm interrupted by Shallah Raekwon [Raekwon] I need my money Meth, gonna buy them hundred birds Tell Tone get at me, all them little clients want work He know we fresh out, tell the kid meet me, matter of fact beep me Word to mother lord, son he got me hurt You still fuckin' shorty? I knew it The big mouth broad that be yolkin' my balls out Her little brother wanted two bricks You know the nigga licks, a Maybach on twenty-six All he do is get money, hustle, he's a dick He told me foul shit, wild shit That nigga wear a lot of loud shit, no that Steve Rifkind style shit Hit me with some other talk, him in New York They robbed the Venezuelan niggas, stabbed his son with a fork That was Jesus' rooster's little niece, little nooses Father's homeboy, that's the kid who gave us a boost He gave them things on the arm, said for us to be calm And if some beef pop off, go ahead and ring the alarm4

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Shakey Dog Starring Lolita

Ghostface Killah

[Ghostface Killah] I had my eyes squinched up tryin' to get through the fog Pullin' up mad slow blunted, passin' police cars I saw one two three bodies Blood mixed with the rain ran through the gutter That's the work of a tommy But then I heard it was the work of a mami Spanish chick bad, about five six, long hair, red Jag Kinda bowlegged, Chanel sweatpants, she thick She love her some pussy, don't really give a fuck about dick That's when I got the call, yo Tone come to the shop Some fire jumped, chill I'm about to pull in the lot Lowered the tunes, pulled the Benz keys out the ignition Brushed the ashes off my blazer then finished my Guinness So then I walked in, seen the God shufflin' cards Spades game, it's goin' down, he lost a couple of yards Peace Lord, how your physical? [Raekwon] He upstate miserable Stressed, doin' a thousand sets But yo check the visuals I'm at this hotel in Queens Me and Charene getting' slow necked That's live, I couldn't finish the bean Gotta a phone call, seen the whole bitch face fall Dope fiend look like the bitch swallowed an eight ball They talkin' about killin' ya man's and them That kid from Staten, his jewels is tough, his robes is satin Yo that's my heart Tone; yea yea he killed the captain What nationality nigga? The kid was Latin It happened uptown, broad day, right in Manhattan I was shoppin' with my home girl, Leona with acne? But you know what, Flaco niece Lolita Flew in, she from Medellin, he deaded her uncle over them seventeen bricks Niggas ain't slick, niggas is dicks Y'all got beef for life now cause that bitch is a trick You might also like[Ghostface Killah] Ay yo fuck that, close the gate [Raekwon] And lower the shade Then a shot popped off [Ghostface Killah] Hit lil' bro in his fade And then I see him dropped his clippers [Raekwon] He dipped with the quickness It was Lolita black down yo [Ghostface Killah] With four other bitches She had a nasty hammer, fat ass [Raekwon] Her tits was bananas Yo the clip was ninety shot [Ghostface Killah] She lit up the cameras So then I bugged out, ran up the steps [Raekwon] Yo I got hit in the leg [Ghostface Killah] He shot back, hit one bitch in her breast Under the pinball game aimin' [Raekwon] It's foggy and rainin' [Ghostface Killah] My jewels is clangin' [Raekwon] Yo Tone tuck your chain in She shootin' like she wanted a payment Throwin' bullets like Joe Nameth, yellin' [Ghostface Killah] Yo it's all entertainment Where y'all girls at? Where ya'll pussies at? Thought y'all bang on Gaten Island? I killed three things on Staten Island (Guns firing) Take that! You fuckin' with me huh?! That's all you got babyyyyyy? Hold that! Motherfuckaaaaa! Yea! You on Staten Island now nigga! [Ghostface Killah] Now where the fuck is your brain at now ho? You fuckin' with me, brains is all over the wall like Velcro I fuck your pussy while you die slow Wake up! You cock suckin' ass maricon That's what you get for killin' Frankie (Police loudspeaker) Tony Starks, Tony Starks drop you weapons now Put your weapons down or we will shoot Ay yo Rae I got this I ain't surrenderin', they gon hang me You know what it do, yo I love you Say peace to my kids, say peace to my wiz I ain't goin' to jail Fuck it's on G, let's get...FUCK Y'ALL NIGGAS!

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The Announcement

Jay Electronica

[Introduction: John F. Kennedy] Its hazards are hostile to us all Its conquest deserves the best of all mankind And its opportunity for peaceful cooperation may never come again But why, some say, the moon? Why choose this as our goal? And they may well ask why climb the highest mountain? Why, 35 years ago, fly the Atlantic? Why does Rice play Texas? We choose to go to the moon! We choose to go to the moon We choose to go to the moon in this decade and do the other things Not because they are easy, but because they are hard Because that goal will serve to organize and measure the best of our energies and skills [Verse 1: Jay Electronica] My view is aerial, your crew inferior My crew imperial, MC Killers: milk and cereal Get it? Forget it You’ll still be connecting the dots with smoking holes in your fitted Those that got it be all at the shows throwing fitteds The light from the dynasty sign froze all of the critics And nary a soul got on they frog toes to ribbit Shhh...T'was the night before the coming Sugar plum candy coated lines for the dummies Decoded hieroglyphics in the shrines for the mummies We not illuminati but our eye is on the money My mind's on the scripture - It’s beautiful,I see every line on the picture So when the leaves rustle and the cock crows winter Just know that the Black Gods mingled a bit Then the fingers got pricked, then the single got picked Man I’m living out my brain I don’t dream about shit If I say dream, I meant dream, fresh not Hampton I got a date with destiny I’m definitely not canceling Romancing...The Stone The Roc...The Throne The elegant celebration sent tremors through every nation The stars aligned like cars at Grand Central Station...elevation Yours truly my duty and obligation A newly appointed ruler who move with no observation like W.D Say my name on a record, WW III I’ll put you niggas in a box like the WB Here’s a footnote on the Blueprint, Whoms fucking with We? Yeah, bad grammar Widescreen panorama Paranormal activity seen on the camera So if you want that turmoil I’ll Twitter Facebook YouTube Worldstar you Rap Radar Nahright 2dopeboy you Your plans is foiled, your guns is borrowed We living in tomorrow, a tissue for your sorrowsYou might also like15

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Busa Rhyme

Missy Elliott

[Intro: Missy Elliott] Uh, Slim Shady Uh, Slim Shady Uh Slim Shady Ooh (Uh), yeah [Verse 1: Eminem] Well, I do pop pills, I keep my tube socks filled Then pop the same shit that got 2Pac killed Spit game to these hoes like a soap opera episode Punch a bitch in the nose 'til her whole face explodes There's three things I hate: girls, women, and bitches (What?) I'm that vicious to walk up and drop-kick midgets They call me Boogie Night, the stalker that walks awkward Stick figure with a dick bigger than Mark Wahlberg (Oh!) Comin' through the airport, sluggish, walking on crutches Hit a fucking [pregnant] bitch in her [stomach] with luggage It's like a dream I can't snap out, I black out, or back out Lookin' for somebody 'of' to beat the crap out I'm bringing you rap singers two middle fingers (Eat this) I flip you off in French, then translate it to English Then I'ma vanish off the face of the planet and come back Speaking so much Spanish, Pun can't even understand it [Chorus: Missy Elliott (Eminem, Missy)] Won't you busa rhyme for me, boy? (It's the ill, that cool? Slim Shady) Won't you busa rhyme for me, boy? (It's the ill, that cool? Slim mothafucking Shady) Won't you busa rhyme for me, boy? (It's the ill, that cool? Slim Shady) Won't you busa rhyme for me, boy? (It's the ill, that cool? Slim mothafucking Shady) You might also like[Verse 2: Eminem] I had a huge attitude, started off staticky Mad at you, had you mad at me automatically (One more time) I'm not a commodity, I'm an oddity Who oddly enough developed himself a Halloween following It's so big, if I counted up all the freaks who follow me (One, two) I'd probably owe Ozzy Osbourne an apology (Whoops) College girls, live in an alcoholic's world Full of url, head twirls every time the toilet swirls Covered in throw-up, and I refuse to grow up I won't budge, I still tell a grown-up to shut up (Shut up!) I made this rap game suspenseful Cause now I got an impulse game to insult you wit a pencil (Bitch) They waste the paper on you, chopping down the oakwood Cause everything that you wrote in your notebook was no good And as long as I stay in the studio and keep cuttin' You motherfuckers are puttin' your words together for nothin' [Chorus: Missy Elliott (Eminem, Missy)] Won't you busa rhyme for me, boy? (It's the ill, that cool? Slim Shady) Won't you busa rhyme for me, boy? (It's the ill, that cool? Slim mothafucking Shady) Won't you busa rhyme for me, boy? (It's the ill, that cool? Slim Shady) Won't you busa rhyme for me, boy? (It's the ill, that cool? Slim mothafucking Shady) [Bridge: Missy Elliott] Turn the music up, we gon' wake the neighbors (Uh, uh) We gon' get high, we gon' roll to Vegas (Uh huh, uh) Me and Slim Shady on some shit daily (Uh, wha-wha?) What you want, what you got Is it hot, is it hot? Turn the music up, we gon' wake the neighbors (Uh, uh) We gon' get high, we gon' roll to Vegas (Uh huh, uh) Me and Slim Shady, on some shit daily (Wha-wha? Yo) What you want, what you want? Uh yo... [Interlude: Timbaland] "A person from another planet might disagree with you." "Well, if you want my opinion, he comes from right here on Earth." Slim Shady, Misdemeanor Timbaland Slim Shady, Misdemeanor [Verse 3: Eminem] I'm homicidal and suicidal with no friends Holding a gun with no handle, just a barrel at both ends Sprayin' TECs at you until you see your fucking legs With the bullet holes and the exit wounds laying next to you (Ah!) Fucking mad dog, foaming at the mouth (Grrr) Fuck mouth, my whole house is foaming at the couch Jumped out of the 93rd floor of a building And shot every window out on the way down to the ground (Keep filming!) Woke up to a hospital staff, got up and laughed Chopped 'em in half, suffocated the oxygen mask Shit, if I get any higher I'mma get the East and West beefing again Fly back to Detroit and stand in the crossfire [Verse 4: Missy Elliott, Missy as girl] Y'all better call the police 'fore I kill this track Don't shoot Missy! Get back Uh, I'mma put you all in the line uh, and I'mma watch you MC's die Yo Mommy, Mommy, Missy done lost her mind I think somebody done pissed her off this time Yeah, I'mma have to bus' you through your chest and Uh, you gon' have to clean up the mess (Uh huh) It's raining, raining and it's pouring loud Never fear, 'cause pissy Missy's through the crowd Uh, I hear that the gats go cha-pow You shot me dammit! Bitch get down Don't walk when I talk, I never talk when I smile (Uh huh) I'mma lay em on down, like they lived underground (Uh) For the sounds that me and Timbaland, we found Get your ass kicked later or get your ass kicked now [Outro: Missy Elliott] Uhh, one-two Misdemeanor, Slim Shady, Timbaland, motherfucker Uhh uhh uhh, two, two, two, triple zero9

Hip-HopRap

Shake That

Eminem

[Intro: Eminem & Nate Dogg] Woo! Shady, Aftermath Look at that bitch Oh, shit, hey (Damn) [Chorus 1: Eminem & Nate Dogg] There she go, shakin' that ass on the flo' Bumpin' and grindin' that pole The way she's grindin' that pole I think I'm losin' control [Verse 1: Eminem] Get buzzed, get drunk, get crunk Get fucked up, hit the strip club Don't forget ones, get your dick rubbed, get fucked Get sucked, get wasted, shit-faceted Pasted, plastered – puke, drink, throw up Get a new drink, hit the bathroom sink, throw up Wipe your shoe clean, got a routine goin' Still got a few chunks on them shoestrings showin' I was dehydrated 'til the beat vibrated I was revived as soon as this bitch gyrated Them hips and licked them lips, and that was it I had to get Nate Dogg here to sing some shit [Verse 2: Nate Dogg] Two to the one, from the one to the three I like good pussy and I like good tree Smoke so much weed, you wouldn't believe And I get mo' ass than a toilet seat Three to the one, from the one to the three I met a bad bitch last night in the D Let me tell you how I made her leave with me: Conversation and Hennessy I've been to the motherfuckin' mountaintop Heard motherfuckers talk, seen 'em drop If I ain't got a weapon, I'ma pick up a rock And when I bust yo' ass, I'm gon' continue to rock Get your ass off the wall with your two left feet It's real easy, just follow the beat Don't let that fine girl pass you by Look real close 'cause strobe lights lie You might also like[Pre-Chorus 1: Nate Dogg] We 'bout to have a party (Turn the music up) Let's get it started (Go 'head and shake your butt) I'm lookin' fo' a girl with a body and a sexy strut Wanna get it poppin', baby? Step right up Some girls, they act retarded Some girls are 'bout it, 'bout it I'm lookin' fo' a girl that will do whatever the fuck I say, every day she be givin' it up [Chorus 2: Nate Dogg] (Now) Shake that ass for me Shake that ass for me, come on, girl Shake that ass for me Shake that ass for me, ah, girl Shake that ass for me Shake that ass for me, come on, girl Shake that ass for me Shake that ass for me [Verse 3: Eminem] I'm a menace, a dentist, an oral hygienist Open your mouth for about four or five minutes Take a little bit of this fluoride rin-inse Swish, but don't spit it; swallow it and now finish, yeah Me and Nate D-o-double-g Lookin' for a couple bitches with some double D's Pop a little champagne and a couple E's Slip it in her bubbly, we finna, finna have a [Pre-Chorus 2: Nate Dogg, Eminem, Nate Dogg & Eminem] We 'bout to have a party (Turn the music up) Let's get it started (Go 'head and shake your butt) I'm lookin' fo' a girl I can fuck in my Hummer truck Apple Bottom jeans and a big ol' butt Some girls, they act retarded (Man, I told you–) Some girls are 'bout it, 'bout it I want a bitch to sit at the crib with no panties on Knows that she can, but she won't say no (Now) Look at this lady all in front of me Sexy as can be, tonight, I want a slut Would you be mine? Heard you was freaky from a friend of mine Now, I hope you don't get mad at me But I told Nate you was a freak, he said he wants a slut Hope you don't mind I told him how you like it from behind [Chorus: Nate Dogg] (Now) Shake that ass for me Shake that ass for me, come on, girl Shake that ass for me Shake that ass for me, ah, girl Shake that ass for me Shake that ass for me, come on, girl Shake that ass for me Shake that ass for me [Pre-Chorus 1: Nate Dogg] We 'bout to have a party (Turn the music up) Let's get it started (Go 'head and shake your butt) I'm lookin' fo' a girl with a body and a sexy strut Wanna get it poppin', baby? Step right up Some girls, they act retarded Some girls are 'bout it, 'bout it I'm lookin' fo' a girl that will do whatever the fuck I say, every day she be givin' it up [Chorus 1: Nate Dogg & Eminem] There she go, shakin' that ass on the flo' Bumpin' and grindin' that pole The way she's grindin' that pole I think I'm losin' control [Outro: Eminem] God And I ain't leavin' without you, bitch! Comin' home with me! And my boy, and his boy And his boy And his girl Haha, Nate Dogg!98

Rap

We As Americans

Eminem

[Intro] There's an intruder In my house He cut my phone line (991, emer-) Can't dial out (Shit!) I scream for police But I doubt They're gonna hear me (*gun cock*) When I shout *gunshot* [Verse 1] A couple of cocktails'll send me to jail There's a couple of cops hot on my trail, but this time When I get pulled over there's a Doberman Pinscher And a pit bull in the seat, these pigs'll get bit foolin' with me Quit foolin' with me, bitch, you're gonna see No pistol in the seat, why it always Gotta be an issue when you're me in which you're gonna see In the long run, I'ma be the wrong one You wanna harass with this limo-tinted glass Flashin' that flashlight on my ass — where was you at Last night when them assholes ran up on my grass? Rapper slash actor, kiss the crack of my cracker slash ass They took away my right to bear arms What I'm 'posed to fight with, bare palms? Yeah, right! They comin' with bombs, I'm comin' with flare guns You might also like[Chorus] We as Americans, we as Americans Us as a citizen gotta protect ourselves Look at how shit has been, we better check ourselves Livin' up in these streets through worse and through better health Survivin' by any means, we as Americans Us as a citizen, we are Samaritans What do we get us in? We better check ourselves Look at how shit has been, take a look where you live This is America, and we are Americans [Verse 2] I make beaucoup bucks, wearin' beaucoup vests Drama hangin' over my head like a voodoo hex I coulda been next to fly over the cuckoo's nest With you-know-who, with an S tattooed to my chest But I've finessed it, now I got the industry pissy Ever since me and Dre split it fifty-fifty on 50 It's funny, we got a buzz spreadin' quicker Than makin' paper airplanes out of a twenty Fuck money! I don't rap for dead presidents I'd rather see the President *daed* It's never been said, but I set precedents In the standards and they can't stand it My name shoulda been "Bastard," the shit shoulda been plastered On my forehead with a stamp, I shoulda been blasted I shoulda been had a cap put in my ass But I'm too swift and fast for that, I'm past it I'm too old to go and cruise Gratiot — fuck that shit! I done seen how fast this rap shit Can turn into some pap-pap shit, that quick, snap click But this time, they got the fuckin' automatic Ain't no one gon' test this man — clack, click (*gunshot*) [Chorus] We as Americans, us as a citizen Gotta protect ourselves, look at how shit has been We better check ourselves, livin' up in these streets Through worse and through better health, survivin' by any means We as Americans, us as a citizen We are Samaritans, what do we get us in? We better check ourselves, look at how shit has been Take a look where you live, this is America, and we are Americans [Verse 3] (Shht!) I got a secret if you can keep it between us I tuck two ninas under my jeans, either side of my penis Under my long johns, under my Sean Johns One run-in with the long arm of the law, I'm long gone I'ma do five years — no less than that, no questions asked So it might be a good idea that I stop right here And quit while I'm ahead, already in the red Already got a steady infrared meant for my head A target on my back, bigger problems than that Bin Laden on my ass, he probably gon' send a task I ain't gon' even ask, they ain't gon' let me pack They ain't gon' give me my semi, but I got my weed back [Chorus] We as Americans, us as a citizen Gotta protect ourselves, look at how shit has been We better check ourselves, livin' up in these streets Through worse and through better health, survivin' by any means We as Americans, us as a citizen We are Samaritans, what do we get us in? We better check ourselves, look at how shit has been Take a look where you live, this is America, and we are Americans57

Rap

Git Up

D12

[Verse 1: Eminem] Ten, nine, eight, seven, six, five, four, three, two, one Ready or not here we come, here comes trouble in the club Eleven, twelve, thirteen, pistols big as M-16s How the fuck we sneak in with this many heaters in our jeans? Nina, two ninas, a piece, they don't even see us Some shit pops off we squeeze each one They're gonna think it's machine guns Vandals-vo-vandals, bananas and old flannels Hands around our Colt handles, hold them like Roman candles So ban us, go ban us, banana-fanna-fo-fannas Who come back all bananas, banana clips loaded Managers, bouncers, and the club owners The motherfuckers don't want us to come up, bum rush in the club And run up in it with a bunch of motherfuckers from Runyon Steady popping them onions Ready, set to go nut up, prepare to tear the whole club up Fixing to get into some shit, just itching to choke someone up You know we finna loc'n when we mix coke with coconut rum up So, yeah, yeah, ho, what up? See my people posted up See you talk that ho shit now, when you're down you won't get up And can't sit up you're so slit up, the ambulance won't sew you up They just throw you up in the trunk once they tag your big toe up Heater-no-heater, automatic-no-matic Mag or no mag, it don't matter if I have or don't have it You never know when I'm packing so you just don't want no static And open up a whole can of whoop ass You don't wanna chance to risk it, no biscuit Milli mac or mac milli Will he, won't he, don't be silly, homie you don't know me really You're just gonna make yourself dizzy wonderin' what the dilly Fuck it, let's just get busy D-Twizzy's back in the hizzy! You might also like[Chorus: Eminem] Git up now! Let's get it cracking, yeah, it's on and poppin' Bitch, D12 is back in this bitch, ugh! There ain't no stoppin' We're gonna get it crackalating, what you waiting for? The wait is over, say no more Quit tryna play the wall and quit hatin' Git up now! Y'all are still sitting? What the fuck, are you deaf? You motherfuckers don't listen I said We 'bout to get this motherfucker crackalatin' Quit procrastinatin' What the fuck you waiting for? Get off the wall and quit hatin', bitch Git up now! [Verse 2: Swifty McVay] I keep a shitload of bullets, I pitbull it to pull it out And automatically explode on motherfuckers until they mouth get closed Permanently, you get burned to line quickly You cannot hit me niggas, too terrified to come get me Tempt me if you think Swifty won't send a slug, people run When the reaper comes, the repercussion gon' equal blood Nigga what? Steppin' without a weapon, you leave, you gone I be still rollin' with stolen toasters while on parole Snatch you out our home like eviction notices, ho When I unload, I'm known to never leave witnesses to roam When I'm blowed, I'll write the wickedest scroll ever told When I'm sober I'm prone to roll up and disconnect your soul, nigga [Verse 3: Kuniva] Now it's been proven it's about to be a misunderstandin' And furniture movin', bullets flyin', lawyers and mothers suin' 'Cause niggas don't know the difference You bitches just stick to fiction It's sickening, you can't even walk in my jurisdiction, riffing it Gripping the pump And who want to fuck with a walking psychopathic pyromaniac Shady cats with eighty gats And maybe that's the reason that you gon' get it the worst And since you jumpin' in front of everybody you gon' get it first I disperse the crowd with something bigger and versatile So run and record your verses now while you got a mouth And it's not a joke, it's some kind of riddle Kunizzle will lift up a 12 gizzle and throw a party from my acquittal And a Glock or two will stop you from walking Bullets'll hit your liver, I'll even shoot Native Americans A Indian giver, and nigga We back in your life and back in your wife Hit you in your back with a knife and get it crackin' tonight [Chorus: Eminem] Git up now! Let's get it cracking, yeah, it's on and poppin' Bitch, D12 is back in this bitch, ugh! There ain't no stoppin' We're gonna get it crackalating, what you waiting for? The wait is over, say no more Quit tryna play the wall and quit hatin' Git up now! Y'all are still sitting? What the fuck, are you deaf? You motherfuckers don't listen I said We 'bout to get this motherfucker crackalatin' Quit procrastinatin' What the fuck you waiting for? Get off the wall and quit hatin', bitch Git up now! [Outro: Bizarre & (Eminem)] Hahaha, Yeah, D12, we back Haha, (Get up now!) Hahahaha Runyon Ave soldiers Amityville Who the fuck want it with us? Ha, ha! Nobody17

Hip-Hop

Shiny Suit Theory

Jay Electronica

[Intro: Jay Electronica] One two, one two, yeah, uh huh, yeah [Chorus: Jay Electronica] I'm sailing on a cloud, they trailing below My shrink told me, "It's a feeling they'll never know" I pack up all my sins and I wear 'em to the show And let 'em go, let 'em go, let 'em go, let 'em go I'm sailing on a cloud, they trailing below My shrink told me, "It's a feeling they'll never know" I pack up all my sins in every L that I blow And let 'em go, let 'em go, let 'em go, let 'em go [Verse 1: Jay Electronica] In the land before time A land before altar boys, synagogues, and shrines, man was in his prime Look how far I go in time just to start a rhyme The method is sublime, you get blessed with every line I'm in touch with every shrine from Japan to Oaxaca The melanated carbon-dated phantom of the chakras Me and Puff, we was chilling in Miami He said, "Nigga, fuck the underground, you need to win a Grammy For your mama and your family, they need to see you shined up You built a mighty high ladder, let me see you climb up Nigga, what you scared of? Terrorize these artificial rap niggas and spread love, pollinate they earbuds Like you supposed to, spit it for the culture Pay no attention to the critics and the vultures They rather have a shot of Belvy just to spite you They casting judgments 'cause they feel they got the right to Fuck 'em, I let the dice roll like The Father did I gotta shine, it's in my blood, I'm a Harlem kid I treat my babies right, treat my ladies ladylike Hit them with a remix to make sure that they play me twice I thought you said, "It's the return of the black kings Luxurious homes, fur coats, and fat chains" You might also like[Chorus: Jay Electronica] I'm sailing on a cloud, they trailing below My shrink told me, "It's a feeling they'll never know" I pack up all my sins and I wear 'em to the show And let 'em go, let 'em go, let 'em go, let 'em go I'm sailing on a cloud, they trailing below My shrink told me, "It's a feeling they'll never know" I pack up all my sins in every L that I blow And let 'em go, let 'em go, let 'em go, let 'em go [Verse 2: Jay-Z] In this manila envelope, the results of my insanity Quack said I crossed the line 'tween real life and fantasy Can it be the same one on covers with Warren Buffett? Was ducking the undercovers, was warring with muh'fuckers Went from warring to Warren, undercovers to covers If you believe in that sort of luck, your screws need adjusting In the world of no justice and black ladies on the back of buses I'm the immaculate conception of rappers-slash-hustlers My God, it's so hard to conceive But it all falls perfect, I'm like autumn is to trees Aw, the doc interrupted He scribbled a prescription for some Prozac, he said, "Take that for your mustard Boy, you must be off your rocker If you think you'll make it off the strip before they 'Pac ya Nigga, you gotta be psychotic or mixing something potent with your vodka It takes a lot to shock us but you being so prosperous is preposterous How could this nappy-headed boy from out the projects Be the apple of America's obsession? You totally disconnected with reality, don't believe in dreams Since when did black men become kings?" [Bridge: The-Dream] You have no idea, yeah The meaning to what I say And you have no idea Of how I got this way Now hear my dreams And by the time you wake I'll look down from the clouds See I'm on my way [Chorus: Jay Electronica] I'm sailing on a cloud, they trailing below My shrink told me, "It's a feeling they'll never know" I pack up all my sins and I wear 'em to the show And let 'em go, let 'em go, let 'em go, let 'em go I'm sailing on a cloud, they trailing below My shrink told me, "It's a feeling they'll never know" I pack up all my sins in every L that I blow And let 'em go, let 'em go, let 'em go, let 'em go31

Alternative

Just Like U

D12

[Intro: Eminem] Daddy? [Hook: Kids] I wanna be just like you When I grow up, yes I do I wanna be just like you When I grow up, yes I do I wanna be just like you When I grow up, yes I do I wanna be just like you When I grow up, yes I do [Verse 1: Bizarre] You don't wanna be just like your daddy Pimpin' hoes out here drivin' Caddies Runnin' 'round town, fuckin' with skeezers Shots in your ass, catchin' diseases Son, your daddy got a foul mouth From fuckin' bitches in they foul mouths I can't help it, my group's D12 All we do is pop pills and stay in jail Talkin' nasty shit, Bizarre won't stop I'll fuck two twins, with a midget on top A sick mind, rapin' an old lady Knowin' damn well Bizarre shouldn't have a baby All I can teach you, learn how to mack Smoke crack, smack a bitch when she talk back Matter of fact, smack your sister, she's a slut Don't you realize Bizarre don't give a fuck? You might also like[Hook: Kids] I wanna be just like you When I grow up, yes I do I wanna be just like you When I grow up, yes I do I wanna be just like you When I grow up, yes I do I wanna be just like you When I grow up, yes I do [Verse 2: Bizarre] Don't go to school, become a Catholic priest Sell crack to your Auntie Denise If Auntie Denise is short forty cent Make her get on the ground and {suck} some more {dick} Nas is gon' probably hate me When Mos Def hear this he probably gon' suffocate me "Why they let Bizarre rap on Hi-Tek track? All he gon' do is talk about hoes and smoking crack" If your wife is pregnant I call her a whore Leave her no money and go out on tour Nah, I'm playing, leave her something: A pack of hot dogs and a fucking dirty muffin You're my son, I'm trying to teach you something You're {eight} years old? It's time to start fucking You know daddy won't give you the wrong advice Smoke weed and listen to Obie Trice [Hook: Kids] I wanna be just like you When I grow up, yes I do I wanna be just like you When I grow up, yes I do I wanna be just like you When I grow up, yes I do I wanna be just like you When I grow up, yes I do [Outro: Bizarre] All I can tell you how to do is pop pills and stay high And tell a bitch to suck a dick I'm a parent, yeah A motherfuckin' role model Hi-Tek10

Hip-Hop

Pop the Trunk

Yelawolf

[Verse 1] Meth lab in the back And the crack smoke peels through the streets Like an early-morning fog Momma's in the slaughterhouse with the hatchet Helping Daddy chop early-morning hog I'm catching Zs like an early-morning saw When I woke up to the racket, yawn and pause What the fuck, man? I can never get sleep, man Peeped out the window, what's wrong with y'all? Stood up in my Crimson Tide Alabama sweatpants And threw my pillow Looks like Daddy caught the motherfucker That tried to sneak in and steal his elbows They don't know that old man don't hold hands or throw hands Nah, he's rough like a Brillo Went to the Chevy and pulled out a machete And a gun as heavy and tall as that midget, Willow [Chorus] Think he's playin'? You better listen what he's sayin', punk Don't make me go pop the trunk On you He got an old Mossberg In the Mossy Oak duffle bag laying in the back of the dump, boy Don't make me go pop the trunk On you Think he's playin'? You better listen what he's sayin', punk Don't make me go pop the trunk On you He got an old Mossberg In the Mossy Oak duffle bag laying in the back of the dump, boy Don't make me go pop the trunk On you See Yelawolf LiveGet tickets as low as $42You might also like[Verse 2] 11:30, and I'm pulling up dirty Smoking babbage out the back of my buddy's Monte Carlo Spitting over some Supa Hot Beats With a super hot freak we call "the parking lot ho" You know we sipping on that old brown bottle Bass in the trunk make the whole town wobble So when we ride around, bitches follow And tonight, one of them bitches is giving us problems Well, one of them bitches Been fucking one of my homeboy's favorite bitches And he's been on his hit list for a minute And I think he's ready to handle his business He told me "Yelawolf, get this" And he handed me the Cartier watch that was on his wrist He said "Watch this shit" And he jumped to the trunk and grabbed his biscuit, biscuit [Chorus] Think he's playin'? You better listen what he's sayin', punk Don't make me go pop the trunk On you He got an old Mossberg In the Mossy Oak duffle bag laying in the back of the dump, boy Don't make me go pop the trunk On you Think he's playin'? You better listen what he's sayin', punk Don't make me go pop the trunk On you He got an old Mossberg In the Mossy Oak duffle bag laying in the back of the dump, boy Don't make me go pop the trunk On you [Verse 3] Two men stand One's gotta go One falls down to the ground One walks down to the road Momma better call the police Now he's screaming, "No!" Took a buckshot to the chest With a rock-salt shell, and he's moving slow All this blood has spilled Enough to give a penguin chills Hot enough to make a potato smoke At the tip of the hollowed steel In the valley of the hollowed field In the valley of the hollowed tip This ain't a figment of my imagination, buddy This is where I live! Bama! [Chorus] Think he's playin'? You better listen what he's sayin', punk Don't make me go pop the trunk On you He got an old Mossberg In the Mossy Oak duffle bag laying in the back of the dump, boy Don't make me go pop the trunk On you Think he's playin'? You better listen what he's sayin', punk Don't make me go pop the trunk On you He got an old Mossberg In the Mossy Oak duffle bag laying in the back of the dump, boy Don't make me go pop the trunk On you46

Hip-Hop

I’ll Be Damned

D12

[Intro: Proof] Yeeaah! This is DJ Seven Deuce, live at Club Runyan, where all the girls with burgundy hair get in free G-Unit in the house! What up baby Performing live tonight live on stage... Captain Save-A-Ho And the fabulous Case y'all, stick 'em out y'all All my Detroit players, let's go! [Hook: Kon Artis] I ain't set the stroke and I ain't for games I just came to fuck and maybe get some brain I got a woman at the crib so I ain't your man I'll be damned, I'll be damned, I'll be damned You know all I really wanna do is fuck I ain't gon' let a money hungry women set me up And if you think I'm that stupid you done pressed your luck I'll be damned, I'll be damned, I'll be damned [Verse 1: Kon Artis] You damn right, yes I love menage-a-trois And I got drawers as big as guys's big "wah" I'm a Trick Daddy nigga, so bitch how you figure That I wouldn't turn my niggas on to you when I hit ya I probably could forget ya if I hadn't been drunk But your badunkadunk, keep my mind on hump When my mind's on hump it mean my .9's in the trunk And Denaun got a line for every fine bitch I hunt Not once, twice, but three times the lover That your man is, and I'm a freak undercover I got plans for you, trick, I don't need a baby mother I got five of them motherfuckers trying to smother me already We can't go steady, but you can give me head Give me that, get the hell out my bed, and leave the shed My chapped lips will cut nipples when breast fed And on the way, leave the bread with Achmed I'd love for you to stay but I got another date With a fat chick that eat cake on play skates She rubbed my funky ass feet and feed me grapes Plus my man in the closet ran out of videotape You might also like[Hook] I ain't set the stroke and I ain't for games I just came to fuck and maybe get some brain I got a woman at the crib so I ain't your man I'll be damned, I'll be damned, I'll be damned You know all I really wanna do is fuck I ain't gon' let a money hungry women set me up And if you think I'm that stupid you done pressed your luck I'll be damned, I'll be damned, I'll be damned [Verse 2: Swift] I'mma make this one thing clear Ain't no woman here gon' ruin my career All the hell you doing is pursuing a dream That's when you find out that life ain't truly what it seems All these hoes be lying, bullshitting each other And why the hell Kobe Bryant didn't wear a rubber? He might as well have went and told the ho that he love her I'm sure as hell ain't gonna go to court for my mother Or my wife, and my sisters, so motherfuck a mistress They signing a contract before these bitches hit this Never will a woman take me out that way I keep a RCA camera in their motherfucking face [Hook] I ain't set the stroke and I ain't for games I just came to fuck and maybe get some brain I got a woman at the crib so I ain't your man I'll be damned, I'll be damned, I'll be damned You know all I really wanna do is fuck I ain't gon' let a money hungry women set me up And if you think I'm that stupid you done pressed your luck I'll be damned, I'll be damned, I'll be damned [Verse 3: Bizarre (Woman)] What's your name again? It doesn't matter (Fat motherfucker) My name is Bizzy, a bodyguard for Mr. Mathers Sit down girl, let me get you a drink I'mma buy you a mink, and rape you on the sink From day one, I knew you was a ho I put a rubber on my toe and fucked you some mo' Turn around, let me see your nasty ass Put on a Jason mask while I take off your maxi pad [Verse 4: Kuniva] These hoes be on some bullshit, always trying to pull shit Outta they ass, get mad and put you on blast Tell 'em bitches how she fucked you, sucked you, put it on you Boned you, yapping off with they mouth, saying she loved you All on your dick, calling your phone, spazzing and shit Having a fit until you feel like calling it quits Then she starts calling your chick wanting to fight Every time you show up at a gig she front row with her friends Flipping you off follow you to the bar, the bathroom The parking lot, to the car, pissing you off Until you blackout, now you and the ho is having a scrap out You get locked up for assault and now you assed out [Hook] I ain't set the stroke and I ain't for games I just came to fuck and maybe get some brain I got a woman at the crib so I ain't your man I'll be damned, I'll be damned, I'll be damned You know all I really wanna do is fuck I ain't gon' let a money hungry women set me up And if you think I'm that stupid you done pressed your luck I'll be damned, I'll be damned, I'll be damned3

Hip-Hop

Living Proof

Bad Meets Evil

[Intro: Royce Da 5'9"] Yeah, Bad and Evil is (back) (Don't stop) [Verse 1: Royce da 5'9"] We 'bout to get into a tale of a gunner that details the dungeon Just as the pale moon illuminates the hail and thunderin' '01's the year where I fell from blunderin' Shady lifted his wing, then I fell from under it Now I’m freefallin’, my career is gone into re-calling Regardless of who’s fault, I was speedballin' God bubble wrapped me and dropped me on top of the Earth Then Marshall doubled back and got me from on top of the Hearse I’m alive, nigga, Justin T ain’t got nothin' on me 'Cause I done cried Mary J. Blige rivers I realized that God’s with us, soon as I decided To put that bottle down and pick up my Todd Bridges The writing's on the wall Since niggas seen me at the baseball game With Shady and Jay-Z, suddenly everybody calls Like, "I’m just checking on you, dog!" While I throw up this message on the stall [Chorus: Royce Da 5'9"] When them bottles stop poppin’ and them dollars start stopping Do what you did to get it and don't stop (don't stop) I made a promise to my momma, I'mma out live her How can I be a quitter when haters don't stop? (don't stop) I’m living proof, nigga, it's pretty safe to say God giveth and God taketh away It's the Worldwide American way, I’m living proof, nigga You might also like[Verse 2: Eminem] Your body language is sayin’ your confidence is gone Well, pick ya ass up, lil' homie, come on You just gon' sit there and take it or make 'em suck it? Tell 'em where to shove it straight up You gon' make love to the world or you gon' fuck it? The last time that life kicked me in the ass I pulled down its pants and put a foot up its ass Man, what a catastrophe it’d be for me to be a bitch-ass pussy And not open a can of whoop-ass, let you piss-ants whoop me Will be the day I say I ate poop, shit, the day that I don't straight shoot, I'll drop outta my anti-women hate group Say I’m a sissy faggot, record it, play it back And put it on straight loop, you haters look like you ate a grape fruit To see me climbing back on that wagon, got my swagger back I was dragging, hopped back on it, grab the reigns on that bastard And came back on 'em without remorse man Man, of course, I’m a one-trick pony 'Cause I’ll be screaming on these whores 'til I’m hoarse! [Chorus: Royce Da 5'9"] When them bottles stop poppin’ and them dollars start stopping Do what you did to get it and don't stop (don't stop) I made a promise to my momma, I'mma out live her How can I be a quitter when haters don't stop? (don't stop) I’m living proof, nigga, it's pretty safe to say God giveth and God taketh away It's the Worldwide American way, I’m living proof, nigga [Verse 3: Royce Da 5'9"] Nah, I ain't fading yet, I’d rather stay and rap I might've made a debt but I find excitement in wondering what I’ma write next so I don't stay in debt Me broke, you might as well cut the embryo Out of my momma and play catch With the baby with AKs with baby bayonets I’ma get rich or I’ma die trying That's why it's either kill or be killed So call me suicide homicide Ryan [Verse 4: Eminem] There's a bomb inside my head, I’m a live wire I am on the edge, teetering on it like a totter, I might Get on a nut like a tire iron, I have no desire stopping So why would I drop and roll? That's how much on fire I am Rappers are fun and I’m the time 'cause I’m just flying by ‘em Man, I’m laughing at ‘em the entire time, why am I up? 'Cause tribulations I have triumphed, bitch, I’m fired up "So one time for me, just let your fuckin' lighters light the sky up" [Chorus: Royce Da 5'9"] When them bottles stop poppin’ and them dollars start stopping Do what you did to get it and don't stop (don't stop) I made a promise to my momma, I'mma out live her How can I be a quitter when haters don't stop? (don't stop) I’m living proof, nigga, it's pretty safe to say God giveth and God taketh away It's the Worldwide American way, I’m living proof, nigga21

Hip-Hop

Best Friend

J. Cole

[Verse 1: J. Cole] I see your homegirl tryna sway you How you figure I would play you Would you look at that? The same one that caught her nigga with some freak All in her sheets left for a week Then what she do? Double back Now I know we far from perfect But I feel like this is worth it, do you disagree with that? If not then holla back Hey and tell ya girl you’ll call her back [Bridge: Aaliyah] My best friend say, she sick of me, crying on the phone Telling how her man dogging me My best friend say, don't tell her nothing 'bout me and you 'Cause she ain't showing me no sympathy My best friend say, if she was me, she woulda let ya go Home a long time ago My best friend say My best friend say I’ll be there, I’ll still be there for you [Hook: J. Cole, Aaliyah, & Missy Elliot] In time of need You can lean on me Come on, come on I’ll be there for you I’ll be there for you In time of need You can lean on me Come on, come on I’ll be there for you You might also like[Verse 2: J. Cole] Now, now, now, now, know we be arguing But ain't you riding with me? We breaking, up we making up Like Dwayne Wayne and Whitley You throw things, you broke things Use both hands and hit me And right when you call the law I’ll tell my boy to come get me Then you, then you start listening To friends, and then it gets tricky They try to tell you leave, but this love is real sticky So you ignore the hickeys, the pics of chicks in they vicky’s That they sent me, is that real love You’re the only one that I will love Damn, damn [Bridge] My best friend says I can stay with her At her house, no doubt, anytime I like My best friend says Don't let you in my life cause you don't do for me and you don't act right My best friend says If she was me, she would let you go a long, long time ago My best friend says, my best friend says [Hook: J. Cole, Aaliyah, & Missy Elliot] I’ll still be there for you In time of need You can lean on me Come on, come on I’ll be there for you I’ll be there for you In time of need You can lean on me Come on, come on I’ll be there for you [Outro: J. Cole] Girl I can see it in your eyes How you feeling? Let me know what's on your mind We’ve been together for a long long time Hey, girl I can see it in your eyes I know to you it feel like I’m never around Round, round, round But if you leave me then who else gon hold me down? Hey, hey, hey4

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U R the One

D12

[Hook: Kon Artis] Now out of all the women in the place You got me staring at your pretty face And what that body I can truly say That U R The One, U R The One, U R The One Amazed by the way that you shake them hips Shaking ya ass all on my dick I get aroused by them sexy lips Cause U R The One, U R The One, the only one that can move [Verse 1: Swift] And you wonder why I call you every day of the week And have the operator breaking on yo line when you speak And I can say I'mma make you mine in a blink You nominated just for your behind and I'm geeked You a thug with yo best of friend mud wrestling Sitting in the corner with a mug and a cup of Gin See me looking for you when you win in the pen See, I hug you dirty, you confronting me for flirting You wanted me too, suddenly my company's a burden But I won't jump a balcony and how can I be hurting? I'm just playing with you and it's working Your friends can't save you, they faking like they're nurses [Verse 2: Bizarre] The first time I saw you up in them Guess You the only reason I use Federal Express Shit.. I don't be having no packages Now I'm getting dressers, lamps, and big mattresses I go crazy when I smell your odor I just wanna pick you up and take you to Ponderosa Steak and potatoes whatever you want Alright just the buffet my publishing check didn't come You don't care about D12, you don't know about Bizarre All you know is that I'm weird and I wear a Wonder Bra That's fine... I just wanna make you mine Niggas say you a three, I think you a dime You might also like[Hook: Kon Artis] Now out of all the women in the place You got me staring at your pretty face And what that body I can truly say That U R The One, U R The One, U R The One Amazed by the way that you shake them hips Shaking ya ass all on my dick I get aroused by them sexy lips Cause U R The One, U R The One, the only one that can move [Verse 3: Proof] I love the way your body grinding all in my face Only thing on your mind is which wallet to rape Yo ass look so perfect with your thong on your waist Built like a stallion you belong in a race Got money by the barrel, King Kong in the place Movie and a dinner is as long as I wait Hey, I ain't in your ear all talking dates Got you dizzy off the crissy, you ain't walking straight Got a room key in yo booty and let's cultivate You so pretty love them titties, they soft and fake Bring yo friends damn, your skin smell like coffee cake Yo, meet me at the place when you get off at 8 [Verse 4: Kuniva] The way you moving got me bugging out And you quit to take off your jacket and slug it out We thug it out, pouring 40s out, We give each other daps In fact We both hate going out, we both hate small gats You the truth, I'm for real yo I love you to death And if we break up I'mma stalk you and bug you to death Until you scared to leave the house because you know I'm in the bushes We went from hugs and kisses to shoves and pushes It's all love take it in stride I'm only joking with you I don't get down like that, you know I'll never hit you But still and yet if I ever feel I'm about to I'll gently grab your shoulders and SHAKE THE SHIT OUT YOU, GIRL! [Hook: Kon Artis] Now out of all the women in the place You got me staring at your pretty face And what that body I can truly say That U R The One, U R The One, U R The One Amazed by the way that you shake them hips Shaking ya ass all on my dick I get aroused by them sexy lips Cause U R The One, U R The One, the only one that can move [Verse 5: Kon Artis] I take 'em light skin, dark skin, short and black Attitudes sassy and they asses fat Corporate suburb but you can be a classy rat Louis Vuitton cost too much to have a bag to match Girl, forget all that, I'm getting rich off rap And you can be my A&R as long as you got my back Sagittarius are entrepreneurs and that's a fact And your birthday is seven days after mine correct? Well, that's two thing we got in common, baby Hope it ain't a problem that I'm involved with Shady Cause come next year I will not be dating Cause my plans to be with your stanking ass, okay? [Hook: Kon Artis] Now out of all the women in the place You got me staring at your pretty face And what that body I can truly say That U R The One, U R The One, U R The One Amazed by the way that you shake them hips Shaking ya ass all on my dick I get aroused by them sexy lips Cause U R The One, U R The One, the only one that can move2

Hip-Hop

6 In The Morning (Come On In)

D12

[Intro: Eminem] Good morning! Ha-ha! Wake your motherfucking asses up! Are y'all with us or what? Well, come on then, you know what time it is Stop sleeping on my group, BITCH! [Verse 1: Eminem] For whatever it's worth it's worth me havin' my ass whipped 'Cause I'ma have the last lips to ever kiss ass with I just can't get past these little piss ants That wanna be brawny bad asses so bad And they so mad, they can't stand it 'Cause we can and they can't spit And they can't handle it like a man And that's when it just happens And I snap, and it's a wrap, and it's scrap, and then it isn't rap, is it? Hip-Hop isn't a sport anymore when you gotta go and resort back into that shit Maybe I'm old-fashioned, but my passion is to smash anyone rappin' without havin' to slap him Believe me, I'd much rather lift a pencil than a pistol when I'm pissed now But it all depends on just how far it gets took on the mic 'Cause I'm tellin' you right now, you're not gonna like it 'Cause if I get pushed over the edge then I'm pullin' you with me You poke a stick at a pit bull, you get bit, B These words stick to you like Krazy Glue when you diss me 'Cause they just bounce off me, like bullets to 50 I'm the beautiful-lest thing and you gonna miss me when I'm gone Like Keith Murray when he threw a stool and hit a girl accidentally I do this for Swifty, Kon and Kuniva, Bizzy & Proof, are you with me? You might also like[Chorus: Eminem] Come on then, everybody come on and Kick your shoes off motherfuckers, come on in 'Cause we get it on until the break of dawn and Wake your ass up motherfuckers, quit yawning 'Cause we ain't leaving 'til 6 in the morning So have a sing along with the words of the song and If you don't know the words, and you can't sing along, then Fake like you know 'em motherfuckers and join in Everybody, good morning! [Verse 2: Swifty McVay] They consider me the epitome me of a beef starter In a party with heat, it's hard to keep me without one Fuck slugs, I'm walkin' gloves with a shotgun Constantly poppin' slugs, they hot, son, better not run (Aah!) The bosses of all bosses; a holocaust to whoever ain't conscious In a house full of dog shit I'm a gothic death project, you stop breathin' You die quicker than Mach speed without bleedin' It ain't about what you readin' When you meet me, better speak like a season's greetings Either that or we'll be beefin' frequent You niggas need an ''E'' just to speak shit Your leader's a petite bitch Keep the heater where you can reach quick I snipe you with it, and we won't even keep it a secret Nigga I did it from the mind of a mental patient When Glocks wave, you can save that conversation for satan You brave? [Chorus: Eminem] Come on then, everybody come on and Kick your shoes off motherfuckers, come on in 'Cause we get it on until the break of dawn and Wake your ass up motherfuckers, quit yawning 'Cause we ain't leaving 'til 6 in the morning So have a sing along with the words of the song and If you don't know the words, and you can't sing along, then Fake like you know 'em motherfuckers and join in Everybody, good morning! [Verse 3: Kon Artis] I heard you niggas don't like us, but so what? This beef is like, "What the fuck did he say in his rap, Em?" I can see that he's just a punk I mean these niggas squeeze on me Please, I'm seeing guts I don't need no enemies, as my family a couple trucks and my MPC and a mic They empty out on them bike to fight you In front of every reporter that I don't like No need for metaphors to get points across when I write This emotion's enough to say: "Fuck you, bitch, and I don't like you!" What?! I might as well give this up, but that'd be selfish as fuck To leave D12 in this, but we can't self-destruct I've never felt it this much, c'mon, fellas, get up! We gotta fight like Bugz last night of his life, c'mon! [Verse 4: Kuniva] I walk with a limp, pistol hanging off of the hip I'm awkward and quick enough and sick when sparking a fifth Your carcass is split, even if beef is partially thick We can't take you seriously, you a comedy skit You probably wish that you could be out, shooting at G's But the only thing you shoot is the breeze, I can't believe You speaking on moving keys, but every time we hear you kick it The only thing that you selling is woof tickets I look wicked 'cause niggas'll test your nutsack So when they bust, you better bust back or get your guts clapped outta your stomach And when they want it I'll bring a hundred niggas from Runyon, so get to gunnin' if you coming [Chorus: Eminem] Come on then, everybody come on and Kick your shoes off motherfuckers, come on in 'Cause we get it on until the break of dawn and Wake your ass up motherfuckers, quit yawning 'Cause we ain't leaving 'til 6 in the morning So have a sing along with the words of the song and If you don't know the words, and you can't sing along, then Fake like you know 'em motherfuckers and join in Everybody, good morning!9

Hip-Hop

Whether or Not (Freestyle)

D12

[Hook: Eminem] Whether you rap or you don't rap Duck 'fore you get rushed Get stuck fucking with us 'Cause.... We don't give a fuck [Verse 1: Kon Artis] Oh, we sound like Em clones, huh? Where the fuck you think he started at holmes, huh? Skip the small talk, talking is a risk you take Kick yo' face 'till yo' head go through this window and break Break to the 1-9, Denaun cause the gun-line And collect bank from every weed spot like I'm one time I'm ain't the remorseful type, I'll drink and still drive prone to hit anything at any given night Fuck leaving my roots, I'm still in cahoots with nincompoops who shoot out like troops in Beirut Pull up in a red hearse with Fred Durst dressed like a nurse With a coach purse screaming his throat hurts [Verse 2: Bizarre] On my Harley Davidson, I ride down Main Street I speed with my dad's name on my ass cheek Gimme your ones and get robbed with a broken gun Got you doing more dances than Puffy's son All you groupies that wanna get took You gotta be 12 years old with a coloring book And anyone else who wanna get fucked, 'cause (Yeah bitch, oh shit!) You might also like[Hook: Eminem] Whether you rap or you don't rap Duck 'fore you get rushed Get stuck fucking with us 'Cause.... We don't give a fuck [Verse 3: Eminem] We interrupt your little world of perfectness To bring you the shit to murder conservatives with To curse and diss, with verses so merciless These words can just fuck up your high worse than this {Police Sirens} I've killed for less, and dumped bodies in the motherfuckin' wilderness I'm a wildebeest, and I've concealed a piece even after I was busted by Warren Police You think just because I got caught by these cops once I'm not gonna carry shotguns to blow your wigs back like hamburgers without any top buns So many damn murders I can't even count one Two black guns, I don't know maybe they're Magnums I don't know what the fuck they're called, I just grab them 12-gauge dumps in a drug-fueled rage, fuck age, still goin' through my "fuck-you" stage I'm a 27-year-old eleven-year-old, I'mma never grow up, bitch, I ain't gon' ever get old I'll be sitting here with a cane and a beard Still insane and as weird as the day I came in here, brain in my rear, yeah So until I'm wrinkled as Robert Van Winkle, I'mma drop a damn single every goddamn week, people It's D12, June 19th, so do like me, and go buy three, with no ID Kids [Verse 4: Proof] Now why you wanna play a game with me, dangerously The outcome's hot, once split your brain in three Proof with crooked raps, always ask them "What the fuck you lookin' at"? And invite the hook to scrap I gave my life to God, nigga, then I took it back Move it black, this fuckin' gat'll leave your cookie cracked Detroit's derelict arrogant terrorist, straight on you aerospit Spit at various people to leave you with a body to get buried with Every hit was serious, niggas wanna know how murderous the Dirty Harry is When I'm on your front porch with guns about to bust 'Cause [Hook: Eminem] Whether you rap or you don't rap Duck 'fore you get rushed Get stuck fucking with us 'Cause.... We don't give a fuck [Verse 5: Swift] When they run into Swift they change directions My shit so tight when hoes hear it they catch a yeast infection You need protection, you gon' fear it I snatch away yo' DNA from existence, with no spirit Give up the carats or see the nine Fuckin' with mine is like Farakhan chewin' up swine, on Christmas With a white trailer bitch on his arm, chillin' in Europe, havin dinner with a Uncle Tom I attack killin', fuckin' hoes like Matt Dillon Stackin' obituaries higher than Michael Jackson's ceiling I leaves nobody livin', I got Satan shiverin' Hate what I'm deliverin', you know the best then send 'em in, crack you with a fifth of gin You got your men, but they all wearin' skirts like them niggas from Scotland, you hoes are not grim Don't make me stop in with a mag, and blow yo feet up out yo Top Tens [Verse 6: Kuniva] I'm the one they call in to torture ya Smackin' your bitch and forcin' her in the back seat of an old Corcia Kuniva's the silent type, but under the silence is a violent life, usually followed by sirens and lights Get your throat cut by this tyrant's knife, from high as a kite And my get-a-way driver's drivin' right Fuckin' with Hans will get you flipped like a baton, the deadliest bombs Wrap around niggas like Camabons, you know I ain't nothin' to play with Thinkin' you real like The Matrix, fuckin' with niggas drippin' off self-hatred I'm on some live shit, rappers be on some "Ready To Die" shit 'Till I put a ice pick, right through they eyelids, fuck heaters, I'll knock you out instead of shootin' I hit hard, break yo' fuckin' jaw like Resolution Give up the cash and coat, or get your little brother's classroom smoked And the substitue gagged and choked Nigga [Hook: Eminem] Whether you rap or you don't rap Duck 'fore you get rushed Get stuck fucking with us 'Cause.... We don't give a fuck [Outro] D12, June 19th Do 'shrooms like me Get ready for it. Trouble soon, baby You know it Tell your mama and your sister too 'Cause we fuckin' 'em5

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Stand Up

Ludacris

[Intro: Ludacris & Shawnna] Stand up! ah Stand up! yeah Stand up! ah Stand up! uh [Chorus: Ludacris & Shawnna] When I move, you move, just like that? When I move, you move, just like that? When I move, you move, just like that? Hell yeah, hey DJ bring that back When I move, you move, just like that? When I move, you move, just like that? When I move, you move, just like that? Hell yeah, hey DJ bring that back [Verse 1: Ludacris] How you ain't gon' fuck?! Bitch, I'm me! I'm the goddamn reason you in VIP CEO, you don't have to see ID I'm young, wild, and strapped like Chi-Ali Blaow! We ain't got nothing to worry about Whoop ass, let security carry them out Watch out for the medallion, my diamonds are reckless It feels like a midget is hanging from my necklace I pulled up with a million trucks Looking, smelling, feeling like a million bucks, ahh Pass the bottles, the heat is on We in the huddle all smoking that Cheech & Chong What's wrong? The club and the moon is full And I'm looking for a thick, young lady to pull One sure shot way to get them out of them pants Take note to the brand new dance Like this See Ludacris LiveGet tickets as low as $37You might also like[Chorus: Ludacris & Shawnna] When I move, you move, just like that? When I move, you move, just like that? When I move, you move, just like that? Hell yeah, hey DJ bring that back When I move, you move, just like that? When I move, you move, just like that? When I move, you move, just like that? Hell yeah, hey DJ bring that back [Verse 2: Ludacris] Go on with your big ass, let me see something Tell your little friend he can quit mean mugging I'm lit and I don't care what no one thinks But where the fuck is the waitress at with my drinks? My people outside and they can't get in We gon' rush the back door & break them in The owner already pissed cause we sort of late But our time and our clothes, got to coordinate Most girls looking right, some looking a mess That's why they spilling drinks all over your dress But Louis Vuitton bras all over your breasts Got me wanting to put hickeys all over your chest Ahh, come on we gon' party tonight Y'all use mouth to mouth bring the party to life Don't be scared, show another part of your life The more drinks in your system, the harder the fight [Chorus: Ludacris & Shawnna] When I move, you move, just like that? When I move, you move, just like that? When I move, you move, just like that? Hell yeah, hey DJ bring that back When I move, you move, just like that? When I move, you move, just like that? When I move, you move, just like that? Hell yeah, hey DJ bring that back [Bridge: Ludacris] Stand up! Stand up! Stand up! Stand up! [Verse 3: Ludacris] Damn right, the fire marshal wanna shut us down Get us out, so someone can gun us down We was two songs away from getting some cut up Now we one song away from tearing the club up Move over; Luda got something to say Do it now cause tomorrow ain't promised today Work with me, let's become one with the beat And don't worry about me stepping all over your feet [Chorus: Ludacris & Shawnna] When I move, you move, just like that? When I move, you move, just like that? When I move, you move, just like that? Hell yeah, hey DJ bring that back When I move, you move, just like that? When I move, you move, just like that? When I move, you move, just like that? Hell yeah, hey DJ bring that back [Outro: Ludacris & Shawnna] Stand up! Stand up! Stand up! Stand up! Stand up! Just like that? Stand up! Just like that? Stand up! Stand up!8

Hip-HopRap

Roses

Kanye West

[Produced by Kanye West and Jon Brion] [Verse 1: Kanye West] I know it's past visiting hours But can I please give her these flowers? The doctor don't wanna take procedures He claim her heart can't take the anesthesia It'll send her body into a seizure That lil' thing by the hospital bed, it'll stop beepin' Hey, chick, I'm at a loss for words What do you say at this time? Remember when I was nine? Tell her everything gon' be fine, but I be lyin' Her family cryin', they want her to live, and she tryin' I'm arguin', like, "What kind of doctor can we fly in?" You know the best medicine go to people that's paid If Magic Johnson got a cure for AIDS And all the broke motherfuckers passed away You telling me if my grandma's in the NBA Right now, she'd be okay? But since she was just a secretary Working for the church for 35 years Things 'sposed to stop right here? My grandfather tryin' to pull it together, he strong That's where I get my confidence from I asked the nurse, "Did you do the research?" She asked me, "Can you sign some t-shirts?" "Bitch, is you smokin' reefer? You don't see that we hurt?" But still– You might also like[Hook: Bill Withers & Tony Williams] I smile When Rosie comes to see me And I can't wait for a sunny day (Seeing it through your eyes) Can't wait for the clouds to break [Verse 2: Kanye West] They outside of the emergency room, room You can feel my heartbeat, beat, beat If she gon' pull through, we gon' find out soon But right now, she 'sleep, sleep, sleep My momma say they say she could pass away any day Hey chick, what these doctors know anyway? Let me see the X-rays, I ain't no expert, I'm just hurt Cousin Kim took off of work Plus, my Aunt Shirley, Aunt Beverly, Aunt Klaye and Aunt Jean So many aunties we could have an Auntie Team Feel like Amerie, it's just "1 Thing" When they said that she made it, you see they eyes gleam I think we at a all-time high To get there, we run, we fly, we drive 'Cause with my family, we know where home is So instead of sending flowers, we the roses [Hook: Bill Withers & Tony Williams] I smile When Rosie comes to see me And I can't wait for a sunny day (Seeing it through your eyes) Can't wait for the clouds to break [Break: Bill Withers & Patti LaBelle] 'Cause Rosie brings the sunshine (Oh) [Hook: Bill Withers & Tony Williams] I smile When Rosie comes to see me And I can't wait for a sunny day (Seeing it through your eyes) Can't wait for the clouds to break [Hook: Bill Withers & Patti LaBelle] I smile When Rosie comes to see me And I'm sad when Rosie goes away 'Cause Rosie brings the sunshine (Say) [Outro: Patti LaBelle] Can't wait, I can't wait, no Can't wait, I can't wait, no Can't wait, I can't wait No, can't wait for For a sunny day Momma can't wait For the clouds to break Mm, mmm, mm, mm-mm, mm-mm Oh-oh-oh-oh, no, no, say Tellin' you the truth now Said I can't wait, uh-uh I won't wait, no64

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Big Yellow Taxi

Joni Mitchell

[Verse 1] They paved paradise and put up a parking lot With a pink hotel, a boutique, and a swingin' hot spot [Chorus] Don't it always seem to go That you don't know what you've got 'til it's gone? They paved paradise, put up a parking lot (Shoo-bop-bop-bop-bop Shoo-bop-bop-bop-bop) [Verse 2] They took all the trees, put 'em in a tree museum And they charged the people a dollar and a half just to see 'em [Chorus] Don't it always seem to go That you don't know what you've got 'til it's gone? They paved paradise, put up a parking lot (Shoo-bop-bop-bop-bop Shoo-bop-bop-bop-bop) [Verse 3] Hey farmer, farmer, put away the DDT now Give me spots on my apples But leave me the birds and the bees, please You might also like[Chorus] Don't it always seem to go That you don't know what you've got 'til it's gone? They paved paradise, put up a parking lot (Shoo-bop-bop-bop-bop Shoo-bop-bop-bop-bop) [Verse 4] Late last night, I heard the screen door slam And a big yellow taxi took away my old man [Chorus] Don't it always seem to go That you don't know what you've got 'til it's gone? They paved paradise, put up a parking lot (Shoo-bop-bop-bop-bop) I said, don't it always seem to go That you don't know what you've got 'til it's gone? They paved paradise, put up a parking lot (Shoo-bop-bop-bop-bop) They paved paradise, put up a parking lot (Shoo-bop-bop-bop-bop) They paved paradise, put up a parking lot9

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Light Speed

Dr. Dre

[Intro: Dr. Dre & (girl)] Hey, yo, whassup? My name is Dre Can I blaze some chronic witchu? (Nigga, what? Fo' sho'! Roll that shit up!) Hell yeah [Verse 1: Dr. Dre] Still always into something, heart still in Compton The comp can't oppose, dope Cali platinum classicals Introduced you to my Doggs, that don't love hoes And Firm Fiascoes—assholes Fucked you up with my last video, tuxed up Doing a tango And cash, always in my grasp Came up in the game wearin' khakis not kangols, stranglin' hoes When asked about it in most interviews I just laugh Now I vacate with hoes with a gang of ass One feedin' me mangoes, the other lightin' my hash Rap tabloids write Dre's light in the ass (What?) Came home uptight, ready to mash Like a gas pedal, get on that '64 Chevy level AK-47 heavy metal Who say Dre ain't ghetto? Just whistle like a tea kettle I throw three at you, tell me if you see devils 'Cause we rebels over here, I smell chronic in the air That means we takin' over this year You hear? You might also like[Bridge: Girl, KRS-One & Dr. Dre] Chronic, 2000 "One!" That means we takin' over this year, ya hear? [Chorus: Ms. Roq & Knoc-Turn'al] Light Speed, blazin' Chronic through the galaxy Hydro, doja, chocolate Thai weed Or we might be sippin' on gin or Hennessey Fuck that, where that new shit, The Chronic Iced Teas? [Verse 2: Hittman] I hang among hustlers, that slang and Hoo-bang Bronson When bustaz roll through, can't fuck with my bold crew We will hold you captive and bust 'Cause gangbangin' is the active, activity Where I be livin', B, there ain't no Liberty Statue Hope you got your gat, don't let them catch you Slippin', without yours, it's warfare outdoors Ambulance, violent uproars Trash niggas takin' out like chores I meet whores on tours Jeanie`s hot as pepper so I sip, champagne on stormy shores B on some hardcore, pornographic Toting Austrian firearms that's made out of plastic In these drastic surroundings, it be sounding like Lebanon Makin' fools "Retreat!" like Megatron and Starscream Oh yeah I scream on stars That get loot then crossover like Kareem Abdul-Jabbar Get out your car son, that's how I came to bougie niggas At Bar One, it's either that or make front page stardom I'm the Golden Child, chased by Sardo Numpsay But God's my bulletproof, it's hard to shoot me, you hear? By the time you see him *Two gun shots* That means it's real fuckin' hard to shoot me, you hear? [Chorus: Ms. Roq & Knoc-Turn'al] Light Speed, blazin' Chronic through the galaxy Hydro, doja, chocolate Thai weed Or we might be sippin' on gin or Hennessey Fuck that, where that new shit, The Chronic Iced Teas?8

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That’s All She Wrote

T.I.

[Chorus: T.I.] Now I don’t really care what you call me Just as long as you don't call me broke I bet they knew as soon as they saw me Goodnight, it's over with, that's all she wrote Streets like cold Chicago Ain't nothin' new, I seen it all before But still, I ball like no tomorrow Goodnight, it’s over with, that's all she wrote [Post-Chorus] All she wrote, all she wrote I said, it’s over with, that's all she wrote All she wrote, all she wrote (Yeah) Goodnight, it's over with, that's all she wrote [Verse 1: T.I.] It's stupid how I go in knowin' everybody knowin' That I’m sewin' up the game, destroyin' life, they hate me for it Eventually, see they can't beat, and then with me, they join Others sworn under oath or banished, left completely scorned (Bah) You tell lies, get cut, nigga, kick rocks You never did blend in with the big shots On the fast track, ain't no need for no pit stop I just laugh at nigga wishin' they were this hot (Haha) Guess they mad at me, huh? Really pissed off Better that than pissed on, I’m the Jetsons, you the Flintstones Catch me in the end zone, high-steppin', Prime Time Thought you niggas been known, ain't no blockin' my shine Like my new Air Yeezys, you can see me in the nighttime I get rich off livin' life, you check to check, recitin' rhymes So call me what you want, wanna hate? Have a nice time While I get stupid paper, hey, my dough ain't in its right mind See T.I. LiveGet tickets as low as $90You might also like[Chorus: T.I.] Now I don’t really care what you call me Just as long as you don't call me broke I bet they knew as soon as they saw me Goodnight, it's over with, that's all she wrote Streets like cold Chicago Ain't nothin' new, I seen it all before But still I ball like no tomorrow Goodnight, it’s over with, that's all she wrote [Verse 2: Eminem] You're starin' straight into a barrel of hate, terrible fate Not even a slim chance to make a narrow escape Cupid shot his arrow and missed–wait, Sarah, you're late Your train left, mascara and eggs smear in your face Night's over, goodbye, ho, I thought that I told ya That spilled nut ain't nothin' to cry over Never shoulda came within range of my Rover Shoulda known I was trouble soon as I rolled up Any chick who's dumb enough after I blindfold her To still come back to the crib Must want me to mess with her mind, hold up She mistook me for some high roller when I won't buy a soda Unless it's Rock and Rye cola (Faygo's cheaper) Buy you a bag of Fritos? I wouldn't let you eat the fucking chip on my shoulder If you was bleach and I was hair I wouldn't dye for ya Tryna pull five bucks from me is like tryna pull five molars You'll get your eyes swolled up, I'm on my straight grizzly So why would I buy you a gay-ass teddy bear? Bitch, you're already bi-polar [Chorus: Eminem] Now I don’t really care what you call me You can even call me cold These bitches knew as soon as they saw me It's never me they'll get the privilege to know I roll like a desperado Now I never know where I’m gonna go Still, I ball like there’s no tomorrow Until it's over and that's all she wrote [Verse 3: T.I.] The credit roll, the curtain close, the movie over with (That's it!) But don’t get mad at me, go blame the chick who wrote this shit (Nope) Yeah, life is sure a bitch (Bitch), but she know I’m rich That why she give me what I want and I just throw her dick Here I go again, I kick this shit, give a damn, got it pourin' in Peso, euro, yen, ah-ha, I’m paid, never gon' be broke again See me posted in anything, wearin' any chain Never gon' see me totin' anything, all you gon' see is bang It's so nice where I kick it, hate you never get to visit Yeah, I’m on another level, but you niggas still can't get it It's all over ‘fore you finish—sorry, bro, this where we end it Won’t give you the satisfaction of me givin' you the business [Verse 4: Eminem] Yeah, I guess life is a bitch, ain't it, Tip? And each one thinks they the shit Shirt off my back? I wouldn’t give you the dirt off my handkerchief I’m givin' these hoes a dose of their own medicine Let 'em get a good taste of it I’m sure you got that relationship memo by now, but in case you didn't I'ma stick this whole pad full of sticky notes to your forehead and staple it Life is too short and I got no time to sit around just wastin' it So, I pace this shit a little bit quicker, that clock I'm racin' it, double timin' it But I still spit triple the amount of insults in a tenth of the time that it may take you pricks to catch on While you strong arm, I'm like Stretch Armstrong Man, I still say "K-Mart's" like there's an apostrophe "s" on it, dog And they say McDonald's isn’t a restaurant, well I guess I’m wrong But if you're gonna tell me that A&W ain't the spot for the best hot dogs, you can get the F on, dawg! [Bridge: T.I.] And on my throne I remain, all alone in my lane I’m as strong as they king, they were gone ‘fore they came Now I don’t wanna hang, I slap five with them rap guys They just wanna sabotage my hustle, shawty, that's why [Chorus: T.I., Eminem, Both] Now I don’t really care what you call me You can even call me cold I bet they knew as soon as they saw me Goodnight, it’s over with, that's all she wrote I roll like a desperado Now I never know where I’m gonna go But still I ball like there’s no tomorrow Goodnight, it’s over with (and) that's all she wrote [Post-Chorus: T.I. & Eminem] All she wrote, all she wrote I said, it’s over with, that's all she wrote All she wrote, all she wrote (yeah) Goodnight, it's over with, that's all she wrote85

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I Don’t Feel So Good

Lupe Fiasco

[Intro: Gorillaz] Picture I'm a dreamer I'll take you deeper Down to the sleepy glow Time is a low Don't you know? What are we going to do? What are we going to do? [Verse 1: Lupe Fiasco] Is there something in the air? Do you feel it? Is it close? Is it far? Is it here? Do you feel it? Are you happy? You sad? You scared? Do you feel it? Is it right? Is it wrong? Is it fair? Do you feel it? Is it real? Is it fake? Do you care? Do you feel it? When he stopped and he paid for head, did he feel it? With his wife when he laid in the bed, did she feel it? When the police kicked in the door, did he feel it? When he had to go to war, did he feel it? When they hung and they swung from a tree, did they feel it? Well I know when they come for me, will I feel it When he blew all his money to ball, did he feel it? When that bullet came through a wall, did she feel it? When he stopped and he dropped when he died, did he feel it? When his momma closed his eyes, did he feel it? When she couldn't take the pain, did she feel it? When the dope flows through her veins, does she feel it? When she took off all her clothes, did she feel it? When she slid down that pole, did she feel it? Will it all be clear to see, will I feel it? If God forgives me, will I feel it? You might also like[Hook] I ask my baby if she love me, she said she don't know She said the game's got her heart, the streets have got her soul I ask my baby if she love me, she said she don't know She said the game's got her heart, the streets have got her soul I said, "Wow" [Verse 2: Lupe Fiasco] When his food come out the trash, does he feel it? When he sleeps under the underpass, does he feel it? When she's pregnant and smoking weed, does she feel it? When the jury just won't believe, do they feel it? When this song come on in the club, do you feel it? When a racist shows you love, do you feel it? When he know he won't win the game, do he feel it? When a preacher is driven insane, do he feel it? Every time I write a rhyme, do I feel it? When I'm running out of time, will I feel it? When the liquor is poured on the ground, do they feel it? If my music didn't make a sound, would you feel it? [Hook]2

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Imma Do It

Fabolous

[Chorus: Kobe] The block got my back And my boys do too And my baby mama trippin' Said she need more loot Every block, every hood Every ghetto got beef Got a heater on my lap And another in the back Shit, how I’m supposed to cope With all this stress on me? Er'body and their mama callin' feds on me I don't know what I'ma do, but I'ma do it (I'ma do it) Look I don't know what I'ma do, but I'ma do it (I'ma do it) I got money on my head but I'm ridin' in a drop (Drop) Drop (Drop) Drop (Drop) Drop (Drop) [Verse 1: Fabolous] Yeah! Feelin' just like JFK In the city that let 'em fly like JFK (Ayy) Sometimes LaGaurdia I ain't gone lie to ya If looks could kill Then my style might body ya That's why I'm with naudia I call my gun naudia When she say hi to ya It's buh-buh-bye to ya Make it sound like Saudi Arabia Maybe the haters should Watch what he say to her You think See Fabolous LiveGet tickets as low as $109You might also like[Pre-Chorus: Kobe] I can hold my head high and die Or I can live and duck My attitude is celibate I don't give a fuck [Chorus: Kobe] The block got my back And my boys do too And my baby mama trippin' Said she need more loot Every block, every hood Every ghetto got beef Got a heater on my lap And another in the back Shit, how I’m supposed to cope With all this stress on me? Er'body and their mama callin' feds on me I don't know what I'ma do, but I'ma do it Look I don't know what I'ma do, but I'ma do it I got money on my head but I'm ridin' in a drop (Drop) Drop (Drop) Drop (Drop) Drop (Drop) [Verse 2: Fabolous] Yeah! Now who are you to tell me How to conduct myself Why don't you practice safe sex And go fuck yourself The rumor is that I'm a hazzard to a sucka's health (Oh-oh) I coulda told you that (Oh-oh) Yeah I coulda told you that (Oh-oh) Picture me, not fly Where's them exposures at? (Oh-oh) Right here, on my lap (Oh-oh) That's where my composure's at (Oh-oh) I'm back like a gun cock I'm so cool that If I go to hell All I need is my sun block [Pre-Chorus: Kobe] Nigga hold ya head high and die Or live and duck My attitude is celibate I don't give a fuck [Chorus: Kobe] The block got my back And my boys do too And my baby mama trippin' Said she need more loot Every block, every hood Every ghetto got beef Got a heater on my lap And another in the back Shit, how I’m supposed to cope With all this stress on me? Er'body and their mama callin' feds on me I don't know what I'ma do, but I'ma do it Look I don't know what I'ma do, but I'ma do it I got money on my head but I'm ridin' in a drop (Drop) Drop (Drop) Drop (Drop) Drop (Drop) [Verse 3: Fabolous] I mean let's be honest You never liked a nigga Tryna lesbian-us So I kept the strap on Clap off, clap on Lights out, like flights out You could be departed Never me who started I Lambo Gallard-ed I am vehically challenged That means the car is retarded But regardless I'm "Tin Man" heartless No love Hey son, lookin' for love? Get a show on VH1 [Pre-Chorus: Kobe] Nigga hold ya high and die Or live and duck My attitude is Virgins Still don't give a fuck [Chorus: Kobe] The block got my back And my boys do too And my baby mama trippin' Said she need more loot Every block, every hood Every ghetto got beef Got a heater on my lap And another in the back Shit, how I’m supposed to cope With all this stress on me? Er'body and their mama callin' feds on me I don't know what I'ma do, but I'ma do it Look I don't know what I'ma do, but I'ma do it I got money on my head but I'm ridin' in a drop (Drop) Drop (Drop) Drop (Drop) Drop (Drop)1

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The Message

Nas

[Produced by Trackmasters] [Verse 1] Fake thug, no love, you get the slug, CB4 Gusto Your luck low, I didn't know 'til I was drunk though You freak niggas played out, get fucked and ate out Prostitute turned bitch, I got the gauge out 96 ways I made out, Montana way The Good F-E-L-L-A, verbal AK spray Dipped attache, jump out the Range, empty out the ashtray A glass of 'Zé make a man Cassius Clay Red dot plots, murder schemes 32 shotguns, regulate with my dunns 17 rocks gleam from one ring They let me let y'all niggas know one thing There's one life, one love, so there can only be one King The highlights of livin', Vegas-style, roll dice in linen Antera spinnin' on millenniums 20 G bets I'm winnin' 'em, threats I'm sendin' 'em Lex with TV sets the minimum, ill sex adrenaline Party with villains, a case of Demi-Sec To chase the Henny, wet any clique with the semi TEC Who want it? Diamonds I flaunt it Chickenheads flock I lace 'em, fried broiled with basil taste 'em Crack the legs way out of formation It's horizontal how I have 'em fuckin' me in the Benz wagon Can it be Vanity from Last Dragon? Grab your gun, it's on though Shit is grimy, real niggas buck in broad daylight With the broke MAC that won't spray right Don't give a fuck who they hit as long as the drama's lit Yo, overnight thugs bug ‘cause they ain't promised shit Hungry-ass hooligans stay on that piranha shit You might also like[Refrain] I never sleep, 'cause sleep is the cousin of death I ain't the type of brother made for you to start testin' I never sleep, 'cause sleep is the cousin of death I ain't the type of brother made for you to start testin' I never sleep, 'cause sleep is the cousin of death I ain't the type of brother made for you to start testin' I never sleep, 'cause sleep is the cousin of death I ain't the type of brother made for you to start testin' [Verse 2] I peeped you frontin' I was in the Jeep sunk in the seat, tinted with heat, beats bumpin' Across the street you was wildin' Talkin' about how you ran the Island in '89 Layin' up, playin' the yard with crazy shine I cocked the baby 9, that nigga grave be mine Clanked him—what was he thinkin'? On my corner when it's pay-me time Dug 'em, you owe me, cousin Somethin' told me "Plug him!" So dumb, felt my leg burn, then it got numb Spun around and shot one Heard shots and dropped, son, caught a hot one Somebody take this biscuit 'fore the cops come Then they came askin' me my name What the fuck? I got stitched up, it went through Left the hospital that same night, what Got my gat back, time to backtrack I had the drop so how the fuck I get clapped? Black was in the Jeep watchin' All he seen speed by was a brown Datsun And yo, nobody in my hood got one That clown nigga's through, blazin' at his crew daily The Bridge touched me up severely, hear me? So when I rhyme it's sincerely yours Be lightin' Ls, sippin' Coors on all floors in project halls Contemplatin' war niggas I was cool with before We used to score together uptown coppin' the raw But, uh—a thug changes and love changes And best friends become strangers (Word up) [Refrain 2] Y'a–Y'all know my steelo Ther–Ther–Ther–Ther–Ther–There ain't an army that could strike back Y'a–Y'all know my steelo Ther–Ther–Ther–Ther–There ain't an army that could strike back Y'a–Y'all know my steelo Ther–Ther–Ther–There ain't an army that could strike back Y'a–Y'all know my steelo There ain't an army that could strike back [Outro: Nas & (AZ)] Thug niggas, yo, to them thug niggas Gettin' it on in the world, you know? To them niggas that's locked down Doin' they thing, survivin', ya know'm sayin'? To my thorough niggas, New York and worldwide Yo, to the Queensbridge Militia 9-6 shit, The Firm clique Illmatic, nigga, It Was Written though It's been a long time comin' Y'all fake niggas, tryin' to copy Better come with the real though, fake-ass niggas, yo (They throw us slugs, we throwin' them back, what) Bring the shit, man! Live, man! (Fuck that son, word up) 9-6 shit119

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Did It On’em

Nicki Minaj

[Intro] (Bangladesh) [Chorus: Nicki Minaj] Shitted on 'em Man, I just shitted on 'em Shitted on 'em Put your number twos in the air if you did it on 'em Shitted on 'em Man, I just shitted on 'em Shitted on 'em Put your number twos in the air if you did it on 'em [Verse 1: Nicki Minaj] All these bitches is my sons And I'ma go and get some bibs for 'em A couple formulas, little pretty lids on 'em If I had a dick, I would pull it out and piss on 'em (Pss) Let me shake it off I just signed a couple deals, I might break you off And we ain't making up, I don't need a mediator Just let them bums blow steam, radiator [Chorus: Nicki Minaj & Safaree] (That was a earthquake, bitch), shitted on 'em (You felt the ground shake, right?), man, I just shitted on 'em (You bitches ain't fucking with her), shitted on 'em Put your number twos in the air if you did it on 'em (You must've, ah) (You must've lost your fuckin' mind), shitted on 'em (You must've bumped your fuckin' head), man, I just shitted on 'em (You crazy, stupid, ugly, monkey-looking bitches), shitted on 'em Put your number twos in the air if you did it on 'em (Uh, yo, ah) You might also like[Verse 2: Nicki Minaj] This stone is flawless, F1 I keep shooters up top in the F1 A lot of bad bitches beggin' me to F one But I'ma eat them rap bitches when the chef come Throw some fresh ones More talent in my motherfuckin' left thumb She ain't a Nicki fan, then the bitch deaf, dumb You ain't my son, you my motherfuckin' step-son [Chorus: Nicki Minaj & Safaree] (I don't know what layaway look like), shitted on 'em (Bitch, I can't even spell "welfare"), man, I just shitted on 'em (You got me mistaken with your mother, ho), shitted on 'em Put your number twos in the air if you did it on 'em (You bitches at the bottom of the totem pole) (We at the top, bitch, she flopped), shitted on 'em (Louis Vuitton everything, bitch), man, I just shitted on 'em (Gucci, we don't fuck with it, it's too cheap, motherfucker), shitted on 'em Put your number twos in the air if you did it on 'em (You bitches, ah, man) [Verse 3: Nicki Minaj] All these bitches is my sons And I ain't talkin' 'bout Phoenix Bitch, I get money, so I dos what I pleases I live where the motherfuckin' pools and the trees is Broke bitches so crusty (Disgust me) Gave the bitch a ride, got the Continental dusty Trust me, I keep a couple hundred in the duff'-B Couple wet wipes case a bum try to touch me, ew I'm the terminator Bitch talk slick, I'ma have to terminate her These little nappy-headed hoes need a perminator You my seed, I'll spray you with the germinator (Sh-sh-sh-sh-sh) Move back, bugs Matter fact, you know the queen could use a back rub (Ah) If you could turn back time, Cher You used to be here, now you're gone, Nair [Chorus: Nicki Minaj & Safaree] (You nappy-headed son of a bitches), shitted on 'em (I'ma start throwing Just for Me perm at your heads), man, I just shitted on 'em (I'ma get the kid version), shitted on 'em Put your number twos in the air if you did it on 'em (The kid version, 'cause you're a bunch of kids) (Bunch of lil' nappy-headed hoes runnin' around, yeah), shitted on 'em (Just for Me), man, I just shitted on 'em (You know it, yeah, ho, you know it), shitted on 'em Put your number twos in the air if you did it on 'em (Just for Me perm in your head when we see you, ow)43

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I’m The Best

Nicki Minaj

[Intro] Uh Yo Yo [Verse 1] It was back in '07, did a couple of tapes Did a couple DVDs, made a couple mistakes Didn't know what I was doing, but I put on a cape Now it's, "Which world tour should I go on today?" See, you told me I would lose, but I won I might cop a million Jimmy Choos just for fun 'Cause bitches couldn't take what was in me, Australia, Sydney Might run up in Disney, out in LA with Lindsay Got the eye of the tiger, the Lion of Judah Now it's me and my time, it's just me in my prime Everything I tried to teach 'em, they gon' see it in time Tell 'em bitches get a stick, I'm done leadin' the blind Got two shows tonight, that's Brooklyn and Dallas Then a private party at the Buckingham Palace Which means I gotta fly like a movie, no commercial That's Young Money, Cash Money, yeah, I'm Universal [Chorus] I hear they comin' for me Because the top is lonely What the fuck they gon' say? What the fuck they gon' say? I'm the best bitch doing it, doing it I'm the best bitch doing it, doing it I'm the best, best, best, best I'm the best, best, best, best I'm the best You might also like[Verse 2] I remember when I couldn't buy my mother a couch Now I'm sitting at the closing, bought my mother a house You could never understand why I grind like I do Micaiah and Jelani why I grind like I do 'Cause even when my daddy was on crack, I was crack Now the whole album crack, you ain't gotta skip a track I ain't gotta get a plaque, I ain't gotta get awards I just walk up out the door, all the girls will applaud All the girls will commend as long as they understand That I'm fighting for the girls that never thought they could win 'Cause before they could begin, you told 'em it was the end But I am here to reverse the curse that they live in Got two bones to pick, I'ma only choose one You might get addressed on the second album Which means you can breathe 'til I motherfucking say so To all my bad bitches, I could see your halo [Chorus] I hear they comin' for me Because the top is lonely What the fuck they gon' say? What the fuck they gon' say? I'm the best bitch doing it, doing it I'm the best bitch doing it, doing it I'm the best, best, best, best I'm the best, best, best, best I'm the best [Bridge] It's okay, it's okay Long as you know, long as you know Long as you motherfuckers know I'm the best, best, best, best, best, best [Chorus] I hear they comin' for me (I hope they comin' for me) Because the top is lonely ('Cause the top is lonely) What the fuck they gon' say? (What they gon' say?) What the fuck they gon' say? (What they gon' say?) I'm the best bitch doing it, doing it I'm the best bitch doing it, doing it I'm the best, best, best, best (I'm the best) I'm the best, best, best, best (I'm the best) I'm the best28

Hip-Hop

Blazin’

Nicki Minaj

[Intro: Nicki Minaj] Hey, hey, yeah Oh, oh (Hey, hey, hey, hey) Oh (Ooh) [Chorus: Nicki Minaj] I fly, I fly high, I'm blazin' I'm blazin', feels like I'm blazin' I fly, I fly high, I'm blazin' I'm blazin', feels like I'm blazin', feels like I'm– [Verse 1: Nicki Minaj] How could it be, little me Had the power to be the best B in the league Yeah, inevitably, but could it be little me? You was heckling me, now it's monotony winning regularly, yo I catch rec on recreation, so I exceed all your expectations Bitches ain't got it in 'em, I kill 'em and then I skin 'em The contract was signed, but I am the addendum So-so where my dawgs at, Randy Ma-ma-matter fact, get off my dick, bitch, Andy 'Ca-'ca-'ca-'ca-'ca-'cause everything is fine and dandy Go against me now, I dare you, Bambi Half a million dollars just to upgrade the car show I ain't even detonate the bombs in the arsenal Before the storm comes the calm Hope you can take the heat like LeBron Ah, ah-ah-ah-ah-ah, ah-ah-ah I'm the best now Anybody with some money should invest now Soccer moms need to organize a pep rall' Your game over, bitch, Gatorade, wet towel Mothafuckers ain't ready, they never been As long as I am in the game, you'll never win I'm on that different type of high, heroin Put on my cape and hit the sky, heroine You might also like[Chorus: Nicki Minaj & Kanye West] I fly, I fly high, I'm blazin' I'm blazin', feels like I'm blazin' I fly, I fly high, I'm blazin' I'm blazin', feels like I'm blazin' (Feels like I'm blazin') I fly, I fly high, I'm blazin' I'm blazin', feels like I'm blazin' I fly, I fly high, I'm blazin' (Uh) I'm blazin', feels like I'm blazin' (Yeah, uh) [Verse 2: Kanye West] This is the moment, grab your Kodak While I'm flying with a flow that is The greatest throwback since that Nolan Ryan And the days been crazy and the nights even wilder And the lights even brighter, baby, stand next to my fire Only higher is Messiah or notes from Mariah 'Rari six hundred horses, that's my chariot of fire Where we flyin', they can't find us, all them broke days behind us I just took your whole life and redesigned it, uh I think I'm Marc Jacobs, I think I'm Lagerfeld I think without makeup, you still bad as hell I'ma grab your waist, then I'ma grab your face and Then I'ma taste it, then I'ma blaze it Hello all my bad girls, this just in Yeezy hurt the beat like he fucked her best friend And she let him back in, and he just did it again He crazy, he blazin', he off the deep end I'm blazin', I'm flagrant, I'm crazy, I'm sayin' Too much for the world so they abbreviate him His past is her fave, his stats is amaze Her dress is just perf, uh, Prada colored beige It's obvi we the ish and I'm rolling with my Brits So real, you so trill, baby, everything legit How you feel? They say we crazed 'cause our styles so diff' They'll be jeal' when we in the mag lookin' magnif' As if I ain't used Magnums on your favorite bad bitch Fuck these background niggas, I was tryna ad-lib Add this, we blazin', Nicki, what you think? I got two White Russians, but we also need some drinks [Chorus: Nicki Minaj] I fly, I fly high, I'm blazin' I'm blazin', feels like I'm blazin' I fly, I fly high, I'm blazin' I'm blazin', feels like I'm blazin' (Feels like I'm blazin') I fly, I fly high, I'm blazin' I'm blazin', feels like I'm blazin' I fly, I fly high, I'm blazin' I'm blazin', feels like I'm blazin' [Bridge] It feels like I'm blazin', blazin', blazin', blazin' It feels like I'm blazin', blazin', blazin', blazin' It feels like I'm blazin', blazin', blazin', blazin' It feels like I'm blazin', blazin', blazin', blazin' It feels like I'm blazin', blazin', blazin' It feels like I'm blazin', blazin', blazin' It feels like I'm blazin', blazin', blazin' It feels like I'm blazin', blazin', blazin' [Chorus: Nicki Minaj] I fly, I fly high, I'm blazin' I'm blazin', feels like I'm blazin' I fly, I fly high, I'm blazin' I'm blazin', feels like I'm blazin' (Feels like I'm blazin') I fly, I fly high, I'm blazin' I'm blazin', feels like I'm blazin' I fly, I fly high, I'm blazin' I'm blazin', feels like I'm blazin'23

Hip-Hop

Moment 4 Life

Nicki Minaj

[Verse 1: Nicki Minaj] I fly with the stars in the skies I am no longer trying to survive I believe that life is a prize But to live doesn't mean you're alive Don't worry 'bout me and who I fire I get what I desire, it's my empire And yes, I call the shots, I am the umpire I sprinkle holy water upon a vampire In this very moment, I'm king In this very moment, I slay Goliath with a sling This very moment, I bring Put it on everything that I will retire with the ring And I will retire with the crown, yes No, I'm not lucky, I'm blessed, yes Clap for the heavyweight champ, me But I couldn't do it all alone, we Young Money raised me, grew up out in Baisley Southside Jamaica, Queens, and it's crazy 'Cause I'm still hood, Hollywood couldn't change me Shout out to my haters, sorry that you couldn't faze me Ain't being cocky, we just vindicated Best believe that when we done, this moment will be syndicated I don't know, this night just remind me of Everything they deprived me of (Yeah) Put your drinks up It's a celebration every time we link up We done did everything they can think of Greatness is what we on the brink of You might also like[Chorus: Nicki Minaj] I wish that I could have this moment for life, for life, for life 'Cause in this moment, I just feel so alive, alive, alive I wish that I could have this moment for life, for life, for life This is my moment, I just feel so alive, alive, alive [Verse 2: Drake] What I tell them hoes? Bow, bow, bow to me, drop down to your knees Young Money the mafia, that's word to Lil' Cease I'm in the Dominican, Big Papi Ortiz Doing target practice, all these bitches just aiming to please Shout out to the CEO, 500 Degreez Shout out to the OVO, red wings and fatigues, oh Niggas wanna be friends, how coincidental This supposed to be y'all year? We ain't get the memo A young king, pay me in gold 40 got a bunch of weed he ain't even roll These niggas be droppin' songs, they ain't even cold Weezy on top, and that nigga ain't even home yet Yeah, be very afraid These other rappers gettin' bodied and carried away Fuck it, me and Nicki Nick gettin' married today And all you bitches that be hatin' can catch a bouquet, ooh Yeah, you a star in my eyes You and all them white girls, party of five Are we drinking a lil' more? I can hardly decide I can't believe we really made it, I'm partly surprised, I swear Damn, this one for the books, man I swear this shit is as fun as it looks, man I'm really tryna make it more than what it is 'Cause everybody dies, but not everybody lives, ah [Chorus: Nicki Minaj] I wish that I could have this moment for life, for life, for life 'Cause in this moment, I just feel so alive, alive, alive I wish that I could have this moment for life, for life, for life This is my moment, I just feel so alive, alive, alive [Bridge: Nicki Minaj] This is my moment I waited all my Life, I can tell it's time Drifting away, I'm One with the sunsets I have become alive [Chorus: Nicki Minaj] I wish that I could have this moment for life, for life, for life 'Cause in this moment, I just feel so alive, alive, alive I wish that I could have this moment for life, for life, for life 'Cause in this moment, I just feel so alive, alive, alive89

Hip-Hop

The Sauce (Benzino Diss)

Eminem

[Intro] It's all bad now, man It's all bad But y'all done fucked up now! Yeah! Haha! New shit! Ayo I just want The whole world to know That I did not start this But I will finish it [Verse] Comin' up, it never mattered what color you was If you could spit, then you could spit That's it, that's what it was Back when motherfuckers was straight backpackin' Cipherin', fightin' for life in this rap For the mic to get passed, and you psyched and you gassed Then you hype, ‘cause you last And you might whoop some ass; if you lost, then you lost Shake hands like a man and you swallowed it When the Unsigned Hype column in The Source was like our only source of light When the mics used to mean somethin', a four was like You were the shit, now it's like the least you get Three and a half now just means you're a piece of shit Four and a half or five means you're Biggie, Jigga, Nas Or Benzino—shit, I don't even think you realize You're playin' with motherfuckers' lives I done watched Dre get fucked on The Chronic Probably ‘cause I was on it Now you fucked me out of my mics twice, I let it slide I said I wouldn't hold my fuckin' breath to get a five Shit, I was right, I'da fuckin' died already tryin' I swear to God, I never lie, I bet it's why You let that bitch give me that bullshit review I sat and took it, I ain't look at the shit, we knew You'd probably try and fuck us with Obie and 50 too (*Spit*) Fuck a relationship! We through! No more Source to street cred, them days is dead Ray's got AK's to Dave Mays's head Every issue there's an eight-page Made Men spread Will somebody please tell whoever braids his head That I am not afraid of this fuckin' waste of lead On my pencil, for me to write some shit this simple So, listen closely, as I break it down and proceed This old G's 'bout to get smoked like rolled weed You don't know me or my motherfuckin' mother You motherfuckin' punk! Put me on your fuckin' cover just to sell your little sell-out mag I ain't mad, I feel bad, here's an ad Here's a poster of Ray-Ray and his dad You wanna talk about some shit That you don't know about, yeah? Let's talk about how you're puttin' your own son out there To try to eat off him because you missed your boat You're never gonna blow, bitch, you're just too old No wonder you're sore now, lordy, you're bored now I'm pushin' 30, you're kickin' 40's door down Bitch, this is war now, and you'll never beat me All you do is cheat me out of Quotables But you know that you'll always see me on your TV ‘Cause you've got to stay up 'til three in the mornin' To see your video played once on BET So, hee hee hee, who has the last laugh? Aftermath, yeah So, on behalf of our whole staff, kiss our asshole cracks We'll never fold or hold back Just know that Benzino's wack; no matter how many times I say his name, he'll never blow, jack You're better off tryin' to bring RSO back Look at your track record, that's how far it goes back It's extortion, and Ray owns a portion So, half of the staff up there is fresh out of jail from Boston Bullyin' and bossin' Dave like a slave They completely brainwashed him, and forced him to stay Locked in his own office Afraid of the softest, fakest, wannabe gangsta in New York And it's pitiful, ‘cause I would have never said shit if you'd Have kept your mouth shut, bitch, now what? Hit it, Clue! Spit it, Slay! New shit, Exclusive Yo, Lantern, yo Whoo Kid You know what to do with this Use it, I'm through, this is stupid I can't believe I stooped to this bullshit to do this And who you callin' a bitch?...bitch!, You owe me!You might also like47

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Taking My Ball

Eminem

[Intro] Yo, Dre, man Make my vocals sound sexy, woo! Come on, man, come on, man, okay [Chorus] It feels so wrong 'cause it feels so right But it's all right, it's okay with me I'll do my steps all by myself I don't need nobody to play with me But if you just give me a chance I can put you in a trance the way I dance But don't nobody wanna play with me So I'm taking my ball and going home, home [Verse 1: Eminem] I'm that guy, man, shove a diamond up my hind end And crush it with my butt muscles while I cut vocals Slut poke holes in ya shirt, jump in mud puddles While I stomp mudholes in ya ass, girl, now let's cuddle Blood curdlin', you're gurglin' on your blood, what'll I do for my next trick? I'm feelin' wonderful I think I might just do somethin' a little less subtle Shove a fuckin' Tonka truck up a little kid's butthole Feel the wrath of a psychopath slash ambassador Of the Valentine's Day Massacre slash assassin I slash her in the ass with a icicle And leave her layin' in a blood bath while I Put a catheter in and jump in the bath with her In my Spider-Man mask, man, just imagine the Fun I can have with a strap-on Stick it up Kim Kardashian's ass and make the bitch run a triathlon Are those pistachios? Damn, I'd like to have some Laying on the patio, man, rolling a fat one Shady, drop the magic marker, put the cap on Goddamn, man, are you that much of an asshole? You might also like[Chorus] It feels so wrong 'cause it feels so right But it's all right, it's okay with me I'll do my steps all by myself I don't need nobody to play with me But if you just give me a chance I can put you in a trance the way I dance But don't nobody wanna play with me So I'm taking my ball and going home, home [Verse 2: Eminem] I'm like Houdini, tuck my teenie eenie weenie between each One of my thighs and make it disappear like a genie Make the shit disappear like Tara Reid in a bikini Believe me, homie, you don't know the meaning of a meanie They call me the fruit loop from Jupiter, I'm tryna manoeuvre the Hoover up in your poop chute, don't move or ya Might get it stuck so fuckin' far up in your uvula You ain't gonna know what he was tryna do to ya gluteus (Woo) Totally tubular, sniffin' glue through a tube in the studio Now who do ya think is more fruitier? Wiener smothered in peanut butter, puttin' on a tube of ya Eye shadow and man, it looked nice, you should've seen it, mother I think I'll put a piece of art on my Visa card Then I'll go beat Mischa Barton with a Cuisinart Then mosey on over to Rosie O'Donnell's with McDonald's Jump on her lap then watch The Sopranos [Chorus] It feels so wrong 'cause it feels so right But it's all right, it's okay with me I'll do my steps all by myself I don't need nobody to play with me But if you just give me a chance I can put you in a trance the way I dance But don't nobody wanna play with me So I'm taking my ball and going home, home [Verse 3: Eminem] Shady, what are you doin' chewin' on a human? Grab an aluminum bat, hit Heidi Klum in the back, boom! And Assumin' the fact that that dude's in the back room Usin' the bathroom, vacuumin' a raccoon Skewin' a rat, a cat screwin' a baboon You shouldn't ask what is he doin' with that broom You should be glad he ain't leave you full of stab wounds You in a trance, I'm back doing my dance, ooh But they're afraid I might get Sarah Palin by the hair And make her wear a bathin' suit and take her parasailin' Shady, why do you gotta pick on the lady for? Why you make her read eighty-four bedtime stories to you in baby talk? 'Cause I'm scared, there's monsters under my bed Kellie Pickler hid my juice box under my bassinet No wonder my ass is wet, my diaper needs to be changed You like graffiti, dyke? Well, I can pee-pee and write your name [Chorus] It feels so wrong 'cause it feels so right But it's all right, it's okay with me I'll do my steps all by myself I don't need nobody to play with me But if you just give me a chance I can put you in a trance the way I dance But don't nobody wanna play with me So I'm taking my ball and going home, home [Outro] Fine, nobody wants to play with me? Fuck you then, bitch! You guys are always mean to me anyways All you ever do is rub gum in my hair and stuff You guys are gonna make me-, make me sad, I'm sad I'm gonna cry, I'm crying I'm going to tell my mom Mom!20

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Leave Dat Boy Alone

D12

[Hook: Eminem] Y’all better leave dat boy alone ‘Cause if they don't, y’all know he gon' come back on 'em And they don't want him to come back strong I wouldn't dare get that boy going I said leave dat boy alone 'Cause y'all don't know him That there boy he out cold And that there boy he been known To tear some shit up when he in that zone [Post-Hook: Eminem] Better leave that boy alone Better leave that boy alone Better leave that boy alone 'Cause you don't want to get that boy going Better leave that boy alone Better leave that boy alone Better leave that boy alone 'Cause you don't want to get that boy going [Verse 1: Swift] It's my attitude that's making me bust shit I ain't to be fucked with So basically niggas wasting they time trying to touch Swift I run with a bunch of killers that dealt with punks Be turning ghost 'fore you be looking at yourself get stomped I'm a dysfunctional bastard who will puncture your ass With a mag and, I'll be glad to send another one after you Without no hesitation, I'll run up in your house and wake your spouse up And give her gun to mouth resuscitation A niggas information, they haunted and they sad Got you mad cause they shitting through their stomach in a bag We coming too strong so it's irrelevant to blast you We master ready, slash like relatives of Manson When you hear us niggas think it's elephants dancing Coming near us Is the worst mistake that could ever happen When I'm in my vehicle, I'm pulling you in I guarantee the world will never see you again Motherfucker You might also like[Hook: Eminem] Yall better leave dat boy alone Cause if they don't, yall know he gon' come back on 'em And they don't want him to come back strong I wouldn't dare get that boy going I said leave dat boy alone 'Cause y'all don't know him That there boy he out cold And that there boy he been known To tear some shit up when he in that zone [Verse 2: Kon Artis] Honest to god I usually try to keep to my self But it's kinda hard when you surrounded by ignorance, well Let me explain something to ya A real street nigga ain't trying to get in the streets He's trying to get out, feel me? And he ain't the type of dude to pop a E and get drunk And wave his heat all in the air like he's some dumb ho punk At least a soldier in the army lose his life over a cause That nigga's dying over pride to prove he got balls I play keyboards, I don't play beef You borrow guns, I own shit that explode when it hit You think it's fun that you homesick and you can't really get sleep Cause you done laid a nigga down, but that ain't me Well my conscience won't allow me to make decisions in vain I'm a man, I do my bidding and I do it again If you take it to that level, I take it to whoever Want to harm me and my family, Runyon Avenue forever [Hook: Eminem] Yall better leave dat boy alone Cause if they don't, yall know he gon' come back on 'em And they don't want him to come back strong I wouldn't dare get that boy going I said leave dat boy alone 'Cause y'all don't know him That there boy he out cold And that there boy he been known To tear some shit up when he in that zone [Verse 3: Kuniva] Now people know I live trifling, I express it through writing If you can't feel it, then I must express it through fighting And I just bought me a new gauge and added on a new knife And I strike people so fast, niggas think I threw lightning Clash with a few titans blasted a few hype men Been harassed by two dykes who wanted Lou Pikner Plus you know I'm too violent, to be out with you whiling Cause as soon as you driving I'm a spit a few live ones And I love to Kuniv' son, and you love ya life run I know how to hide guns, from skinny to wide ones Go buy me a long sub and hide it inside buns You looking for hoes, and up in here you going find none You niggas done tried once, and you can kiss my nuts You soft little dry cunts, get stomped till your eyes shut No time for the why whats, I'm writing these five words "Fuck you dick riding niggas," count it, it's five words [Hook: Eminem] Yall better leave dat boy alone Cause if they don't, yall know he gon' come back on 'em And they don't want him to come back strong I wouldn't dare get that boy going I said leave dat boy alone 'Cause y'all don't know him That there boy he out cold And that there boy he been known To tear some shit up when he in that zone [Post-Hook: Eminem] Better leave that boy alone Better leave that boy alone Better leave that boy alone 'Cause you don't want to get that boy going Better leave that boy alone Better leave that boy alone Better leave that boy alone 'Cause you don't want to get that boy going [Outro] Swifty McVay (that boy he hot to death) Mr. Porter (that boy he hot to death) THE Kuniva (that boy he hot to death) Yep, better step before you get beat to death Yall don't want to get dem there boys Dem there boys be makin' noise Dem there boys got all kind of toys You better step before you get destroyed D12 Dem there boys they hot to death them boys [Outro: 50 Cent] Like everybody who purchased my CD, then they'll need to learn what to tell 'em what you like about me6

Hip-Hop

Hard in da Paint

Waka Flocka Flame

[Intro] Lex Luger That nigga Lex Luger Flocka! [Chorus] I go hard in the motherfucking paint, nigga Leave you stinking, nigga, what the fuck you thinking, nigga? I won't die for this shit or what the fuck I say Front yard, broad day with the SK See Gucci, that's my motherfucking nigga I hang in the 'Dale with them Hit Squad killers Waka Flocka Flame, one hood-ass nigga Riding real slow, bending corners, my nigga (Flocka!) [Verse 1] Got a main bitch (And?) got a mistress (What else?) A couple girlfriends, I'm so hood-rich Keep my dick hard (Yeah) and keep me smoking You'll get bills free, shawty, no joking (Real talk) And what I stand for? (Flocka!) Brick Squad (Brick Squad) I'ma die for this shawty, man, I swear to God In the trap with some killers and some hood niggas Where you at? Where you trap? You ain't hood, nigga (Bow!) Keep this shit 300, put that shit on my hood (Flocka) Crips fucking with me, G's and the Vice Lords (Brrrrrrr) Esé and amigos freestyle off the dome Brick Squad, Waka Flocka Flame is fucking home (Flocka!) See Waka Flocka Flame LiveGet tickets as low as $65You might also like[Chorus] I go hard in the motherfucking paint, nigga Leave you stinking, nigga, what the fuck you thinking, nigga? I won't die for this shit or what the fuck I say (Brick Squad) Front yard, broad day with the SK See, Gucci, that's my motherfucking nigga I hang in the 'Dale with them Hit Squad killers Waka Flocka Flame, one hood-ass nigga Riding real slow, bending corners, my nigga [Verse 2] What's up, pussy nigga? (What's up?) What's up, punk nigga? (What's up?) They got on that nigga Make your momma's momma miss you Hope you got your killers with you Hope you got your niggas with you Hope your goons riding with you They gon' fucking miss you, nigga Nigga with a attitude like Eaze and Cube When my little brother died, I said: "Fuck school!" I picked the burner up, then I grabbed some marijuana Two years later, screaming: "Now I'm here, your honor!" Glock 9, the SK, if you want the beef Shawty, point blank range, I'll put your ass to sleep Shawty, talk is cheap, so watch what you say Broad day in the air like this shit legal (Flocka!) [Chorus] I go hard in the motherfucking paint, nigga Leave you stinking, nigga, what the fuck you thinking, nigga? I won't die for this shit or what the fuck I say (Brick Squad) Front yard, broad day with the SK (Bop-bop-bop-bop-bow!) See Gucci, that's my motherfucking nigga I hang in the 'Dale with them Hit Squad killers Waka Flocka Flame one hood-ass nigga Riding real slow, bending corners, my nigga [Break] Flocka, Waka Waka, Waka, Waka (Flocka) Waka, Waka, Waka (Flocka) Flocka, Flocka, Flocka (Waka) Waka, Waka, Waka (Flocka) Waka Flocka, Flocka, (Waka) Waka Flocka Flame, Brick Squad Yuh, yuh, yuh Yuh, yuh, Brick Squad Yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh Yuh, yuh, Brick Squad Yuh [Chorus] I go hard in the motherfucking paint, nigga Leave you stinking, nigga, what the fuck you thinking, nigga? I won't die for this shit or what the fuck I say (Brick Squad) Front yard, broad day with the SK (Bop-bop-bop-bop-bop-bow!) See Gucci, that's my motherfucking nigga I hang in the 'Dale with them Hit Squad killers Waka Flocka Flame, one hood-ass nigga Riding real slow, bending corners, my nigga (Flocka!)54

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FACK

Eminem

[Chorus] Ow, ow, ow (Oh, goddamn!) I'm gonna facking cum! (Oh, shit!) Fack, fack, fack (Fuck, I am!) I am, I'm going to cum (I'm cumming!) [Verse 1] (Oh yeah, God!) I never seen no chick like this This bitch can twist like a damn contortionist Condom on my dick? Of course it is This bitch don't know what abortion is So I can't cum in her, fucks like a porn star Looks like Jenna, fack, I'm gonna Cum, I think my rubber's comin' off But oh, it's so fucking wet and soft Fuck, I'm gonna start lettin' off I'm squirting and she's not gettin' off And she's on top, I'm gonna facking Oh, God, oh, don't do that Don't, stop, stop, don't, I don't mean "don't stop" Ow, wait a minute, ow, ow, fuck I, I'm gonna fucking cum! (*Squirt squirt squirt*) [Chorus] Ow, ow, ow (Oh, goddamn!) I'm gonna fucking cum! (Oh, shit!) Fack, fack, fack (Fuck, I am!) I am, I'm going to cum (I'm cumming!) You might also like[Verse 2] (Oh, yeah, God!) Ooh, wow, boom that pow Ooh, ow, I need a cigarette now Ow, I'm so fucking hot And you're so fucking hot Oh my god, I wanna facking fack No, not "fuck", I said "fack" F-A-C-K, F-A-C-K Fack, fack, fack, facking freak me! Oh yeah, girl see, baby, they call me Mr. Freaky Let's call your sister, three-way Have some threesome, me so horny And you're such a fucking babe I wanna go down on you—fuck, you shaved?! Oh, goddamn, here I go again I'm gonna cum, I am! [Chorus] Ow, ow, ow (Oh, goddamn!) I'm gonna facking cum! (Oh, shit!) Fack, fack, fack (Fuck, I am!) I am, I'm going to cum (I'm cumming!) [Interlude] I'm Slim Shady, uh, uh, uh I'm Slim Shady, uh, uh, uh I'm Slim Shady, uh, uh, uh I'm Slim Shady, uh, uh, uh [Verse 3] Okay, I'm done, I already came twice You ain't gonna make me cum I'm all outta gas, not so fast Uh, your finger just went in my ass Ow, that hurts, take it out now Oh, wait a minute, aw Put it back in, in-in-in This don't mean I'm gay, I don't like men I like boobs, boobs, boobs Now see that gerbil, grab that tube Shove it up my butt Let that little rascal nibble on my asshole, uhh Yeah, right there, right there Ahh, I'm cumming, oh, yeah Fack, I just came again Okay, pull it out now, enhh Oh, fuck yeah Wait, he's not out, he's still crawling around up there Ow, fuck, I think it's stuck Ow, but it feels so fucking good [Chorus] Ow, ow, ow (Oh, goddamn!) I'm gonna facking cum! (Oh, shit!) Fack, fack, fack (Fuck, I am!) I am, I'm going to cum (I'm cumming!) [Outro] Shove a gerbil in your ass through a tube Shove a gerbil in your ass through a tube Shove a gerbil in your ass through a tube Shove a gerbil in your ass through a tube Ew, ew, ew, ew139

Rap

It Has Been Said

The Notorious B.I.G.

[Verse 1: Eminem] It has been said that there has been known to be bloodshed Over bread, men who have bled to death, dead Strapped to beds, pipe bombs, dynamite, lead Money, power, respect, street cred, yeah It's scary, ain't it? Picture yourself going out as a hero Picture mural pictures of us painted all over street corners Fans meet to mourn us, while we meet the coroners Notorious tried to warn us We watched, so many piggybacked off of Biggie's back and 'Pac's, landmarks, history in rap Statistically in fact; it's so sad to see us re-enact These tragic events, which lead us back To where we left off on March 9th To come from such hard knock lives And make it up out of 'em, hit the spotlights And, once they're on us this is our lives Thrust out for all eyes to cast upon us To see who can last the longest And he who lasts the longest must be the strongest In this concrete jungle where this dog eat dog mentality comes from It's origin, which is usually originated from cats who starving Or it could just be somebody's aura, that just horri-fies And applies to his persona or the sizes In his entou-rage that intimidates the people To the point that you know that he's gangster He ain't just say shit, you just believe it You might also like[Verse 2: Obie Trice] Since B.I.G. taught us niggas to think big I'm been about my business since then, so anxious It ain't how we live, it's what he said, he did it for Brooklyn This I took in, sent chills through my skin Vicious, I'm experiencing the same sights as him It's what excited Obie to write these poems Rolling, going through the same shit he spoken Open up my eyes so there's no limit in them skies When Ready to Die was a sick part of my life Palming that forty-five, plotting to pop my mind Then that crooked eye Jamaican I'd so many times rewind Got me to walk a straight line and get up on my grind Get up out the system, who could give him better signs No pop of mine could top Big Poppa rhymes So possibly I'd be popular, huh? That's the inspiration I got from my nigga B.I [Verse 3: Diddy] I took him from coal to diamond, I molded his mind Into the most phenomenal artist of any and all time I made a Frankenstein, my design impressed Backpackers and press who said my house was a mess Critics lashed, said I made a fortune off of his passing All I did was build a dynasty off of his passion And I'm addressing the adolescents absent to who he is The original king of New York, Christopher Wallace This is a promise on Diddy's honor, I'm a father T'Yanna And teach her that with all the drama don't even bother On repeat, all of your albums play back to back And I visit your grave 'cause our friendship's intact An immaculate concept, extravagant progress Bullet wounds left in my heart, I'm yelling "God bless" Regardless to critics yelling that East/West I seen the game losing, I'm just pressing the reset And when the resurrection of you shines through an individual Lyrical enough to wear the same crown of thorns literally I'ma pay homage, Brooklyn's finest Whether it's Queens or Harlem it'll be instant stardom, nigga (nigga)6

Hip-Hop

Fire Flame (Remix)

Birdman

[Chorus: Lil Wayne] Fire Flame, Flame, Fire Flame Spitters Fire Flame, Flame, Fire Flame Spitters Bitch We tha Bizness, Hundred Million Dollars Bitch We tha Bizness, Hundred Million Dollars [Verse 1: Lil Wayne] Fresh out from my bid, bitch, it’s Lil Tunechi I Lucille Ball, bitch I love Lucy If these niggas dogs, I’m animal cruelty Don't fuck with me at all, cause I’m twisted like in a Rubik's Cube, oh my, look how the time has flown And they say time is of the essence, but what if their clock is wrong? But all my problems will be second and all my worries will be gone I’ll have money bags for breakfast smell like “Bitch, I’m rich cologne” Ha, I’m so relaxed my Gucci flats ain't got a scratch If you got a problem with I, well I will fix them cataracts They say it cost to be the boss, I paid the price including tax Bitch I’m a fire flame spitter and, to me, you niggas wax [Chorus: Lil Wayne] Fire Flame, Flame, Fire Flame Spitters Fire Flame, Flame, Fire Flame Spitters Bitch We tha Bizness, Hundred Million Dollars Bitch We tha Bizness, Hundred Million Dollars You might also like[Verse 2: Birdman] In this World with my Tommy gun, banana clip the red rum 100 millions dollars, put my life down for my son Spend a little cash, bust a nigga ass 5-star nigga, 2 mill on the dash Yeah, militant minded Uptown soldier, you have been blinded Grinding all the time, bitch, stunting, and we shining Diving in deep shit, the money keep climbing Blah, the bottles keep popping Dom P, Rose, Perrier popping Them bitches see we rocking the whips we be rocking Iced up, tatted up, fire flame blaaap [Chorus: Lil Wayne] Fire Flame, Flame, Fire Flame Spitters Fire Flame, Flame, Fire Flame Spitters Bitch We tha Bizness, Hundred Million Dollars Bitch We tha Bizness, Hundred Million Dollars [Verse 3: Lil Wayne] I got pussy coming to me Shotgun in my draws, make your woman bite the bullet Sitting in my hog, tell my chauffeur, “To the penthouse” Pockets so deep, it's like my money gotta swim out Marley say fuck 'em, Scoob say fuck 'em Bitch I’m still the best overall like a jumper Weezy F-F, fire flame spitter Hundred million dollars, pocket change, nigga [Verse 4: Birdman] See these first class flights, we strapped up in the trenches Nigga want some business, bitch, we getting it in this business Some ten figure niggas, blood rich gang nigga Fire flame spitters, point blank nigga Money and the power, swag out the shower Spending nigga, then them pussies running like some cowards Bigger Than Life nigga, C4, bitch A hundred million dolllars, my son born rich Blaaapp [Chorus: Lil Wayne] Fire Flame, Flame, Fire Flame Spitters Fire Flame, Flame, Fire Flame Spitters Bitch We tha Bizness, Hundred Million Dollars Bitch We tha Bizness, Hundred Million Dollars

Hip-HopRap

Nuttin’ to Do

Bad Meets Evil

[Intro: Royce Da 5'9" + Eminem] What? Uh The Bad! Yeah The Evil! The Bad, the Evil! Put 'em together... [Hook: Royce Da 5'9", Eminem & Both] Yo, if it wasn't for your whip, I'd have nothing to strip If it wasn't for a wrist, I'd have nothing to slit If it wasn't for the shrooms, I'd have nothing to chew I'm just fucking with you, 'cause I got nothing to do [Verse 1: Eminem, Eminem w/ Royce da 5'9"] I came in the diner with skateboarders and placed orders Ate hors d'œuvres and hit the waiter with plate warmers Let you inhale the Glock smell while I'm ripping your wallet off And slipping a Molotov in your cocktail Burning your contracts, punch your A&R in the face Smash his glasses and turn 'em to contacts I'm on some Suge shit; if it's missing, I took it (Whoops) "Nurse, look at this straitjacket; it's crooked" I go to jail and murder you from a cell Put a knife in an envelope and have you stabbed in the mail (FedEx) So how do you describe someone with a decapitated head When the rest of his body's still alive running? You might also like[Verse 2: Royce da 5'9"] Coming with five gunmen, waiting to do a drive-by So when you see the black 500, hide from it For every hundred emcees rhyming about birds Only about two thirds, I really said it without words Yo, you ain't a thug, I can make you bitch up Pick the fifth up, cock, spit You would swear it's raining slugs (What) I'm the hottest shit in the industry (Uh-huh) I got every thug on the block that get a wind of me, defending me You lack class and respect, get a direct backblast The Bad and Evil mad rap, I cover the Bad half You know how a thug in this shit'll end up Spit a round, lift your chin up You get hit, ten down and ten up (What) I take it if you run your mouth, then you wanna get sent up Heat it up, you be leaking blood and spitting phlegm up Now we rivals 'cause of a small name or title (What) You stepped, got devoured and left with a flower and Bible [Hook: Royce da 5'9", Eminem & Both] Yo, if it wasn't for your whip, I'd have nothing to strip If it wasn't for a wrist, I'd have nothing to slit If it wasn't for the shrooms, I'd have nothing to chew I'm just fucking with you, 'cause I got nothing to do Yo, if it wasn't for your whip, I'd have nothing to strip If it wasn't for a wrist, I'd have nothing to slit If it wasn't for the shrooms, I'd have nothing to chew I'm just fucking with you, 'cause I got nothing to do [Verse 3: Eminem] Forget a chorus, my metaphors are so complicated It takes six minutes to get applause (Yay) And by the time you all catch on, I'mma end your career And walk away with the whole floor so you have nothing to fall back on I'll throw you off of ten floors (Ahhhhh!) Pull a fucking headache out of my head, and put it in yours (Take this) I'm indoors, waiting for this acid to seep in my skin pores To go outdoors and do some in-stores This bitch wanted to blow me, I said, "It oughta happen— You swallow cum, bitch?" "No, but I brought a napkin" Getting skully while I'm autographing Got my daughter laughing 'cause I sent her mother whitewater rafting I'm not a fact, I'm a proven fear Mr. Rogers blocked up my U-haul screaming "You ain't moving here" Lorena Bobbitt—c'mere, want a souvenir? I've been high as fuck, since I was a juvi-neer "Juvenile?" Same difference, I need some 'caine 'Cause I ain't sniffed since I woke up to seven slain infants (Oh, my God) Brain implants and they say there's a slim chance I won't stay the same 'cause I traded brains with a chimpanz' (Ohhh!) [Verse 4: Royce Da 5'9"] Walking in swamp water with an M-16 Out for the blood, shove a gun in the mouth of a thug To break braces (What), you say grace and make faces I'll display hate and break you in eight places (What) Take paces, turn around draw in a standoff Precise aim, ice in my vein, blowing your hand off Dancing with the Devil leading I won't die, I'm never leaving (What) I pledge allegiance to forever breathing Street niggas with nuts, what? My meat's bigger Fake-ass thugs with toy guns and cheap triggers With a death wish, thinking I'm the nigga to mess with Let the Tec lift, direct chest hit, melt your necklace For instance, you just a henchmen, on tough soil (What) A follower never had heart, he just loyal Thugs is glass doors, I see through 'em, put the heat to 'em Be careful—you might get what you ask for [Hook: Royce da 5'9", Eminem & Both] Yo, if it wasn't for your whip, I'd have nothing to strip If it wasn't for a wrist, I'd have nothing to slit If it wasn't for the shrooms, I'd have nothing to chew I'm just fucking with you, 'cause I got nothing to do Yo, if it wasn't for your whip, I'd have nothing to strip If it wasn't for a wrist, I'd have nothing to slit If it wasn't for the shrooms, I'd have nothing to chew I'm just fucking with you, 'cause I got nothing to do8

Hip-Hop

I Need a Doctor

Dr. Dre

[Chorus: Skylar Grey] I'm about to lose my mind You've been gone for so long I'm runnin' out of time I need a doctor, call me a doctor I need a doctor, doctor To bring me back to life [Verse 1: Eminem] I told the world, one day I would pay it back Say it on tape, and lay it, record it So that one day I could play it back But I don't even know if I believe it when I'm sayin' that Doubts startin' to creep in, every day, it's just so gray and black Hope, I just need a ray of that, 'cause no one sees my vision When I play it for 'em, they just say it's wack But they don't know what dope is And I don't know if I was awake or asleep when I wrote this All I know is, you came to me when I was at my lowest You picked me up, breathed new life in me, I owe my life to you But for the life of me, I don't see why you don't see like I do But it just dawned on me you lost a son Demons fightin' you, it's dark Let me turn on the lights and brighten me and enlighten you I don't think you realize what you mean to me Not the slightest clue 'Cause me and you were like a crew, I was like your sidekick You gon' either wanna fight when I get off this fuckin' mic Or you gon' hug me, but I'm outta options There's nothin' else I can do 'cause— You might also like[Chorus: Skylar Grey] I'm about to lose my mind You've been gone for so long I'm runnin' out of time I need a doctor, call me a doctor I need a doctor, doctor To bring me back to life [Verse 2: Eminem] It hurts when I see you struggle, you come to me with ideas You say they're just pieces, so I'm puzzled 'Cause the shit I hear is crazy But you're either gettin' lazy or you don't believe in you no more Seems like your own opinions, not one you can form Can't make a decision, you keep questionin' yourself Second guessin' and it's almost like you're beggin' for my help Like I'm your leader, you're supposed to fuckin' be my mentor I can endure no more, I demand you remember who you are It was you who believed in me when everyone was tellin' you Don't sign me, everyone at the fuckin' label, let's tell the truth You risked your career for me, I know it as well as you Nobody wanted to fuck with the white boy Dre, I'm cryin' in this booth You saved my life, now maybe it's my turn to save yours But I can never repay you, what you did for me is way more But I ain't givin' up faith, and you ain't givin' up on me Get up, Dre, I'm dyin', I need you Come back, for fuck's sake, 'cause— [Chorus: Skylar Grey] I'm about to lose my mind You've been gone for so long I'm runnin' out of time I need a doctor, call me a doctor I need a doctor, doctor To bring me back to life Bring me back to life Bring me back to life I need a doctor, doctor To bring me back to life [Verse 3: Dr. Dre] It literally feels like a lifetime ago But I still remember the shit like it was just yesterday, though You walked in, yellow jump suit, whole room, cracked jokes Once you got inside the booth, told you, mic smoke Went through friends, some of them I put on, but they just left They said they was ridin' to the death But where the fuck are they now, now that I need them? I don't see none of them, all I see is Slim Fuck all you fair-weather friends, all I need is him Fuckin' backstabbers When the chips were down, you just laughed at us Now you 'bout to feel the fuckin' wrath of Aftermath, faggots You gon' see us in our lab jackets and ask where the fuck we been? You can kiss my indecisive ass crack, maggots And the cracker's ass, little cracker jack beat Makin' wack math, backwards producers; I'm back, bastards One more CD and then I'm packin' up my bags And as I'm leavin', I'll guarantee they'll scream: "Dre, don't leave us like that, man", 'cause— [Chorus: Skylar Grey] I'm about to lose my mind You've been gone for so long I'm runnin' outta time I need a doctor, call me a doctor I need a doctor, doctor To bring me back to life153

Hip-HopRap

Get My Gun

D12

[Intro: Eminem & Kon Artis] *Gun being cocked* I'm gonna get my gun! This motherfucker wants to disrespect me? Em, Em, what the fuck you doing, man I got something for his ass Calm down! No, YOU calm down! Man, what's your problem Fuck that, the motherfucker wants to pop shit to me!? Man, he wasn't popping shit You heard him, he was popping that shit! What shit? That shit, you heard him! He asked for your autograph! [Verse 1: Swifty McVay] I'm mass murderer, pack burners to blast further then you can get My shit be shooting through bricks I mix anything together, I done guillotine a nigga Keep a heater that pop clips with seventeen or better I'll be severing heads, I'm in everyone's nightmare A nigga that can never ever be scared of the feds Send the niggas that'll fuck with you Stab and brass knuckle you Then have you in the public, there's nothing that you can do Enough with you're motherfucking tough talk, you're soft Get you're balls blew off, from a sawed-off, I'm raw dog Crazier then all y'all, wet you like the navy when I'm angry You'll never catch me hanging in a Narc's car All I have is thought of, breathing evil Desert Eagles will eat through people When I see you I'mma heat your beef slow Fuck being peaceful, the piece in the vehicle and (I'm gonna get my gun!) You might also like[Hook: Eminem] This motherfucker's popping that shit Nah, fuck that, I'll be right back (fuck you) (I'm gonna get my gun!) Nah, motherfucker, fuck you You ain't disrespecting me like that (I'm gonna get my gun!) Walk to the room, sixteen shot clip Bitch, how you like that (I'm gonna get my gun!) Bet you ain't know that I'm strapped Nice one, bitch, this is my gat (I'm gonna get my gun!) [Verse 2: Kuniva] I bring it to niggas looking as if they want trouble I send they body flipping around like a stunt double Forget about the fighting, scrapping, squabing, bucking I'll squeeze the piece you jumping, dodging, ducking Squatting under trucks and screaming "that nigga's bluffing" (you bluffin') I cuff my nuts while cussing "don't trust him" I round up Runyan, Dave, Wood and Nico My nigga Big I and Mal' letting the heat blow Heat seek hoes got A&E closed Cause you keep shooting at me and missing like Shaq's free-throws You gotta get a little closer if you wanna try Pistol whip a soldier, with a missile on his shoulders We can fold or blow your brick house into some tiny boulders A grimy, older cat will leave you with a tiny odor I'm doggish, you feeling froggish, then leap bitch My car is right across the street bitch and (I'm gonna get my gun!) [Verse 3: Proof] My whole outfit count clips, get your house lit the fuck up Your spouse shit, and your mouse clip Better bounce, bitch, countless, slugs I'mma send Watch you holler when the hollow tips go through your skin I'm in love with the sin, tell Bugz I'mma see him When I cock back, right, I’ll put your blood on your friends Make a rug outta him, bust a slug on his chin Ain't going nowhere like the drugs outta Kim I'm a psycho icon, a mightful might bomb Get a eye full of lead when I slight your lights out With a street cleaner, wipe your life out Bullets gnaw at your ears, like a Tyson fight bout Fuck the night clout, guns, clips... (I'm gonna get my...) Fuck that, run bitch! Hit the streets talks, chumps don't know me Ain't no prob to leave your whole bod' holey [Hook fades out in the background] This motherfucker's popping that shit... [Break: Eminem] Dumbass motherfuckers always gotta come to me with some dumb shit Fucking I done told this motherfucker Wassup, bitch?! (*cocks gun*) Autograph this! (*gun jams*) Oh shit... (I'm gonna get my gun!) [Verse 4: Eminem] I'm trying to pull the trigger but it's stuck, fuck My shit is all jammed up, ugh Come on, you cock-sucking, good-for-nothing Motherfuckin' piece of shit shoot, ah Yeah! What up, bitch!? Say that shit again Shot, the bullet missed, hit a brick, bounced of it Ricocheted back in his shin Went through his bitch on a way back, hit his friend Payback homie, don't play that shit is spin To be on I told you to leave this shit alone Or... (I'm gonna get my gun!) And it's a shame, I'm too drunk to even aim Denaun stepped in the way and I shot him in his leg It's like [Verse 5: Kon Artis] Bang, bang, bang, nigga, pow, pow, pow Everybody busting rounds like they "Ra', Ra', Ra'" But when you see me in the street I be like, what's up, now (what up) Their bodyguard be stepping in trying to calm shit down (chill out, bitch) Fuck that! I got a bone to pick You said it then we should address like some grown man shouldn't we Then me and you could talk about our problems couldn't we Just shoot a fair one and handle this situation seriously I guess not, you want to resort to the heater So I gotta grab my Mac and my Uzi and my Nina Step in between us and get shot But get separated with the squeaza You ain't ready for war, Runyon ain't nothing to play with [Hook: Eminem] This motherfucker's popping that shit Nah, fuck that, I'll be right back (fuck you) (I'm gonna get my gun!) Nah, motherfucker, fuck you You ain't disrespecting me like that (I'm gonna get my gun!) Walk to the room, sixteen shot clip Bitch, how you like that (I'm gonna get my gun!) Bet you ain't know that I'm strapped Nice one, bitch, this is my gat (I'm gonna get my gun!) [Verse 6: Bizarre] Walk to Rite-Aid for a can of spaghetti It's been one hour, bitch, my photos ain't ready Pictures of my dog and my family reunion It's been two hours and my fucking days ruined Hey, Kate, do you wanna get raped Have my pictures on fucking Philips 38 That's why I don't be fucking battle rapping Cause every time I lose, this what the fuck happens *Gunshots* Back to the pictures I was trying to get developed This man tried to get in front of me, I wouldn't let him I'm ready to blow this bitch's brains out I'm nervous, I farted, some shit came out Times up, shot her with a gun Got on my cellphone and called Reverend Run And all this crazy shit, I regret it All because I wanted to see Elton John naked4

Hip-Hop

Bitch

D12

[Intro: Eminem & Bizarre] I always got something for the bitches These bitches always be all, giggling and shit But they get mad when their favorite song don't come on in the club Catch an attitude and shit So we got one for them, it goes like this [Verse 1: Eminem] We wrote a song for the hoes You like to hear it, here it goes A little something you probably won't hear on your radios So when it comes on in the club it's one that everyone knows And if I'm talking too fast it just means you're listening too slow And if you listen a little faster maybe you'll catch up, bitch Ju jah jah jah dah du ju jah, you just made me mess up, bitch Blibiri babiler blabber, it don't matter, I'm just blabbering Like you understand what I'm saying anyway I'm just traveling in one ear and I'm out the other You're so fucking drunk all you hear is the beat b-b-beat I could be saying anything, just get your ass on the floor Wear the same pants that you wore from the day before Baby and shake that ass like a whore [Chorus: Eminem & Kon Artis] Yeah, I'm talking to you, bitch Get up and dance, bitch Wiggle that ass, bitch Yeah that's it, bitch Yeah, I called you a bitch, bitch What you going to do about it, bitch? Sit there and cry like a little bitch, bitch Get up and dance, bitch Wiggle that ass bitch You little trash, bitch Yeah, that's it Yeah, I called you a trash, bitch Not trailer trash, switch Take the person you with and exchange partner, bitch You might also like[Verse 2: Swifty, Eminem] Tell me that it ain't no hanging and fuck calling home Until you look at me, before you answer the phone When I flee, your ass can get naked and be as free As you wanna-be freak, but I'm taking the key with me You ain't gonna get shit, so don't even ask Disrespect my wishes (Bitch) I'll beat your ass Watch me coming home full, eating half of your doggy bag And I leave laughing, while you calling me on the rag I'm the type that might cut off the lights when I hit And before she cut them on, Kuniva already (Switched) Your ass ain't even riding with Swift unless you're hoeing When I'm done, I'll throw you out and ask you where you going [Verse 3: Bizarre & Eminem] Ho ain't the only thing you call a girl: Slut, Tramp Oh, how you doing, Sheryl? Ever since I was eight I been starting to hate I said fuck the hoes and started eating cheesecake Scrambled eggs and steak, strawberries and grapes Damn that sounds great, hold on wait... Bizzy! Okay back to the bitches, wash the dishes after that Give me stitches, a fucking half-Indian chick, sucked my dick This time tomorrow, I won't remember shit Got respect for a player, got on snoop gators And they ain't Now and Laters, bitch [Chorus: Eminem & Kon Artis] Yeah, I'm talking to you, bitch Get up and dance, bitch Wiggle that ass, bitch Yeah that's it, bitch Yeah, I called you a bitch, bitch What you going to do about it, bitch? Sit there and cry like a little bitch, bitch Get up and dance, bitch Wiggle that ass bitch You little trash, bitch Yeah, that's it Yeah, I called you a trash, bitch Not trailer trash, switch Take the person you with and exchange partner, bitch [Verse 4 / Skit: Kon Artis, Kuniva & Dina Rae] Hey baby, what's up with you? Hey... Ayo, your man here with you? Nope Nah, you single, I can tell You came with them hoes, didn't you? Huh? No, he meant friends girl, excuse him, it's the liquor Hahahaha Ayo, let's get this party cracking these bitches ain't got niggas Bitches? Now you know he didn't mean that... Come on, you seen that... She all whining and shit, get this bitch a Kleenex What did he say? Nothing! He said you seem stressed Naw, you gots big breasts Huh? And you wearing your nice dress Cause I was finna say... Oh, you wasn't finna say shit! Excuse me?! He said Michael Jackson just got another face lift Oh... Dumb hoe! Nigga? Noo... Gumbo! He wanna cook it for you tonight Bitch, what up though Just fuck for a buck, do something strange for change Or make me holla for a dolla, just hop in the range Shh, shit, shut up nigga, no, shut up Man, fuck both y'all niggas See I was trying to be polite, stank ass trick Oh, somebody's jacking off tonight [Verse 5: Proof] I call you a Bitch so don't trip, I say the same to my mama I got Christina, Britney with me, shit, we bangin' Madonna Watch you strip, you want a tip, bitch? Got change for a dollar? Blow your tongue and give this one the mouth you came with a condom Quit countin' them bottles and just swallow, breathe Swallow, breathe, now swallow these seeds I know you mocha lotti Mommies won't get down on your knees You want some money, honey, damn, you must be outta your weave Hit the telly, fuck her belly, you ain't gotta go eat Plus you wanna be a model, you need a lot of more sleep I'm a pimp, bitch, don't be shy, show me them big tits Your lipstick, I want it smeared all on my limp dick For instance, bustin' nuts is only my interest So princess, don't get your feeling hurt, 'cause men just Party and bullshit 'til she gargle and swallow my dick I'm takin' the train to Spain, don't bother callin' me, bitch [Chorus: Eminem & Kon Artis] Yeah, I'm talking to you, bitch Get up and dance, bitch Wiggle that ass, bitch Yeah that's it, bitch Yeah, I called you a bitch, bitch What you going to do about it, bitch? Sit there and cry like a little bitch, bitch Get up and dance, bitch Wiggle that ass bitch You little trash, bitch Yeah, that's it Yeah, I called you a trash, bitch Not trailer trash, switch Take the person you with and exchange partner, bitch [Outro: Kon Artis & Eminem] Hahah! Yeah you heard me bitch, did I stu-stu-stutter stupid? You ain't listenin' to the words of this song anyway All you do is listen to the beats with your dumb ass, bitch! Dancing, trying to get a nigga money in the club, haha, with your stupid manipular self We was talking bout you DODO You, you dumb bitch! YOU! Haha The one that want a drink and dont want to pay for it Spend all your money you make all week on that dress And I spill a drink on it, acting like I'm drunk when I'm not I'm just tryna fuck! Haha! I'm just tryna fuck, bitch! Hahah! Wooo! D-Twizzy, yeah! Bitch! Bitch! Bitch!10

Hip-Hop

Echo

Bad Meets Evil

[Chorus: Liz Rodrigues] All around The world there's an echo As he takes A bow, and they all know All the girls, the boys They chase the noise Through the highs and through the lows They will follow the echo Echo, echo, echo They will follow the echo Echo, echo [Pre-Verse 1: Eminem] It seems like no matter what I do, I just can't get away from them Get away from what? The voices I can hear 'em callin', callin', callin', callin', callin' me [Verse 1: Eminem] I eat rappers, with the rhyme, consume 'em The only fucking thing that you consume is time, I'm super human My world is like a Rubik's Cube, it's too complex, girl, you assumin' Cupid's looming, my mentality's caveman, stupid woman My life is Truman Show, all I have is music, ho I stopped chasing every chick under the sun many moons ago, so pretend my dick is a balloon and blow But you better put a fork in it if you think I’ma lay here just spooning, yo Oh, you think you the shit 'cause I just said you was beautiful? Diabolical to my last molecule, down to my last hair follicle and cuticle Rotten to the core to the bone cold all the way down to my soul from my head to my toe Ever since I was 13 I learned how to sew and sewed shut my own bootyhole 'Cause I ain't took no shit since I looked down to my nuts and saw my first pubic grow I told these stupid hoes when I come back I’ma set this bitch on fire! And this time I don't mean I'ma pour gasoline on some chick and light her 'Cause this time when I fuck this world I’ma put the whole goddamn dick inside her I ain't even put my tip in that hole yet, I'ma go get Nickel and try to rip it wider You might also like[Chorus: Liz Rodrigues] All around The world there's an echo As he takes A bow, and they all know All the girls, the boys They chase the noise Through the highs and through the lows They will follow the echo Echo, echo, echo They will follow The echo, echo, echo [Pre-Verse 2: Royce da 5’9” & Eminem] Shh! Did you hear that? Somebody just said something Is anybody there? I can hear 'em callin', callin', callin', callin', callin' me [Verse 2: Royce da 5’9”] Classical poems, battle my own demons, I need a glass of Patron Bad as I need a horn stabbing my clavicle bone, I'm matador prone First time I seen a desert eagle I was letting the .44 buss, the .44 pop The first time you seen one, you was eating coco puffs, looking at Robocop I am not a man, I'm a logo, I'm a such thang In order to clean my veins you need Saleen, I'm never referring to the solution, I’m talking about more like the Mustang Vroom! Get respect from the get-go, hello! Step to the echo, echo, echo Pen got a mind of its own, got to write my rhymes with a timer Otherwise I’ll probably vibe out to a nine minute song As the echo follows the Maserati, as the petrol swallows I'm a thousand bodies away from a skeleton, check your Bible inside it It'll say this guy's an elephant, I’m fly like I’m killing the scene like I’m a villain with wings, I’ll sleep when I’m 6 feet deep Right now I’m living a dream, though we may be reckless The ladies check us, they whisper Shady Records, baby echo! [Chorus: Liz Rodrigues] All, around, the world, there's an echo As, he takes, a bow, and they all know All the girls, the boys, they chase the noise Through the highs and through the lows They will follow the echo, echo, echo, echo41

Hip-Hop

D12 World

D12

[Intro: Bizarre] Yeah, D-Twizzie back up in this bitch! "Eminem buddies" Buddy this, nigga [Hook: Kon Artis] Welcome to D12 World! Where you can get anything from sex, X, to girls Welcome to D12 World! Prostitutes and guns, so fuck the real world [Break] Word, word *gibberish* How do we smoke crack, how do we smoke? How do we smoke? [Verse 1: Bizarre] Fuck the silly shit, I pull a mac milli quick When D12 rock his summer it's over with All these bitches and all these hoes What the fuck you looking at me for? (You, nigga!) Oh yeah, you like my chain Wanna get your skinny ass up in the Range I like my bitches raspy and nasty I like a fat and nasty bitch named Ashley You might also like[Verse 2: Swift] I slide you dope without no procrastination And you can watch me fuck up your imagination I'm always getting drunk, and I fiend to smack hoes I mean it, I leave them screaming like pterodactyls (aaahh) This is our world [Kuniva] We'd love to smack you Hot lead flying with debris and shrapnel Ripping you to shreds, fucking up your tattoo Break into your crib, take your records and plaques too [Kon Artis] D12 is, that's who! Got you limping Still popping something purple with a bottle of gin, bitch! I fuck up your kinship, I lie in this shit Peep, I stole your mom's jeep and crashed into my street [Proof] Crazy deranged, of course we Shady's gang Of course we wear clothes with holes and blood stains No doubt, we shoot badges, born with ski masks Chew on shrooms, drink booze, and pee acid [Hook: Kon Artis] Welcome to D12 World! Where you can get anything from sex, X, to girls Welcome to D12 World! Prostitutes and guns, so fuck the real world Welcome to D12 World! Shrooms, gonorrhea, syphilis, ebola Welcome to D12 World! Aaaaahhhhh!!! [Verse 3: Kuniva] Ayo, niggas be talking shit, but they laying slump now I graduated from techs, I grip a pump now I used to be nice, but nice don't cut it Now I open they wig, if they don't open my budget, bitch! [Bizarre] Them D12 niggas, they be quick to blast I'll take my shower cap off, and whup your ass Stepping to us, you can't be the smartest Cause you'll get dropped like an Aftermath artist [Verse 4: Swift, with Kuniva, Kon Artis] They catch me mingling by a bitch with class When she turn I'll be sprinkling some shit in her glass (aahh) What part of this you can't understand? I'll emmilliate a man, worse then making a band Don't be mistaking that man He'll invite you over Real fast, and pass your ass a glass of Ebola [Kon Artis] I've been doing this for a minute And I'm starting to see my little brother Caleb Look more like a star then me That's why I just started working out Man, this shit ain't working out [Hook: Kon Artis] Welcome to D12 World! Where you can get anything from sex, X, to girls Welcome to D12 World! Prostitutes and guns, so fuck the real world Welcome to D12 World! Shrooms, gonorrhea, syphilis, ebola Welcome to D12 World! Aaaaahhhhh!!! [Outro] Hamnili-lalala Hamnili-lalala Hamnili-lalala Hamnili-lalala (*Hacks and spits*) Hamnili-lalala Hamnili-lalala Hamnili-lalala Hamnili-lalala Hamnili-lalala Hamnili-lalala Hamnili-lalala Hamnili-lalala8

Hip-Hop

Kush

Dr. Dre

[Produced by DJ Khalil; Keyboards by Danny Keyz & DJ Khalil] [Intro: Kobe & Slim the Mobster] Hold up, wait a minute (Uh-huh, I see) Let me put some kush up in it (Breathe with me now) Hold up, wait a minute (I see) Let me put some kush up in it (Breathe with me now) Hold up, wait a minute (I see) Let me put some kush up in it (Breathe with me now) Hold up, wait a minute (Yeah) Let me put some kush up in it (Yeah, yeah) [Verse 1: Dr. Dre] Now, this that "puff, puff, pass" shit, Cheech and Chong glass shit Blunts to the head, kush pillows, no mattress Speedboat traffic, bitches automatic Cross that line, fuck around and get your ass kicked We roll shit that burn slow as fucking molasses Probably won't pass it, smoke it 'til the last hit Down to the ashes, Mary J. a bad bitch Andre, 3001, another classic (One, one, one) Go ahead, ask 'em— bitches 'bout how I be smoking out (Party all night) Oh, yeah, it's goin' down Order rounds, we smoke a quarter pound of that good stuff Oh yeah, we smokin' all night Yeah, puff puff pass that shit right here Nigga, better than my last batch Caramel complexion and her ass fat You might also like[Bridge: Sly Pyper] Inhale, exhale Inhale, exhale, whoa [Hook: Akon & Sly Pyper] I know you tryna get high Type of shit that have you leanin' sideways (Whoa, oh) Take a whiff of this, suicide Holla at me, ‘cause I got it all day (Yeah, ayy) No need to fly to Jamaica For the ganja, we can get the same thing You want the bomb-bomb-diggy? Holla at my niggy right here in L.A. Inhale (L.A.), exhale (L.A.) Inhale (L.A.), exhale [Bridge: Sly "Pyper" Jordan] Hold up, wait a minute Let me put some kush up in it Hold up, wait a minute Let me put some kush up in it [Verse 2: Snoop Dogg] Hmm! Still, I am Tighter than the pants on will.i.am Black throwback Steeler hat, pound in my backpack Next to where the Swishers at, smoking presidential Got some bubba, I'll give you that, need it for my cataracts Four hoes and I'm the pimp in my Cadillac (Where my money, bitch?) You can tell them Cali back; matter-fact, they'll know This ain't 'dro, get a whiff of that No, it ain't no seeds in my sack, you ain't never gotta ask, dog "What he smokin' on?" Shit, kush 'til my mind gone What you think I'm on? Eyes low, I'm blown High as a motherfucker, yeah, ain't no questions 'bout it Niggas say, "Smoke me out," yeah, I really doubt it I'm Bob Marley reincarnated, so faded So if you want it, you know your nigga, homie You can put it in a Zag or a blunt and get blunted [Bridge: Sly Pyper] Inhale, exhale Inhale, exhale, whoa (Yessir) [Hook: Akon & Sly Pyper] I know you tryna get high Type of shit that have you leanin' sideways (Whoa, oh) Take a whiff of this, suicide Holla at me, ‘cause I got it all day (Yeah, ayy) No need to fly to Jamaica For the ganja, we can get the same thing You want the bomb-bomb-diggy? Holla at my niggy right here in L.A. Inhale (L.A.), exhale (L.A.) Inhale (L.A.), exhale [Outro: Blaqthoven & Kobe] Need that kush, we blow on the best smoke Inhale slow, no joke, make your ass choke Hold up, wait a minute, you can go put it back ‘Cause what you got in your sack, boy, it ain't that Need that kush, we blow on the best smoke Inhale slow, no joke, make your ass choke Inhale, exhale Inhale, exhale46

Hip-HopRap

American Psycho II

D12

[Intro: B-Real] Yeah, homie I thought we told you, we been fucking loco Cypress Hill, D12, bitch! [Hook: B-Real] I'm a little bit off the chain, call me insane But the fact remains that I'm a psycho Better get it through your brain When you say my name Never say it in vain 'cause I'm a psycho [Verse 1: Swift] I'm a motherfucking omen, I bow down to no man Split a nigga open, killing folks compulsive A soldier with a motive, scrotum big as boulders I hold 'em then unload on you, put it on a poster So everyone can notice who was focused on us poking They nose in our business, hoping that I don't come smoke 'em No one knows my notions or emotions, I'm a vulture You niggas close to croaking any moment and I know when I could fuck the culture up, probably rap A maniac with anxiety attacks, I don't wanna chat Speak when you spoken to And I don't have to read a fucking magazine or quotable To notice what you hoes will do You might also like[Verse 2: Kuniva] We all soldiers, we move as a unit, we all roll up And show up at your residence, light your front door up Get scared, life ain't fair And I'm prepared to blast you just as fast as Dre can say "Hell yeah!" So watch what you say 'cause it can happen either today or the next minute I can draw the heater and spray and I'm dead serious You could be dead period, end of story I'm on your porch with a gun and your son, sipping a forty Nobody can hold me, I does it all by my lonely I stomp your head when you awake, you be looking like Gumby Aftermath and Shady, bitch, you can read it and weep You see my poster in the 'hood for "the G of the Week" [Hook: B-Real] I'm a little bit off the chain, call me insane But the fact remains that I'm a psycho Better get it through your brain When you say my name Never say it in vain 'cause I'm a psycho [Verse 3: Bizarre] They found Saddam, but they ain't gon' find me I'll be under a tree in Buttfuck, Tennessee And I don't know too much about my daddy Except he spit in my face and fucked me in the fanny I ain't a racist, I just hate whites Fags and dykes, blacks and transvestites Thirteen years old and joined a fucking gang Hair under my ass cheeks feeling the fucking pain Am I insane? Who really knows? 'Cause any second my temper can fucking blow I get colder than December Black the fuck out, tomorrow won't even remember See Bizarre can show you what violence is all about And this Dr. Dre beat done brought it the fuck out Run in your house and put a gun in your mouth And blow your brains the fuck out! [Verse 4: Eminem] I probably got a screw loose or two Or maybe three or four of 'em Some fell out and hit the floor All I know is ever since my fucking head hit the snowbank I been a little neanderthalish, no thanks to my man D'Angelo Bailey But I just take it slow daily, my biggest dilemma's Trying to figure whether to use the flat head or the Phillips Or just go to the Home Depot and pick the new power drill up It's been two hours and six days and I'm still up I feel like I'm about to snap any minute There's a new Tower Records about to stop and get a fill-up Pick the new Cypress Hill up And go find who did that shit to Xzibit And go fill up a whole liquor bottle with piss And shatter his fucking lips with it [Hook: B-Real] I'm a little bit off the chain, call me insane But the fact remains that I'm a psycho Better get it through your brain When you say my name Never say it in vain 'cause I'm a psycho [Outro: Kuniva] Karnail Pitts a.k.a. Bugz Rest in peace, homie24

Hip-Hop

Bugz ’97

D12

[Bugz] Fuck that! Who run shit once these drums hit? You dove headfirst into some old dumb shit Here's a can of asswhip, for you to come get Your clique made they trip, I make them hoes submit Ask your girl, she know the scoop, don't fuck with Bugz' bitch I chop off her titty, have you sucking one tit Them pink belly niggas, is who you run wit Making half-ass songs, shitty snares and one kick I hate your damn sound, don't like it one bit! You could make a double album, won't have one hit! Your entire outfit is on some bullshit And there's not a damn one that I can't outwit I ad-mit, that my style is unfit For momma's baby boy, because I'm on some dumb shit Like I commit, larceny, give harm quick You pull the alarm switch I stab you in your armpit Now who the nitwit wanna come get wit This egotistic hip-hop fundamentalistic Don't risk it, you get your shit split Now keep your distance, and keep existence I'm persistent when it comes to bend shit Smoke the blunt with my judge right before my sentence I'm relentless, to deny is senseless Your bitch pay my bill, that's where the hell your rent went Fuck that!You might also like6

Hip-Hop

Good Die Young

D12

[Intro: Bizarre] Dawg, I shouldn't have left They wouldn't have tried that shit if I was with you Maybe he would've picked another time or maybe chose another way Or maybe my prayers would've convinced him to choose another soul Shit, it's just me, mom and Tony now Man, you look so peaceful right now How can I argue with that? They say that the good die young [Hook: Kon Artis] They say that the good die young (die young) That's why I think that you should have fun (when you're young) 'Cause time won't wait for no one (uh-huh) When God calls, you gotta go home (go home) They say the good die young (die young) That's why I know that we gon' have fun (uh) In this life 'cause you only get one When God call for me don't cry, I just went home [Verse 1: Kon Artis] I'm sure that everybody heard their momma say there'd be days like this When you see, one of your friends die in the midst In the struggle, into the circumstances A risk that they take, just to prove a point to a friend Even then, accidents are prone to happen To any man or woman that's dumb enough to pretend And huh, God will hold them accountable for sins That they commit and they try to repent the sins to repent But I guess that's the way things go I was blessed to see twenty-four To wake up to that "Hi, My Name Is" video Motivated me to write what I wrote And I knew my little brother sold dope And mom and daddy wanted to move our row I did it, I still got a lot to prove and show I just wish we ain't have to lose Bugz to the struggle 'Cause you know You might also like[Hook: Kon Artis] They say that the good die young (Die young) That's why I think that you should have fun (When you're young) 'Cause time won't wait for no one (Uh-huh) When God calls, you gotta go home (Go home) They say the good die young (Die young) That's why I know that we gon' have fun (Uh) In this life 'cause you only get one When God call for me don't cry, I just went home [Verse 2: Bizarre] I know you used to Bizarre on some silly shit But niggas in my clique is dying quick (For real) In Detroit niggas don't party They pull a fo'-fo' out, snatch off yo Carti's That's why I keep the pistol under the truck I'm 27 years old, too old to be getting jumped And fuck rap, I miss Karnail Pitts B-U-G-Z, tatted on my wrist Me and you in the Jeep, listen to screamo beats It's a shame me and Fuzz don't even speak I got married, my wife name is Dee Peace to 31, and 5150 I miss you [Verse 3: Kuniva] I think back on that tragic day my phone rung And Bizarre's voice telling me Bugz was going home It was like a knife piercing my chest and I couldn't breathe I didn't wanna accept it, didn't wanna believe it I swear, at his wake, dawg I cried so hard Literally, Denaun had to carry me to the car While I stand in this booth now, it's tearing me apart But I had to let it out 'cause it was tearing at my heart 'Cause he died over something so petty and so small A human life is so very precious, I hope y'all Understand how I'm feeling 'cause I love you Bugz I wanna rhyme with you, laugh with you, hug you Bugz But I can't, and you were so close to see your dreams A coward came along and took you away from the team So don't mistake this track as just another song This goes out to everyone who lost a loved one 'Cause you know [Hook: Kon Artis] They say that the good die young (Die young) That's why I think that you should have fun (When you're young) 'Cause time won't wait for no one (Uh-huh) When God calls, you gotta go home (Go home) They say the good die young (Die young) That's why I know that we gon' have fun (Uh) In this life 'cause you only get one When God call for me don't cry, I just went home [Verse 4: Proof] They say it's never too late to have an early childhood If I could turn back the hands of time, God should Forgive what I did as a kid that run blocks Now my dreams is just screams, cops and gunshots The fun stops when your homies up in the box My doody Bo, bless his soul, snuffed by the cops I used to question a lot, if there's a God around me say something If you love us so much why ain't you gave nothing? When he took my homie Snook was only in eleventh grade Now I hope to see his face at the Heaven gates It ain't never late in the game, Satan remains With a grudge to see slugs break through my frames My heart aches with the pain, and life limits breath We got to have fun now, there's only minutes left And in death 'cause stress youngins is sucked in To get tats for my fallen homies? I ain't got enough skin Miss y'all! [Hook: Kon Artis] They say that the good die young (Die young) That's why I think that you should have fun (When you're young) 'Cause time won't wait for no one (Uh-huh) When God calls, you gotta go home (Go home) They say the good die young (Die young) That's why I know that we gon' have fun (Uh) In this life 'cause you only get one When God call for me don't cry, I just went home [Verse 5: Swift] When I was younger I knew four brothers that wasn't wise That crashed and the driver died, my partner on the passenger side was paralyzed And I'm surprised by the look of that ride, that the other two survived Nine months later, another one dies Somebody shot him in his side when he was starting up his ride Three years go by, I made a hell of a run And that's when Funky got done, Joey playing with guns And Tookie over funds, Cardie was my man And Reggie, I wish that I was with you in that van And Bugz, if it wasn't for you You know I wouldn't be standing in this booth And that's the truth, I miss y'all [Hook: Kon Artis] They say that the good die young (Die young) That's why I think that you should have fun (When you're young) 'Cause time won't wait for no one (Uh-huh) When God calls, you gotta go home (Go home) They say the good die young (Die young) That's why I know that we gon' have fun (Uh) In this life 'cause you only get one When God call for me don't cry, I just went home They say that the good die young (Die young) That's why I think that you should have fun (When you're young) 'Cause time won't wait for no one (Uh-huh) When God calls, you gotta go home (Go home) They say the good die young (Die young) That's why I know that we gon' have fun (Uh) In this life 'cause you only get one When God call for me don't cry, I just went home12

Hip-Hop

Ricky Ticky Toc

Eminem

[Chorus: Eminem] Once you call my name out, things will never be the same They should've never let us get our foot in this game [Verse: Eminem] Ever since I was introduced to rap music I been missing a screw like Bishop in Juice, I could lose it At any moment, those who know me know it So they probably told to go with the flow just so that I don't explode, and- have another episode Where I let it go as far as the one with Benzino did I'm waiting for that next beef, I'm cocked, locked and loaded I'm ready to go so bad I'm going bananas, my dick's so hard Anna Nicole could use it to fucking pole vault with Oh shit! I mean when she was still bloated Before they cut her stomach open and lypo'd it (Heheheh!) Anybody I throw flames at gets a name It's a game, 'cause they know that they don't spit the same It's a shame what people do for 10 minutes of fame Every day it's the same thing, people in this game Try to buddy-buddy us Just to get close enough to study us, everybody just wants To have something to do with that They all trying to get that stamp, they after that Shady/Aftermath money It's like a monopoly They probably just now finally understand "How to Rob" fully 50 Cent was like a fucking jackpot for me And Dre, it's like we hit the fucking lottery And the damn slot machine at the same time as each other Why the fuck you think we ride like we brothers? When we rhyme with each other, in time we discovered That we had more in common than we thought with each other Both robbed of our mothers, our fathers ain't want us What was wrong with us, was it our fault? 'Cause we started thinking God doesn't love us Two odd motherfuckers who just happened to meet at the right time What a coincidence, 'cause when 50 got shot up in Jamaica Queens, I still remember the call up at Chung King 'cause Big L had just got popped just a month before If 50 lives he's getting dropped from Columbia Two years later, me and Doc had to come, and, uhh- Operate, that's when he popped up at number one And we ain't never gonna stop if you wondering Even if I'm under the gun You ain't got to agree all the time with me or see eye-to-eye There'll always be animosity between you and I But see the difference is, if it is, I could give a shit I'm still gonna conduct motherfucking business as usual Egos aside 'fore I bruise 'em all Swallow your pride 'fore I step on it with shoes you call Nikes, Earthlings, how do you like these? You gotta love 'em, look at the bottom of 'em, they're like cleats Stomping, I been romping Since Tim Dog was hollering "Fuck Compton" I was whiling, freestyling Back when they were still making Maxell cassettes I wasn't even rap's Elvis yet, that tells us that Any doubts in your head, that seals the shit Ricky ticky toc, ticky ticky toc Still with the Diggy Diggy Doc, Diggy Diggy Doc And ya' don't stopYou might also like31

Rap

Soldier

Eminem

[Intro] I'm a soldier I'm a soldier (la-de-dah-dah, dah-dah, dah-dah) I'm a soldier I'm a soldier Yo [Verse 1] Never was a thug, just infatuated with guns Never was a gangsta 'til I graduated to one And got the rep of a villain, for weapon concealin' Took the image of a thug, kept shit appealin' Willin' to stick out my neck for respect If it meant life or death, never live to regret what I said When you're me, people just wanna see if it's true If it's you—what you say in your raps, what you do So they feel it's part of your obligation to fulfill When they see you on the streets, face to face, are you for real? In confrontation, ain't no conversation, if you feel You're in violation, any hesitation'll get you killed If you feel it, kill it; if you conceal it, reveal it Being reasonable'll leave you full of bullets, pull it Squeeze it 'til it's empty; tempt me, push me, pussies I need a good reason to give this trigger a good squeeze [Chorus] (I'm a soldier) These shoulders hold up so much They won't budge, I'll never fall or fold up (I'm a soldier) Even if my collarbones crush or crumble I will never slip or stumble (I'm a soldier) These shoulders hold up so much They won't budge, I'll never fall or fold up (I'm a soldier) Even if my collarbones crush or crumble I will never stumble You might also like[Verse 2] I love pissin' you off, gets me off Like my lawyers when the fuckin' judge lets me off All you motherfuckers gotta do is set me off I'll violate and all the motherfuckin' bets be off I'm a lit fuse, anything I do, bitch, it's news Pistol-whippin' motherfucking bouncers 6'2" Who needs bullets? As soon as I pull it, you sweat bullets An excellent method to get rid of the next bully It's actually better 'cause instead of you murderin' You can hurt 'em and come back again and kick dirt at 'em It's like pourin' salt in the wounds, assault and get sued You can smell the lawsuits soon as I waltz in the room Everybody halts and stops, calls the cops All you see is bitches comin' out their halter tops Runnin' and duckin' out the Hot Rocks parking lot You'll all get shot, whether it's your fault or not, 'cause I'm a— [Chorus] (I'm a soldier) These shoulders hold up so much They won't budge, I'll never fall or fold up (I'm a soldier) Even if my collarbones crush or crumble I will never slip or stumble (I'm a soldier) These shoulders hold up so much They won't budge, I'll never fall or fold up (I'm a soldier) Even if my collarbones crush or crumble I will never stumble [Verse 3] I spit it slow so these kids know that I'm talkin' to 'em Give it back to these damn critics and sock it to 'em I'm like a thug with a little bit of Pac influence I spew it, and look how I got you bitches rockin' to it You motherfuckers could never do it like I could do it Don't even try it, you'll look stupid, do not pursue it Don't ever in your life try to knock the truest I spit the illest shit ever been dropped in two-inch So ticky-tock, listen as the sound ticks on the clock Listen to the sound of Kim as she licks on a cock Listen to the sound of me spillin' my heart through this pen Motherfuckers know that I'll never be Marshall again Full of controversy until I retire my jersey 'Til the fire inside dies and expires at thirty And Lord, have mercy on any more of these rappers that verse me And put a curse on authorities, in the face of adversity, I'm a— [Chorus] (I'm a soldier) These shoulders hold up so much They won't budge, I'll never fall or fold up (I'm a soldier) Even if my collarbones crush or crumble I will never slip or stumble (I'm a soldier) These shoulders hold up so much They won't budge, I'll never fall or fold up (I'm a soldier) Even if my collarbones crush or crumble I will never stumble [Outro] Yo, left, yo, left, yo, left, right, left Yo, left, yo, left, yo, left, right, left Yo, left, yo, left, yo, left, right, left Yo, left, yo, left, yo, left, right, left148

Rap

Say Goodbye Hollywood

Eminem

[Chorus] Sayin' goodbye, sayin' goodbye to Hollywood Sayin' goodbye, sayin' goodbye to Hollywood Sayin' goodbye, sayin' goodbye to Hollywood Sayin' goodbye, sayin' goodbye to Hollywood (Hollywood, why do I feel this way?) Sayin' goodbye, sayin' goodbye to Hollywood Sayin' goodbye, sayin' goodbye to Hollywood Sayin' goodbye, sayin' goodbye to Hollywood Sayin' goodbye, sayin' goodbye to Hollywood [Verse 1] I thought I had it all figured out, I did I thought I was tough enough to stick it out with Kim But I wasn't tough enough to juggle two things at once I found myself layin' on my knees in cuffs Which should've been a reason enough for me to get my stuff And just leave, how come I couldn't see this shit myself? It's just me, nobody couldn't see the shit I felt Knowin' damn well she wasn't gonna be there when I fell To catch me; the minute shit was heated, she just bailed I'm standin' here swingin' on like thirty people by myself I couldn't even see the millimeter when it fell Turned around, saw Gary stashin' the heater in his belt Saw the bouncers rush him and beat him to the ground I just sold two million records, I don't need to go to jail I'm not about to lose my freedom over no female I need to slow down, try to get my feet on solid ground So for now— You might also like[Chorus] Sayin' goodbye, sayin' goodbye to Hollywood (So, how do you like my life now?) Sayin' goodbye, sayin' goodbye to Hollywood Sayin' goodbye, sayin' goodbye to Hollywood Sayin' goodbye, sayin' goodbye to Hollywood (Hollywood, why do I feel this way?) Sayin' goodbye, sayin' goodbye to Hollywood Sayin' goodbye, sayin' goodbye to Hollywood Sayin' goodbye, sayin' goodbye to Hollywood Sayin' goodbye, sayin' goodbye to Hollywood [Verse 2] Bury my face in comic books, 'cause I don't wanna look At nothing, this world's too much, I've swallowed all I could If I could swallow a bottle of Tylenol, I would And end it for good, just say goodbye to Hollywood I probably should, these problems are pilin' all at once ‘Cause everything that bothers me, I got it bottled up I think I'm bottomin' out, but I'm not about to give up I gotta get up, thank God I got a little girl And I'm a responsible father, so not a lot of good I'd be to my daughter layin' in the bottom of the mud Must be in my blood ‘cause I don't know how I do it All I know is I don't wanna follow in the footsteps Of my dad ‘cause I hate him so bad The worst fear that I had Was growin' up to be like his fuckin' ass Man, if you could understand why I am the way that I am What do I say to my fans when I tell 'em I'm [Chorus] Sayin' goodbye, sayin' goodbye to Hollywood Sayin' goodbye, sayin' goodbye to Hollywood Sayin' goodbye, sayin' goodbye to Hollywood Sayin' goodbye, sayin' goodbye to Hollywood (Hollywood, why do I feel this way?) Sayin' goodbye, sayin' goodbye to Hollywood Sayin' goodbye, sayin' goodbye to Hollywood Sayin' goodbye, sayin' goodbye to Hollywood Sayin' goodbye, sayin' goodbye to Hollywood [Verse 3] I don't wanna quit, but shit, I feel like this is it For me to have this much appeal like this is sick This is not a game, this fame, in real life, this is sick "Publicity stunt" my ass, "conceal" my fuckin' dick Fuck the guns, I'm done, I'll never look at gats If I scrap, I'll scrap like I ain't never whipped some ass I love my fans, but no one ever puts a grasp On the fact I've sacrificed everything I have I never dreamt I'd get to the level that I'm at This is wack, this is more than I ever coulda asked Everywhere I go, a hat, a sweater hood or mask What about math, how come I wasn't ever good at that? It's like the boy in the bubble, who never could adapt I'm trapped, if I could go back, I never would've rapped I sold my soul to the devil, I'll never get it back I just wanna leave this game with level head intact Imagine goin' from bein' a no-one to seein' Everything blow up, and all you did was just grow up emceein' It's fuckin' crazy, ‘cause all I wanted was to give Hailie The life I never had, instead I forced us to live alienated, so I'm sayin' [Chorus] Sayin' goodbye, sayin' goodbye to Hollywood Sayin' goodbye, sayin' goodbye to Hollywood Sayin' goodbye, sayin' goodbye to Hollywood Sayin' goodbye, sayin' goodbye to Hollywood (Hollywood, why do I feel this way?) Sayin' goodbye, sayin' goodbye to Hollywood Sayin' goodbye, sayin' goodbye to Hollywood Sayin' goodbye, sayin' goodbye to Hollywood Sayin' goodbye, sayin' goodbye to Hollywood [Outro] Goodbye, goodbye Hollywood (Goodbye) Please don't cry for me (It's been real) When I'm gone for good (This shit is not for me) So goodbye, goodbye Hollywood (I'm not a fuckin' star) Please don't cry for me (No way) When I'm gone for good (I'm goin' back home)66

Rap

Grindin’

Clipse

[Intro: Pharrell & Pusha T] Yo, I go by the name (I'm yo' pusha) Of Pharrell, from The Neptunes And I just wanna let y'all know (I'm yo' pusha) The world is about to feel something (I'm yo pusha) That they've never felt before, c'mon [Verse 1: Pusha T] From ghetto to ghetto, to backyard to yard I sell it whipped or un-whipped, it’s soft or hard I'm the, neighborhood pusha Call me Subwoofer, 'cause I pump base like that, Jack On or off the track, I'm heavy, cuz Ball 'til you fall 'cause you could duck to the Feddy Govs Sorry, my love, what I'm seeing through these eyes Benz convoys with the wagon on the side Only big boys keep deuces on the ride Gucci Chuck Taylor with the dragon on the side Man, I make a buck, why scram? I'm tryna show y'all who the fuck I am The jewels is flirting, be damned if I'm hurting Legend in two games like I'm Pee Wee Kirkland Platinum on the block with consistent hits While Pharrell keep talking this music shit [Chorus: Pharrell] (Ahh) Grindin' (Ahh) Grindin' (Ahh) Grindin' (Ahh) Grindin' (Ahh) Grindin' (Ahh) Huh-huh You might also like[Verse 2: Malice] Patty cake, patty cake, I'm the baker's man I bake them cakes as fast as I can And you can tell by how my bread stack up Then disguise it as rap so the Feds back up Watch it, like my whip, like my chick topless Doing a buck-six with me in the cockpit Grindin', cousin, I got wholes for a dozen Even eleven-five if I see ya keep it comin' And my weight, that's just as heavy as my name So much dough, I can't swear I won't change Excuse me if my wealth got me full of myself Cocky, something that I just can't help 'Specially when them twenties is spinning like windmills And the ice thirty-two below minus the wind chill Filthy, the word that best defines me I'm just grinding, man, y'all never mind me [Chorus: Pharrell] (Ahh) Grindin' (Ahh) Grindin' (Ahh) Grindin' (Ahh) Grindin' (Ahh) Grindin' (Ahh) Huh-huh [Post-Chorus: Clipse & Pharrell] Grindin' (Woah) You know what I keep in the lining (Woah) Niggas better stay in line when (Woah) You see a nigga like me shinin' (Grinding) Grindin' (Woah) You know what I keep in the lining (Woah) Niggas better stay in line when (Woah) You see a nigga like me shinin' (Grinding) [Verse 3: Malice] My grind's 'bout family, never been about fame Them days I wasn't able, there was always 'caine Four and a half will get you in the game Anything less is just a goddamn shame Guess the weight, my watch got blue chips in the face Glock with two tips whoever gets in the way Not to mention the hideaway that rests by the lake Consider my raw demeanor the icing on the cake, I'm grindin' [Verse 4: Pusha T] I move 'caine like a cripple Balance weight through the hood, kids call me Mr. Sniffles Other hand on my nickel Plated whistle, one eye closed, I'll hit you As if I was Slick Rick, my aim is still an issue Lose your soul in whichever palm I'm holdin' One'll leave you frozen The other, noddin' and dozin', I'm grindin', Jack [Chorus: Pharrell] (Ahh) Grindin' (Ahh) Grindin' (Ahh) Grindin' (Ahh) Grindin' (Ahh) Grindin' (Ahh) Huh-huh [Post-Chorus: Clipse & Pharrell] Grindin' (Woah) You know what I keep in the lining (Woah) Niggas better stay in line when (Woah) You see a nigga like me shinin' (Grinding) Grindin' (Woah) You know what I keep in the lining (Woah) Niggas better stay in line when (Woah) You see a nigga like me shinin' (Grinding) [Produced by The Neptunes]41

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American Gangster

JAY-Z

[Intro] And you say New York City Uh-huh Put your hands together Young! Uh-huh Yeah, uh-huh Yes! (Yes!) [Verse 1] I'm from the '80s Home of the her-on Era of the hustlers, uh The world is my custies New Rich Porter The way I flip quarters Front on all these other rap artists, but me Momma was a mink wearer, papa ran numbers So it's plain to see where my whole plan come from American dream, I'm living the life still Way I shine is like a zillion dollar light bill Still I'm grinding, army jacket lining 40 below Timbs on, getting my M's on My best friend's gone I seen bad days, still find songs that I hear him on Getting my Mary J. Blige Reminisce on I hear his voice in my mind like, nigga live on So I get on that fly shit I been on Spin on corners in Enzo with rims on But for info, puffing on Endo-Nesia Give me amnesia I ease up, that right, I'm high nigga I want the sky The world when I'm done I'm give it to my sons Let 'em live it up, split it up, switch it up, uh Sixes kit it up, man I did it up, done The rest of my belongings belong in the hall of fame A list of hits next to all my names I came You might also like[Bridge] (Woo!) uh-huh (geah) I want the sky baby I want the sky baby [Verse 2] If the sky should fall And it all goes tomorrow and they foreclose on the house And auction off all my cars Don't cry for me Argentina, I mobbed the Beamer Took trips abroad, got mobbed in Sardinia In Ibiza, I had pizza in the club Ladies know I'm that guy, they wanna piece of my love Now they wanna do your boy like Mike in his prime Billie Jean, the goddamn boy ain't mine And the Roc break up, had the people losing hope Can't lie, they had Muhammad Hovi on the ropes Now I'm back in the go mode, back in the go-go's Throwing the diamond up, repping the logo Rose gold, Rosé flow, I'm okay though What don't kill me makes stronger than before so Here we go and I'm not Domino When it all falls down, I'm like Kanye's jaw I might break but I don't fold, 'til I hold the sky in my hand Yeah, that's my goal And then I bid you Freddy Adu Prodigal Child, y'all not ready for the fu-ture, ture Then I disappear in the Bermuda Triangle My name will be viewed as such Here's to the man who refused to give up I want the sky nigga, chuuurch [Outro] I want the sky baby I want the sky baby4

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Fly

Nicki Minaj

[Chorus: Rihanna] I came to win, to fight To conquer, to thrive I came to win (J.R.), to survive To prosper, to rise To fly To fly [Verse 1: Nicki Minaj] Uh, yo, yo I wish today it would rain all day Maybe that'd kinda make the pain go away Tryna forgive you for abandoning me Prayin', but I think I'm still an angel away Angel away, yeah, it's strange in a way Maybe that is why I chase strangers away They got they guns out aimin' at me But I become Neo when they aimin' at me Me, me, me against them Me against enemies, me against friends Somehow, they both seem to become one A sea full of sharks and they all smell blood They start comin' and I start risin' Must be surprisin', I'm just surmisin' I win, thrive, soar, higher Higher, higher, more fire You might also like[Chorus: Rihanna] I came to win, to fight To conquer, to thrive I came to win, to survive To prosper, to rise To fly To fly [Verse 2: Nicki Minaj] Uh, yo, yo Everybody wanna try to box me in Suffocatin' every time it locks me in Paintin' they own pictures, then they crop me in But I will remain where the top begins 'Cause I am not a word, I am not a line I am not a girl that could ever be defined I am not fly, I am levitation I represent an entire generation I hear the criticism loud and clear That is how I know that the time is near See we become alive in the time of fear And I ain't got no motherfuckin' time to spare Cry my eyes out for days upon days Such a heavy burden placed upon me But when you go hard, your nays become yays Yankee stadium with Jays and Kanyes [Chorus: Rihanna] I came to win, to fight To conquer, to thrive I came to win, to survive To prosper, to rise To fly To fly [Bridge: Nicki Minaj] Get ready for it Get ready for it Get ready for it I came to win Get ready for it Get ready for it Get ready for it [Chorus: Rihanna] I came to win, to fight To conquer, to thrive I came to win, to survive To prosper, to rise To fly To fly46

Hip-Hop

Save Me

Nicki Minaj

[Verse 1] I drove for miles just to find you and find myself All these screams, all these voices in my head You gave me strength, gave me hope for a lifetime I never was satisfied [Chorus] This time, won't you save me? This time, won't you save me? Baby, I can feel myself givin' up, givin' up This time, won't you save me? This time, won't you save me? Baby, I can feel myself givin' up, givin' up Givin' up Givin' up Givin' up [Verse 2] It's not your fault, I'm a bitch, I'm a monster Yes, I'm a beast, and I feast when I conquer But I'm alone on my throne, all these riches I came this way, all this way just to say, ayy [Chorus] This time, won't you save me? This time, won't you save me? Baby, I can feel myself givin' up, givin' up This time, won't you save me? This time, won't you save me? Baby, I can feel myself givin' up, givin' up Givin' up Givin' up Givin' up You might also like[Bridge] I'm givin' up baby, yes I'm givin' up, baby It feels like I've been drivin' for miles (Yeah) I'm givin' up, baby And I can't seem to silence these voices in my head (Yeah) This time, won't you save me? Come save me This time, won't you save me? Come save me [Chorus] This time won't you save me? This time won't you save me? Baby, I can feel myself givin' up, givin' up This time won't you save me? This time won't you save me? Baby, I can feel myself givin' up, givin' up This time won't you save me? This time won't you save me? Baby, I can feel myself givin' up (Givin' up) Givin' up25

Hip-Hop

Here I Am

Nicki Minaj

[Verse 1] Why is it that you could only see the worst in me? I swear, sometimes, it feel like it nurtures me But to keep it all real, it's kinda hurtin' me I could say I'm done with it, but it lurks in me So I'ma just tell myself that it works for me Take a real long drive in the Mercedes And I might pop a couple of them Percoce's Yeah, that'll make me transform to Hercules [Pre-Chorus] I am who I am Ah [Chorus] Here I am, here I am So take me as I am Here I am, here I am So take me as I am Here I am, here I am So take me as I am [Post-Chorus] I am who I am Ah You might also like[Verse 2] I swear to God, man, everything in life is old And the only thing that changed is the price of gold Even in the afterlife, I'ma fight your soul 'Cause the second time around, I'll be twice as bold So do you take me to be who I am? To have and to hold 'til death do us part? 'Cause if not, it's just best we both part 'Cause how am I supposed to finish what you start? You got me thinkin' twice to just breathe (I am) Then you say I won't survive if I leave (Who I am) But I got a couple of tricks up my sleeve (Ah) I no longer need your attention, at ease [Bridge] It's a joke, it's a game Why am I still keeping score? I'm in pain, I'm ashamed I'm a woman, hear me roar It's a joke, it's a game Why am I still keeping score? I'm in pain, I'm ashamed I'm a woman, hear me roar Now it's a joke, it's a game Why am I still keeping score? I'm in pain, I'm ashamed I'm a woman, hear me roar It's a joke, it's a game Why am I still keeping score? I'm in pain, I'm ashamed I'm a woman, hear me roar (Here I am) [Outro] Here I am, here I am So take me as I am17

Hip-Hop

Dear Old Nicki

Nicki Minaj

[Intro] Mmm, oh Mmm Yo [Verse 1] Maybe you died 'cause everybody ask me where you at I tried to channel you in hopes that I could steer you back But it's like every intersection we just missed each other You got your fans waitin', tell me you ain't six feet under And tell me that you comin' back and you just took a break Maybe I blamed you for everything, that was my mistake In hindsight, I loved your rawness and I loved your edge 'Cause it was you who talked me down from jumpin' off the ledge Your earings bamboo, your long nails too Your BMW every time you came through You was the brave heart, you stole Wayne heart You never switched it up, you played the same part But I needed to grow, and I needed to know Were there some things inside of me that I needed to show? So I just deaded you, left you in all black But dear old Nicki, please call back [Chorus] You told me you'd come when I needed you And you said it so sweetly, I believed you But I'm standing here calling, I can't see you But I am holdin' you, holdin' you, holdin' you To that You might also like[Verse 2] Yo, did I chase the glitz and glamour, money, fame, and power? 'Cause if so, that will forever go down my lamest hour I shoulda kept you with me, gettin' at them nameless cowards They was no match for you, couldn't defeat your prowess I had to make them changes, I hope you understood You see, for every bad, I did a ton of good But you was underground and I was mainstream I live the life now that we would daydream My only wish is you come enjoy it with me Get on them conference calls, go meet the lawyers with me The money came, yeah, I tripled and quadrupled it But I still miss us when we was just on some stupid shit And it's still fuck the media They ridiculed you, never believed in ya They just deaded you, left you in all black But dear old Nicki, please call back [Chorus] You told me you'd come when I needed you And you said it so sweetly, I believed you But I'm standing here calling, I can't see you But I am holdin' you, holdin' you, holdin' you To that [Outro] And yes, I'm holdin' you, holdin' you, holdin' you And yes, I'm holdin' you, holdin' you, holdin' you And yes, I'm holdin' you, holdin' you, holdin' you To that And yes, I'm holdin' you, holdin' you, holdin' you And yes, I'm holdin' you, holdin' you, holdin' you And yes, I'm holdin' you, holdin' you, holdin' you To that31

Hip-Hop

Last Chance

Nicki Minaj

[Intro: Natasha Bedingfield] Yeah, yeah Ooh, yeah [Verse 1: Nicki Minaj] Yo I could've been had fame Jump shot with a stupid-ass aim 'Cause you couldn't get around the last name So my cross-over wins the last game And it's ill, right? Switched up the flow, but it's still right Go back to that, yeah, I still might I'ma just do me when it feel right Uh, you could bring it any day Natural bad-ass, NBA That's my initials, that's why officials Don't blow the whistle, bang-bang the pistol A-a-and I'm bossy Can't keep these hoes up off me Damn, the flow nasty, coffee Don't you do like the Pope and cross me [Chorus: Both, Nicki Minaj & Natasha Bedingfield] Yeah, this is my last chance (Oh) Last chance (Oh) Yeah, this is my last chance Then shoot, I'm ready to shoot (Oh yeah, oh yeah) I'm ready to shoot (Ready to shoot) I'm ready to shoot (Ready to shoot) I'm ready, I'm ready to shoot (Ready to shoot) I'm ready, I'm ready to shoot (Uh huh) I'm ready to shoot (Uh, uh) You might also like[Verse 2: Nicki Minaj] I get it in though No sexual innuendo Nobody that I could just depend on Until I touch down in the end zone And then they come out like roaches P-p-pecking away like vultures But little did they know, distribute the payroll Pick out the outfit, pick out the single Sadly, I'm so business savvy Similar protocol, but the tidbits vary Never been like me, ain't never been like this My flow's a crisis, they screamin' high pitch Uh, gun cock, pause And I'm well aware of the gun laws Tell 'em that I'm gunnin' for the top, Forbes Headed to the top, dot org [Chorus: Both, Nicki Minaj & Natasha Bedingfield] Yeah, this is my last chance (This is my last chance) Last chance (Oh yeah, yeah) Yeah, this is my last chance (My last chance) Then shoot, I'm ready to shoot (Eh, eh, eh, eh) I'm ready to shoot (Ready to shoot) I'm ready to shoot (Ready to shoot) I'm ready to shoot (Ready to shoot) I'm ready to shoot I'm ready to shoot [Bridge: Nicki Minaj, Natasha Bedingfield & Both] All the days of my life, I have been waiting for this time (Oh) Could you believe now it's right before my eyes? Anybody tryna stop me better not fuck with me this time (Oh) Shoot, I am ready to shoot into the sky [Chorus: Both, Nicki Minaj & Natasha Bedingfield] Yeah, this is my last chance (This is your last chance) Last chance (Oh) Yeah, this is my last chance Then shoot, I'm ready to shoot (Eh, eh, eh, eh) I'm ready to shoot [Outro: Natasha Bedingfield & Nicki Minaj] Only one chance, one bullet in the gun (I'm ready to shoot) This is my life and I only got one, yeah (I'm ready to shoot) Running through there and I put on the stars (I'm ready to shoot) Oh, stick 'em up, stick 'em up now, yeah (I'm ready to shoot) Only one chance, one bullet in the gun This is my life and I only got one, yeah The safety's off and I put it on the stars Oh, stick 'em up, stick 'em up, uh I'm ready to shoot Yeah, yeah, I'm ready to shoot This is my life and I only got one, yeah The safety's off and I put it on the stars Get ready, ha I'm ready to shoot9

Hip-Hop

G.R.I.N.D

Asher Roth

1500 or nothin Yeah, yeah, yo, yo [Verse 1] This one's for the people All the bees that'll bleed and they sleep and they eat Shit, breathe, I thought we all equal Ain't a man on the God's green be underneath any other I don't wanna play preacher But, but I swear they turn a ear, when we talk about peace and love Sometimes might need a hug, yeah we all wanna come on up above But this ain't about Jesus No way, no Abe, no Ike, Moses or Muhammad, yeah it's all about believin Full steam ahead because I know the worst times are behind me I don't wanna sound cheesy but, but, but, it's just I really mean it eh, eh Yeah I'm tellin' I can feel it, eh, eh, it's the reason I don't sleep I be way too geeked tonight [Hook] This one's for all of y'all, I'm the same as all of y'all, I'm on my shit I work real hard and all, for every little bit that I get But this is all I need, so sing this song with me, it goes like So it sound like this, everybody start clappin hands, it's like, it's like (IIIIII, I've been on my griiiiind I can only grind-ind-ind-ind, for so long) Go, go, go, go, go, go Said (IIIII, I've been on my griiiiind I can only grind-ind-ind-ind, for so long) You might also like[Verse 2] Yeah, about time to change a few things, we a slave to the bank And we only wanna buy new shoes, the way that we think We can do anything that we really wanna put our minds to The American dream, dream, is a pyramid scheme, scheme And it feels out of reach, when it's hard and the times are tough But change starts with us, so yep, yep We all want freedom Yeah, to be who we be I don't wanna be afraid when I speak, to say what I'm feelin Yeah, together we're strong but divided never been so weak It's time we get even, yeah, yeah And really what I mean is, is, is, this change I can feel it Yeah, yeah, Mr. President, think it's all gonna be okay [Hook] This one's for all of y'all, I'm the same as all of y'all, I'm on my shit I work real hard and all, for every little bit that I get But this is all I need, so sing this song with me, it goes like So it sound like this, everybody start clappin hands, it's like, it's like (IIIIII, I've been on my griiiiind I can only grind-ind-ind-ind, for so long) Go, go, go, go, go, go Said (IIIII, I've been on my griiiiind I can only grind-ind-ind-ind, for so long) [Outro] So, it's not about, fame and, and fortune It's about believing and believing in yourself And understanding that, that this life is, it's life It's, it's liberty and, the pursuit of happiness And, happiness isn't about getting what you want all the time It's, it's about loving what you have So Get Ready, It's a New Day (IIIIII, I've been on my griiiiind I can only grind-ind-ind-ind, for so long)3

Hip-Hop

Cost Me a Lot

J. Cole

[Intro (Sampled): Billie Holiday (J. Cole)] What can I do? It’s cost me a lot It’s cost me a lot (Nigga this shit right here nigga) It’s cost me a lot (Nigga this shit right here?) (Shit homie) It’s cost me a lot (Shit homie) It’s cost me a lot (Nigga this shit right here nigga) It’s cost me a lot (Nigga this shit right here?) It’s cost me a lot (Hey) It’s cost me a lot (Hey) [Verse 1] Just one of them days, a nigga feel like flossin’ A Stone Cold Stunner, bitch, I'm Steve Austin Cool as Drew Brees, I’m blowin' a few Gs Just to hear them hoes say he’s awesome He’s awful, yeah remember when ya fronted on me Pulled up beside me in that big body and stunted on me Or when the bouncer just announced that it was bottle service only Then he kicked me out the line, yeah he punted on me Well look, I’m back, bitch, back with an attitude Buyin' out the bar, 'cause I feel like this the shit I gotta prove Last year the cashier told me my card was not approved Now I’m tippin' the server a hundred to show my gratitude Easy, told you I’d be back baby, I guess you ain't believe me Now I’m living just like the niggas you see on TV VIP feel like this club oughta thank me I hit the bar so y’all can see me ballin’, HD You might also like[Refrain] It’s cost me a lot Big chains, big whips with wood grain It’s cost me a lot My God, my watch make momma think someone might rob It’s cost me a lot Fast life and till the gas light Copped the type of shit you couldn’t get at half price It’s cost me a lot Look but don’t touch motherfucker, think twice It’s cost me a lot [Hook] Now I don’t love no material things But I’m in love with the feelings they bring I got em like damn, how, how, how he do that Damn, how, how, how, how he do that Now I don’t love no material things But I’m in love with the feelings they bring I got em like damn, how, how, how he do that Damn, how, how, how, how he do that [Verse 2] Knee deep in the game, my chain heavy Somebody get the pilot and ask is the plane ready To handle all the weight on my shoulders we takin' off Don’t wanna meet Aaliyah but yet I can’t take it off 'Cause how I’m supposed to shine without the proper bling Remember when I did a show with Waka Flocka Flame Felt naked 'cause the boy rocked about a thousand chains Guess we rock a lot of ice 'cause we got a lot of pain Thats five hundred years of swellin', I’m tryna tell 'em Jacob the Jeweler is cooler now that he a felon Jay put a stamp on the nigga but wouldn’t mail him If he couldn't sell him, so what that tell him, huh? My chain heavy and my bitches look very thorough Must be the money like Deion with the Jheri curl White Range, call that motherfucker Larry Bird I got em hangin' on every word [Refrain] It’s cost me a lot Big chains, big whips with wood grain It’s cost me a lot My God, my watch make momma think someone might rob It’s cost me a lot Fast life and till the gas light Copped the type of shit you couldn’t get at half price It’s cost me a lot Look but don’t touch motherfucker, think twice It’s cost me a lot [Hook] Now I don’t love no material things But I’m in love with the feelings they bring I got em like damn, how, how, how he do that Damn, how, how, how, how he do that Now I don’t love no material things But I’m in love with the feelings they bring I got em like damn, how, how, how he do that Damn, how, how, how, how he do that8

Hip-HopRap

Pull My Hair

Ying Yang Twins

[Girl] Hey you You know you been talking a lot of shit Whispering in my ear Making me feel all, hot and bothered and shit Making a mother fucker horny You say you can fuck? Prove it [D-Roc] Look bitch You done talked a whole lot of shit But wait 'til you see my dick I ain't really for the talking game You done came in the room and started handling me things First off with brain and I'm a beat the pussy up Hit it from the back and beat the pussy up Girl why you fronting Doing all that running Be your ass still Long dick coming Now ride on the dick like you were dancing in the club You really love attention, so show them some love Now come up slow and just ride the head Now drop down fast, put it all in it Now turn your ass around an let me hit it from behind ya Put big dick inside ya I'm a hit it from the back while I'm pulling your hair You climbing up the wall while I'm pulling your hair Getting freaky than a mother fucker sweating I'm all on you You all on me Fucking like dogs Me and shorty off of the walls And I like it when she play with the balls Shorty ain't holding nothing back at all Ain't scared to put the mouth on the dick She swallowed it! And she like it when a nigga be pulling her hair Talking nasty to her ass while I'm pulling her hair You might also like[Hook] Now that I got you in the bed, I'm gonna pull yo hair Snatch yo ass up by the head, I'm gonna pull yo hair Pull my hair (pull it hard) Pull my hair (pull it tight) Pull my hair (come on baby) Pull my hair {*girl moans*} Fuck me daddy, spank me daddy Fuck me daddy, spank me daddy Fuck me daddy, spank me daddy Fuck me shit! [Girl with sucking noises in background] Mmmmm You like this, You wanna see what I have? [Kane] Hey bitch, I'm talking to you (So tell me what you want me to do) {*clears throat*} Look at here {*girl moans*} drop down on all fours like a dog Now I'm looking at your ass 'fore I hit it That pussy from the back I'm a get it I'm walking over to ya with the rubber (oooh) Your ass in trouble (Is it up high enough?) I done caught your bluff Fuck you until you cry {*girl moans*} You said I beat that pussy from back so much that I hurt yo side Yo ass should have been built for the war (yeah) Fuck it! And if you don't want to wear your tail You need to put it in your ass and tuck it I whispered, just to get you in the bed And now I'm fixing to pull your hair on your head (pull it) Shouldn't've fucked with me, should you? If your ass could've ran you would've But you put that there a side That's how my dick got between your thighs Now that's all right I got a ten foot pole That'll go in your hole Take yo soul Make nut come out yo nose Fall all on yo clothes [Hook 2X]2

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Is There Any Love?

Kid Cudi

[Intro] Heads up, nigga Wale Plain Pat Emile [Verse 1: Kid Cudi] Off jump boo, Cudi give you funk Hit you in your head then it work it to your rump Hatin' niggas can't hate, leave 'em all stumped They gotta like a nigga, call me Obama Not a hypebeast while you beast for the hype (no no) Yeah I'm the underdog, story of my life (yup) Matter fact I dreamed that I lived twice Once as a slave who imagined being free And made it all happen for his family and his seed And now me, you can call me Mr. Friendly One life to live, but no acting on my nigga Friendy Can't stand evil bitches with they Fendi All they do is envy and plot up on my loins I give you options baby flip a coin You get McDonald's, forget the sirloin Hating my macking, they asking [Chorus] Is there any love In this world? Is there any love In this world? Is there any love In this world of ours? Is there any love In this world? See Kid Cudi LiveGet tickets as low as $103You might also like[Verse 2: Wale & Kid Cudi] Folarin, the muse of the hater That music is greater, stupid nigga, bring your face up Bamas surprised, deprived from attention Pride of the district all rise so they listenin' From where gorillas territorial for inches When it come to pistols, these niggas don't John Lynch them Off rip that's genius You niggas so-so like seamstress No more amore, I refuse to force you Maybe I lack the fortitude to try to court you Of course, they all hate Early adapters agree they all late So what that say about my watch? To y'all minds I'm like a UK clock Hours ahead, so wack niggas is sayin' What they sayin', young? They sayin' What they sayin', young? They sayin'? [Chorus] Is there any love In this world? Is there any love In this world? Is there any love In this world of ours? Is there any love In this world? [Verse 3: Kid Cudi] I was born to do the damn thing Story of Cudi, nigga getting out my dreams Zero options to choose Living in a box full of Cuyahoga blues, and listen I stayed away from reading The Plain Dealer Most of my niggas back in Cleveland were plain dealers, uh Who whipped Supremes, the candy-painted eyes But the love from the boppers had 'him watchin they rise Wasn't no love for a nigga in the smug Sipping out a cup, a concoction for cruising High off life? My nigga, not even I'ma go to war with the Devil 'til we're even Bobbing and weaving, spiritual hymn singing No commentary my man, I come out swinging And this will be the song that we sing Any young nigga with visions when he's sleeping [Chorus] Is there any love In this world? Is there any love In this world? Is there any love In this world of ours? Is there any love In this world?18

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Armageddon

Ying Yang Twins

[Hook] Armageddon (What!?) Armageddon (What!?) Armageddon (What!?) Armageddon (Incoming!) [Verse 1] See it's the Ying Yang And we a hazard We're gonna get bumping up And get ready for war If we have to It's a disaster And we're them bastards They don't know what slap a ho Jack a ho Crack a ho, forehead Bucking we leave more dead Destined for hell We might as well Be narrow bred Fucking your health We rearrange the game Put that thing on your ho Pussy popping, dropping and twurkulating Ready to go Now if you think we, think we won't buck, buck Try your luck fuck, and I bet you get stuck Much as y'all want to dog a broad Little treat the ho Never to be dull And let her eat dough And when you're me though This how you greet the ho This how you greet the ho Hello Naw I jumped off track Let me get back to my subject Y'all victims we suspects Y'all talk shit we crack necks We're bad, bad, bad We're on fire Fuck the man, man Cause we all gotta die now If you figure that you're bigger than God I can't tell it And if you shit a little bit in the school You're gonna smell it So all you niggas need to quit all that hate It won't last But a blast from gun Player make you run fast You might also like[Hook] [Verse 2] Look up in the sky It's a bird it's a plane Naw, D-Roc and Kayne Who? Ying Yang Faster than the speeding bullets And we leap over ghettos Came to take the rap game For you niggas that don't know Here we come come come Better run run run Saying 'don't want none" (Saying "don't want none") You better move Get out the way and let a mother fucker get through If you get ran over then nigga that's on youI know you don't want to see us cut a fool Cause niggas like us be thorough bred Thugs cold-hearted Don't make us get retardedDon't want trouble so you'd best not start it Step off to the side when you see us come in Two alley mother fuckers in your city again We are on now guppy Cause young ass niggas Came to thingAnd we always win But you throwing a win And let's all have a party Cause we don't want to hurt nobodyWe just came to have fun Give me a bottle and a mother fucking cup And if you feel what I'm saying get fucked up [Hook]

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Aston Martin Music

Wale

In life, I think our aspirations should guide us Even if there’s thing we could never provide or Be beside, Lord, just give the right to desire or admire such The finer things you know To dream is to live life’s full potential So whatever I’m into, I get it in too [Hook: Chrisette Michelle] We bobbin to the music this is how we do it (all night) Breezin down the freeway just me and my baby (in our ride) Just me and my boss no worries at all Listening to Aston Martin Music Music Let’s go You gotta turn me up if you feel this mo’f-cker Shout out Chrissy, Rozay and all that I’m just feelin’ that good today you know what I’m sayin’ D.C What’s up, Maryland, PG, MoCo, VA Lets do it [Verse 1: Wale] Smooth mo’f-cka, let me do this mo’f-cka Riding shotgun uptown,blowin out the bubble Tints ain’t legal, I ain’t ordinary people Porn star head, she gon’ suck it like a sequel Life without dreamin’ is a life without meanin’ I’m grinding like “I gotta hope all my niggas see it My garments shouldn’t be here, I’m somewhere near the future As far as being hard, I feel I’m somewhere near Medusa And everywhere I be at, know I’m at somewhere near my shoota I swear my peoples keep a strapped like Pinky in the movies I’m doin well, I’m just hoping I got your respect Ironic this verse was conceived while drivin’ a Lex See Wale LiveGet tickets as low as $128You might also like[Hook: Chrisette Michelle] We bobbin to the music this is how we do it (all night) Breezin down the freeway just me and my baby (in our ride) Just me and my boss no worries at all Listening to Aston Martin Music Music (Back on that No Days Off) [Verse 2: Wale] Look Momma ain’t raise a thug, Pops ain’t raise a ho I keep a level head, Gettin high layin low Morty let me use the Maybach back in May I told him wait, I’ll have another for him 28s? Stackin my chicken, braggin to the bitches No crucifix chains, I’m ain’t sure if I’m forgiven, Lord I need a better way, I want that Aston But I got fam havin’ problems with they FAFSA I’m prioritizing, a part of growing up A lot fathers showin’ off instead of showin up A lot of niggas love a broad till she throwin’ up 9 months later, new car, can’t afford a son Talking ’bout... [Hook: Drake] Would have came back for you I just needed time to do what I had to do Caught in the life I can't let it go Whether that’s right I will never know (ugh but here goes nothin’) Ralph No Days Off [Wale - Verse 3] Ughh Smokin’ slight bud?, Coolin with my lil bruh Ol’ heads schoolin me, sayin’ “Soak it up” A lot of niggas in my position don’t know as much A lot of women from conversation could fall in love And that’s a scary thing, I try to duck em good Cause innocent women’ll stalk you if you fuck em good I’m sayin’ that I know, revealing them most My God come before this bread Guess I’m different than most See, Mel made a couple milli sellin’ Jesus passion Why these new black churches all resemble castles? How the Church be always mad when I can’t do a handout? And why these pastor keep messin’ with these boys Astons Ralph Chorus (Chrisette Michelle) We bobbin to the music this is how we do it (all night) Breezin’ down the freeway just me and my baby (in our ride) Just me and my boss no worries at all Listening to Aston Martin Music Music

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Bastard

Tyler, The Creator

[Intro] Yo, yo, fuck 2DopeBoyz and fuck Nah Right And any other fuck-nigga-ass blog that can't put an 18 year old nigga Making his own fucking beats, covers, videos and all that shit Fuck you post-Drake-ass cliche-jerking, LA-Slauson rapping Fuck-nigga-ass Hypebeast niggas, now back to the album [Tyler, The Creator as Dr. TC] Well, Tyler, hi, I'm Dr. TC and um, I'm guessing that your teacher sent you here to talk 'cause you were misbehaving Um, it's gonna be three sessions: today, tomorrow, and the next day So, just tell me something about yourself... Well, look, if, if you don't talk, I mean, these sessions are going to go slower, so- [Verse 1] This is what the devil plays before he goes to sleep Some food for thought? This food for death, go 'head and fucking eat My father's dead, well, I don't know, we'll never fucking meet I cut my wrist and play piano 'cause I'm so depressed Somebody call the pastor, this bastard is so possessed This meeting just begun, nigga, I'm Satan's son [Verse 2] My mother raised me, a single parent, so it's apparent That I got love for my mother, none of you other fuckers Are much important, I'm getting angrier while recording I'm feeling like the bulls, I've got a gang of wolves Odd Future is children that's fucked up in they mental Simple, but probably not, fuck em You might also like[Verse 3] I'm tall, dark, skinny, my ears are big as fuck Drunk white girls: the only way I'll get my dick sucked Suspended from school, coolest nigga without effort Easy to spot, like black bitches with fake leopard Soak me up in a tampon, but keep the lamp on 'Cause this album pack enough evil That you can't fit inside a Jansport Go to school with this [Verse 4] I go from AP to JC inside a fucking week Waking up with random girls like "Yo, bitch, how the fuck we meet?" I stay with grandma, she always bitching about her carpet Every time I walk inside the house, she always tend to start shit No to drugs, I never spark it, I used to be bullied for honor classes By those that were slow as molasses Take this shit to school [Verse 5] Raquel treat me like my father, like a fucking stranger She still don't know I made "Sarah" to strangle her Not put her in danger and chop her up in the back of a Wrangler All because she said no to homecoming, demons running Inside my heads telling me evil thoughts I'm the dream catcher but nothing but nightmares are caught, go to sleep [Verse 6] I wear green hats because I'm fortunately lucky "Fuck me," the monster said, somehow the monster's dead Inside of me, but the thoughts it tells me are still evil With this state of mind, big moves, Max Keeble I'm on my grind feeble, my music is either A fucking sin or too illegal, play this shit in church [Verse 7: Tyler, The Creator, Dr. TC] I graduated without honors or fucking father He died (I'm so sorry) No bitch, don't even fucking bother I wanted a brother, my mother I told her But instead I got a sister, just like me with her mister nada So both of our imaginations are creations of the fucking situation That's having our brains racing like Dayton Wearing some fucking Heelys [Verse 8] I know you fucking feel me, I want to fucking kill me But times I'm so serious, you think I'm silly I'm doing Big Style Willy couldn't touch 11 Seven, what's religion nigga? I am legend I roll with skaters and musicians with an intuition I created O.F. cause I feel we're more talented Than 40 year old rappers talking about Gucci When they have kids they haven't seen in years Impressing their peers With the same problem, the only way to solve them Is to go to Father's Day convention with a gold revolver Life's a salad, I'm a toss it, eat that shit up, Rick Ross it Shit it out, bag it up, sell it, I'm so damn rebellious Cause my mother let me do what I want She wasn't careless, protective she is the bear The shit is so bare, my diary isn't hid My father didn't give a fuck, so it's something I inherit My mom is all I have so it's never meet the parents When Danielle or Milan decide to fucking share This confused boy, I wanna hug, oy I’m bad for your kids to listen to, soy is not the choice I'm bad milk, drink it [Interlude: Dr. TC] Whoa, umm, it seems you had a lot to say Uh, who knows I might feel as I'm evaluating [Verse 9] My wrist is all red from the cutter Dripping cold blood like the winter, the summer Is never that's equivalent to me and Sarah Well that's not her fucking name, but I think this shit is clever My niggas wanna know if I'm fucking, if I'm kissing But I'm sitting here downing beers simply just wishing With a tear they try to tell me but I never listen 'Cause I don't give a shit like sitting down pissing Eighteen, still talking to imaginaries Hopefully they see the talent I carry just like Jimmy Losers can never win me, you can never offend me My goal in life is a Grammy, hopefully mom'll attend the Ceremony with all my homies, I'm suicidal This my Zombie Circus, I hope the majors heard this Fuck a deal, I just want my father's email So I can tell him how much I fucking hate him in detail [Outro: Dr. TC] Wow, umm So, Tyler, if you had the chance to tell him something What would you tell him?105

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Hanh!

Ying Yang Twins

[INTRO] Ying Yang, we done done it again And put it on the map like hahn! Put it on the map like hahn! [Hook] Think we ain't crunk They think we playing All around the world Is what they saying Think we ain't crunk They think we playing All around the world Is what they saying Hanh x8 Take a pen and a paper And we spit on some game And flip the script And got the world start screaming our names Ying Yang in this thing and its evident (You don't really like us nigga?) You irrelevent We brought hands to the game and we taking over Mind control them like a hypnotic potion Puff of smoke them Nigga we don't bluff we rolls them Curve your stomach you vomit from the roller-coaster We've been around the globe Done seen the world Now we still make jingles for the boys and girls And they like when a nigga say hahn (hahn!) Play a nigga song like hahn (hahn!) Cause we keep coming wit the shit ya like I say you got that right? You got that right Niggas stay crunk like hahn (hahn!) Nigga off the chain like hahn Kane bring it back now (hahn!) Niggas in the club like (hahn!) Bitches in the club like (hahn!) We roll on dubs like (hahn!) We scream throw it up like (hahn!) Go slow like (hahn!) Hit the floor like (hahn!) Ho, drop that shit to the floor like (hahn!) Pop it until you can't no more like (hahn!) Say them boys is out of control (hahn!) We gonna crank this bitch until it flow Say Hanh! (hanh!) If you feel it mother fuckers say hahn! (hanh!) If you don't give a fuck say hanh! (hanh!) Ain't no kool-aid in your cup say hanh! (hanh!) Crank this mother fucker up like hanh! (hanh!) We gonna have a ball And party like its Mardi Gras Even if you're on the wall Just clap ya hands Ying Yang in this thing like hanh! We was on Soul Train screaming hanh! (hanh!) On 106 and Park screaming hanh! (hanh!) We was on Spring Bling screaming hanh! (hanh!) We was on the Bassment screaming hanh! (hanh!) When we in your city we gonna scream hanh! (hanh!) When you ain't wit us we still gonna scream hanh! (hanh!) All these years we gonna scream hanh! (hanh!) Even next year we still gonna scream hanh! (hanh!) When we take the description of the song Just cause we make it a jingle That don't mean its a get along See we make it like this So you can learn it quicker And find out why we ain't concerned with niggas The twins and we quicker than little nigga We quicker to drill a nigga We jump up on a stage and kill a nigga They wishing that they crowds would feel them nigga The way me and my mans and them nigga (x4) Scream hanh! (hanh!) Till you can't no more After that start stomping the flo' Kinda like you got the holy ghost Get crunk, start doing your thing Get up, start doing your thing (hanh!) You might also like[Hook] [Outro]

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What the Beat

DJ Clue?

[Verse 1: Method Man] Niggas is like "Oh My God! Not you!" Yes! I'm in the flesh like hollow heads through your vest No contest, M.E.-Eth Man's obsessed With sex, drugs and rock & roll, new TECs and calicos! Word has it we move mathematic on rappers who don't add up You get broke, battered and slapped up 8 million stories in the Nekkid, call yo' man Method Straight guerrilla, iller nigga kill a murder record My verbal shooter does it to ya The 16-bar Ruger, bustin' yo' funky dope maneuvers But I'm not ya Super Lover Cee, I'm the Super Sperm Splash it on your skin, rub it in like it's Lubriderm 10 outta 10, I be the men of all men, I mean the Crème de la crème or schemer, sippin' on 'Gnac and Zima True, Professional 2 (DJ Clue!) Now that Bush is president, nigga, we all through! (Word!) [Verse 2: Eminem] Yeah, it's like a jungle sometimes, it makes me wonder Why I keep on duckin' under the bed when I hear thunder 'Cause I ain't crazy, I say shit that's crazy to crazy people To make 'em believe I'm crazy, so they can relate to me And maybe believe in Shady, so they can be evil, baby, I like that! I'm only as crazy as people made me Believe me, they'd be just as many mutherfuckin' murderers And heroin users without Marilyn's music But I figure, I make my music, I don't care if you use it To murder somebody, I just wanna be there when you do it! Now the parents are suin' 'Cause little Darren is screwin' Karen and Susan 'Cause I told him to do it on Clue's new shit Now it's all ruined, the whole world is fucked up 'Cause of me, two 12-year old girls is knocked up My attitude's 'Fuck it!' like Pac's was at one point Wanna come join? Pick up a Glock and just point Now everybody's killin' everybody and everybody's bloody And I'm just laughin' like it's funny 'Cause I don't really give a shit about no-motherfuckin'-body I'm so motherfuckin' nutty, I don't give a fuck about nothin'! You might also like[Verse 3: Royce da 5'9"] My wrist is water and freezer mix This is Audio Jesus, the repent shit gets big Keep a sharp-like knife in a pop device So "Duro, you gotta let it bump!", I came from a hard knock life They say this kid be rude like this can't be true I'll suck my own dick like if I had a rib removed Vampire, sun go down, I'm still wildin' Bullets travel through the Air In The Night like Phil Collins Rock City, baby, knife through your throat 'til you're broke Rise from the underground like sewer smoke It's all shifty, I got all of my dogs with me And they all rich, and still all of they palms itchy We'll pump, rumble over birds, jungle urge Walkin' like we talkin' drunk, while we stumble over words Clue *inhale* Duro *inhale* Slim *inhale* Meth *inhale* 5'9" *inhale* Hold up, breath! [Chorus: Method Man, Eminem & Royce da 5'9"] It's just, Mr. Meth and DJ Clue I ain't crazy, I just do what the beat say do It's just, Slim Shady and DJ Clue I ain't evil, I just do what the beat say do Uhh, uhh, Royce 5'9" and DJ Clue I ain't bad, I just do what the beat say do [Outro: DJ Clue] DJ Clue! Desert Storm! Come on, man!!!6

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Friend or Foe ’98

JAY-Z

[Produced by DJ Premier] [Intro] Uh-huh uh, the saga continues... Motion picture shit [Verse] I'm done talking Ran up in the spot gun smoking Shot it in the air, one woke him Son soaking, sweating in his bed like dun' loc'in! Thinking to himself what done provoked him His thoughts is racing like a Vulcan I swear I saw a light bulb when He finally realized who was the culprit I said yeah, remember me from Friend or Foe when I told you don't ever ever come around here no more Time to pay now, you try to rise, I wave the gun - lay down This time you're really going to listen to Jay now I try to talk sensibly, hoping that eventually you realize I had this locked and it just wasn't meant to be Plus I had sympathy when we all bought rims with your keys And it was an afterthought that maybe you'll try to avenge me But I was like "Nah", Homes had to know he was wrong And if you caught me on the foul now you sing me the same song Plus you promised And that's really no fun And here I find you in this Motel 6 with all these guns And all your goons, lined up in adjoining rooms Like some wild cowboys coming to get me at high noon But my mind's like a flower in bloom Peep how my eyes just scour the room I'm alert, plus I paid the clerk I got it laid out You think you the first nigga I played out, in a two-hotel town? Come on now, I peeped your Lexus as you Left the exit got some niggas on that side of the town Money well invested, rudely interrupted Jamaican accent (Boy you know who you dun fucked with?) A gun in your face and that's all you can come up with? I'm done talking, back up and clap him, one in the abdomen Do me a favor duke, get two ice cubes I pass them Take that ice up, for the nicest MC And please yo, tell BIG, he's unbelievable Friend or foe BIOTCH!You might also like8

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Enchanted

J. Cole

[Intro: J. Cole] Yeah, this is where the [Verse 1: J. Cole] Yeah, this is where the fathers ain't livin', least not with us Might see 'em round the city and won’t even say wassup When niggas play tough, won't even smile in mirrors And we learn to fuck hoes off trial and error Just a small town nigga, big city hustle Glued to the TV, Jigga, Diddy, Russell These were our heroes, strictly for them zeros For that Robert De Niro, niggas reload on them kilos, uh Dodgin them people, mad at myself 'cause I done seen some things that I’d rather not tell Shawty smoke crack and her boyfriend too And sometimes, he touch her daughter how them boyfriends do Pull up to the club where my boys went too See that yellow tape and the boys in blue A nigga on a stretcher, and though I never met you I'm thinkin', "God bless you, the city tryna get you" [Bridge: J Cole] Man, don’t let the city get you Fuck the horoscopes, know the ropes like a wrestler If them bullets wet you, bet your mama need a tissue Your face on the front of our shirts, screaming, "We miss you" You might also like[Chorus: J. Cole] Come with me Run quick see What do we have here now? Do you wanna ride or die? Da da-da-da, da da da da Come with me (Da-da, da-da, da-da) Run quick see (Da-da da-da da-da) What do we have here now? Do you wanna ride or die? Da da-da-da, da da da da [Verse 2: Omen] Yeah, now see God, I know you only do what's best for me But is it cool if we negotiate my destiny? They always tellin’ me it’s temporary Then why it's feelin' like a cemetery? My dreams ain't got no obituaries My city hurtin' and none of us well-equipped here You heard me say I was ballin’, I probably meant tears I’m tryna get clear I’m tryna quit fear, who wrote the scripts here? These kids live their whole life just killing time Running the race with no finish line They tryna noose us with they ropes, but I'm finna climb I think my foolish pride might become my suicide But I ain't tryna go, no, baby And through these lines and quotes you gotta find some hope 'Cause I ain't dying, my words gon’ last forever You can hold the treasure, look inside, see a diamond in my mind I'm tired of seeing dope fiends wiping they nose clean Is my neighborhood just a smokescreen? I think I'm in the dungeon fam, I see low green Sons raised by both queens but it's no kings [Chorus: J. Cole] Come with me Run quick see What do we have here now? Do you wanna ride or die? Da da-da-da, da da da da Come with me (Da-da, da-da, da-da) Run quick see (Da-da da-da da-da) What do we have here now? Do you wanna ride or die? Da da-da-da, da da da da [Verse 3: J. Cole] It seems like niggas either feel you or they tryna kill you I face the sky and hope that God ain't acting unfamiliar You play whatever cards he deal no matter how peculiar They tell me that it's God’s will, I’m asking "God, will ya Heal a nigga from all this pain?" Mama smokin' cocaine As it rains out, am I to blame? Try to stay sane So I came outside where they rock with them thangs out To clear my mind, the same time they blew that boy brains out But will it change? It's like niggas is free But our minds still in the chains, brothers killing each other The blood spill, it's a shame, will it ever slow up? A lot of niggas getting older, but they never grow up And do they sons like they fathers did and never show up No need to cry about it, just another episode of Life, watch the whole season, nigga, no reruns The devil out here buying souls, nigga, no refunds, huh [Bridge: J. Cole] Man, don’t let the city get you Fuck the horoscopes, know the ropes like a wrestler If them bullets wet you, bet your mama need a tissue Your face on the front of our shirts screaming, "We miss you" [Outro: J. Cole] Another day, another song A mother prays, another gone But still we play, like ain't nothing wrong Like ain't nothing wrong, 'cause ain't nothing wrong I'm not as fast, I’m not as tall But before I pass, I gotta ball I gotta ball, I gotta ball Nigga, I gotta ball14

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Scary Movies

Bad Meets Evil

[Intro: Eminem & (Royce Da 5'9")] What's your favorite scary movie? Yo, Slim Shady (Yo, Royce 5'9") Y'all wanna make a movie? (What, what?) We got the film right here [Verse 1: Royce da 5'9"] Yeah, I'm one of them pretty rappers Buck if I really have to, I really slap you King of Detroit, who they namin' the city after Scandalous partners whose grammar hammers the hard shit Into your heart with content, yo, who wanna start with? Expert, Bad & Evil is comin' soon MCs get stuck, head first back in they mother's womb This shit is written, in my eyes I'm the illest MC spittin' Leavin' all of you cats shittin' kittens I gotta diss you, my niggas be cockin' pistols Shot and split you, fuck splittin' the profits with you Six percent of y'all niggas is just pretend Cliques with clits, pussy niggas stink with dicks Niggas act bully and blast for the fast penny My auto is fully, plenty of niggas packin' semi Speak darts — yo, you get paid? Rhymin' about it is the sweet part You can't be street smart with a cheap heart 5'9", a street nigga with deep feelin' I keep illin', my steez willin' to keep killin' Fuck rap! A lot of y'all all is just acts Trust that, you rhyme all wack on rough tracks Bust and then we all black when you get bust back at Fuck that, you get blast at, you get laughed at And I'ma spit thunder, stick to my guns Niggas is finished before they gimmicks: one-hit wonders What? Big balls, that's why when I spit, your clique stalls I'm a pitbull, I'm just dog, I'm just raw Split y'all, holler, "It's on!" – then I diss y'all All of y'all niggas get pissed on claimin' you pissed off You might also like[Chorus: Eminem & Royce Da 5'9"] Y'all want drama? Wanna make a scary movie? Rappers comin' in with their team and carry toolies You can jump right out of the screen and barely move me We hard-hittin', directin' and starrin' in it Y'all want drama? Wanna make a scary movie? Rappers comin' in with their team and carry toolies You can jump right out of the screen and barely move me We hard-hittin', directin' and starrin' in it [Verse 2: Eminem] The one man on the planet that'll drive off of the Grand Canyon Hop out of a Grand Am and land in it handstandin' Any man plannin' to battle'll get snatched outta his clothes So fast it'll look like an invisible man standin' I'm headed for Hell, I'd rather be dead or in jail Bill Clinton, hit this — and you better inhale! ‘Cause any MC that chooses to go against me Is gettin' taken advantage of, like Monica Lewinsky (Leave me alone!) Came home in a frenzy, pushin' a ten speed Screamin' to Aunt Peg With three spokes stickin' outta my pant leg Fuck a headache! Give me a migraine, damn it, I like pain You should be anywhere that a mic ain't You rap knowin' you wack You act up and I'm throwin' you down a flight of steps Then I'm throwin' you back up them If they don't like the track, fuck 'em! The rap struck 'em Harder than gettin' hit by a Mack truck and then backed up on And any half-assed known rapper to trespass Better be ready for the second Celebrity Deathmatch So tell the medic to bring the medication and quickly I'm sicker than a 2Pac dedication to Biggie I'm free-fallin' feet first out of a damn tree To stampede your chest 'til you can't breathe And when I'm down to my last breath I'ma climb the Empire State Building And get to the last step and still have half left [Chorus: Eminem & Royce Da 5'9"] Y'all want drama? Wanna make a scary movie? Rappers comin' in with their team and carry toolies You can jump right out of the screen and barely move me We hard-hittin', directin' and starrin' in it Y'all want drama? Wanna make a scary movie? Rappers comin' in with their team and carry toolies You can jump right out of the screen and barely move me We hard-hittin', directin' and starrin' in it [Outro: Eminem & (Royce Da 5'9")] Bad, the Bad (Uhh, when the Bad meets the Bad, yo) The Evil (Take the Evil with the Evil) Put 'em together (What? Nine-nine) Two times, Slim Shady, Royce da 5'9"12

Hip-Hop

Beast Mode

B.o.B

[Verse] I really don't know how long I been doing this shit I guess 2010's the first year that you gave a shit I was the underdog, so please excuse me a bit I need some space so someone please make me some room in this bitch 'Cause I’m in beast mode, feast mode Gimme those beats, I eat those All day I don’t sleep, no, I don’t even know what I got sheets for Them pillowcases and bed frames, oh no, take that, don’t need those So high I don’t get high, I don’t even know what I got weed for People, I’m in beast mode, why’d you think I got these teeth for? Why do I rep that east side and why do they all call me B.O.? But see, I knew this beat before anybody fed my ego Back in the hood at east shows, so we take hood wherever we go Please know, I am as loyal as loyalty is when it’s gave Dedicated, determined, dependable Yes, I committed myself to the game Don’t be letting them tell you them lies We make the industry real when it’s fake So stay meditating so your head is facing Into the direction that you aim, bitch Okay then, know what my name is Excuse my language but I’m fed up with the same shit They say they love me, but it's really 'cause I’m famous, see My momma told me this back when I was nameless So fuck y’all, I’m shameless, I’m a beast unleashed, I’m raging I’m living inside of this Matrix, this video game that I’m playing I ride around and they praise me, I crack a smile and they waving I guess you could call me David Ruffin I’m circled in the temptations, huh Or maybe I’m angry, maybe I just need a little more patience Or maybe I’m crazy, maybe I just get a little too anxious Sometimes I rhyme like I’m inside Einstein's mind Look at the time fly by, plenty of times I died Looking at these jive guys claiming they lost they mind You ain't really seen shit, nigga Till you had the whole world flipped upside down Right side up from the DEC so the Eastside’s up Fired up so you know When I get to the booth I go ham, cause I gotta do what I can So I’m like "kadoish, kadoish, kadoish, Adonai Tsebayoth" I chant I’m kinda like a blur with these words Guess I'm more absurd with these verbs Running at a hundred kilometers, man Pretty soon I’ma leave Earth Earthlings, or whatever, human beings I’m a beast, you're a feast, curly fries, onion rings This is not a fucking game, ain't no referee’s involved This is military combat soldiers standing guard round my yard Entourage, ham squad to be exact Smoking ham, smacking back Take your girl, have her back We don’t want her round my team She’s a slut and she’s a freak But you don’t know cause she’s discreet I swear I see everything that's a bit Man I’m fed up to my neck with the stress I could use a wish; Hayley, where you at? I guess the only exception to these girls is that I rap But I only attack 'Cause I’m in beast mode, just beast mode Everybody know that I’m a motherfucking monster Monster... Energy Drink shoulda been my sponsor But sometimes I wonder, what is this race I run for I give a fuck about numbers so I do find it ironic These niggas get mad at me Talking all sideways with they eyes glazed They mad cause I’m straight, what the mind sees, the eyes say And they say that I went pop and the streets say I ain't hip hop Well if it's not, then the shit stopYou might also like11

Hip-HopRap

Apologize (Remix)

OneRepublic

[Refrain: One Republic] I'm holdin' on a rope Got me ten feet off the ground And I'm hearin' what you're saying But I just can't make a sound You tell me that you need me Then you go and cut me down, but wait Tell me that you're sorry Didn't think I'd turn around, I say hey [Verse 1: Lil Wayne] Okay, I'm talking 'bout a good girl gone bad Crooked world, wrong path; right Mom, wrong Dad I sing this song mad but not mad enough to shoot you But it just eats me up, like some barbecue from Luther's In the morning with the roosters On the corner with the boosters And she's the fresh-cut and they're on her like sutures And I wanna talk to her, but her momma has to school her I wanna see her better, she's the weather of my future I don't wanna see another hurricane Baby, you can kill the pain If you just let me explain, trust me, I know what I'm sayin' You will end up on the track of an on-comin' train Stuck in the passenger seat, travelin' through the fast lane You might also like[Verse 2: Bun B] Well, once upon a time there was a mom and a dad Who on the outside, had everything people wished they had A beautiful daughter, two-story house, two-car garage And a white picket-fence wrapped around the front yard See, Daddy was a doctor and Mommy was a banker Mommy's job got outsourced, so now Mommy's a dranker Daddy had a malpractice suit, now he's a snorter And all this shit is takin' place right in front of the daughter She says, "Daddy, what's wrong?", but he's just too high "Mommy, what we gon' do?", she just get drunk and cry Caught in the middle of two wrongs, tryin' to do right Looking for answers all alone in the darkness of night Shit ain't right [Refrain: One Republic] I'm holding on a rope Got me ten feet off the ground And I'm hearing what you're saying But I just can't make a sound You tell me that you need me Then you go and cut me down, but wait Tell me that you're sorry Didn't think I'd turn around, I say hey [Hook: One Republic] You say that it's too late to apologize It's too late I said it's too late to apologize It's too late6

PopRock

Girls Fall Like Dominoes

Nicki Minaj

[Chorus: The Big Pink & Nicki Minaj] These girls fall like dominoes, dominoes These girls fall like dominoes, d-d-dominoes These girls fall like dominoes, dominoes These girls fall like dominoes, d-d-dominoes (Uh-huh) Dominoes, d-d-dominoes (Yo, ayo, ayo) [Verse 1: Nicki Minaj] I'ma need sixty-nine real bad girls for my tour bus Somebody get security to escort us They go the long way, but we take the short cuts Give me the blonde hair, long weave, short cuts You know the flow sick, came in on the small bus So give the D-cup, C-cup, small bust They judge me like the girl's on trial But every time that I come out, it's just girls gone wild Got the domino effect, in the front row passing out With little bikini tops, they got they asses hanging out Say my shoe game nuts, so I call 'em cashews Every other city, it's another Nicki tattoo Steal Wayne girls, I steal Drake girls You know the real bitches love me, fuck the fake girls So if you pretty, I sign titties I got the key to every muhfuckin' city (Kyuh) [Chorus: The Big Pink, Nicki Minaj] These girls fall like dominoes, dominoes These girls fall like dominoes, d-d-dominoes These girls fall like dominoes, dominoes These girls fall like dominoes, d-d-dominoes (Yo, yo) Dominoes, d-d-dominoes (Yo, yo) You might also like[Verse 2: Nicki Minaj] Okay, so when I'm in the hills, I hang with Kristin Cavallari And when I'm in Miami, I'm with Kourtney, Kim, and Khloe And when I'm in the A, I'm with Ciara or it's Keri I'm feeling like a diva, then I hit Mariah Carey I'm in the UK, I'ma see M.I.A Superhero by night, r-r-rapper by day And if I just wanna talk, I'ma hit up Monique If I need a bad bitch, Angelina Jolie (Ooh) Material girls like Madonna, model for Donatella Ain't nothing you can tell her 'cause she get the mozzarella She look just like Rihanna She work with Wilhelmina, only rocking Galliano She might be Filipino, be sipping Pellegrino Be watching Al Pacino, she could probably sniff a kilo Anyway, yo, hit up Grace Jones and tell her I said Strangé I'm out in Paris, motherfucker, with Beyoncé [Chorus: The Big Pink] These girls fall like dominoes, dominoes These girls fall like dominoes, d-d-dominoes These girls fall like dominoes, dominoes These girls fall like dominoes, d-d-dominoes Dominoes, d-d-dominoes [Bridge: Nicki Minaj] Girls, girls, every day, from London, Canada, and the USA Girls, girls, every day, from London, Canada, and the USA Girls, girls, every day, from London, Canada, and the USA Girls, girls, every day, from London, Canada, and the USA Where my Westside girls at? (Girls at) And where my Eastside girls at? (Girls at) Yo, where my Northside girls at? (Girls at) And where my down-south girls at? (Girls at) Yo, where my Westside girls at? (Girls at) Yo, where my Eastside girls at? (Girls at) Where my up-north girls at? (Girls at) Now where my down-south girls at? [Chorus: The Big Pink] These girls fall like dominoes, dominoes These girls fall like dominoes, d-d-dominoes These girls fall like dominoes, dominoes These girls fall like dominoes, d-d-dominoes Dominoes, d-d-dominoes13

Hip-Hop

Rock the House

Gorillaz

[Verse 1: Del the Funky Homosapien] I know you like that, you want to try that It's like a flashback, so shake your ass crack I got the balls to rock the salsa Funk the blues-a, any groove to Make your move, ‘cause taking you to Another landscape is my mandate I'm highly animated even though I'm decomposin' So if your feet is frozen, I'ma die to see you ropin' [Pre-Chorus: Del the Funky Homosapien] And when the MC rhyme and the DJ spin I want y'all to just get down Now while the MC rhyming and the DJ cutting I want y'all to just get down And when the MC rhyme and the DJ spin I want y'all to just get down Now while the MC rhyming and the DJ cutting I want y'all to just get down [Chorus: Del the Funky Homosapien] Tap your toes and clap your hands (How many people ready to rock the house?) Come on, trace the globe and shake your pants (How many people ready to rock the house?) Just twist your hip and do the dip (How many people ready to rock the house?) Come on, shake and bake, do whatever it takes (How many people ready to rock the house?) You might also like[Verse 2: Del the Funky Homosapien] Gravitational pull'll have you making a fool Out of yourself on the dance floor Doing back spins, running man and more Party down with vigor and candor Coming to the jam or look like a landlubber And do the aqua boogie, win lots of goodies maybe Pop a Gucci wallet, turntables is talking to me It's awfully groovy, seeing all the treasure and the booty [Pre-Chorus: Del the Funky Homosapien] And when the MC rhyme and the DJ spin I want y'all to just get down Now while the MC rhyming and the DJ cutting I want y'all to just get down And when the MC rhyme and the DJ spin I want y'all to just get down Now while the MC rhyming and the DJ cutting I want y'all to just get down [Chorus: Del the Funky Homosapien] Tap your toes and clap your hands (How many people ready to rock the house?) Come on, trace the globe and shake your pants (How many people ready to rock the house?) Just twist your hip and do the dip (How many people ready to rock the house?) Come on, shake and bake, do whatever it takes (How many people ready to rock the house?) [Verse 3: Del the Funky Homosapien] I want to get down lower than Atlantis Going toe to toe with an enchantress Get funkier than Funkadelic wearing Pampers While you eggheads is on the wall preparing answers Sharing transcripts, while we over here Dipping and dancing, rhythm romancing Wallflowers, giving no action, no All hours we chillin' and maxin' So relaxin', opposites attractin' I'ma toss my hat in, floss when the track spin Like I'm on a crack bend, jigglin' and wigglin' Freaking booties, speaking to the cuties so belligerent No religion, just bump the feed on You'll feel reborn, negativity we just dead it like decoy Better lift your feet and just measure the beat on The pulse when it responds [Chorus: Del the Funky Homosapien] Tap your toes and clap your hands (How many people ready to rock the house?) Come on, trace the globe and shake your pants (How many people ready to rock the house?) Just twist your hip and do the dip (How many people ready to rock the house?) Come on, shake and bake, do whatever it takes (How many people ready to rock the house?)18

Hip-HopRap

Rather Be (Vagina Is For Lovers)

Wale

[Intro] I'd rather be with you babe, yes I do I'd rather beeeeee with youuuuuuuuuuuu [Chorus] Rather be, rather Rather be, rather Rather be, rather Rather beee with youuuuuu [Verse 1: J. Cole] Yeah Hey Ay though I love you hate that bitch that's always with you A Shame I gotta put up with her shit just to get you She threw another fit you had to split because she was wit you And now I'm at the crib all alone damn I miss you Ay when we first met you was too tense for me to get through And then I got you loose it's like a glove how I fit you Your two lips they smell like tulips so official My niggas'll probably clown me if I told 'em that I kissed you But you clean as a whistle wet as a tissue in the toilet Love to hit that spot get you hot like I boil it Even let ol' girl watch she enjoy it Even though she make it hard for me to see you Knowing that I need you Now look, don't make a grown nigga beg that ain't fair bitch Just take them clothes off oh look you got your hair did For me looks good she said oh you so sweet Now get me while you can you bout to have to wait a whole week Ah hell not the beast really I don't give a fuck Well since you already bleedin' that mean I don't get to cut Ay look I'm already fienin' so just let me slide thru Tell your homegirl relax and let me get inside you Because that booty mad thick behind your juicy ass lips I'm trying to get you hot and wet you know Jacuzzi that shit Then I'm bustin' like an uzi in this bougie ass chick The only reason that I put up with this moody ass bitch Is... you See Wale LiveGet tickets as low as $128You might also like[Chorus] Rather be, (Hey baby its... you) rather Rather be, (Now baby its... you) rather Rather be, (Hey baby its... you) rather (And I... ) rather beee with youuuuuu [Verse 2: Wale] Yeah She said I love you she talks tellin' me to kiss her up But when her friend visits I doesn't get it much Its soo-woo season and shawty dick teasin' now for that reason Now my shit is like a crip sneaker Listen love of my life, I'm tryin' to get some, a- -ttention. You don't gotta listen just give a fuck Your mouth, I don't need, your legs, you can keep Just tryin' to get up in your jeans re-sew your seams And your pussy was the cameo but stole the scene So I got my camera on your cameltoe say cheese Two lips blowin' kisses, muah to my mistress Goodbye to my girl when I'm in it I'll take you out shorty but let me know its mine I'll paint you with my tongue and stay in those bikini lines See it's a part of you I gotta be a part of But every other part of you make me wanna depart and Baby look at what you started, why am I working for it Why are we still conversing when I'm sure you've heard the chorus I'm sure you get the point and I prefer you throw it urgent Your mind can say no but she can't control the urges Because your booty mad thick behind them juicy ass lips Trying to get you hot and wet you know Jacuzzi that shit Then I'm bustin' like an uzi when I'm through with that shit The only reason why I put up with this stupid ass bitch Is because of you [Chorus] Rather be, rather Rather be, rather Rather be, rather (And I... ) rather beee with youuuuuu [Verse 3: Curren$y] Uh, and how I wish I would've met you first Never had a chance to try Cause your overprotective friend saw the lust in my eyes So you she would hide cause she thought of me as a typical guy Which you know I'm different, right You listenin' to her is leaving you with empty nights Recognize shawty, be real with ya'self Mama feelin' herself literally And I wondering if her mission is to get rid of me Cause every time you come by to kick it And I open up the door you bring her cranky ass with you Influencing your decisions I can't even get a minute Without her making attempts to garner all of my attention She talk and I don't listen, I'm just picturin' me stickin' And movin' you moanin', music on the counter in the kitchen Spitta be that nigga bitches reachin' for my zipper Cause they figure that's the way to my digits I beg to differ Lifted like the research group, I so get it She know you'll never be the same if I hit it You know you longing for the stroke so you drippin' She smoking and that'll be the scapegoat for slippin' Oooo your booty so thick behind them juicy ass lips I'm trying to get you hot and wet you know Jacuzzi that shit Then I'm bustin' like an uzi when I'm thru with that shit The only reason that I put up with this bougie ass bitch Is... you [Outro] Rather be, rather Rather be, rather Rather be, rather Rather beee with youuuuuu3

Hip-Hop

Super Bass

Nicki Minaj

[Intro: Nicki Minaj] Yeah, yeah, yeah, hey [Verse 1: Nicki Minaj] This one is for the boys with the boomin' system Top down, AC with the cooler system When he come up in the club, he be blazin' up Got stacks on deck like he savin' up And he ill, he real, he might gotta deal He pop bottles and he got the right kind of build He cold, he dope, he might sell coke He always in the air, but he never fly coach He a mothafuckin trip, trip, sailor of the ship, ship When he make it drip, drip, kiss him on the lip, lip That's the kinda dude I was lookin' for And yes, you'll get slapped if you're lookin', ho [Pre-Chorus: Nicki Minaj] I said, excuse me, you're a hell of a guy I mean, my, my, my, my, you're like pelican fly I mean, you're so shy and I'm loving your tie You're like slicker than the guy with the thing on his eye, oh Yes, I did, yes, I did Somebody please tell em who the F I is I am Nicki Minaj, I mack them dudes up Back coupes up and chuck the deuce up You might also like[Chorus: Nicki Minaj & Ester Dean] Boy, you got my heartbeat runnin' away Beatin' like a drum and it's comin' your way Can't you hear that Boom, badoom, boom, boom, badoom, boom, bass? He got that super bass Boom, badoom, boom, boom, badoom, boom, bass Yeah, that's that super bass Boom, boom, boom, badoom (Bass, bass) Boom, boom, boom (Bass, yeah) Boom, boom, boom, badoom (Bass, bass) Boom, boom, boom (Bass) Boom, badoom, boom, boom, badoom, boom, bass He got that super bass Boom, badoom, boom, boom, badoom, boom, bass Yeah, that's that super bass (Yo, yo) [Verse 2: Nicki Minaj] This one is for the boys in the polos Entrepreneur niggas and the moguls He could ball with the crew, he could solo But I think I like him better when he dolo And I think I like him better with the fitted cap on He ain't even gotta try to put the mack on He just gotta give me that look, when he give me that look Then the panties comin' off, off, uh [Pre-Chorus: Nicki Minaj] Excuse me, you're a hell of a guy You know, I really got a thing for American guys I mean, sigh, sickenin' eyes I can tell that you're in touch with your feminine side, uh Yes, I did, yes, I did Somebody please tell 'em who the F I is I am Nicki Minaj, I mack them dudes up Back coupes up and chuck the deuce up [Chorus: Nicki Minaj & Ester Dean] Boy, you got my heartbeat runnin' away Beatin' like a drum and it's comin' your way Can't you hear that Boom, badoom, boom, boom, badoom, boom, bass? He got that super bass Boom, badoom, boom, boom, badoom, boom, bass Yeah, that's that super bass Boom, boom, boom, badoom (Bass, bass) Boom, boom, boom (Bass, yeah) Boom, boom, boom, badoom (Bass, bass) Boom, boom, boom (Bass) Boom, badoom, boom, boom, badoom, boom, bass He got that super bass Boom, badoom, boom, boom, badoom, boom, bass Yeah, that's that super bass (Yo, yo) [Bridge: Nicki Minaj] See, I need you in my life for me to stay Know, know, know, know, know, I know you'll stay No, no, no, no, no, don't go away, hey Boy, you got my heartbeat runnin' away Don't you hear that heartbeat comin' your way? Oh, it be like Boom, badoom, boom, boom, badoom, boom, bass Can't you hear that Boom, badoom, boom, boom, badoom, boom, bass? [Chorus: Nicki Minaj & Ester Dean] Boy, you got my heartbeat runnin' away Beatin' like a drum and it's comin' your way Can't you hear that Boom, badoom, boom, boom, badoom, boom, bass? He got that super bass Boom, badoom, boom, boom, badoom, boom, bass Yeah, that's that super bass Boom, boom, boom, badoom (Bass, bass) Boom, boom, boom (Bass, yeah) Boom, boom, boom, badoom (Bass, bass) Boom, boom, boom (Bass) Boom, badoom, boom, boom, badoom, boom, bass He got that super bass Boom, badoom, boom, boom, badoom, boom, bass Yeah, that's that super bass (Yo, yo)137

Hip-Hop

Blow Ya Mind

Nicki Minaj

[Chorus: Danny SchofIeld] She said her name was Nicki She came to play and her body was sick, yeah She kill when she walks, so sexy when she talk Aw, you know she gonna blow ya mind Okay, Nicki [Post-Chorus: Safaree & Nicki Minaj] Somebody, somebody, some, some Somebody, somebody, some (Get 'em) Somebody, somebody, some, some Somebody, somebody, some (Get 'em) Somebody, somebody, some, some Somebody, somebody, some (Get 'em, ayo) Somebody, somebody, some, some (Get 'em, yo, yo, yo) Somebody, somebody, some (Get 'em, yo, yo, ayo) [Verse 1: Nicki Minaj] Did these niggas fall and bump their little heads? I got 'em like, ah, which one of them I'ma dead? 'Cause when they get sick, they start to cough bread So (Eh, eh, eh) just cough up that bread The body look right, plus we crop heads The Rolls Royce phantom, yep, the Drophead And that just goes to show I'm that bitch I twenty-six inched the rims with black lips You might also like[Pre-Chorus: Nicki Minaj] Now this is the anthem, this, this is the anthem Now this is the anthem, this, this is the anthem I'm in there, I'm in there, all in your in-ear Boy, I put this pussy on your chinny, chin, chin, yeah [Chorus: Danny SchofIeld] She said her name was Nicki She came to play and her body was sick, yeah She kill when she walks, so sexy when she talk Aw, you know she gonna blow ya mind Okay, Nicki [Post-Chorus: Safaree & Nicki Minaj] Somebody, somebody, some, some Somebody, somebody, some (Get 'em) Somebody, somebody, some, some Somebody, somebody, some (Get 'em) Somebody, somebody, some, some Somebody, somebody, some (Get 'em, uh-huh) Somebody, somebody, some, some (Get 'em, yo, yo, yo) Somebody, somebody, some (Get 'em, yo, yo) [Verse 2: Nicki Minaj] Woah, woah, woah, woah, woah Tell that nigga not to drink no mo' Thinkin' that he hot, he really just so-so That's just a ridiculous mofo Fuck I look like? (All that) Pull up in the (All black) Suede on my (Floor mat), bad bitch (Format) Rosé (Pour that), don't expect a (Call back) 'Cause I'm international, tell him to call me Borat [Pre-Chorus: Nicki Minaj] Now this is the anthem, this, this is the anthem Now this is the anthem, this, this is the anthem In-ear, in-ear, in-ear, in-ear, all in your in-ear Boy, I put this pussy on your chinny, chin, chin, yeah [Chorus: Danny SchofIeld] She said her name was Nicki She came to play and her body was sick, yeah She kill when she walks, so sexy when she talk Aw, you know she gonna blow ya mind Okay, Nicki [Post-Chorus: Safaree & Nicki Minaj] Somebody, somebody, some, some Somebody, somebody, some (Get 'em) Somebody, somebody, some, some Somebody, somebody, some (Get 'em) Somebody, somebody, some, some Somebody, somebody, some (Get 'em) Somebody, somebody, some, some (Get 'em) Somebody, somebody, some (Get 'em) [Bridge: Nicki Minaj] Fuck I look like? What the fuck I look like? I'm a bad motherfucker, what the fuck I look like? Fu-fu-fuck I look like? What the fuck I look like? I'm a bad motherfucker, what the fuck I look like? Fu-fu-fuck I look like? What the fuck I look like? I'm a bad motherfucker, what the fuck I look like? Fu-fu-fuck I look like? What the fuck I look like? I'm a bad motherfucker, what the fuck I look like? [Chorus: Danny SchofIeld] She said her name was Nicki She came to play and her body was sick, yeah She kill when she walks, so sexy when she talk Aw, you know she gonna blow ya mind Okay, Nicki [Post-Chorus: Safaree] Somebody, somebody, some, some Somebody, somebody, some (Get 'em) Somebody, somebody, some, some Somebody, somebody, some (Get 'em) Somebody, somebody, some, some Somebody, somebody, some (Get 'em) Somebody, somebody, some, some (Get 'em) Somebody, somebody, some (Get 'em)7

Hip-Hop

Muny

Nicki Minaj

[Pre-Chorus] Oh no, we don't play with silly girls All I know is the material girls Give me the muny, the cars, the caseloads The mun-mun-muny, the yen and the pesos [Chorus] The mun-mun-muny, the mun-mun-muny The mun-mun-muny, yen and the pesos The mun-mun-muny, the mun-mun-muny The mun-mun-muny, yen and the pesos The mun-mun-muny, the mun-mun-muny The mun-mun-muny, yen and the pesos The mun-mun-muny, the mun-mun-muny The mun-mun-mun-mun-muny, the mun-mun-mun-mun-muny [Verse 1] Told y'all on Drake's shit, told y'all to fixate Bitches want my old shit, buy my old mixtape (Oh) I ain't fuckin' with you bum bitches no more Always in the club lookin' like a bozo Talkin' 'bout money, we could have a conversation Top five tax bracket in the population Hatin' and I know they got a reason why I ain't gotta wonder if I want to lease or buy And I dictate how I'm gon' piece the pie I ain't talkin' about no mothafuckin' pizza pie 'Cause I keep a bad bitch, booty big and the waist thin Seen his little weiner, but we don't like Nathans Nah, homie, you gon' need a bigger cock-pit 'Cause when I fly, I be right behind the cockpit You might also like[Break] Ayo, Captain, ayo, Cap I-I don't wanna hear that navigation, big pa I'm tryin', I'm tryin' to get some sleep, ya dig? [Pre-Chorus] Oh no, we don't play with silly girls All I know is the material girls Give me the muny, the cars, the caseloads The mun-mun-muny, the yen and the pesos [Chorus] The mun-mun-muny, the mun-mun-muny The mun-mun-muny, yen and the pesos The mun-mun-muny, the mun-mun-muny The mun-mun-muny, yen and the pesos The mun-mun-muny, the mun-mun-muny The mun-mun-muny, yen and the pesos The mun-mun-muny, the mun-mun-muny The mun-mun-mun-mun-muny, the mun-mun-mun-mun-muny [Verse 2] I'm in the UK, but just for one day Who's to say I won't come back again? Materialistic, I'm narcissistic My shoe game is mean, it's so sadistic I took the Learjet to cop some lipstick Yeah, I'ma risk it, I'm optimistic I sip on Rosé, you sip your Mystic My flow's a biscuit short of a picnic Okay, Versace Pythons, Louis aviators Balenciagas and they gotta be the Gladiators Chanel lambskin, vintage Vanson I'm on the bike, doin' wheelies in a mansion A lot of bad bitches on the pole dancin' Gucci bag, just to put the coke cans in [Break] Hey, yo, Anna, hey, yo, Anna Wintour I'ma need that cover, baby girl It's Pink Friday, ya dig? [Pre-Chorus] Oh no, we don't play with silly girls All I know is the material girls Give me the muny, the cars, the caseloads The mun-mun-muny, the yen and the pesos [Chorus] The mun-mun-muny, the mun-mun-muny The mun-mun-muny, yen and the pesos The mun-mun-muny, the mun-mun-muny The mun-mun-muny, yen and the pesos The mun-mun-muny, the mun-mun-muny The mun-mun-muny, yen and the pesos The mun-mun-muny, the mun-mun-muny The mun-mun-mun-mun-muny, the mun-mun-mun-mun-muny [Bridge] Material, I’m always on that new shit Material, this shit is exclusive Material, material world for material girls (Girls, girls, girls) Material, don't ever get the truth bent Material, I could give you the blueprint Material, material world for material girls (Girls, girls, girls) [Outro] Material, material, ma-ma-material Material, material, ma-ma-material Material, material, ma-ma-material girls (Girls, girls, girls) Material, material, ma-ma-material Material, material, ma-ma-material Material, material, ma-ma-material girls10

Hip-Hop

Bet I

B.o.B

[Hook: B.o.B] Put me on anything, still I bet I bust Put me anywhere on the map, I bet I bust This is what I does so, please don't gas me up Matter of fact, give me fifteen minutes and a bag of bud I bet I bust I bet I bust, I bet I bust I bet I, I bet I, I bet I bust, I bet I bust Matter of fact, give me fifteen minutes and a bag of bud I bet I bust [Verse 1: B.o.B] Yo, bud boys, bet I bust, that's just what I does, yes Put me anywhere on the map with a backpack strapped, still I bet I bust Bet I flow, bet I rip this beat, bet I feel that soul Bet I go, bet I bench these niggas like Ray, sit down bro Bet I know everything about this game, bet I know my role But they know when I come to the court this is my sport, B-dot-o-B So bet I'm gone, bet I'm on a brand new plane Bet I'm in a whole different zone I ain't really from this place, so I'm up all night long Really I'm in outer space, really ain't got no home Really I'm a saint, bet I'm blown, bet I'm thrown Up to the sky, over the ocean So I'll fly, wherever I'm goin' When I'm by, bet I'm focused If it's fire, you can bet I roll it Matter of fact, you can bet I bust You might also like[Hook: B.o.B] Put me on anything, still I bet I bust Put me anywhere on the map, I bet I bust This is what I does so, please don't gas me up Matter of fact, give me fifteen minutes and a bag of bud I bet I bust I bet I bust, I bet I bust I bet I, I bet I, I bet I bust, I bet I bust Matter of fact, give me fifteen minutes and a bag of bud I bet I bust [Verse 2: T.I.] Yeah, hey, gather round, front and center, the King finna enter The room when the boom hit the booth, I deliver The hottest, you probably too small to acknowledge, you Impossible to copy like what everybody try to do We cool as some dudes on them waves out in Malibu I'm fallin' hard baseline, ball through the alley-oop (bang!) Comin' through this thing like James In the air, off the rim I hang Nigga, this king Pretend you forgot my name if you wanna I'ma come hard like a boner, don't I Make a nigga wanna rebound, turned up all the way We amped, two or three tramp With 'em in the mill, same Bentley Niggas said they do it like us, you shittin' me? '96, '97 in Atlanta Didn't we have more blocks than Mutombo, Dikembe? For those who can't hold water, need new kidneys Put 'em down under Australia, Sydney And I'm still representin' For the niggas on the prison yard, tuned in, listenin' I'm back to doin' big things A sucker lookin' for me, start in your bitch's dreams Or twenty feet tall standin' on the big screen Get dough, big green, my flow sickenin'; it's the King, nigga [Hook: B.o.B] Put me on anything, still I bet I bust Put me anywhere on the map, I bet I bust This is what I does so, please don't gas me up Matter of fact, give me fifteen minutes and a bag of bud I bet I bust I bet I bust, I bet I bust I bet I, I bet I, I bet I bust, I bet I bust Matter of fact, give me fifteen minutes and a bag of bud I bet I bust [Verse 3: Playboy Tre] Yeah, back with a cup of that liquor, nigga Y'all don't really know Tre Really know me, really know the streets, no Y'all niggas really ain't G, really ain't hard Never really served no hard, y'all be playin' that role Talkin' that pimp shit, never really pimp shit, nah Y'all be savin' them hoes, but I don't and I won't I'll get a bitch anytime I want I'm that guy, spit that fire, shake the ground every time I stomp Beat in the trunk, cup in the air You can talk shit but I really don't care Man I'm in the Cadillac Gun go rat-tat-a-tat-tat but a nigga ain't scared From that Red Clay, east of the A Young niggas get locked up everyday Cops ain't shit, so I drop that shit Have it drop on 'em, make it through the day Grindin' for my pay, it's that nigga Tre Bustin' like a pistol best believe it when I say that I bust [Hook: B.o.B] Put me on anything, still I bet I bust Put me anywhere on the map, I bet I bust This is what I does so, please don't gas me up Matter of fact, give me fifteen minutes and a bag of bud I bet I bust I bet I bust, I bet I bust I bet I, I bet I, I bet I bust, I bet I bust Matter of fact, give me fifteen minutes and a bag of bud I bet I bust7

Hip-HopRap

When the Last Time

Clipse

[Intro: Pharrell] (Get down) Niggas and bitches (Get down) You are now listening to (Get down) The real (Get down) And that would be (Get down) Clipse, The Neptunes (Get down) And the new label (Get, get down) (Get down) Star Trak [Verse 1: Pusha T] Top down, chrome spinning You see the boss grinning, I'm loving these damn women I let two get in, she tried to let the rest fit in I'm like, "Nah, love, that's forbidden" I ain't for squishing, that's a problem to the wheel well Trust, I know them twenties real well Now we coasting, me, two chicks and toasting I turn up the volume, watch the bass get 'em open Soft spoken with a wild side I love 'em in the ride, they lovin' the ride We was moving bodies before we hit the party 'Fore the DJ started cutting (I was already fucking) Cinderella'd you girls, from nothing to something Hit the parking lot, hear the club system thumping Lose the face, you twos was great But it's to the V.I.P., I got new moves to make (Get down) You might also like[Chorus: Pharrell] When the last time you heard it like this? Smoke something, drink something, get ripped And make the girls in the party just strip Move ya ass, girl (Get, get down) Only if you know you live From the club to the parking lot How many chicks can you fit in that ride? Put 'em up, homie (Get, get down) [Verse 2: Malice] Hey, it's just a day in the life Club nights, one of the reasons I love life Chicks be in the back tipsy We gets in for free, "Ay, they with me" Two stepping, you see each crew repping Slipping on the floor, mirrors and walls is sweating Shorty in my ear say she got a thong on And I love how she move any time her song on I like that, ma, you do something to me Come this way and prove something to me Fast or slow, she got the right moves And I got the right dough for any date that I choose I'm open, but nah, I don't lose focus If the shit jump off, you know the thing that I'm toting But I'm only here to party, y'all Carry every weekend like it's Mardi Gras (Get down) [Chorus: Pharrell] When the last time you heard it like this? Smoke something, drink something, get ripped And make the girls in the party just strip Move ya ass, girl (Get, get down) Only if you know you live From the club to the parking lot How many chicks can you fit in that ride? Put 'em up, homie (Get, get down) [Interlude: Pharrell] Yo, you are now listening to the sounds That are vibrating your speakers Please do not be alarmed (Get, get down) It will not hurt you at all For it is the real For all my real niggas and bitches (Get, get) [Verse 3: Pusha T] When they say, "Last call", it don't mean the night's over It mean it's time for her to show ya How quick she can hop out those Gucci loafers Pin her ass to the sofa and attack the chocha S&M chick, asked Pusha to choke her But I thought about how rich I am and said, "No sir" Chick was crazy, gave her crazy space What did it, the whip appeal or my baby face? [Verse 4: Malice] The night's still young and I'm already leaning Cruise through the lot on the deuce-twos gleaming The liquor in me and I don't need a reason Obnoxious with the women, hot tucked in the linen I pull up, let her get in, she know from the beginning She added to the list of them chicks that I done been in Her head spinning and my head spinning Mine from juice and gin and hers from neck and chin and I'm a winner, man (Get down) [Chorus: Pharrell] When the last time you heard it like this? Smoke something, drink something, get ripped And make the girls in the party just strip Move ya ass, girl (Get, get down) Only if you know you live From the club to the parking lot How many chicks can you fit in that ride? Put 'em up, homie (Get, get down) When the last time you heard it like this? Smoke something, drink something, get ripped And make the girls in the party just strip Move ya ass, girl (Get, get down) Only if you know you live From the club to the parking lot How many chicks can you fit in that ride? Put 'em up, homie (Get, get down) [Outro: Pharrell] Get down Get down Get down Get down Get, get down Get down10

Hip-HopRap

Universal Mind Control (UMC)

Common

[Intro: Pharrell] Aiyyo, all they wanna do is dance That's all they wanna do [Verse 1: Common] This is that automatic I stay fresh like I'm wrapped in plastic P goes spastic, C galactic Southside boy, we Cadillac it Charismatic, Asiatic I hustle for mathematics Cameras, action, changed the status Actor tappin' yo' favorite actress Gucci rockin', coochies poppin' Movie watchin', booties droppin' Body movin', showin', provin' Stylin' and being fly (c'mon) I touch the masses like a Catholic Expensive rap shit, my future's backlit Interact with the cat who macks and stacks My vernac' attracts y'all react; so let's go, uhh [Hook: Pharrell] This is that new shit, keep 'em standing in line That universal mind control, now move yo' behind Uh, you know you like it; it's calling yo' name Nigga, this is that new shit, and it don't feel the same It's got that dang da-da-dang d-dang-a-dang dang Dang diggy dang d-dang-a-dang dang Bop bop, d-dang d-dang diggy diggy Bop bop, d-dang d-dang dang See Common LiveGet tickets as low as $143You might also like[Verse 2: Common] Some pop, some lock, some move robotic Like cash money I stay in pocket U.M.C. r-r-r-rock, don't stop it Chicks exotic, mix Hpnotiq Superhero role boy, I'm bionic You a fad on some level, I'm a supersonic Girl, you 'bout it, you can strip like comic And trance to melodic Technotronic Beats knockin', seats droppin' Seeds poppin', streets rockin' Freakin', shakin, money makin' Stylin' and being fly I'm the one the ladies-ladies chose to Strip and pose to, take off their clothes to Toast to the one that go coast to coast to Mr. Global, the focal, let's go, uhh [Hook: Pharrell] This is that new shit, keep 'em standing in line That universal mind control, now move yo' behind Uh, you know you like it; it's calling yo' name Nigga, this is that new shit, and it don't feel the same It's got that dang da-da-dang d-dang-a-dang dang Dang diggy dang d-dang-a-dang dang Bop bop, d-dang d-dang diggy diggy Bop bop, d-dang d-dang dang [Verse 3: Common] I am a renegade, I never been afraid Fresh and I'm get-tin paid The future future of this age! From the Chi so I talk this way Twist the hay and the Grand Marnier Rock the fly shit like every day To the top and I'm on my way, let's go, uhh [Hook: Pharrell] This is that new shit, keep 'em standing in line That universal, mind control now move yo' behind Uh, you know you like it; it's calling yo' name Nigga, this is that new shit, and it don't feel the same It's got that dang da-da-dang d-dang-a-dang dang Dang diggy dang d-dang-a-dang dang Bop bop, d-dang d-dang diggy diggy Bop bop, d-dang d-dang dang10

Hip-HopRap

Slow Ya Roll

Young Buck

[Verse 1: Young Buck] Let me take you back to high school, '94 When at least when a nigga had time to go Walk to the bus stop, selling rocks on the way Little bad motherfucker with a pocket full of yay Fell in love with a shorty that was bad I would go and skip class just so I could see that ass But she was too fast, and I was too slow 'Cause she wanted a nigga who already had dough She found her a man who was like 24 But what she didn't know that he had plenty hoes She was too young, so now he got a new one 'Cause shorty went and bought her a new gun See when she catch this nigga she gon' do something Not fight, but shorty gon' shoot something But she never got a chance, a change of plans Shot herself in the back putting the gun in her pants [Chorus: Young Buck {with Chester Bennington}] Live life young nigga, quit trying to be grown You gon' miss momma when she dead and gone So {slow your roll}, slow down, my nigga {Slow your roll}, slow down my, nigga Live life little mama, quit trying to be grown You gon' miss daddy when he dead and gone So {slow your roll}, you gotta slow down {Slow your roll}, you gotta slow down You might also like[Verse 2: Young Buck] I got a graveyard tatted on my arm So I'ma just start with my uncle William Hahn My momma only brother, he served in the Navy He lost his life because the war made him crazy My nephew Shannon, 15 years old When I think how he died I get real cold 'Cause they found him in a field with some crack stones There was no flesh, it was just bones I was just home, with my cousin Craig And then I got a phone call said they found him dead So what's next, ain't went to Bizz funeral yet Instead of one casket I need two of them shits It don't quit, just when you think I'm seeing better days My auntie just find that she got AIDS And it's fucked up, 'cause her life don't end And she locked up, so she dying in the pen', damn [Chorus: Young Buck {with Chester Bennington}] Live life young nigga, quit trying to be grown You gon' miss momma when she dead and gone So {slow your roll}, slow down, my nigga {Slow your roll}, slow down my, nigga Live life little mama, quit trying to be grown You gon' miss daddy when he dead and gone So {slow your roll}, you gotta slow down {Slow your roll}, you gotta slow down [Refrain: Chester Bennington] This can't be life, we're living 'Cause I don't wanna live no more I don't wanna live no morrrrrre This can't be life, we're living 'Cause I don't wanna live no more I don't wanna live no morrrrrre This can't be life we're living 'Cause I don't want it no morrrrrre, no morrrrrre This can't be life we're living 'Cause I don't want it no morrrrrre No mooooooo-ooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooorrrrrrrrrre!!!!!!!! [Chorus: Young Buck {with Chester Bennington}] Live life young nigga, quit trying to be grown You gon' miss momma when she dead and gone So {slow your roll}, slow down, my nigga {Slow your roll}, slow down my, nigga Live life little mama, quit trying to be grown You gon' miss daddy when he dead and gone So {slow your roll}, you gotta slow down {Slow your roll}, you gotta slow down8

Hip-HopRap

Mad Bars

Chris Webby

Yeah, this shit right here is for all the haters Alright, everybody sayin', "Yo dude, you can't spit." And I'm like, I'm like, "Yo fuck that I can spit!" Ha. So uh, let me just lay down mad bars Yeah [Verse 1: Chris Webby] I'll spit a whole bunch of bars, re-roll up cigars I am greater than the rest Supernova, the stars You're just the common cold I am SARS I do not spar, every single blow will hit hard And I know what you are and hm, you're not me Outdo you in anything bitch, just watch me Drop shit on any topic, hotness Then swap spit with hot chicks and get my cock licked I'm a rot pit mixed with a little bijon Hugh Hef in the flesh, Stay rollin' with three blondes So don't hate this, I can't help that I'm great bitch I spit a rhyme and then I'm outtie, Like an A6 I make hits and I hit the marijuana Then beat the shit out of Rihanna just because I wanna Haha, Nah, I ain't Chris Brown, I am Chris Web CT is listenin' to everything this kid says The only time I get bread's at a meal Before my main course, god damn I need a deal I'm broke out on bail and I'm livin' with my parents But I spit, and got these high school girls starin' Darin' to be different, apparently it's rhythm That's keepin' me goin' every moment that Webby be spittin' Spittin' like I got a loogie stuck in my throat But fuck it I'm dope, the ring leader's runnin' the show So ring around the rosie with a pocket full of OC's Pop 'em all at once and OD Oh me! Oh my! So high! I don't even want to land Contraband in my waistband, rip it cause I can Half man, Half ninja turtle Half a fuckin' head case If I don't make it on the mic I'll make a sex tape Me, Kim Kardashian, and Paris in a three way Burn it right to disk and make a million off of Ebay I got true blood runnin' in my veins Sharper than a vampire's fangs Bang! Sneeze a lightnin' bolt, cause I'm always spittin' thunder Runnin' shit like Ari, cause drama like Vince's brother Smoother than butter with a pocket full of rubbers And skills that'll make your girl s-s-s-s-stutter Back up in this m-motherf-fucker with a vengeance Make 'em pause like they got a comma in their sentence You can tell I'm the shit as soon as I hit the entrance Fuck the shampoo, we that rollin' that Herbal Essence Cause I'm great like Alexander Two Poke balls hangin', spit flames like Charmander And I got your chick wetter than a Blastoise She said I'm sexy and she love my raspy ass voice I'll turn the stage into a slaughter house, ask Royce Fuckin' with Webby is just a bad choice! I'm a mothafuckin' goblin man Get the cable vision rhythm, rippin' on demand You can see me with the mic on my sonogram The doc was like "hm, I think we've got a problem ma'am" Had a rattle in my right hand, dutchie in the other kid Diaper on my ass, thirty rack up in the fuckin' crib Had 'em sayin' "what the fuck is up?" Cause all I do is fill up cups and puff a dutch Rollin' with a crew of giants like Justin Tuck So if you really wanna step, better muscle up Cause I really got to show 'em when enough's enough Cause now these rappers trying to bite me like Scruff McGruff Gotta get these damn dogs euthanized I am back ill as can be, and super-sized Like Star Fox, I am truly fly Can't do what I do, excuse you I Be runnin' shit with my manager younger than me And I'm young as fuck, and still nobody fuckin' with me I am in A&R's wet dream ready for the shit Cause the games a fuckin' rap when they let Webby in this bitch Because the game's a fucking rap When they let Webby in this bitch. [x2] Yeah, you know, mad bars Maaaad bars Spit straight on any mixtape I'm ill, yeah, whatYou might also like

Hip-Hop

Miami 2 Ibiza

Swedish House Mafia

[Verse 1] She said she likes my watch, but she wants Steve's AP And she stay up all hours watching QVC She said she loves my songs, she bought my MP3 And so I put her number in my Bold BB I got a black BM, she got a white TT She wanna see what's hiding in my CK briefs I tell her, "Wear suspenders and some PVC" And then I'll film it all up on my JVC [Chorus] Scene one Everybody get in your positions Pay attention And listen We're tryna get this all in one take So let's try to make that happen Take one Action [Verse 2] She pose for FHM, she like my black LV We spilling LPR up on my APC I'm in my PRPS and my Nike SB's Raving with SHM, London to NYC I got my visa and my Visa, a diva and her dealer Bitch, I'm up on the guest list with the Swedish House Mafia You can find me on a table full of vodka and tequila Surrounded by some bunnies and it ain't fucking Easter I'll wake up in the morning with a mild case of amnesia With a girl that like a girl like Lindsay Lo and Queen Latifah If you niggas are balling, then boy, I must be FIFA And that's standard procedure from Miami to Ibiza See Swedish House Mafia LiveGet tickets as low as $35You might also like[Outro] Yeah From Miami to Ibiza Yeah From Miami to Ibiza18

Dance

Bottoms Up (Remix 1)

Trey Songz

[Intro] Yeah Oh oh it's Mr. Steal Yo Girl Oh oh it's Mr. Steal Yo Girl oh oh Let's go [Hook: Trey Songz] Bottoms up, bottoms up, ey, what's in ya cup Got a couple bottles, but a couple ain't enough Bottoms up, bottoms up, throw your hands up Tell security we bout to tear this club up Bottoms up, bottoms up, pocket full of green Girl, you know I love the way you shake it in them jeans Bottoms up, bottoms up, throw ya hands up Bottoms up, bottoms up, bottoms up (up, up) [Verse 1: Busta Rhymes] Everybody know that when I step up in the building And I'm doing what I'm doing I be crowding up the block Comin' up and killing em and fuckin' up the building Get into the bar buy a couple bottles of Ciroc Bottles of the 'Tron bottles of the Grand Marnier Couple bottles of the 'Yac bottles of the Rosé Throw another couple shots back throw another rack Bring another couple of the models (OK-K) Get another drink let the waiter know 'Till every single bottle finished spend a lot of dough I don’t even know what I'm about to go and drink next Gotta make a choice eenie meenie miney mo Now we sip a little don Julio shawty Ass big you could hide up in that booty hole Pop pop get it get it money when you know you finished I'm about to give it to ya in the studio Now we in the cut better put your bottle up Mommy got a little strut (baby baby) Pour a little in the cup get your little bottom up You can get up in the truck (maybe maybe) Let me come in then I give it to ya raw Baby girl go ahead wiggle to the floor We bang 'till you can't take it anymore While a nigga drunk everybody fall on the floor King Kong with it y'all know when I come through Imma give it to you niggas that are hatin' Imma -- evaporate everything around me See the way I do it how the kid disintegrated When I'mma do it I'mma neva neva do it wrong And I hit you with the bang and I hit you with the bong Back murderin' another track, every nigga better black While I hit ya with another Trey song See Trey Songz LiveGet tickets as low as $109You might also like[Verse 3: Trey Songz] My vision's blurred, my words slurred Its jam packed, a million girls And I ain't tryin to leave though We drunk so let me be your alcohol hero Callin' all the girls, do you hear me? All around the world, city to city Cheers to the girls, throw a deuce to the guys Now I got a chicken and a goose in the ride Gettin' loose in the ride Hatin ass nigga you can move to the move to the move to the side [Hook: Trey Songz] [Verse 4: Nicki Minaj] Yo, could I get that 'Tron? Could I get that Remmy? Could I get that Coke? Could I get that Henny? Could I get that margarita on the rock rock rocks? Could I get that salt all around that rim rim rim rim? Trey? I was like "Yo, Trey?" Do you think you could buy me a bottle of Rose'? Okay, lets get it now I'm with a bad bitch he's with his friends I don't say "Hi", I say "Keys to the Benz" Keys to the Benz? Keys to the Benz! Muhfuckin right yeah, weed to the 10 If a bitch try to get cute I'mma stomp her Throw a lotta money at her then yell fucka, fucka, fucka Then yell fucka Then I'mma go get my Louisville Slugger Excuse me, I'm sorry, I'm really such a lady I rep Young Money You know Slim, Baby? And we be doin' donuts while we wavin' the .380 We give a lotta money to the babies out in Haiti Yellin all around the world Do you hear me? Do you like my body? Anna Nicki Rest in peace to Anna Nicole Smith Yes, my dear, you're so explosive Say hi to Mary, Mary and Joseph Now bottoms up and double my dosage [Hook: Trey Songz]2

RBSoul

Hi-Life

UGK

[Intro: Smoke D] Dawg, it's real up in here Niggas will kill you if you fuck up You know what I'm saying? They shoot all kinds of game I'm just thankful the lord blessed me that I can see it a hundred miles away You know [Chorus] High life We living that high life High life (High life, mmm) We living that high life, mmm [Verse 1: Pimp C] I'm tired of living fucked up, tired of living bad Tired of hearing grandmama telling me "When you gonna go to church, Chad?" Now I'm tryna live up to the image that she would want to see But I got one foot in the street And every week I flip a ki I never wanted to be a G but niggas depend on me It ain't safe to hit I-10 so niggas fear wit' me And all the niggas that I went to school wit' Got cool wit', went to fool wit' Out there sellin' that white shit Pushing cocaine, niggas' whole existence Dependent on the game What ya want me to do? It's like somebody cut my throat Got twenty-thousand dollars trying to turn it to a hundred And ain't nobody got no dough So niggas tend to smoke, bad habits do exist And this bitch think that she can ease my mind by sucking my dick Bitch, maybe for a minute but that shit never lasts It's 1996, niggas is dying from laying on some ass First Magic Johnson got it, then Eazy-E died And you be wonderin' why young niggas out there smokin' fry I wish that I could tell y'all I wore a rubber every time But if I told you that, nigga, you know that I be lying And I've been fucking pussy since the tender age of nine It's getting to be a full-time job just trying to stay alive And crackers tend to smirk Offended by the weed smoke coming off my shirt But still I put in work and front for my folks 'Cause where I come from, nigga, family just ain't no joke Now D be gettin' married, and Edgar on the boat But what about Baby Doe? Some say that nigga's selling dope And you know I ain't lying, that's just how family talk But what you gonna do when the Devil poke you with his fork? And everybody sittin' in the pulpit ain't saved Most preachers just false prophets fucking hoes and getting paid I'm looking for the You might also like[Chorus] High life (High life) We living that high life High life (High life, mmm) We living that high life, mmm [Verse 2: Bun B] You only got one life to live, that's all they give us to do it You can bullshit your way through it Or stay true, it can be complicated 'cause niggas be gettin' shot in the cross People and names get lost, the feeble and lame get tossed Streets'll eat your ass alive Take your possessions with pistols, bare hands and knives And nobody's surprised if somebody don't survive the dusk to see dawn It's treacherous how we was left here to just die on these streets that we be on Motherfuckers sleeping on them corners that you pee on Probably 'cause society felt they didn't belong Now who in the fuck made it this way for us? Got all these little niggas selling that yay Because it ain't like they make higher levels gainable And that quote piece of American pie just ain't attainable So how can I sustain a full life before death? Man, I'm left out here to make it by my goddamn self Now come on, who gives a damn when you can't afford the turkey or ham? Living off of ramen noodles, beef jerky and spam Now that's sad, but that's a fact of life All I can see in front of me is up for grabs, come off your slab 'Cause poverty'll push a nigga over the brink Over the edge especially if you don't know your ledge And so instead of being without, I'm hustling Trying to get through these ungodly days Thinking of ways to get the fuck outta this maze A man'll commit a crime 'cause a fucking crime pays I'm going through a phase you don't grow out Until you a reason a motherfucker gots to po' out His .40 on the curb, disturbed and left with no doubt in his mind But still sometimes he don't know why He walking around just hoping he get one more try to make it It's bullshit he going through, but yo, he gots to take it You can't fake it, to get the high life [Chorus] High life (High life) We living that high life High life (High life) We living that high life, mmm (High life) High life We living that high life High life (High life) We living that high life High life We livin' that high life (High life) High life (High life, mmm) We livin' that high life

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The Run Down

Lupe Fiasco

[Girl Talking] Just give them a lil' run down man I mean it's a lot it's a lot people Who hear a lot of stuff in the streets about you Give them a little run down [Intro: Lupe Fiasco] Uh F&F Up..(Oh) Yeah (Uh) I'm in rare form man (haha...westside) Yeah..Madison born man Yeah...Uh huh Gemini Up Yeah...Uh huh Shayla G Up Yeah...Uh huh Pro Up Yeah...Uh huh Chilly Mac What! [Verse: Lupe Fiasco] Career crookin' (Yeah catch him) Watch me Watts, come here Brooklyn Follow me Houston, see what I'm 'bout Really South Philly Bank Head keep looking Uh...You feel me I'm a product of pushing That was red off whooping pull switches off trees Pull of the leaves like she loves me...not It's hot I couldn't tie a shoe Move slow like Tai-Chi Down the block, come kick it with me like Kung Fu Where I hung like noose, they call me young bruce I cop Jordans pull chickens with these Please was not odd to work at pa-pa Though I came with a biscuit Just tryin' a make a mill I brang in the bidness Flow like chuch, pulpitted with ease Pivot and pull from the lines like threes Gain a better understanding I'm just tryin' a make it real Like a fisherman, pon da river fam I'm pon my bank, deposit my thoughts Till my mind draws a blank And I withdraw from checking I'll leave that with y'all for a second Give you a minute to let it sink Didn't I advise baptize? For them dead presidents, I'll tie a bomb to your brakes And burn money faster than you learn you ain't even conserve money Gave you a second now I return hungry Period young blood, I return monthly To bogart like humphrey Stern, gully, seldom, stumble Welcome to the jungle like FernGully Man it's gorillas here Takes a village to raise a villain here And you might have to raise his bail Tryin' a free the whole cartel I need to raise a million hereYou might also like

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Love Me Not

J. Cole

[Chorus] It's like she loves me She loves me And then she loves me not She loves me not Feel like she loves me She loves me And then she loves me not She loves me not Then she loves me not [Verse 1] Hey, I know that this ain't nothing that you used to Out of the ordinary, unusual I know you had your whole life planned out So to watch this pan out I know this shit gotta confuse you I know you wonder why I had to choose you Don't wanna take you for granted or abuse you So I’ma keep it honest I think it’s a little ironic If I hit another chick its gonna bruise you Shit, staring out the window of this plane Thinking if it crash, I’ll never see your ass again Wouldn't that be a shame Cause look at all the shit we overcame Made it through the flame and never got cremated I made it to the fame and never got too jaded All them other couples we fuck with, secretly hated Flash forward it’s been years, we the only ones that made it Shit, remember I was straying from home And "Where I Wanna Be" was my favorite song Sometimes I still be on my Donell Jones But I just can’t leave you alone You might also like[Chorus] It's like she loves me She loves me And then she loves me not She loves me not Feel like she loves me She loves me And then she loves me not She loves me not Then she loves me not [Verse 2] She know me like a book, its too easy to read my ass Unhappy stressed, yelling don’t mislead my ass I mean I make it so easy to please my ass The shoe was on the other foot and you would leave my ass True that My song all on the radio, Who Dat Am I so far gone, used to see both sides like the Mohawk on Now I know you wonder why this phone lock on All this time that I’ve been with ya you ain't used to do that I loved your ass way before I knew you could rap The way you breaking my heart I should sue you for that Call up my uncles and my cousins have them do you for that We had a deal you ain't keeping up your end of the shit In my mind I know she get the short end of the stick Try to justify it thinking, man we finna be rich Some bad bitch I barely know sending me flicks [Chorus] It's like she loves me She loves me And then she loves me not She loves me not Feel like she loves me She loves me And then she loves me not She loves me not Then she loves me not15

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Nothing Lasts Forever

Nas

[Intro] A lot of times it seems like you ain't gon' make it where you wanna be in life But, yo, yo, if you got a plan, believe me, you gon' get there You gon' get everything you ever wanted, baby That's my word Trust [Verse 1] My niggas come home from long bids They check for me before they see their own kids I open up accounts for 'em, we bounce tourin' Major cities, arenas, headline with big time singers Cop Ferraris with navigational screens Guide us through your hood and any locality, then back to Queens Piped out seats, Oakwood MB cord speakers Bumpin' out old shit That made me think of Old Easters '86 in a Le Tigre short sleeves Lees, flip the cuffs up, gettin' fucked up From Old E, Fresh Fest, niggas got hurt 100 niggas rush the door with Queensbridge tournament shirts Back then, nobody wore a vest Pull out razors, you had to put your hand skills to the test Get your Pumas took, come home barefoot, wylin' Look at the chain I snatched with the medallion worth a thousand Cops rushed, the God done made it home smilin' Half of the crew? Prob'ly on the island Project call play puff ball the hoop was made out of a hanger Playin' corners, stick the elevator never thought Project life would promise nothin' but to die trife For steppin' on the next man's Nikes, my motto: look for tomorrow Today is yesterday look at the hood now, I'm mad that it turned out that way Gats spray, these shorties is killers The older G's taught us well, what's wild now is that they're smaller And they look at me like I'm on the outside lookin' in Like 'who's you?' when I cruise through I call shorty took him in watch your friends, get ends Be clever, realize that today's the first day that begins forever You might also like[Chorus] Everything will eventually come to an end So try to savor the moment, 'cause time flies, don't it? The beauty of life, you gotta make it last for the better 'Cause nothin' lasts forever, ya know? Yo Everything will eventually come to an end So try to savor the moment, 'cause time flies, don't it? The beauty of life, you gotta make it last for the better 'Cause nothin' lasts forever (Yo) [Verse 2] Nice cars, livin' like a star, club-hoppin' Poppin' bottles at the bar, love shoppin' Gucci iceberg, coppin' two, three nice furs One for your wife, one for your freak Silver-spurs Rolls Royce, too good to be true, houses worth 2.2 Pool parties, beautiful view You made it in life, Forbes Magazine style, baggy jeans style Pass the green while hoes wit' meanwhile Asses, pretty mommies illest bodies pass glasses Louis Roderra with Peach Schnapps you just relaxin' Thinkin', "Damn, wish my niggas could afford this" On the sand at your Malibu house holdin' a cordless Talkin' to lawyers, accountants, investments Money doubles, triples, protect it: hard work you manifested Worries of failure, when you buried is your familia Gon' keep your name prosperin' to the maximum? You should live, there's only one life, that's the physical Rich or poor or in jail, why the fuck should you be miserable? Things happen for reasons, the clock keeps tickin' Love could have your heartbeat skippin', thugs turn to religion The bitch you love could start to hate you The shit you used to do escape you Things that make you laugh represent the past Reminisce the block, gamble Gs on the floor Niggas use to be the man, you don't see 'em no more Your favorite restaurants and favorite stores, they tore 'em down Turned 'em into shopping malls, the hood is like a ghost town Haunted by souls who thought that time stood still Just live your life to the fullest, never look back, it's real [Chorus] Everything must eventually come to an end So try to savor your moments, 'cause time flies, don't it? The beauty of life, you gotta make it last for the better 'Cause nothin' lasts forever, ya know? Everything will eventually come to an end So try to savor your moments, 'cause time flies, don't it? The beauty of life, you gotta make it last for the better 'Cause nothin' lasts forever [Outro] Ya know? Ya know? Nothin' lasts forever, ya know? Let it go, let it go6

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