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Amityville

Eminem

[Intro: Eminem] (Kill, kill, kill) Dahh-dum, dahh-dum... dum Dahh-dum, dahh-dum, duh-da-da-da-da (Kill, kill, kill) Dahh-dum, dahh-dum... dum Dahh-dum, dahh-dum, dumm (Kill, kill, kill) [Chorus: Eminem] He's mentally ill from Amityville He'll accidentally kill your family still Thinkin' he won't, goddammit he will He's mentally ill from Amityville [Verse 1: Eminem] I get lifted and spin 'til I'm half-twisted Feet planted and stand with a grin full of chapped lipstick Pen full of ink, think sinful and rap sick shit Shrink, pencil me in for my last visit Drink gin 'til my chin's full of splashed whiskers Hash, whiskey, and ash 'til I slap bitches Ask Bizzy, he's been here the past six years Mash with me again and imagine this [Chorus: Eminem] He's mentally ill from Amityville He'll accidentally kill your family still Thinkin' he won't, goddammit he will He's mentally ill from Amityville He's mentally ill from Amityville He'll accidentally kill your family still Thinkin' he won't, goddammit he will He's mentally ill from Amityville You might also like[Verse 2: Bizarre & Eminem] I fucked my cousin in his asshole, slit my mother's throat Guess who Slim Shady just signed to Interscope My little sister's birthday, she'll remember me For a gift I had ten of my boys take her virginity And bitches know me as a horny-ass freak Their mother wasn't raped, I ate her pussy while she was sleep Pissy-drunk, throwin' up in the urinal (You fuckin' homo!) That's what I said at my dad's funeral [Chorus: Eminem] He's mentally ill from Amityville He'll accidentally kill your family still Thinkin' he won't, goddammit he will He's mentally ill from Amityville He's mentally ill from Amityville He'll accidentally kill your family still Thinkin' he won't, goddammit he will He's mentally ill from Amityville [Verse 3: Eminem] That's why the city is filled with a bunch of fuckin' idiots still (Still) That's why the first motherfucker poppin' some shit, he gets killed (Killed) That's why we don't call it Detroit, we call it Amityville (Ville) You can get capped after just havin' a cavity filled (Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha!) That's why we're crowned the murder capital still (Still) This ain't Detroit, this is motherfuckin' Hamburger Hill (Hill) We don't do drive-bys, we park in front of houses and shoot (Shoot) And when the police come we fuckin' shoot it out with 'em too (Too) That's the mentality here (Here), that's the reality here (Here) Did I just hear somebody say they wanna challenge me here? (Huh?) While I'm holdin' a pistol with this many calibers here? (Here) Plus a registration that just made this shit valid this year? (Year) 'Cause once I snap, I can't be held accountable for my actions That's when accidents happen (Happen), when a thousand bullets come at your house And collapse the foundation around you and they found you And your family in it; goddammit, he meant it when he told you [Chorus: Eminem] He's mentally ill from Amityville He'll accidentally kill your family still Thinkin' he won't, goddammit he will He's mentally ill from Amityville He's mentally ill from Amityville He'll accidentally kill your family still Thinkin' he won't, goddammit he will He's mentally ill from Amityville [Outro: Eminem] Dum, tahh-dum; ta-dah-da Dum, tahh-dum; ta-dah-da Dum, tahh-dum; ta-dah-da Dum, tahh-dum; ta-dah-da Dum, tahh-dum; ta-dah-da Dum, tahh-dum; ta-dah-da Dum, tahh-dum; ta-dah-da Dum, tahh-dum; ta-dah-da Dum53

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Home for the Holidays

J. Cole

[Produced By J. Cole] [Verse 1] Hey, this is the story of a youngin dreamin' Left his city to see if he could be what he dreamin’ Big city on his own shit But every now and then a nigga get homesick Pick up the phone, holla at my partner he telling me, be warned A lot of shit done changed in the time that you’ve been gone Streets got meaner, the hoes got growner And went and got babies the day they got they diplomas Damn, gon’ be some niggas missing when you fly back If you black, they sending you to jail or to Iraq Old buddy that we hoop with, with the bad chick and a fly 'lac And a gold chain? Caught him on the Merc, tryna buy crack Damn homie! Shit, in high school you was the man homie The fuck happened to you? Used to beat niggas down at the buses after school Now you looking like a motherfucking fool [Chorus] Said I’ll be home for the holidays So when you see me, better holla at me I gotta get up out this city ‘fore it try to trap me I gotta leave, I wish I could stay But I’ll be home for the holidays And to those that I used to know From way before, keep your head up Come let's get this bread up Girl, I gotta go, I wish I could stay But I’m coming home for the holidays You might also like[Verse 2] Hey, this is a story bout some puppy love But at the time boy, I was feeling like this must be love Although now I'm on my grown shit She bad as hell, a nigga still get home sick I was fresh up off a scholarship Dressed like a black man in college shit Got a little knowledge now I’m following the politics But I still gotta holla at my old chick So sweet, so thick, girl pick up your phone, it’s me She said “what, we ain't homies no more” You go to college now you act like you don’t know me no more Girl please, we got history, semester seem so long The last time I seen ya baby you ain't have no clothes on So if history repeats itself When I get home, girl it's on, you ain't gon' need ya belt Or your pants or your drawers, then we hit the rewind Just don’t give it up in the meantime [Chorus] Said I’ll be home for the holidays So when you see me, better holla at me I gotta get up out this city ‘fore it try to trap me I gotta leave, I wish I could stay But I’ll be home for the holidays And to those that I used to know From way before, keep your head up Come let's get this bread up Girl, I gotta go, I wish I could stay But I’m coming home for the holidays [Verse 3] Man I reminisce on them school days I know you know them act a fool days That missed the bus then hit the blunt and go to school blazed Trying to get laid so I gotta stay fly But a nigga hella shy you would have thought that's where the Bulls play Was just a freshman could used a little Kool-aid (cool aid) Crushing on them upper classmen but it was too late Buddy she was dating, yeah, he had the freshest shoes But the nigga graduated and he never made two A’s Hey if you’re listening, we got in school But who will pay our tuition man? These niggas crazy One year cost about same as a Mercedes (benz) Four years cost wife, crib, and a baby Ay maybe this ain't for me Only if I could be LeBron and go straight to league The worst part of growing up man: shit just ain't for free Maybe I can be somebody people pay to see And maybe I should move up out here to the place to be To get from A to Z, aye what you think I'm crazy If I told you one day that I'ma sign with Jay-Z And will I make it man I guess we gotta wait and see [Chorus] Said I’ll be home for the holidays So when you see me, better holla at me I gotta get up out this city ‘fore it try to trap me I gotta leave, I wish I could stay But I’ll be home for the holidays And to those that I used to know From way before, keep your head up Come let's get this bread up Girl, I gotta go, wish I could stay But I’m coming home for the holidays6

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Bridge

Jean Grae

[Hook - MeLa Machinko] See I can be the bridge that takes you home Or I can be he wind that makes you moan Depending how you treat me baby See I can be the beacon, brings you light Or I can be blacker, colder than midnight So how you gonna see me baby Now either you can go on and choose me Or baby you're gon' go on and lose me Cause I can be, I can be, I can be, I can be I can be, I can be, I can be, I can be [Verse 1 - Jean Grae] If I could be blatant with, well, what I gotta say about you and I is What I gotta do to not see it Kevin Smith way You know, View Askew, babe Give it to me straighter than a hetero, I'll pay for petrol We can go riding through the metro (polis) Put it together because separate causes, misunderstanding, watch Metropolis That's like us, see together we marvelous Hard as the city of the concrete gardens Split it up, inserts the margins, you get confusion, the words lose purpose The mark and the target, the arc and the aim like a dart just miss position If I can explain the way we need to go and where we gonna go, I can do it just like this Listen I guess this is the infamous, "What is this really?" conversation Man I hate as a miss is this it's me bringing it up Predictable dating But you won't, I've been waiting I wouldn't bother, wouldn't have the patience It would be the aphid in the room, wasted breath, but I think you're amazing That being said... (dot, dot, dot) Love the way the bed rock non-stop Love the time we spend, chill, eat, shop Even iller the days we pretend we wanna be at our own spots But then you knock, knock, knock But yet still not confirming lock I need to know or else just get dropped Get canned, get blocked Got plans, or not? You might also like[Hook - Jean Grae] [Verse 2 - Jean Grae] The way you think is appealing I Like the feeling of thinking of you Like to know that you're thinking of me Like the feeling of being us, two Might reveal how I'm feeling too much Might be feeling the fear, we do rush Fight the feeling to flee, to lose us Type to reel in the scenes and lose trust Slice the dealings and leave, abuse lust Cuts and bruises, I see you lose love But you chose to redeem it, who does? Fuck the blues and the demons, choose one Human to humor cupid with some "cue in the music cupid shit" Come Lose the race in the shoes that you run Fuse the pace of the two into one [Hook - Jean Grae]

RBSoul

Where I’m At

Lloyd Banks

[Intro: Eminem] Yeah, you got me I’m up now, it’s your loss Must suck to be you [Break: Eminem] History is like a quarter-note delay It keeps repeating itself, and what else can I say? You wondering why I act this way I never should've gave you the time of day Guess you know what time it is now, eh? [Verse 1: Eminem] There must've been a gust of wind ‘Cause you change your mind every time it blows And you just changed it a-motherfuckin'-gain You just said you just wanted some dick 'fore I stuck it in I wouldn't have been such a prick to you, fuckin' men You say you don't trust 'em Why do I hear the sound of toilets flushin'? Some shit is goin' down You must've just not been truthful from the start See for me it’d be nothin' to say you never had my heart But I’d be lyin' Fuckin' see why they call this bullshit a relationship: ships sink And you know it's love as soon as you fall in it ‘cause shit stinks And it feels like every time I fuckin' do I get jinxed Cupid must have put a curse on me, six weeks Have went by and we only spoke twice I’m sittin' in your driveway, callin' you from the car, suffice I think it's safe to say you’re not at home I’m callin' your cell phone You answer but I can tell though that you're not alone How was I to know? It should've been time to go a long time ago I kept holdin' on, it's comical When I think back now why I couldn't get the hint And feel the draft you were throwin', I wasn't catchin' your drift But there's a cold breeze blowin' over me, I'm over you Success is the best revenge to pay you back And that payment is overdue I overcame odds to get even The sober me is shittin' all over the un-sober you And I hope they play this in every club that you're goin' to I’m hauntin' you, bitch, everywhere you turn I'm followin' you ‘Cause I loved you with every ounce of me, you know it's true It's killin' you now, yeah, I hope the ho dies slow in you It's ‘cause of you now I don’t trust ‘em at all, fuck 'em! Middle finger up, I’m gon' just keep grabbin' my balls, cup 'em I’ll never fall again, I trip on stairs, I fall up 'em So, buttercup, don't try to come back knockin' on my door all dolled up You might also like[Pre-Chorus: Eminem] ‘Cause I’m movin' on, don’t worry about me ‘Cause I’m gon' be just fine without you, you’ll see There ain't no one on this Earth right now I’d much rather be ‘Cause, goddamn it, I’m glad that I’m me [Chorus: Eminem] I said if you could be where I’m at (bye, bye) You’d wanna be you too (I'ma be good without you) If you felt the way I feel, I bet you’d be in as good a mood as I am But you don’t ‘cause you just feel like you I said if you could be where I’m at (bye, bye) You’d wanna be you too (I'ma be good without you) If you felt the way I feel, I bet you’d be in as good a mood as I am But you don’t ‘cause you just feel like you [Verse 2: Lloyd Banks] Uh, I’ve had it for the last time Your actions got me hot as my last rhyme Your options are leave or put out, granted, your ass fine Fine just ain't gon' cut it Drama is what you’re in love with You and them bitches you run with Lately I’m feelin' smothered You snooped around for dirt to be uncovered Conceited with cover girl motives, I gotta rise above it You thinkin' about who's lovin' me, I’m thinkin' about who doesn’t Doesn’t really matter what you say, sickness in my stomach Told you I was gon' be splittin', you don’t think I mean it? Left you with everything I got, fuck you! Ain’t no secret No apologies, you keep it Now that I’m doin' my thing and you peep it The badder times all outweigh the recent Your energy, who needs it? Every rumor you hear, you go believe it Point out the times you’ve seen it You stabbed me, should have leaned it Revenge is mine, I need it, need a way out It’s my fuckin' life, let her find a way to stay out Bet you thought I’d break, it ain't that easy Bet you thought I'd need you a million times before you need me Leave me everything that I gave to you Ain't no freebies, get your coat and go The female Pinocchio, money-hungry hopeless ho You fuckin' with my focus so Go back to that chump that played the role befo' Love is like a cancer when you don’t let go I’ma blow fo' sho' Unnecessary weight makes the boat go slow I don’t need you sinkin' us, hope you float Lyin' through my teeth, I hope you don’t (Drown, drown!) Not a sound out her be dope Bottles pop out while he smoke Hate we met, proud that we broke Let them girls crowdin' me go If they got somethin' to show, let 'em show me I don't love 'em, never lonely, never even left a scar You fell hard, I’m laughin', ha ha ha ha ha Tire smoke fancy car, nothin' is what we are No beginnin', no tomorrow [Chorus: Lloyd Banks, Eminem & Both] ‘Cause I’m movin' on, don’t worry about me ‘Cause I’m gon' be aight without you, you’ll see There ain't no one on this Earth right now I’d much rather be ‘Cause, goddamn it, I’m glad that I’m me [Chorus: Eminem] I said if you could be where I’m at (bye, bye) You’d wanna be you too (I'ma be good without you) If you felt the way I feel I bet you’d be in as good a mood as I am But you don’t, ‘cause you just feel like you I said if you could be where I’m at (bye, bye) You’d wanna be you too (I'ma be good without you) If you felt the way I feel I bet you’d be in as good a mood as I am But you don’t, ‘cause you just feel like you I said if you could be where I’m at (bye, bye)35

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Welcome to the World

T.I.

[Intro: T.I.] Yeah, ay 'Ye Why don’t you let me welcome these niggas To the world they ain't welcome to, you understand? It bring me great pleasure to welcome the real and banish the fake No bigmouthed hoe caked fag bait ass niggas allowed But to everybody else [Chorus: Kanye West & T.I.] I would like to welcome (you) to the world of (world of) Fast money, fast cars Big diamond rings, teeth, chains and the girls of (girls of) Fake smiles, broken hearts And if you looking (what) for your real love (well) You won't find it here If you looking (what) for your real love (who) Well goodnight my dear [Bridge: Kid Cudi] Oooh, if you looking for real love Don’t come around here Oooh, if you looking for real love It ain't here my dear Mmm mmmm, move on [Verse 1: T.I.] It’s my pleasure to welcome you to the world of Fast money, flashy cars, big guns Undone, threw away for the love of The game, I don't need a chain or the fame, still shine Spend time with the girls of Fake smiles, broken hearts trying hard in the club Looking for her real love You won’t find it here All I got is hard dick and conversation for you I was just high, even lying when I say I love you My mind saying it were both, I just wanna fuck you, her too Blowing lyle, smelling like a bubba kush perfume She coming home with me, she finna meet her doom She ain't saying I’m the greatest finna change her tune The coldest and the hottest call me December, June Deliver euphoria straight to your room I hit that ass and away, I zoom Make it rain nonstop call me Young Typhoon Top spot already filled up no room Thought I would put some paper and your purse so soon? Well wrong she is and mistaken she was Tip broke, never heard no such thing of I’ll fuck you up, don’t touch me cause Just trust me bruh, It must be Li-li-li-living my dreams, don't wake me up Yo-yo-you fake it till you make it, must suck All th-th-th-the haters hate us for the flav of the paper Th-th-that's why I can't love my neighbors Da-da-da-da-dangerous, stomp, kick, cut you If you ain't welcome in my world bitch fuck you Da-da-da-da-dangerous, stomp, kick, cut you You ain't welcome in my world bitch fuck you See T.I. LiveGet tickets as low as $90You might also like[Chorus: Kanye West & T.I.] I would like to welcome (you) to the world of (world of) Fast money, fast cars Big diamond rings, teeth, chains and the girls of (girls of) Fake smiles, broken hearts And if you looking (what) for your real love (well) You won't find it here If you looking (what) for your real love (who) Well goodnight my dear [Bridge: Kid Cudi] Oooh, if you looking for real love Don’t come around here Oooh, if you looking for real love It ain't here my dear Mmm mmmm, move on [Verse 2: Kanye West] I would like to welcome you to the world of Fake bitches, no love What the fuck you take me for? Show love I hate haters in the club You must not really know where I come from Exactly where my heart Or you would never, never, never! Uhh, where do I start? People ask me shit about Illuminati First off, fuck that mean?! He loved Jesus when he he he was worse off, oh I see When they, think a nigga is, stupid rich People just start coming up with stupid shit Man, shit I could never predict Hold up, let me hit you with this Rolling in a Bugatti with fo’ chains is some foolishness Yea yea yea, that’d be the shit They’d rather see a nigga locked up, why? For stupid shit Look how they did my nigga Tip Soon as Wayne get out, Tip go in Wonder why the nigga wanna make the clip go in Wonder why it so hard when it get going Hold ya head, my niggas the system is Made to make niggas fall, made to make niggas fail, uhh Especially if you ball, they don’t take niggas well Hell nah, you can't come through flying In a, in a Bentley shining I’m in the back, backseat driving Screaming on a nigga like I’m actually driving [Chorus: Kanye West & T.I.] I would like to welcome (you) to the world of (world of) Fast money, fast cars Big diamond rings, teeth, chains and the girls of (girls of) Fake smiles, broken hearts And if you looking (what) for your real love (well) You won't find it here If you looking (what) for your real love (who) Well goodnight my dear [Bridge: Kid Cudi] Oooh, if you looking for real love Don’t come around here Oooh, if you looking for real love It ain't here my dear Mmm mmmm, move on4

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I’m Just Raw

Lyrics Born

[Intro] Born) And he is, as they say, wild and crazy As a composer, arranger, and producer He's exploring it all From the furthest reaches of musical outer space To the most down to earth funk And he sounds, well, he sounds exactly like this Born] Nobody 'members those Rap City episodes from twenty years ago When you were the guest host Past history, let it go Get off on a medical Pack a duffle bag with all your wrinkled clothes and pedal home Get a little dictaphone and sit alone In the middle of the room and let it flow Wouldn't it be better If you went and chose a new career path Like a shepherd or a flight attendant on an aircraft? You're pitiful, a pollywog Tiny fishy in a smaller pond Holding barbie dolls and leftover beads from the Mardi Gras Actin hella hard but that's just poppycock Cause inside you're hella soft like a Jolly Rancher lollypop I'll give you cauliflower ears stupid You're weird Feelin blue On a stool somewhere, two-fisting beers At a Hofbrau Moaning like a hot cow Cryin on the shoulder of some old man you met just now You might also like[Hook] I'm smarter than you I'm harder than you I'm better than you I'm just raw I'm hotter than you More popular than you More clever than you And goshdarn it, people like me I'm smarter than you I'm harder than you I'm better than you I'm just raw I'm hotter than you More popular than you More clever than you And goshdarn it, people like me Born] Look I'm sorry, mate This is awkward, k? Little hard to say So I'll just say it Me and your mommy date She's awfully great She's a saucy dame She calls me late Always wants to meet On her coffee breaks She bought me seats To Bonnie Raitt Now there's no concrete date But she bought the ring It's laundry day And my stockings stink From my foot up in your ass Cause you drive me absolutely batty See I'm crabby when you get around me Tell me who's your daddy Call me Mister McAffee, your poop-deck pappy Shut your trap and get back in the backseat of the Camry Don't sass me or I'll backhand you Smack you with an axe-handle Burn you with a wax candle Slap you with a sandle I'm trying to watch the rap channel Can't you tell we laugh about you? Call yourself a rapper but I gives a rat's ass about you [Hook] Born] Why do I even bother with these off-brand cats Y'all are wombats man I'm bout to blow this pop stand Lyrically y'all don't compare to me in any contest Like a stealth bomber up against a Hyundai Accent Tall-can to a shot glass Bong-hit to a contact Gary Coleman versus Big Boss Man The Loch Ness Monster up against a crawdad Talking Sly Stallone in Rocky versus Sly Stallone in Copland Judge Judy versus Johnnie Cochran Oh man Nell Carter versus Karen Carpenter topless Better yet, Broadband Compared to a long ass Piece of string connecting two pop cans It's all bad Don't quit your job at all believe me you'll be so glad back Hold on with both hands It's sucks washing sauce pans I know there's an off chance that one day hip-hop heads Will maybe feel rappers in the top-ten that cross-dress [Hook] [Outro] Ever since his triumphant return from his first album, L.T.D Born) the brightest new star in years (Same Shit, Different Day) is his new album, on his own label Born) always surrounds himself with Here's a sample of what they're raving about

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One

Ghostface Killah

[Intro: Ghostface Killah & Trife Diesel] Yo (Yeah), new Ghostface! (True, indeed) Glorious days, (True, indeed, God) Check it out, y'all We back, yes, yes, y'all (Fake roller derbies), yeah Masked avengers, (We're here to sharpen your sword) All praise is due, T.M.F., Wu-Tang Clan Scream on it, Ghost (Ayo) [Verse 1: Ghostface Killah] We at the weed gate waiting for Jake We want eight ravioli bags, two thirsty villains yelling bellyaches Heavyweight rhyme writers, hitting the grass that's the ripest Pull out this kite from this white bitch Talking 'bout, "Dear Ghost, you the only nigga I know Like when the cops come, you never hide your toast" Guest starred in mad shit, CBL, Ice Water metallic Past tense placed in gold caskets Dru Hill bitches, specialist lounging at the mosque Suede kufi wrap, undercover dentist Rhymes is made of garlic, never in the target when the NARCs hit Rumor is you might start to spit You nice, Lord, sweet daddy Grace, wind lifted on the dance floor Makeover's free followed by gauze Duncan Hines monument cakes, we never half-baked Alaskan sesscapade, push your new court dates Trauma, hands is like candy canes, lay my balls on ice The branches in my weed be the vein Swimsuit issue, darts sent truly from the heart, boo, I miss you See daddy rock a wristful Modern-day slave God, graveyard spells fog you goggles Laying like needles in the hospital Five steps to conquer, ask Bernadette, Baguette swizzle Ziploc the air, hear thistle You might also like[Pre-Chorus: T.M.F.] To my real bitches take your drawers off To all my high niggas, snatch her skirt off Just in case she wanna play, get up in that bitch face And tell her Ghost said, "Take your clothes off" [Chorus: Ghostface Killah] Ayo, the Devil planted fear inside the black babies Fifty cent sodas in the hood, they going crazy Dead meat placed on the shelves, we eat cold cuts Fast from the hog y'all and grow up (Grow up) [Verse 2: Ghostface Killah] Ayo, crash through, break the glass, Tony with the goalie mask That's the past, heavy ice Rollie laying on the dash Love the grass, cauliflower hurting when I dumped the trash Sour mash served in every glass up at the Wally Bash Sunsplash, autograph blessing with your name slashed Backdraft, four-pounders screaming with the pearly ash Children fix the contrast as the sound clashes Mrs. Dash, sprinkle with her icicle eyelash Ask Cappa Pendergrass for backstage passes Special guest, no more Johnny Blaze, Johnny Mathis Acrobat, run up on that Love Jones actress Distract the cat while I'm high, sugar, get a crack at this Dicking down Oprah, jump rope, David Dinkins Watch the black mayor of DC hit the mocha Tangerine sofa, two super soakers in the Rover Hit the sports bar, tell a young lady to bend over Meditated yoga, Paddle Ball, dancing with the vulture Castor Troy laying for Travolta Yo, switch the lingo, five-nine-seventy God glow, seven fifteen four be ebony [Chorus: Ghostface Killah] Ayo, the Devil planted fear inside the black babies Fifty cent sodas in the hood, they going crazy Dead meat placed on the shelves, we eat cold cuts Fast from the hog y'all and grow up [Outro: Ghostface Killah & Tommy Whispers] Ayo, Wu-Tang Clan, T.M.F. in the motherfuckin' joint We all connect as one That's it, baby, straight up and down y'all, Staple-town, y'all Yo, how many girls you gotta fuck, yo? One Ah-hah, that's it? (Trey-Mack, what? Shaolin), yo Staple-town, B (What?) How many nuts you might bust? One Haha, straight up and down (What?) Take to drop a nigga, yo (What?) How many shots? One How many shots? I'm gunnin' for the dome And it only takes one That's it, word up How many cakes we bake, y'all? One Yo, yo, yo, how many L's we smoke? One Hahaha, at a time, nigga At a time, you know we do, at a time Dope fiends, dummy Like, like, like, like (One) How many bags it take to get these dope fiends off that bullshit? One12

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Switch (The Science Project)

Lupe Fiasco

[Intro (Spoken)] Yeah, Revenge! Now what we gonna do right now, a-ha! uh Is gonna try a little experiment, just a little experiment You know what I'm saying? A little "science project" You know what I'm saying? I like to call it [Verse 1] (Switch!) You you you, yes let the words woo you subdue you Massage and soothe you, move you, till conscience lose you Lu now rules you, do what Lu do and you'll do beautiful (Switch!) I'm the meanest! You the meanest? I'm the meanest, and I mean this Now I don't mean this to sound fiendish But I'm a genius, you a genius? And the cleanest, never seen this As clean as my cleanest From on top, from underneath From behind, or in between us (Switch!) I'm a hustler, creeping with my hat low Niggas know I pack, so, what they gonna do that for? Niggas got my back, though, like answering the back door Catch you, I'ma slap you, leave you redder than the Batphone (Switch!) With a little bit of this and a little bit of that That, mixed with a little bit of pimp and a little bit of mack And a little bit of limp, and a whole lotta gangsta lean I can't be seen, I ain't the King But a nigga is strengthening to paint the scene And take the thing over like a soldier, colder than a polar Got the hood like a cobra, nigga thank the team (Switch!) You might also like[Hook] Switch, nigga, this is how I got it I switch like hydraulic cars Switch like DeBarge, nigga (Switch!) [Interlude (over Hook)] Aight, now remember that That's a, that was a part of the experiment I had to set it up, so, so, don't worry I know what you're thinking, I was thinking the same thing Just, just follow me, okay? Watch, okay? Come on now [Verse 2] Murder niggas, step on my shoes, I hurt a nigga Kill a nigga, fill a nigga with holes, call women hoes Hold up niggas, hold up hoes, break the calm, detonate bombs Blow up niggas, blow up hoes, turn around, smack they moms (Switch!) Heal niggas, educate and build niggas Instill in niggas, it’s real to respect women Treat 'em like they real, they feel, nigga, watch the words Watch Dr. Phil, nigga, chill, nigga, go learn a skill, nigga (Switch!) Rims, Mercedes Benz, twenties, twenty-twos Twenty-fours, rose gold, platinum watches, cases of Mo' Gucci, rubies, mansions, models, VIP, Ferraris Chinchillas, diamond rings, change, Range Rovers, bling bling (Switch!) Niggas bust his trains, pocket full of change Dimes, quarters, taking orders, delivering pizzas Air conditionless, beaters, hand-me-down sneakers, silver Wannabe models won't show me love and I can't get in the club (Switch!) [Interlude] Ha, it's getting good right? Yeah, aight, so check this out Now go back to the first one, aight? Run back to that one We're going to have a little bit more fun with that one, aight? You ready? Aight, come on [Verse 3] (Switch!) Hey hey hey, it's coming back to you Lu no longer rules you, you can do what you do Back to your usual (Switch!) It's official, it's official, I'm official As officials, got the stripes And the flags, and the whistles (Switch!)And watch my niggas come from the underground Just like Thriller, play Bambi and you gon' hear that Thumper sound (Switch!) They can't touch the sound that I'm busting now It's like a cloud tryna touch the ground Tough and bound, ever since we're touching down Jealous niggas catch your feelings 'cause I'm hustling now, what? (Switch!) They be hating (Switch!) They be hating? (Switch!) What? What? What? They be hating Don't give them stage then (Switch!) What's a nigga s'posed to tell 'em When they up in my face then? (Switch!)That you got a cousin that don't mind catching cases Busting niggas' heads and slapping niggas' faces (Switch!)And he-a do it, he-a do it He-a do it, and I'll prove it 'Cause I done seen it, you done seen it? I done seen it, he the meanest (Switch!) Ho-ho-ho, wait, I mean it I thought you were the meanest See? That's why this thing is fiendish, right now (Switch!) [Hook] Switch, nigga, this is how I got it I switch like hydraulic cars Switch like DeBarge, nigga (Switch!) [Outro: Lupe talking] Yeah, experiment done I think that was a goody, I think that was a good experiment I think that was nice, it's a nice little science project Haha! Revenge! Shoutouts to my homies at Asylum, what up? Yeah6

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Shattered Dreams

UGK

[Intro: Pimp C] UHH Dedicated to all the underdogs, knahmtalkinbout? Muthafuckas told me I wasn't gon b Told me I was gon be able to do this rap shit Knahmtalkinbout? My own family talked down on me, knahmsayin? [Hook: Sleepy Brown (Pimp C)] You can't let no bitch shatter yo' dreams... (My uncle told me I wasn't gon be shit) It might not be all bad as it first seems... (I used to walk around with a bag full of rappers) You might not have all the things you need, yeah-heh (Motherfucker told me, a nigga from Texas couldn't make no record) But all you got to do is believe I got to get my money-hey, yeah-eah (Then after I made the record, muh'fuckers said they would never give us no respect) I got to get my money-hey, yeah-eah... (But now they tryna rap like us) You got to get yo' money-hey, yeah-eah... (Tryna be like us, tryna smell like us, knahmtalkinbout?) I got to get my money-hey, yeah-eah... - you got to get yo' money (Check this out) [Verse 1: Pimp C] Man I refuse to let the bitches take away my pride Them hoes can lock my body up, but they can't lock my mind See I'm a young street flame, I got them fire eyes I mean that Eyes of Fire, the Tiger, the Black Pride I call some women bitches and I call some women whores A bitch a dirty boar, a ho open up the pussy store Now what's the difference between the two? Man, I just told you that But that don't mean that every woman I know is down with that If you a bitch and wanna switch, it ain't too late to change It's all about how you carry yo'self and how you handle thangs Some say that hoes and pimps is born, I don't believe that shit Cause anytime you wanna stop, it ain't too late to quit Just cause you sold your body don't mean you a ho for life I got to speak it right for all the one that paid the price But if ya in it to win it, go head and live the life But baby, if you ain't in it, you still can do it right (right...right..) You might also like[Hook: Sleepy Brown] You can't let no bitch shatter yo' dreams (hmm...) It might not be all bad as it first seems (hmm...) You might not have all the things you need, yeah-heh But all you got to do is believe I got to get my money-hey, yeah-eah I got to get my money-hey, oh-ho You got to get yo' money-hey, yeah-eah I got to get my money-hey, yeah-eah... - you got to get yo' money [Verse 2: Pimp C] To all the babies havin' babies on ya' own I know you feelin' fucked up and feelin all alone I know ya people tellin you, "Ya fucked up your life" Ya only fucked up if you lay down and don't continue to fight - uh! And to the young nigga out there tryna sell dope I know ya family fucked up and it's your last rope In your heart, I know ya cold with this rhyme shit But ain't nuttin hap'nin but this twenty and this dime shit And you the daddy wit lil' mama that's bout to have the baby You wanna own ya team but niggas tellin you, "Ya crazy" "What you thankin? You too young to have a family" But all the moves ya makin, look like you a man to me! When you get caught up man them niggas ain't gon ride witchu But get down wit that girl and she gon keep it live witchu But she gon help ya put your money up and save somethin Cause right now ya run it, th'ew it back and you ain't made nuttin It's time to change sumthin [Hook: Sleepy Brown] You can't let no bitch shatter yo' dreams (hmm...) It might not be all bad as it first seems (hmm...) You might not have all the things you need, yeah-heh But all you got to do is believe I got to get my money-hey, yeah-eah I got to get my money-hey, oh-ho You got to get yo' money-hey, yeah-eah I got to get my money-hey, yeah-eah... - you got to get yo' money [Verse 3: Pimp C] If you a ballplayer, man go 'head and play ball Don't let nobody steal your dream if you ain't came to fall I know they say, "It ain't enough room in the NBA" You tell them haters, "Save that bullshit for another day" If you a sanger, lil' mama go 'head and sang ya song Them hoes say, "You ain't gon make it", the funky bitch is wrong You ain't got to get butt-naked on stage in a thong Just sang your records to show the people you got it goin on I see a whole lotta motherfuckers come and go I know young niggas sold they soul for the dirty dough They want a rapper, I understand go 'head and chase ya dream But chase too hard, give up the lord and end up like a fiend Some people gay, what can I say? The only judge is God But don't be ashamed and try to hide cause then you livin fraud Cause everythang done in the dark, gon' come to the light So do yo' thang, cause cain't no man tell you what's wrong or right Right, right, right, right So do yo' thang, cause cain't no man tell you what's wrong or right ...(Uh!)

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Rainy Dayz

Raekwon

[Intro: Blue Raspberry, Ghostface Killah, Raekwon, Samples] It's a mystery inside Of how I'm gonna get mine I'm thinking 'bout so many ways Of how to conquer these rainy days You sang beautifully just now I sing for him and he isn't here It's going down, man, word, man (What's up, black?) Niggas just fuckin' robbed my gate, man (Word?) [Chorus: Blue Raspberry, Ghostface Killah & Raekwon] It's raining, he's changing (Fuckin'— Yo, I'ma murder somebody, man, for real, I ain't playing, whatever, man, whatever) My man is going insane, insane (The war is on, yo) [Verse 1: Ghostface Killah] On rainy days I sit back and count ways on How to get rich, son, show and prove, ask my bitch Stood up late nights, build with my a-alikes We can pull a heist, snatch ice or rock mics But this rap shit, got me wanna clack back the latch How it goes the only pesos made from scratch But in due time, soon to get mine like Bugsy Heavy on the wrist, Polo mocs, socks and rugbies Old flicks remind me of Gucci's Back in Union Square when little Maxmil blast Pierre That was Build Build, fast forward, ninety-four Who got the bad base? Filthiest fiends scream for more Bless me out of state, howdy, Jake, Starks is back Niggas want work, nine brought back off a g-pack Coke rocks flood the co-ops, live in gossip Them big lip niggas singing to cops need to box it Stop it, the projects over-flooded with slow leaks The fiends geek, new faces get wrapped in sheets I gotta get mine, like my old Earth, bless the cheese line Sipping on fine wines, the power of the blacks refined (Rainy days) Divine Waiting on these royalties takes too long It's like waiting on babies, it makes me want to slay thee But that's ungodly, so, yo, God, pardon me I need it real quick, the dough flow like penmanship Meatheads get pistol-whipped, I blow spots like horse shit So now talk shit, nigga, what? You might also like[Chorus: Blue Raspberry] It's raining, he's changing My man is going insane, insane It's raining (Past sunlight, more gunfight) [Verse 2: Raekwon] What brings rain, hail, snow, and earthquakes? The beat breaks, 'cause all my niggas to break, son Styles is similar to criminals locked up With gats, ghetto tabernacles is fucked up I live once, though the mind stays infinite Traveling to touch nine planets in my midst While I carry, to earn a decent salary Soon get married, raise a family, but the plan'll be Real great, to sit up in the loft, count stacks and max And real cats cold watch my back But listen to the Wu, son, and maintain It's all real, starving individuals kill I puff what's only right, leave the poison alone Projects infested with rats, cats, and crack, holmes Half of us'll try to make it, the other half'll try to take it So many fake, half real freedom-build Born to science my alliance analyzes Wild surprises, keeping my eyes wide to this The unfortunate, laying in mountains counting With jewelry on, can it be the next team house the horn Chill dun, just for real ones, light the lye up I hate to have to tie the next guy up Pay attention to 1010 WINS, Wu blends Now I'm steering you to truth, buckle up Now who's a legend? [Chorus: Blue Raspberry & Raekwon] It's raining, he's changing (Word up dun) It's raining he's⁠—, my man is going insane (Peace to Philly, VA, these days, word up, y'all) My man is going insane (Word up, the sun, moon and stars, fly cars, word up y'all) [Outro: Blue Raspberry] No sunlight, more gun fights I've lost him to the street life Street life (I've lost him to the street life) No cash flow, no more dough He's someone I don't even know Someone I don't know Rainy Days Getting through those rainy days Getting through those rainy days Getting through those rainy days Getting through those rainy days I lost him to the street life The street life, woah12

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Bang Bang

K’naan

[Hook: K'naan] She shot me, she shot me Bang, bang - she shot me [Verse 1: K'naan] Ahh, there she goes again, the dopest Ethiopian In other words, she came through explodin’ in the podium Dynamite Napoleon like sodium mixed with petroleum Slowly but surely, she was walking toward me Cut the convo short ‘cause she had to wake up early But continuing the story, don’t worry She gave me digits for her Blackberry “You’re very handsome” is what she said And the way she looked in my eyes said, “put me to bed” Oh my, oh my, I should have known when she said to me on the phone “You do not know me very well, but I would never hurt a fly” Then she aimed at my chest with love in her eye Said she aimed at my chest with love in her eye [Chorus: Adam Levine & K'naan] She was walkin’ around with a loaded shotgun Ready to fire me a hot one It went bang, bang, bang, straight through my heart (Straight through my heart) Although I could have walked away I stood my ground and let her spray, ooh She shot me, she shot me Bang, bang - she shot me She shot me, she shot me Bang, bang - she shot me She shot me, she shot me Bang, bang - she shot me She shot me, she shot me Bang, bang You might also like[Verse 2: K'naan] Scorpion, she’s so hot she’s a scorch-ian Killing me softly: Lauryn or Kevorkian Couldn’t tell if she’s cuckoo or quirky, when I asked her her name, she said, “call me Ten.” Testing, testing Things just got more interesting She’s dressed in a vest pin, double-breasted holster A very Western toaster She ain’t nothing Kosher Ah, she lets me closer Hotter than a pepper-crusted Samosa While I try to keep my composure [Chorus: Adam Levine & K'naan] She was walkin’ around with a loaded shotgun Ready to fire me a hot one It went bang, bang, bang, straight through my heart (Straight through my heart) Although I could have walked away I stood my ground and let her spray, ooh She shot me, she shot me Bang, bang - she shot me She shot me, she shot me Bang, bang - she shot me She shot me, she shot me Bang, bang - she shot me She shot me, she shot me Bang, bang [Bridge: K'naan] Am I wrong? But what is love without the pain to go along? And what is pain? If not the reason for me to sing this song? And this song is for the weak and for the strong 'Cause I was strong And still, she got me, she got me Bang, bang, she got me She got me, she got me Bang, bang [Chorus: Adam Levine & K'naan] She was walkin’ around with a loaded shotgun Ready to fire me a hot one It went bang, bang, bang, straight through my heart (Straight through my heart) Although I could have walked away I stood my ground and let her spray, ooh She shot me, she shot me Bang, bang - she shot me She shot me, she shot me Bang, bang - she shot me She shot me, she shot me Bang, bang - she shot me She shot me, she shot me Bang, bang5

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Royal Flush

J. Cole

[Intro] Yeah, this is the... warm up [Verse 1] Okay, I roll up, hold up, look at how I showed up I blowed up, had a hole up in my pocket, now it's sewed up They feinin' for that crack, you know that rock, I got that product You niggas tryna stop it, better load up, I hang my coat up Aye, I'm gon' be here for a while so I smile, haters I'm on that green like a flower, like an alligator Now or later, I'm serving niggas; I'm a sound waiter Just tell me what you want, I bring that back an hour later Look how I cater, dog what you afraid of? Nothing They talking gangsta without no data, they fronting Jackie-Chan, Jean-Claude-Van-Dam, straight stunting I wish a nigga would say something I'm a Carolina nigga, boy I got it on my back Piggy back style I ain't talking 'bout no tat And I'ma rep the Ville in every city that I'm at And I guarantee I'm bringing home plaques Shoutout to my brother Zach, and my mother, I love ya [Break] [Verse 2] Yea look ain't that about a bitch? This nigga on his own dick They say I'm like the human body, I produce my own shit And I toot my horns, a star when I was born My name ain't James, my word is bond Yea shoutout to Canibus, had a similar line 98-99 Damn, that was the times never mind dwelling in the past You're listening to the future The flows gets tighter, them hoes get looser Then they wanna seduce ya like Medusa, be cool I said I got a girl, she told me, "Me too!" So that must mean you want a nigga to eat that seafood Baby don't be foolish but call her I'll watch her do it You might also like[Break] [Outro] Yea and this is only "The Warm Up" yea7

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U Can’t Touch This

MC Hammer

[Chorus] You can't touch this You can't touch this You can't touch this You can't touch this [Verse 1] My, my, my, my music hits me so hard Makes me say, "Oh my Lord" Thank you for blessin' me With a mind to rhyme and two hype feet It feels good, when you know you're down A super dope homeboy from the Oaktown And I'm known as such And this is a beat, uh, you can't touch [Chorus] I told you, homeboy (You can't touch this) Yeah, that's how we livin' and ya know (You can't touch this) Look in my eyes, man (You can't touch this) (You can't touch this) [Verse 2] Fresh new kicks, and pants You gotta like that, now you know you wanna dance So move outta yo' seat And get a fly girl and catch this beat While it's rollin', hold on Pump a little bit and let 'em know it's goin' on Like that, like that Cold on a mission, so fall on back Let 'em know that you're too much And this is a beat, uh, they can't touch You might also like[Chorus] Yo, I told you (You can't touch this) Why you standin' there, man? (You can't touch this) Yo, sound the bell, school's in, sucker (You can't touch this) [Verse 3] Give me a song, or rhythm Makin' 'em sweat, that's what I'm givin' 'em Now, they know You talkin' 'bout the Hammer, you're talkin' 'bout a show That's hyped and tight Singers are sweatin', so pass them a wipe Or a tape, to learn What's it gonna take in the 90's to burn The charts? Legit Either work hard or you might as well quit [Chorus] That's word because you know (You can't touch this) You can't touch this Break it down! [Post-Chorus] Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh Oh, oh, oh, oh— Stop, Hammer time! [Verse 4] Go with the flow, it is said That if you can't groove to this then you probably are dead So wave yo' hands in the air Bust a few moves, run your fingers through your hair This is it, for a winner Dance to this and you're gonna get thinner Move, slide your rump Just for a minute let's all do the bump (Bump, bump, bump) [Chorus] Yeah (You can't touch this) Look, man (You can't touch this) You better get hype, boy, because you know you can't (You can't touch this) Ring the bell, school's back in Break it down! [Post-Chorus] Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh Oh, oh, oh, oh— Stop, Hammer time! [Bridge] (Woah, woah) (Woah, woah) Oh, woah Oh, woah Oooh Woah, woah, woah, woah [Chorus] (Woah, woah, woah, woah) You can't touch this (Woah, woah, woah, woah) You can't touch this (Woah, woah, woah, woah) You can't touch this (Woah, woah, woah, woah) You can't touch this Break it down! [Post-Chorus] Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh Oh, oh, oh, oh— Stop, Hammer time! [Verse 5] Every time you see me, the Hammer's just so hyped I'm dope on the floor and I'm magic on the mic Now why would I ever stop doin' this? With others makin' records that just don't hit I've toured around the world, from London to the Bay "It's Hammer!" "Go Hammer!" "MC Hammer!" "Yo Hammer!" And the rest can go and play You can't touch this [Chorus] You can't touch this You can't touch this Yeah (You can't touch this) I told you (Can't touch this) Too hot (Can't touch this) Yo, we outta here (Can't touch this)33

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Break The Silence

Asher Roth

[Verse 1: Asher Roth] And see I never thought it'd happen to us Not another family as happy as us, its a matter of love Just a little different, a little twisted A bit sick, but sick is realistic It isn't fiction, its the hidden truth Some would rather act stupid than admit it's true Just because it doesn't happen to you Doesn't mean it doesn't happen It happened to exclude you I excuse you if you'd rather not But someone you that know might be on the topic On the hot seat It's not easy to keep a secret and I can't keep this It's too deep, real deep [Hook: Big Prime Da General] Deep secrets can't tell a friend But it hurt so I can't hold it in Hairy thoughts been sitting on the conscience Its up to me to break the silence, the silence The silence, break the silence The silence, the silence Break the silence, the silence Silence, break the silence The silence Its up to me to break the silence, the silence You might also like[Verse 2: Big Prime Da General] Aye everybody gotta life story or situation That they going through So let me tell you what I'm facin' My back against the wall The hand I was dealt Sorta like I'm playing spades But not having a spade at all Gimme one time to stand, one chance One try and ill have you feeling my life To the point where you cry The separation of my parents Left me embarrassed in school Cause my dad was never there Mom just act a fool I think growing up in public housing With my grandma it kept me grounded Now I ain't high as mountains Yea, now my goal is to keep you educated Know my life So you can tell In every rhyme, that I'm dedicated [Hook: Big Prime Da General] Deep secrets can't tell a friend But it hurt so I can't hold it in Hairy thoughts been sitting on the conscience Its up to me to break the silence, the silence The silence, break the silence The silence, the silence Break the silence, the silence Silence, break the silence The silence Its up to me to break the silence, the silence [Verse 3: Asher Roth] She was 13 and he was 32 And she could leave man if people only knew B-but as a teen what hell you supposed to do? Molested by her dad who was molested too So confused she ran from and hided Stashed away like it was a secret dialing She cried at night No one to confide it Scared her mother wouldn't love her If she finds it, so she lies Kept it bottled up inside and Mama came sick with the blindness And in her mind everything was quite fine 'til he decided to break the silence [Hook: Big Prime Da General] Deep secrets can't tell a friend But it hurt so I can't hold it in Hairy thoughts been sitting on the conscience Its up to me to break the silence, the silence The silence, break the silence The silence, the silence Break the silence, the silence Silence, break the silence The silence Its up to me to break the silence, the silence

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Breakfast

Curren$y

[Intro] Ugh Yeah, yeah Some of the good things that weed can do (Yeah, ha) PSA Let me start shooting 'em fucking commercials (Jets in the house) Yeah Man (Yeah) Yeah, bitch [Verse] I'm so cold with it; the potency of the beat— Is consistent with the fact that Mos did it Prolific not shaken or stirred In the presence of those niggas, herbs They only after your bread—them fucking birds You think they like your haircut? Fair enough Live your life, partner Guess I could keep them two cents in my pocket Add that to these underground-rap dollars Refused the majors and stayed real—I kept my promise Rolled Bambús in the Bahamas, mama It's either that or them strawberry coladas Xbox web browser Download a updated NBA roster Play a eighty-two-game season Condo full of snacks, Spitta not leaving Off-brand muh'fuckers Odd number, you are not even on my level Write that sickness, my ink pen sneezing Yancey Thigpen can't catch me sleeping You air-hustling motherfucker, and I'm eating Creeping with my side bitch, hope I don't get caught cheating New Orleans this morning, New York in this evening Squinting they eyes and shit, they can't see him Fly in the hive, buzzing, them bugs can't be him Illegible letters in my ledger, they can't read 'em Smiling, money piling, I'm cheesing Odometer broken, I ain't know that I was speeding Fast living, sloe gin for these bitches I got that game from my Pittsburgh nigga SV Diablo, ninety-six, wings lift Daniel-san, crane kick—wah! See Curren$y LiveGet tickets as low as $83You might also like[Outro: Mos Def] You're the best around You're the best around You're the best around You're the best7

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Better Run Run

MC Hammer

[Hook] That's the fire, that's the fire, that's the fire, what That's the fire, that's the fire, that's the fire, what That's the fire, that's the fire, that's the fire, what That's the fire, that's the fire, that's the fire, what Better run, better run run Better run, better run run, let's go there Let's go there [Verse 1] Let's go where the lights is hot Where a rapper gotta back up all the shit he pop Let's go there, the game is so cold I could see it in his eyes, the boy sold his soul Devil said "I'ma give you the world" "I'll take it, plus give me a girl Mr. Devil, can you give me a sign?" He said "Throw the Roc up, thats one of mine" [Hook] That's the fire, that's the fire, that's the fire, what That's the fire, that's the fire, that's the fire, what That's the fire, that's the fire, that's the fire, what That's the fire, that's the fire, that's the fire, what Better run, better run run Better run, better run run, let's go there Let's go there You might also like[Verse 2] Yo Jay, I got a reason to doubt If I knocked on your door would you come on out? If I knocked on your door that mean I'm knocking you out If I knocked on your door boy, I'll bust ya in ya mouth Uh, see me, son, I don't play I come from the shoulders, that's two the hard way New rules, let me show you the way If a rapper talk tough, he gotta back up what he say [Hook] That's the fire, that's the fire, that's the fire, what That's the fire, that's the fire, that's the fire, what That's the fire, that's the fire, that's the fire, what That's the fire, that's the fire, that's the fire, what Better run, better run run Better run, better run run, let's go there Let's go there [Verse 3] I don't really have to go in on a fella But that dude wrote back to devil Nah nah, I don't rock your wear Your shoes, I don't need a dark pair That boy tried to steal my swag Fingerprints all over the bag Imposter, get him outta here Imposter, the king is right here, lets go [Hook] That's the fire, that's the fire, that's the fire, what That's the fire, that's the fire, that's the fire, what That's the fire, that's the fire, that's the fire, what That's the fire, that's the fire, that's the fire, what Better run, better run run Better run, better run run, let's go there Let's go there [Outro] Yeah you're now rocking with the king of heart The king of heart, tearing all imposters apart8

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It’s So Hard

Big Pun

[Verse 1: Big Punisher] You can catch me in the cherry red 150 Got the Glizzy locked in the stizzy Pop the clizzy, goin' 60 down a one-wizzy Drunk pissy, tryin' to cruise through the avenue While my peoples is poppin' bottles up in Sue's Rendezvous Fuck that! Spun the U-ey, lost a hubcap It's back to the shack, came back in a "What's that?!" Straight from Paris, checkin' Gaby's new baby carriage Perry Ellis, auburn cherry reddish Fresh out the dealer, got the TEC for the squealers Wear a vest for the killers, nothin' less ‘cause it's realer In the Big Apple, where it's quick to get your shit tackled Enemies spit at you, best friends kidnap you Trust no one; got beef? Bust yo' gun You don't need no one, talkin' 'bout that you owe 'em I'ma go for dolo, Scarface without Manolo One deep, I be solo, bustin' heat, throwin' bolos, it's hard [Hook: Donnell Jones] And it's so hard, yeah Niggas wanna be like Pun But they don't bust they guns And it's so hard! Niggas wanna fuck my wife Nggas wanna take my life But it's so hard! You might also like[Hook adlibs: Big Punisher] It's hard work, baby I just lost a hundred pounds, I'm tryin' to live I ain't goin' nowhere I'm stayin' alive, baby That's my wife, I paid for them titties! Get your own! Your own! Ya heard?! [Verse 2: Big Punisher] Rollin' with the Squad, we like Gods Catch us at the bar-de-bar-de-bars, strip bars in Miami Almost came home with the Grammy Next year, bringin' home three for the family Watch me, you can catch it live on Hitachi Poppin' shit like a Nazi, iced out like DeBiase Fuck that! Liberace, fo'-X Versace, somebody stop me! Never that! SKEE-YU! Where my niggas at? Uptown!! Uptown!! You know you feelin' that Cash rule, hardcore, you can dance to That old Biggie "Gimme One More Chance..." Take a glance, then I'm off with yours With both hands, take off my drawers and jerk me like the Source Awards I love hip-hop, I ain't even probably the best lyricist alive Terror Squad, nigga, stop sleepin'! [Hook Adlibs: Big Punisher] What you say your name was again? And I know you from where? Elementary school? I don't know you, man! Money, not you again, go that way! [Hook: Donnell Jones] And it's so hard, yeah Niggas wanna be like Pun But they don't bust they guns And it's so hard! Niggas wanna fuck my wife Nggas wanna take my life But it's so hard! [Coda: Donell Jones] Yeah, you ain't fuckin' my wife, takin' my life And if you just hatin', just walk on by All you haters, just walk on by See, me and Big Pun be rollin' Schemin' on you and your homie Better just walk on by While we role back and talk for a while And to the Boricuas — stay up, stay up, stay up! And to all my homies — you gotta know what's up!5

Hip-HopRap

Pyrex Vision

Raekwon

[Intro: Raekwon] Niggas got me the behind the pot again, but yo "Fuck, with your pot again?" [Verse: Raekwon] The Pyrex is bubbling, the stove is broke Fuck it, use the flame from the oven, the famous dozen Bout to hit the streets, they buzzing Break it down, yo, chop it like he raided your luggage Major yellow shit in the pot, struggling Tryna form a rock up, and double it, and call up my cousin "What up beloved?" Stab it, tilt and twirl, spit in it Plus, put a little bit of milk in—the fiends love it Sat back, confident in comfort, the light blew out All I see is all white stuff, suds in it Four hundred razors in a bucket, seventy plates We thinking ten mil a man—nigga, fuck it It's on, get the baking soda, dump it How many niggas'll pump to get eighty more? Get it jumping Live by the code, and we thumping Nigga, take this Fuck around and taste a flake: "Bitch, you drunk it" It's all in the eyes of the hungry It's all for the wise and the humbly, their eyes came upon meYou might also like

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10 Bricks

Raekwon

[Intro: Raekwon] Yo, yo, Iron Chef, gracias I need some of that, slide through the back I need ya'll to come back to the, I heard juice Back of the store over here, just be easy and tell ya man to be cool We got some culinary cats right here, we need you we'll kill him if he fault [Verse 1: Raekwon] Aiyo, rappers steppin' to me, they want a brick son But I'm the Chef, my price is twenty-six son Move up, about thirty-two of those and open locker dough Soldier got locked up, blow killed the doctor Flamboyant police is X fives, watchin' my lofts So many leeches I just left it and walked My flow wicked, Miami money, movin' and ridicule Geico on the arm froze, rose gold with me Take baths with white women, lingerie see-through Takin' trips to Iran, my Spanish nigga peoples Sellin' drugs to Flatbush, call my nigga Cecil Snub with the black gloves, on half-moon Greek do Killed him in the Bahamas, his wife ran white van pulled up They caught him out in Brooklyn with a white man Slutted out, rosed out, sister was gone, she geekin' She threw the rifle in her mouth and said good evenin' Yup, Paul Wall grill line, be getting money, crime thief I know her from Africa, pretty smile, nine teeth Gold joints, frames only, Louis Vuitton, pony Leather with the matching sweater on, you owe me You might also like[Hook: Raekwon] Knock the ash off the blunt, confront niggas who cunt Swing an ax, tax niggas rhyme different from cats Specialize in mic rippers, splashes We the last skippers, big rocks and the block will stick [Verse 2: Cappadonna] Beefsteak Charlie niggas eat and they get fat Chase heads up and down the block and kill rats Skilled with the gats, even feds don't know where the shells at The shell trapped up in nice crib with four packs Four macs, caught a nice sale for four stacks Yeah, me and my nigga Arafat Gotta escape but we'll be right back, real soon Chef cook it up, we got a date with real goons Telling you Ghost, my connect crazy with the wet Might know him used to talk to his sister named Yvette I speed it up, me and the Linx, was getting weeded up I beat it up, yeah I hit that, but I ain't seed it up Meanwhile, back on the block, we seen two trucks Then the windows rolled down, we see these two fucks Soon as they jumped out, see these tools bust [Hook: Raekwon] Knock the ash off the blunt, confront niggas who cunt Swing an ax, tax niggas rhyme different from cats Specialize in mic rippers, splashes We the last skippers, big rocks and the block will stick [Verse 3: Ghostface Killah] Yeah, yo, I lit a boogah up, rocks is gone, so we baggin' up all shape Binoculars, scanners, we all listen to jake Ran out of baggies, my mouth is dry Got them dirty joints that scatter, don't act surprised Nah, nigga the currency rushes like popping a wheelie Holding a pipe with one hand, the other countin' the billies You know how it be with the peppermint Clarks, throwing darts at a hoodrat Getting slow neck up in The Bronx That's all me, thirty four shines, forty four lines I just chill like Aaron Hall, writin' raw rhymes Like, threw Kool-Aid rubies in a lemonade bezzle When I was twelve in the church, I started packin' that metal A deuce-deuce, my supplier was Loose Bruce Ever since I had the drop, my instinct was to shoot-shoot This ain't For the Love of Ray J, it's for the love of the AK Cuz you can get scratched like AJ Cuban Link Dynasty has emerged, this rap shit stop I have a team of niggas moving my furs [Hook: Raekwon] Knock the ash off the blunt, confront niggas who cunt Swing an ax, tax niggas rhyme different from cats Specialize in mic rippers, splashes We the last skippers, big rocks and the block will stick

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Everything I Am

Kanye West

[Produced by Kanye West] [Chorus] Damn Here we go again Common passed on this beat, I made it to a jam Now everything I'm not made me everything I am Damn (Here we go) Here we go again People talkin' shit, but when the shit hit the fan Everything I'm not made me everything I am [Verse 1] I'll never be picture-perfect, Beyoncé Be light as Al B or black as Chauncey Remember him from Blackstreet? He was black as the street was I'll never be laid back as this beat was I never could see why people'll reach a Fake-ass facade that they couldn't keep up You see how I creeped up? You see how I played a big Role in Chicago like Queen Latifah? I'll never rock a mink coat in the wintertime like Killa Cam Or rock some mink boots in the summertime like will.i.am Let me know if you feel it, man 'Cause everything I'm not made me everything I am You might also like[Chorus] Damn Here we go again Everybody sayin' what's not for him But everything I'm not made me everything I am Damn (Here we go) Here we go again People talkin' shit, but when the shit hit the fan Everything I'm not made me everything I am [Verse 2] And I'm back to tear it up Haters start your engines, I hear 'em gearin' up People talk so much shit about me at barbershops They forget to get they hair cut Okay, fair enough, the streets is flarin' up 'Cause they want gun talk, or I don't wear enough Baggy clothes, Reeboks, or A-di-dos Can I add that he do spaz out at his shows? So, say goodbye to the NAACP Award Goodbye to the India Arie Award They'd rather give me the Ni-Nigga Please Award But I'll just take the I Got a Lot of Cheese Award [Chorus] Damn Here we go again Bum-tu-bum-bum-bum But everything I'm not made me everything I am (Here we go) Damn Here we go again People talkin' shit, but when the shit hit the fan Everything I'm not made me everything I am [Verse 3] I know people wouldn't usually rap this But I got the facts to back this Just last year, Chicago had over six hundred caskets Man, killing's some wack shit Oh, I forgot, 'cept for when niggas is rappin' Do you know what it feel like when people is passin'? He got changed over his chains a block off Ashland I need to talk to somebody, pastor The church want tithe, so I can't afford to pay Pink slip on my door, 'cause I can't afford to stay My fifteen seconds up, but I got more to say That's enough Mr. West, please, no more today [Chorus] (Here we go!) Damn Here we go again Everybody sayin' what's not for him But everything I'm not made me everything I am (Here we go) Damn Here we go again People talkin' shit, but when the shit hit the fan Everything I'm not made me everything I am [Outro] Here we go-we go Here we go-we go Go-go-go again76

Hip-HopRap

Paper Planes

M.I.A.

[Verse 1] I fly like paper, get high like planes If you catch me at the border I got visas in my name If you come around here, I make 'em all day I get one done in a second if you wait I fly like paper, get high like planes If you catch me at the border I got visas in my name If you come around here, I make 'em all day I get one done in a second if you wait [Verse 2] Sometimes I think sittin' on trains Every stop I get to I'm clocking that game Everyone's a winner, we're making our fame Bona fide hustler making my name Sometimes I think sittin' on trains Every stop I get to I'm clocking that game Everyone's a winner, we're making our fame Bona fide hustler making my name [Chorus] 'Cause all I wanna do is—, and a— And take your money All I wanna do is—, and a— And take your money All I wanna do is—, and a— And take your money All I wanna do is—, and a— And take your money You might also like[Verse 3] Pirate skulls and bones Sticks and stones and weed and bongs Running when we hit 'em Lethal poison for the system Pirate skulls and bones Sticks and stones and weed and bongs Running when we hit 'em Lethal poison for the system No one on the corner has swagger like us Hit me on my burner prepaid wireless We pack and deliver like UPS trucks Already going hard, just pumping that gas No one on the corner has swagger like us Hit me on my burner prepaid wireless We pack and deliver like UPS trucks Already going hard, just pumping that gas [Chorus] 'Cause all I wanna do is—, and a— And take your money All I wanna do is—, and a— And take your money All I wanna do is—, and a— And take your money All I wanna do is—, and a— And take your money [Bridge] M.I.A, third world democracy Yeah, I've got more records than the KGB So, uh, no funny business (Are you ready all?) Some some some I some I murder Some I some I let go Some some some I some I murder Some I some I let go [Chorus] All I wanna do is—, and a— And take your money All I wanna do is—, and a— And take your money All I wanna do is—, and a— And take your money All I wanna do is—, and a— And take your money169

Alternative

Birdflu

M.I.A.

[Verse 1] I'm big on the underground, what's the point of knocking me down? Everyone knows, I'm already good on the ground Most of us stay strong, shit don't really bound us Gon' go on my own, making bombs with rubber bands Have my heart down, so I need a man for romance Streets are making 'em hard, so they're selfish little roamers Jumpin' girl to girl,Make us meat like burgers When I get fat, I'm gon' pop me out some leaders [Verse 2] Protocol to be a Rocawear model? It didn't really drop that way, my legs hit the hurdle Protocol to be a rocker on a label? It didn't really drop that way, my beats were too evil Now I put away paper for later so I'm stable A better something better come, gotta get cable Ghetto pops, food drops, stored up in my stable Pop 'em up, pop 'em down, eat 'em off the table [Verse 3] Village got on the phones said the street is comin' to town They wanna check my papers, see what I carry around Credentials are boring, I burnt them at the burial ground Don't order me about, I'm an outlaw from the badlands Put away shots for later, so I'm stable Live in trees, chew on feet, watch Lost on cable Bird flu gonna get you, made it in my stable From the crap you drop, on my crop when they pay youYou might also like3

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10 Dollar

M.I.A.

[Refrain] Hey, hey, hey, hey, uh, uh, hey, hey, hey, hey Hey, hey, hey, hey, uh, uh, hey, hey, hey, hey Uh-huh-uh-huh-uh-huh, hey, hey Uh-huh-uh-huh-uh-huh, hey, hey Uh-huh-uh-huh-uh-huh, hey, hey Uh-huh-uh-huh-uh-huh, hey, hey Hey, hey, hey, hey, uh, uh, hey, hey, hey, hey Hey, hey, hey, hey, uh, uh, hey, hey, hey, hey Uh-huh-uh-huh-uh-huh, hey, hey Uh-huh-uh-huh-uh-huh, hey, hey Uh-huh-uh-huh-uh-huh, hey, hey Uh-huh-uh-huh-uh-huh, hey, hey [Verse 1] Mottai pappathi Rotti suttalam Enney patthalaiyam Kasu ennalam Kadaikku ponalam Kasu patthalaiyam Kadaikkarana partthu Kannu adicchalam Hey, what now?! You might also like[Verse 2] Chinna girl is a little girl From a town, that's all ya need to know Lolita was a maneater Clocked him like a taximeter Fuck gold, she was platinum digger Shakin-ass-making moves on a mover Visa, then a plane ride to ya Peace out, she'll kill you like Uma [Pre-Chorus] She skipped away to the shop She found she didn't have enough She clocked him looking right at her And sucked on a lollipop She skipped away to the shop She found she didn't have enough She clocked him looking right at her And sucked on a lollipop [Refrain] Hey, hey, hey, hey, uh, uh, hey, hey, hey, hey Hey, hey, hey, hey, uh, uh, hey, hey, hey, hey Uh-huh-uh-huh-uh-huh, hey, hey Uh-huh-uh-huh-uh-huh, hey, hey Uh-huh-uh-huh-uh-huh, hey, hey Uh-huh-uh-huh-uh-huh, hey, hey Hey, what now?! [Verse 3] Chinna girl grew up to be a big girl Had her sights set on a bigger world Dial-a-Bride from Sri Lanka Found herself a Yorkshire banker Need a Visa? Got with a geezer Need some money? Paid him with a-knees up Year later, started to ease-up Got her own way, shouted out, "See ya!" [Pre-Chorus] She skipped away to the shop She found she didn't have enough She clocked him looking right at her And sucked on a lollipop She skipped away to the shop She found she didn't have enough She clocked him looking right at her And sucked on a lollipop [Refrain] Hey, hey, hey, hey, uh, uh, hey, hey, hey, hey Hey, hey, hey, hey, uh, uh, hey, hey, hey, hey Uh-huh-uh-huh-uh-huh, hey, hey Uh-huh-uh-huh-uh-huh, hey, hey Uh-huh-uh-huh-uh-huh, hey, hey Uh-huh-uh-huh-uh-huh, hey, hey [Chorus] What can I get for 10 dollar? Everything you want And what can I get for 10 dollar? Anything you want Yeah, what can I get for 10 dollar? Everything you want Yeah, what can I get for 10 dollar? Anything you want What can I get for 10 dollar? Anything you want And what can I get for 10 dollar? Anything you want Yeah, what can I get for 10 dollar? Anything you want Yeah, what can I get for 10 dollar? Anything you want [Refrain] Hey, hey, hey, hey, uh, uh, hey, hey, hey, hey Hey, hey, hey, hey, uh, uh, hey, hey, hey, hey Uh-huh-uh-huh-uh-huh, hey, hey Uh-huh-uh-huh-uh-huh, hey, hey Uh-huh-uh-huh-uh-huh, hey, hey Uh-huh-uh-huh-uh-huh, hey, hey Hey, hey, hey, hey, uh, uh, hey, hey, hey, hey Hey, hey, hey, hey, uh, uh, hey, hey, hey, hey Uh-huh-uh-huh-uh-huh, hey, hey Uh-huh-uh-huh-uh-huh, hey, hey Uh-huh-uh-huh-uh-huh, hey, hey Uh-huh-uh-huh-uh-huh, hey, hey1

Alternative

Rude Boy

Rihanna

[Chorus] Come here, rude boy, boy, can you get it up? Come here, rude boy, boy, is you big enough? Take it, take it (Yeah), baby, baby (Yeah) Take it, take it (Yeah), love me, love me Come here, rude boy, boy, can you get it up? Come here, rude boy, boy, is you big enough? Take it, take it (Yeah), baby, baby (Yeah) Take it, take it (Yeah), love me, love me [Verse 1] Tonight, I'ma let you be the captain Tonight, I'ma let you do your thing, yeah Tonight, I'ma let you be a rider Giddy-up, giddy-up, giddy-up, babe Tonight, I'ma let it be fire Tonight, I'ma let you take me higher Tonight, baby, we could get it on, yeah, we could get it on, yeah [Pre-Chorus] Do you like it? Boy, I want, want, want whatchu want, want, want Give it to me, baby, like boom, boom, boom What I want, want, want is what you want, want, want Nah, nah-ah You might also like[Chorus] Come here, rude boy, boy, can you get it up? Come here, rude boy, boy, is you big enough? Take it, take it (Yeah), baby, baby (Yeah) Take it, take it (Yeah), love me, love me Come here, rude boy, boy, can you get it up? Come here, rude boy, boy, is you big enough? Take it, take it (Yeah), baby, baby (Yeah) Take it, take it (Yeah), love me, love me [Verse 2] Tonight, I'ma give it to ya harder Tonight, I'ma turn ya body out Relax, let me do it how I wanna If you got it, I need it, and I'ma put it down Buckle up, I'ma give it to ya stronger Hands up, we could go a little longer Tonight, I'ma get a little crazy, get a little crazy, baby [Pre-Chorus] Like it? Boy, I want, want, want whatchu want, want, want Give it to me, baby, like boom, boom, boom What I want, want, want is what you want, want, want Nah, nah-ah [Chorus] Come here, rude boy, boy, can you get it up? Come here, rude boy, boy, is you big enough? Take it, take it (Yeah), baby, baby (Yeah) Take it, take it (Yeah), love me, love me Come here, rude boy, boy, can you get it up? Come here, rude boy, boy, is you big enough? Take it, take it (Yeah), baby, baby (Yeah) Take it, take it (Yeah), love me, love me [Bridge] I like the way you touch me there I like the way you pull my hair Babe, if I don't feel it, I ain't faking, no, no (Oh no) I like when you tell me 'kiss you there' I like when you tell me 'move it there' So giddy-up, time to get it up You say you a rude boy, show me what you got now Come here right now Take it, take it, baby, baby Take it, take it, love me, love me [Chorus] Come here, rude boy, boy, can you get it up? Come here, rude boy, boy, is you big enough? Take it, take it (Yeah), baby, baby (Yeah) Take it, take it (Yeah), love me, love me Come here, rude boy, boy, can you get it up? Come here, rude boy, boy, is you big enough? Take it, take it (Yeah), baby, baby (Yeah) Take it, take it (Yeah), love me, love me Love me, love me (Love me, love me, love me, love me) Take it, take it, baby, baby Take it, take it, love me, love me Love me, love me (Love me, love me) Yeah, yeah, yeah Take it, take it, baby, baby Take it, take it, love me, love me204

Pop

Pretty Girl Rock

Keri Hilson

[Intro] Uh, uh, uh, uh, ah Uh, uh, uh Now do the pretty girl rock, rock, rock Do the pretty girl rock, rock, rock Now what's your name? [Verse 1] My name is Keri, I'm so very Fly, oh my, it's a little bit scary Boys wanna marry, looking at my derrière You can stare, but if you touch it, I'ma bury Pretty as a picture (Hey) Sweeter than a swisher (Hey) Mad 'cause I'm cuter than the girl that's with ya (Hey) I ain't gotta talk about it, baby, you can see it (See it) But if you want, I'll be happy to repeat it (Ow) [Verse 2] My name is Keri (Hey), I'm so very (Hey) Fly, oh my, it's a little bit scary (Hey) Boys wanna marry (Hey), looking at my derrière (Hey) You can stare but if you touch it I'ma bury Pretty as a picture (Picture) Sweeter than a swisher (Swisher) Mad 'cause I'm cuter than the girl that's with ya I can talk about it 'cause I know that I'm pretty And if you know it too, then ladies sing it with me You might also like[Chorus] All eyes on me when I walk in No question that this girl's a ten Don't hate me 'cause I'm beautiful Don't hate me 'cause I'm beautiful My walk, my talk, the way I drip It's not my fault, so please don't trip Don't hate me 'cause I'm beautiful Don't hate me 'cause I'm beautiful (Hey) [Post-Chorus] Aye, now do the pretty girl rock, rock, rock Do the pretty girl rock, rock, rock Do the pretty girl rock, rock All my ladies do the pretty girl rock, rock, rock Do the pretty girl rock, rock, rock Do the pretty girl rock, rock, rock Do the pretty girl rock Now where you at? [Verse 3] If you're looking for me you can catch me (Ah, hot spot) Cameras flashing (Hey), daddy turned his head as soon as I passed him (Mm) Girls think I'm conceited 'cause I know I'm attractive (Hey) Don't worry about what I think, why don't you ask him? (Oh) Get yourself together don't hate (Never do it) Jealousy's the ugliest trait (Don't ever do it) I can talk about it 'cause I know that I'm pretty (Hey) And if you know it too, then ladies sing it with me [Chorus] All eyes on me when I walk in No question that this girl's a ten Don't hate me 'cause I'm beautiful Don't hate me 'cause I'm beautiful (Me 'cause I'm) My walk, my talk, the way I drip It's not my fault, so please don't trip (Please don't trip) Don't hate me 'cause I'm beautiful Don't hate me 'cause I'm beautiful (Don't hate me 'cause I'm) [Post-Chorus] Doing the pretty girl rock, rock, rock Do the pretty girl rock, rock, rock Do the pretty girl rock, rock, rock Do the pretty girl rock, rock All my ladies do the pretty girl rock, rock Get along with your pretty girl rock, rock, rock Still show me your pretty girl rock, rock, rock All my ladies do the pretty girl rock, rock, rock Sing it with me now [Chorus] All eyes on me when I walk in (When I walk in, yeah) No question that this girl's a ten (Oh-oh) Don't hate me 'cause I'm beautiful (Oh-oh) Don't hate me 'cause I'm beautiful My walk, my talk, the way I drip It's not my fault, so please don't trip (Please don't trip, no) Don't hate me 'cause I'm beautiful (Beautiful) Don't hate me 'cause I'm beautiful (You're beautiful, yeah) All eyes on me when I walk in (Ooh) No question that this girl's a ten (Don't hate me) Don't hate me 'cause I'm beautiful Don't hate me 'cause I'm beautiful (Don't hate her 'cause she's) My walk, my talk, the way I drip (Oh, beautiful) It's not my fault, so please don't trip (You're beautiful) Don't hate me 'cause I'm beautiful (You're beautiful) Don't hate me 'cause I'm beautiful (Oh-ooh-oh, oh-oh-oh-oh)29

Contemporary RB

16 on Death Row

2Pac

[Intro] Death Row That's where mothafuckas is endin' up [Verse 1] Dear Mama, I'm caught up in this sickness I robbed my adversaries but slipped and left a witness Wonder if they'll catch me or will this nigga snitch? Should I shoot his bitch or make the nigga rich? Don't wanna commit murder, but damn, they got me trapped Hawkin' while I'm walkin' and talkin' behind my back I'm kind of schizophrenic, I'm in this shit to win it ‘Cause life's a Wheel of Fortune, here's my chance to spin it Got no time for cops who trip and try to catch me Too fuckin' trigger-happy to let them suckers snatch me Niggas gettin' jealous, tryin' to find my stash Whip out the 9, now I'ma dime off yo' ass Peter picked a pepper, but I can pick a punk Snatched him like a bitch and threw him in the trunk The punk thought I was bluffin', but swear I'm nothin' nice Before I take your life, first wrestle with these mites I listened to his screams until he went insane I guess the little mites had finally found his brain New Rovers pull me over, I'm sentenced to the pen Remember that little bird? He snitched and told a friend It's trouble on my mind, I'm with the old-timers And fuck five-0! Blaow, blaow! Turn 'em into forty-niners You might also like[Hook] Bye bye, I was never meant to live Can't be positive when the ghetto's where you live Bye bye, I was never meant to be Livin' like a thief, runnin' through the streets Bye bye, and I got no place to go Where they find me; 16 on Death Row [Verse 2] Dear Mama, these cops don't understand me I turned to a life of crime ‘cause I came from a broken family My uncle used to touch me, I never told you that Scared what you might do, I couldn't hold you back I kept it deep inside, I done let it fuel my anger I'm down for all my homies, no mercy for a stranger The brother in my cell is 16 as well It's hard to adapt when you're black And you're trapped in a living hell I shouldn't have let him catch me Instead of livin' sad in jail I coulda died free and happy And my cellmate's raped on the norm And passed around the dorm You can hear his asshole gettin' torn They made me an animal Can't sleep, instead of countin' sheep, niggas countin' cannibals And that's how it is in the pen Turn old and cold and your soul is your best friend My mama, pray for me Tell the Lord to make way for me, prepare any day for me (Why?) ‘Cause when they come for me they find a struggler To the death I take the breath from your jugular The trick is to never lose hope I found my buddy hangin' dead from a rope; 16 on Death Row [Hook] Bye bye, I was never meant to live Can't be positive when the ghetto's where you live Bye bye, I was never meant to be Livin' like a thief, runnin' through the streets Bye bye, and I got no place to go Where they find me; 16 on Death Row [Verse 3] Dear Mama, they sentenced me to death Today's my final day, I'm countin' every breath I'm bitter ‘cause I'm dyin', so much I haven't seen I know you never dreamed your baby would be dead at 16 I got beef with a sick society That doesn't give a shit and they too quick to say goodbye to me They tell me the preacher's there for me He's a crook with a book, that mothafucka never cared for me He's only here to be sure I don't drop a dime to God About the crimes he's committin' on the poor And how can these people judge me? They ain't my peers, and in all these years they ain't never love me I never got to be a man Must be part of some big plan to keep a nigga in the state pen And to my homies out buryin' mothafuckas Steer clear of these Aryan mothafuckas ‘Cause once they got you locked up They got you trapped, you're better off gettin' shot up I'm convinced, self-defense is the way Please stay strapped, pack a gat every day I wish I woulda known while I was out there Now I'm straight headin' for the chair [Hook] Bye bye, I was never meant to live Can't be positive when the ghetto's where you live Bye bye, I was never meant to be Livin' like a thief, runnin' through the streets Bye bye, and I got no place to go Where they find me; 16 on Death Row [Outro] 16 on Death Row, Death Row Death Row, Death Row 16 on Death Row, Death Row, Death Row It's to all my partners In the penitentiaries; 16 on Death Row11

Gangsta Rap

Slow Your Roll

D12

[Intro: Eminem] Guess who, New shit! D12 World, D-Twizzy! [Hook: Eminem] You don't got a reason and don't want no beef You ain't got no ends to justify the means You don't got a cause, you better put it on pause You don't got the balls to fit in them draws So whatever it is you thinking that's got you gassed You better start rethinking and thinking it fast Ain't nobody told you, homie, ya wanna ask You better pump them brakes and let off the gas (Swift) And slow your roll [Verse 1: Swift] Sinister, a menace to many, I'm not friendly You get shot in a Kennedy fashion Pop willingly you walking around with Pac's identity I'm a mockery you 'bout to watch what it's fin to be I'm not mentally focused but lyrically we got it locked And it's not about dropping albums, I'll sock a nigga on the spot You can't help it but to imagine this walking massacre A madman strapped with a Magnum blow that spasm out ya back And just stand there and snatch your medallion See I can't fear any nigga that can not happen The immaculate Mac handler That got this wrapping by the back of his neck A scavenger I'm a threat then you feel me Like a hand full of syringes I'm ill enough to scream at your front do' Blow it off the hinges (nigga) I'm marksmatic, depressed marksman outta walking 'Cause soon your body they catch me shooting up your carcass So don't provoke shit, I wish the whole Mankind was a neck so I can choke it Ferocious and you ain't gonna be knowing where ya folks is Fuck the milk cartons and posters, it's over, they ghosts (hey) You might also like[Verse 2: Proof] Niggas is bitch instead of digging a ditch I'ma see how filled this river can get even bitches get hit I'm raw dog on all fours, I'm barking with long claws Just fight for the wrong cause Your boss with thong drawers (oh no) You ain't in my bracket bitch, following faggots With wanksta tats on their ass, see ya [Eminem backwards:] Magic Stick If I get hit once you get hit twice These scrubs need to do what he love and just play the back Before I'll put a sword on ya head like a Raider cap You bust I'm spraying back, leave your hood laying flat Now what you gonna say to that? [Hook: Eminem] You don't got a reason and don't want no beef You ain't got no ends to justify the means You don't got a cause, you better put it on pause You don't got the balls to fit in them draws So whatever it is you thinking that's got you gassed You better start rethinking and thinking it fast Ain't nobody told you, homie, ya wanna ask You better pump them brakes and let off the gas (Bizarre) And slow your roll [Verse 3: Bizarre] Pull up new county truck, throw up, blow up, beat a handicap bitch up Fuck butter I killed the DJ I don't need you, bitch, I got a instant replay Lay down bitch get butt naked And fuck the Viagra I'm trying to nut in two seconds All around the world, fuck wit' different cliques You ain't got no weed get the fuck out my room bitch [Verse 4: Kuniva] I'm calm but I steal on niggas like I was klepto Put that chrome shit to ya head like you was Destro Why stop niggas, why not pop niggas, we cop figures Keep them toast like IHOP nigga, we breathe dirt so be alert Or get them guns on ya chest like a welcome to the hood T-shirt Let's go back before throw backs, before I dro sacks I used to blow gats, bullets'll find you like a LoJack I'm hopeless, a ferocious dosage of dope shit A culprit of culture and a chaotic commotion Kuniva will blow shit off of the map and post it Knock you out of your penny loafers, fuck that ho shit [Hook: Eminem] You don't got a reason and don't want no beef You ain't got no ends to justify the means You don't got a cause, you better put it on pause You don't got the balls to fit in them draws So whatever it is you thinking that's got you gassed You better start rethinking and thinking it fast Ain't nobody told you, homie, ya wanna ask You better pump them brakes and let off the gas And slow your roll [Verse 5: Kon Artis] I point my fingers to the ground, throw my waist to left of me To knuckle should ship like a Em upside down and you best be On your p's and q's people we sees to use No one see's your views, so now you see's exclusives And put it in your little magazine, but you should Know that was the most desperate thing that you could Pull out of your crotch you faggots all owe us much Start doing heroin lines for as much as you gossip Like bitches with Oscars, y'all actresses 45's make bodies flip like flabby tits Bullets coming at your doom like a buck up 6th Now what the fuck you gonna do to get up out of this shit? Your record was released 17 years ago you dumb bitch Do the math, you'll never have a Shady/Aftermath Runyon Ave Kind of staff to back that ass up so back that ass up Before we clap that ass up [Hook: Eminem] You don't got a reason and don't want no beef You ain't got no ends to justify the means You don't got a cause, you better put it on pause You don't got the balls to fit in them draws So whatever it is you thinking that's got you gassed You better start rethinking and thinking it fast Ain't nobody told you, homie, ya wanna ask You better pump them brakes and let off the gas And slow your roll [Outro: Kon Artis] Nigga you better ask somebody These niggas think they can just put shit Out on their own, fuck them3

Hip-Hop

Barbershop

D12

[Intro: Kon Artis] This time we're gonna do our thing (Huh) Is that aight wit' y'all? (Yeah) It's gotta be 'cause we gon' do it anyway Ain't that right fellaz (Yeah) Fellaz ain't that right (Yeah) Haha [Hook: Kon Artis] Tell ya people, that I'm the man I can't be faded, there's been a change of plans You can meet me at the barbershop (At the barbershop) At the barbershop (At the barbershop) You can meet me at the barbershop (C'mon, where?) At the barbershop (At the barbershop) [Verse 1: Kon Artis] Well, it's Friday afternoon and I just woke up (*burp-fart*) That's right I just woke up From an excruciating evening at work, woman so what That it's two-thirty-PM, I'm grown dammit straight up And know when through my finger either I think it is time we bust, you know Leave the premises less you planning to cook, I mean it's Three o'clock and I gotta gimme a cut for that Big party tonight thrown at K-P Productions And I don't wanna lose my spot 'Cause everybody know "Big O" got the tightest fans on the block So I got to be in that seat at Four o'clock Shoot I need me some crispy-ones to go with my new outfit So tell ya people You might also like[Hook: Kon Artis] Tell ya people, that I'm the man I can't be faded, there's been a change of plans You can meet me at the barbershop (At the barbershop) At the barbershop (At the barbershop) You can meet me at the barbershop (C'mon, where?) At the barbershop (At the barbershop) [Verse 2: Kuniva] Understand me now, I'm cool as a breeze (Wassup playa, wassup) On the black hand side, gimme some grease (Alright) I want a line-up and I don't want you to fate me (Nope) A ghetto girl with an attitude to come and braid me So what's happening, the hood's seeing in I get the scoop on everyone in the ghetto so let's begin Who got shot? (Mike) Who got jumped? (Eric) Who got ganked? (Shay) Who got robbed? (Dee) Who went to jail? (Chuck) Who got saved? (Rick) Who's getting money and who's broke as a joke And hear about your lady called me that started smoking that dope You get it all at this little dusty place Let me be still, she getting out the razor from my face [Hook: Kon Artis] See tell ya people, that I'm the man I can't be faded, there's been a change of plans You can meet me at the barbershop (At the barbershop) At the barbershop (At the barbershop) You can meet me at the barbershop (C'mon, where?) At the barbershop (At the barbershop) [Verse 3: Bizarre] You heard of me, the fat guy that raps Now it's time for Bizarre to take off his shower cap It's been five days, I patiently waited Saturday morning, it's time to get faded And I mean get faded, "I mean get faded" Damn at four o'clock, I didn't almost make it My barber's name is Sarah, she don't really know how to cut But she got some nice teeth and big ol' butt So two days a week, I get faded for no reason Same old haircut, keep it low and even If you see me in a barbershop, go on and run 'Cause I'm probably getting a perm and my toe-nails done [Verse 4: Proof, Kon Artis] Got here full grip, but can't call the cops I gotta get the script from the lips to the barbershop Jump in the seat "Yo, give me the line and" And tell me who came through shining My homeboy scooped up, in a new truck Gave everybody a cup and gave me a few bucks Then he started bragging 'bout his last lick Cut me a design along with his address [Verse 5: Swift] You can have a million dollar suit on, shining with your karats up But it don't mean nothing if ya flogging in your haircut Now who next? (Um, I just want my son to get a tape-up) What about you sweetie? (So what you trying say?) I'm just playing with you baby (Hey, he do this all the time) And all you do is whine, and drink wine (Hahaha) Yo, you know that Cho-chie got knocked out? (Man) (When?) Early at Le'mott's house (Again?) (I wouldn't let that man sit on my couch) (You was wit' him yesterday) (Man what are you talking 'bout?) I'm just about ready to throw y'all out (No you ain't, I'll be here for 'bout a hour) You know I'll raise up the rates [Hook: Kon Artis] Tell ya people, that I'm the man I can't be faded, there's been a change of plans You can meet me at the barbershop (At the barbershop) At the barbershop (At the barbershop) You can meet me at the barbershop (C'mon, where?) At the barbershop (At the barbershop)4

Hip-Hop

Prescription

Wale

[Intro] Simply out of this world by choice The world's too much for the soul to enjoy [Verse 1] I focus on the void and I fill it Hopin' the depressed ain't give in and give up So listeners give up your ears, it's your hero From here on a heroin-like high, I give off Live off my lie and my lullaby They itchin' for a new breath here's the calamine And I refuse to camouflage with other guys You see my mind is amused of they head noddin' I so got 'em, as hypnosis of hip-hop Cause, when I talk they don't just watch I make 'em feel it, the feelings' unfamiliar A rush of your adrenaline you can pick up a buildin' You can become a killer if properly scripted The first one's free, next time I'll be billin' ya [Chorus] Here go your prescription Here go your prescription Here go your prescription Take your prescription See Wale LiveGet tickets as low as $128You might also like[Verse 2] Don't let the pain getcha I swear my lane will provide as a painkiller A painkiller, a 16 of Percoset Just let it chill Joe That lil' burn that you feel, feel good, don't it? Just sit back and relax and take it easy And let the beat play Close your eyes, whoever uninspired Pay me no mind, I put Adderall in y'all's Riddle them with Ritalin, attention deficit Niggas start listenin', and what I'm givin' them The drug that they brain need Them niggas sick of hip-hop so they appointed me And I invented but the IV inside of me And ignorance was drug of choice but they OD'd Couldn't alone leave 'em I am the sole leader The young soul that the OG's still believe in And if you not convinced keep on promotin' them I breathe life in the game, they are Kevorkian They provokin' suicide but as soon assigned I drew designs for consumer's minds so in time I do it for all y'all, do it for all y'all Don't gotta wait long The doctor has arrived just be patient Please, please [Chorus] Here go your prescription Here go your prescription Here go your prescription Take your prescription [Spoken Outro] See, they say one has to know the past to last in the present. So I, bask in the weather while the presence of these laggers lend me they rappin' to give gifts to my brethren. My nigga this is more than a vocal booth, this is my, only truth, this is my risin' up. So you can ask Black Thought if I know my Roots. Shit, before you? Quest my love for this, just know we would play Q-Tip in the Q before you knew T.I.P. And before you knew T.I.P. I was tippin' strippers properly to pussy poppin'. So, when you ask me "What you know about that? ", ironically I'm askin' you the same question partna'. I am hip-hop. Past, present and future. I can rap on some old Primo, sound like the present Sigo and make it feel like a sequel to the new me, bitch. I'm Wale, the prescription

Hip-Hop

Ghost Deini

Ghostface Killah

[Verse 1: Ghostface Killah] Yo, summer time, holdin' the nine, split the Vega in half Jeeps rumble and my dogs puff grass Bank stoppin', hide your rocks, hydraulic The kid with the most knowledge will obtain and touch top dollars Hold me down, hand me my cake Dust and bake, activate Fuck your corny debates I'm like cake, or maybe like ten thousand dollar rabbits The kid walked through, switch up his accent, now I'm from Paris Cash the bill, frozen elements in gold Signs from the most high causes me to break the mold How the fuck was y'all niggas thinkin'? You think I fell off the ledge? The legendary Ghost Deini might be dead? Never, impossible, pull out black burners like tonsils Two Galants, hittin' if we got to Bustin' at y'all niggas daily, wall to wall, hawkin' Suckin' your teeth 'cause God chain-talkin' Like Ghostface this, Ghostface that, Ghost sold crack Now his revelations spoken through rap Velour-ed down like the Sheikh of Iran Gasoline CREAM wrapped in hospital bands Model vans, Michael Davis, it's me against housing Extraordinary pro-black, sold God creations to control thousands Catch me at the flicks, Apollo rap Frederick Douglass You know what? Aiyo, fuck this! Aiyo, how can I move the crowd? First of all, ain't no mistakes allowed Here's the instructions, put it together It's simple, ain't it? Well, quite clever You might also like[Bridge: Ghostface Killah] Marvin, Marvin, you were a friend of mine You stood for somethin', ugh 2Pac, Biggie, ohhhh, how we miss you so We want y'all both to know We really love you sooo [Verse 2: Ghostface Killah] Aiyo, I'm Gucci down, Wally boots, Jamaican hat, long 4-pound Ask niggas how I get down Don't speak much, deluxe plush imaginations Hold a note like Willie Hutch You might've bumped into me on the Rikers bus Weed in my cheeks, gem in my beauty sleep sleeve Dead serious, knowledge by 2% triple geese Come on, we juggle mics Three Card Molly, amps advance to the final Show these niggas how the way we dance Hot night, Jamaica Came through in a booger green '68 Pacer Mad paper, high as a fuck, truck Two rappers got stuck that night, I ain't saying no names They know who, thank you for the chains Outdoor event, New Year's Eve, Cali weed 30 seconds 'til we tear and decease Quick, call my seeds, dipped in the crowd The ho spotted me, he knew not to call my name out He walked off softly, we exactly Formed like Christ and his disciples Black fatigues, lethal-faced doonie, he held the rifle We had the whole shit shook Your favorite rappers droppin' they drinks On the low, tuckin' they links, we made eighty off the books [Verse 3: Superb] One of the illest since Magic Johnson, no disrespect But metaphors'll keep me out the projects Rap connects'll keep me correct Aiyo, I wrote this on Donnie roof, after his funeral, on one knee Thinkin' his killer's followin' me So to my nigga Donnie, up there Can you please tell God that we fucked up here? You got beer, weed, guns, AIDS All these obstacles, it's hard to make it nowadays Why's the Devil winnin'? Some say it's our fault If that's the answer, you know smokin' cause cancer Let me drop a bracelet, leave a chain behind My tape stay at the beginnin' 'cause that's how they rewind Y'all know how we dine, we don't eat swine And we don't drink wine If you don't bring me some motherfuckin' cognac, I'll kill you! I can't feel you, ain't in my senses, and you ain't in my dollars I fuck with rottweilers, no leashes, no collars, brolic scholars That's Ghost Deini!!3

Hip-HopRap

Take ’Em To War

Lloyd Banks

[Verse 1: Lloyd Banks] Bury me with my enemies, dead and gone they remember me Wasn't me in the dirt nigga Power hold the show power in the P's Money bring fleas, and crack put prom queens on knees Genetics like the jeans on fiends - dirty I'm seven thirty and I feed off Queens - early I drive Bentleys and I speed off scenes - pearly Necklace all over your ex, your wife, your girly Life flies when it push it to the limit Fuck just getting by, that’s no way to live it What the fuck did you take me for? Try to take something you’ll be laying on the floor There's a lot less comrades breathing than before I lose a nigga every time I leave out on a tour They don’t even respect war Bullets squeezing out the four Heaven’s door got to be better than anything we've seen before [Chorus: Lloyd Banks] Fuck talking, let’s take 'em to war Drama after drama, stay laying on the floor What the fuck do you take me for? Eye for an eye, time to even out the score I’d rather be not here, than hungry I’m sick when I’m not near my money They want me to lose but I’ma win I made it there before and I'mma make it there again You might also like[Verse 2: Lloyd Banks] Bullshit kept to a minimum Come at me on subliminal, I'ma retaliate straight You need a M-F miracle A Saddam bomb lyrical, something chemical Hungry enough to scrape plates A sure shotter, and rule sour The mall's ours, the whores crowd us for twenty four hours Ignore cowards, stunting one of my super powers Stupid dollars, swagger and the coupe is stylin Used to violence, old beef new medallions You’ve been drowning, I'm flying en route to island G-Unit soldier in the front line of the new battalion The car is German, the paint's black, the shoes Italian I don’t cuddle or kiss French, shorty you whyling No need for a stylist, I'm already styling Profilin' jealousy and crowd pilin' Keep the neighborhood on edge, ain’t nobody smiling for [Chorus: Lloyd Banks] Fuck talking, let’s take 'em to war Drama after drama, stay laying on the floor What the fuck do you take me for? Eye for an eye, time to even out the score I’d rather be not here, than hungry I’m sick when I’m not near my money They want me to lose but I’ma win I made it there before and I'mma make it there again [Verse 3: Tony Yayo] Rainman, Hoffman 211 Range, bad bitch coughing Good weed expel out my lungs Re-up on a rizzy 'fore I’m done Cocaine pitching, Sandy Koufax Being broke at thirty give you the chills, Biggie wrote that Robin Leech tour, condo on the boardwalk 211 X Jaguar, make the girls talk Hermes stitch, five thousand on the blazer Disrespect the head turn a nigga chaser The difference between me and you is you Mel Gibson with your bitch, and I'm a pimp My Fonzarelli flow make the hoes drool Candy paint dripping off the old school So don't merge in my lane El Chapo of the game I built a tunnel for the cane [Chorus: Lloyd Banks] Fuck talking, let’s take 'em to war Drama after drama, stay laying on the floor What the fuck do you take me for? Eye for an eye, time to even out the score I’d rather be not here, than hungry I’m sick when I’m not near my money They want me to lose but I’ma win I made it there before and I'mma make it there again3

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Unexplainable

Lloyd Banks

[Chorus: Lloyd Banks] Here’s where I go in, back on the dough route More money to spend, watch how I show out Lamborghini doors out, that’d bring the hoes out Dollar signs brung in, that's what I know 'bout Neck, wrist froze out, top-fiver, no doubt Talk 'bout what you got now, old money don't count Back wit'cha cake out and quit runnin' your mouth It's somethin' flammable, my hunger is unexplainable [Verse 1: Lloyd Banks] Cool people, Knievel in my alter-ego Zero tolerance, we strapped wherever we go Wife repo, about a mil and a half, ki hole Bite marks from you slugs on tracks and kilos, three those Hold my P’s Q’s and my G hoes G-g-gee whiz, my rise like a superhero's Four-five ceelo, look how good I reload Right back at you bitch ass niggas, abide the G code Click-clack, deep hole, the industry Debo We built these niggas ground up, why would they figure we fold? Figure fours on the competition I Yoke 'Em, tell me you jokin' My flow is like the levees open Foreign trips, four to five zips, heavy smokin' Problem tips, forty-five clips, Chevy smokin' He put all he got into this, I bet he make it Ain't gotta give me shit, I'ma take it You might also like[Chorus: Lloyd Banks] Uh Here’s where I go in, back on the dough route More money to spend, watch how I show out Lamborghini doors out, that’d bring the hoes out Dollar signs brung in, that's what I know 'bout Neck, wrist froze out, top-fiver, no doubt Talk 'bout what you got now, old money don't count Back wit'cha cake out and quit runnin' your mouth It's somethin' flammable, my hunger is unexplainable [Verse 2: Styles P] Here's how I show out Even though I rap I'm with niggas that move the blow out Let him pull the dough out You can make it rain but I'd rather make it snow out Run up in your crib with the big four-four out Here's how I show out Watch when I show up gettin' chips off the strip with the piff and the blowup I'ma kill the block and then leave when it slow up Get your mind popped off for a sign that you throw up I just want a lamp to see the weed plants grow up Niggas get that money, legal or illegally Bullets put these niggas right where they need to be Bitches never leavin' me, Porsche pull off easily Back on the dough route, grams and the O's out Ki and the pound wrapped, nigga where your pound at? Top-five in the booth, top-five on the stoop You can fuck around and I'll pop five in your coupe [Chorus: Lloyd Banks] Uh Here’s where I go in, back on the dough route More money to spend, watch how I show out Lamborghini doors out, that’d bring the hoes out Dollar signs brung in, that's what I know 'bout Neck, wrist froze out, top-fiver, no doubt Talk 'bout what you got now, old money don't count Back wit'cha cake out and quit runnin' your mouth It's somethin' flammable, my hunger is unexplainable [Verse 3: Lloyd Banks] Ugh Gettin' money dances and twenty five chances My camp is crazy as the new Black Panthers Brush toward the canvas as I stroke my ego Rap Picasso with my eyes closed, a size that [?] with people Spark Cohibas while I snicker at the non-believers I break the heart in hoes, I gave my heart to sneakers I owe my life to Jesus, put my faith in God I got a thing for beaches, gettin' my favorite job Pain happens, young, scarred, that's what made us hard Money, drugs, guns ain't facade, shorty, play your part I'm part of the lucky to leave the park Livin' luxurious, lady layer that's my art [Chorus: Lloyd Banks] Uh Here’s where I go in, back on the dough route More money to spend, watch how I show out Lamborghini doors out, that’d bring the hoes out Dollar signs brung in, that's what I know 'bout Neck, wrist froze out, top-fiver, no doubt Talk 'bout what you got now, old money don't count Back wit'cha cake out and quit runnin' your mouth It's somethin' flammable, my hunger is unexplainable1

Hip-HopRap

Royalty

Gang Starr

[Intro: Greg Nice] "Gang Starr has gots to be the sure shot" "And it's like that" (Primo scratching) "Gang Starr has gots to be the sure shot" "And it's like dat" (Primo scratching) "Gang Starr has gots to be the sure shot" "And it's like that" (Primo scratching) "Gang Starr" "Represent" [Verse 1: Guru] One of the meanest and the cleanest And still I'm kind of fiendish when I'm at this Been doin' this for eons, peons best to catch this Vision of excellence precise rappin' ability 'Bout to make some dead presidents, mackin' a million, G The money though, it's got people acting funny yo As soon as some niggas get some light, they be like dummies yo Products and puppets and pawns, gettin' played out When authentic niggas step up, respect be layed out Major effect to your sector, I'm the corrector Live and direct, wavin' my mic like a sceptor Supreme exalted, universal leader Descendent of the kings and queens, the overseer The overlord, cream of the crop, crème de la crème Spent years building with cats in the streets so they my men Again, Gang Starr has done it Remember too much jewels back in the days? You'd have to run it Check it, the ground be hot under our feet So we be listenin' to beats to keep the cypher complete Whether you kids be holdin' on the block all day Or you be puffin' lye out in the back hallway Or whether you be in school or in the library Wherever you are, baby paw, realize that your essence Is divine, son, and let it shine, son, as we refine, son Ayo, this shit'll blow your mind, son, we're royalty You might also like[Hook: K-Ci and JoJo] Wherever I go, I want to take nothin' less than the best Whatever I choose, I choose to do I have to stand out from all the rest Whatever I do, wherever I go I want to take nothin' less than the best Whatever I choose, I choose to do I just wanna stand out from all the rest [Verse 2: Guru] And all the girls they want to spoil me My honey anoints me with oils, G After work she greets me and treats me like royalty Works with me, givin' herself by my side She don't sweat me for loot, my fame or my ride A lot of ladies out there be lookin' lovely But they don't got no control of their life, inside they're ugly Word to Bugsy, and to Red Alert Sway and Tech, and Funkmaster Flex to make your head jerk Chicks go beserk when they see us in the spot K-Ci, JoJo and Primo, creepin' to the top And to the sweethearts out there breakin' hearts While we're takin' part of this hip-hop art Listen yo, the best way, it ain't always the fast way And yes, the best way, it ain't always to act nasty I'll open up the door always before you pass me Baby Doll, because you're royalty [Hook: K-Ci and JoJo] Wherever I go, I want to take nothin' less than the best Whatever I choose, I choose to do I have to stand out from all the rest Whatever I do, wherever I go I want to take nothin' less than the best Whatever I choose, I choose to do I just wanna stand out from all the rest [Outro: Greg Nice] "Gang Starr has to gots to be the sure shot" "And it's like that" (Primo scratching) [K-Ci and JoJo freestyle singing] [Outro: DJ Premier] To whom it may concern This goes out to anybody who’s doing the bullshit, straight up Yo, everybody’s calling me, my lawyer, everybody on this, ‘yo did you scratch such n such name? Or this, that, and the third on the record for a hook?’ Y’all keep calling me on that shit and y’all supposed to be hip hoppers and all that, and letting the industry control the rules of the hip hop world that we made? Y’all need to knock that shit off, that’s some greedy-ass, fake bullshit! Knock that shit off for real! Y'know'm sayin'? And when that shit come and slap you in the face, that greed, I’ma be right there laughing at y’all... And one other thing... What’s the deal with you break-record cats putting out all the original records that we sample from and snitching by puttin us on the back of it sayin we used stuff? You *know* how that go! Stop doing that, y’all are violatin', straight up and down! Word up, man, I’m sick of this shit Y’all muthafuckas really don’t know what this hip hop is all about So while you keep on faking the funk, we gonna keep on walkin' through the darkness, carryin' our torches Underground will live forever, baby We just like roaches, never dyin', always livin'... And on that note, let's get back to the program...8

Hip-HopRap

Payback

Lloyd Banks

[Verse 1: Lloyd Banks] I made my flow up at the corner store Mad niggas rapping out here, I just want it more Turn the music down, you can hear my stomach roar Bagged a hundred bitches last year, just bagged a hundred more They hating but everything that goes comes back Sticky green fun pack, jewelry make me hump-back Back packers want that and they ain't bout the diamond shit Goon gone commercial, who the fuck you think you rhyming with I got the drama, kid, and my Obama whip Bitches running up on my stage, Lil Mama shit Ugh, lil' mama thick, and my time is slim Come bout thirty minutes after I put the condom in [Chorus: 50 Cent & Lloyd Banks] I'm getting to the dough, Louie on my foot Put the pedal to the floor, is all a nigga know Payback, don’t come around here disrespecting We dont take that, I’m on my letters every second And my hearts so cold, man I don't trust a soul It’s funny how the bullshit goes, you never know Payback, don’t come around here disrespecting We don't take that, I’m on my letters every second [Verse 2: Lloyd Banks] They crown me with the punch hat, who better? I hit red skins, smoke green, and spit blue pepper Benz blue leather, jet cool weather Cool meaning hot, so I don’t need the top Calm down, breath and stop Start and I’mma skip your pulse Miss my life’s the shit Calamari, shrimp, and boats C-notes, 5 Ferrari, different coast I’mma suits em up, well I probably ain't gotta lift my toes I shut my doors on ‘em like Jehova's witness I done made it to the top like I said, I told you bitches They don’t really want me they just want my riches So motherfuck them all: friends, cousins, and sisters You might also like[Chorus: 50 Cent & Lloyd Banks] I'm getting to the dough, Louie on my foot Put the pedal to the floor, is all a nigga know Payback, don’t come around here disrespecting We dont take that, I’m on my letters every second And my hearts so cold, man I don't trust a soul It’s funny how the bullshit goes, you never know Payback, don’t come around here disrespecting We don't take that, I’m on my letters every second [Verse 3: Lloyd Banks] I turn the club to TV, come dancing with the stars Then I’m in your ear, in her ear, amping a menage Nigga done made the money, but never knew how it felt In a hundred pair of pants, thats a hundred different belts Stress kills, chronic helps, pussy just for the moment Balling like a Hornet, see I get it, I want it Everybody knows, heat hurts you got to show me first Magician, but I can turn them to a Holy Ghost You can bring two, three, four of them, the war's won Tick tock boom, make ‘em all run, come on son Big talk's just talk, I let my money bark Put my Ferrari in park, give them a running start Go, cause I don’t feel a single drop of pressure No, eagle strap a foreign guap collector He better stop all the hate, he know my ends straight I clap your girl make the bed break, leak the sex tape [Chorus: 50 Cent & Lloyd Banks] I'm getting to the dough, Louie on my foot Put the pedal to the floor, is all a nigga know Payback, don’t come around here disrespecting We dont take that, I’m on my letters every second And my hearts so cold, man I don't trust a soul It’s funny how the bullshit goes, you never know Payback, don’t come around here disrespecting We don't take that, I’m on my letters every second2

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Home Sweet Home

Lloyd Banks

[Verse 1: Lloyd Banks] Yeah, twenty miles an hour in my long Bentley Shame on you hater, this what the Lord sent me Shit lately I’ve been practicing my gas face Cause that’s what I’ma give 'em when they land in last place Hand right by the hammer, ain't too many seein Santa So they wanna take my gifts, but I wrap em with the fif' My regular scent is piff, currency, and Cashmere You done drove your bitch away, I told her she can crash here Yeah I’m counting paper like the cashier Living like I’m limited, breathing like it’s my last air My boy in and out the box, super stupid soldier Told me if he could do it again he’d do it over Poverty’s king cobra, squeeze your life out Cause it's the fatalities and causalities I should write ’bout These rappers ain’t iced out, they just fooling niggas Running round town fakers, zirconian cubic niggas [Chorus: Lloyd Banks] Only money matters in the game, fuck the fame I gotta eat dollar signs, feed my hunger pain Music like heroin, leave you numb the same Play me like I’m something sweet, be apart of summer slaying Most hate it most doubt it, that's what they shouted I’m on top now, there’s nothing they can do about it Y'all better have y'all guns Cause walking where I’m from, there ain't no way around it Home sweet home You might also like[Verse 2: Pusha T] You motherfuckers can rap 'til you blue in the face You’ll probably turn into smurfs with the time that you waste Throughout history they thrown shots at the greats But I shoot back, the Lord ain't designed me for hate I’ve never understood Martin Luther with the speech With the whole world watching me, turn the other cheek? Never, so there’s one left to die in the streets Cause his long arms happen to connect with his reach Try to kill you then, them near misses was God’s kisses True Hollywood Story, ghetto Todd Bridges Diff'rent Strokes that nigga broke, this nigga rich You only read about the cars that I paddle shift You only dream about the hoes that I dabble with Balcony views like a postcard, imagine this White stones, black steel, cold chrome This city’s my doormat, bitch I'm home sweet home [Chorus: Lloyd Banks] Only money matters in the game, fuck the fame I gotta eat dollar signs, feed my hunger pain Music like heroin, leave you numb the same Play me like I’m something sweet, be apart of summer slaying Most hate it most doubt it, that's what they shouted I’m on top now, there’s nothing they can do about it Y'all better have y'all guns Cause walking where I’m from, there ain't no way around it Home sweet home [Verse 3: Lloyd Banks] Niggas see me where you see me, shit I'm always seen Off the Queens magazines, pissy hallway scenes Paying crowds, hunger screams, pressure crumbles teams Fuck being humble in the jungle where they fumble dreams Drugs for the living, Henny payment for the body Crosses for the power, ghetto bitches for the smiley Pitbull, I bit my way out the cage, whats happening? Competition got me on the Rampage, Jackson Part of my reaction to they corny ass raps Keep flirting with death and get your horny ass clapped Back for more me, rat tat, kiss the ring, beat respect out them Bloody heads, turn Timberlands to red bottoms Fifty bottles just a start now that's how you do it Carbon fiber through the Spyder playing rider music Ain't no question of my resume, I gotta prove it Life’s a bitch and I get blowjobs reclinin' through it [Chorus: Lloyd Banks] Only money matters in the game, fuck the fame I gotta eat dollar signs, feed my hunger pain Music like heroin, leave you numb the same Play me like I’m something sweet, be apart of summer slaying Most hate it most doubt it, that's what they shouted I’m on top now, there’s nothing they can do about it Y'all better have y'all guns Cause walking where I’m from, there ain't no way around it Home sweet home1

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So Forgetful

Lloyd Banks

[Verse 1: Lloyd Banks] Boy wonder, one summer I was stunting Winter falls when I cake more, bag models and crush ‘em I ain't never been a cuffa, my lifestyle is custom Chromy Cartier Carrot glare keep me hustling My lamborghini sunk in, dimes humpin in tight bikinis come when I’m out here doing something I know it’s something for me, do you think its you? Problem is I’m thinking her too, and your crew A girl smooth, got a body like a spur do And I wanna cruise, hit gears to make your soul move I’m so cool, ice grills for my cold jewels Make my own rules, baby I’ma finna rap in old school She asked why should she, you think you special? Hell fucking yeah, now come here, let me bless you Hit yeah, no air hit you in the pretzel And I don’t remember how I met you, so forgetful [Chorus: Ryan Leslie] I deal with a lot of pretty girls So forgive me if I don’t remember you Yea, so forgive me girl I’m so forgetful And there’s too many New York City girls So forgive me if I don’t remember you If I don’t remember you [Verse 2: Lloyd Banks] Wet spots on the mattress as champagne splashes Designer glasses, a couple backstage passes and they fine ass's Damn how did y'all get here? How are you getting home? ’Cause a nigga gone Get dressed quick grab her ass grab my phone Walking out alone, smelling like chronic bag cologne Driving home still drunk hope they don’t pull me Cause I’m riding with the bully and it's loaded fully, feel me? Game tight girl I ain’t a rookie, hear me? I love the chips, treat 'em like my family And we got a thing for the light, ball out, fall out Do the same thing tonight, flash backs to ass claps It’s going down long as she black jack Weed up just to help me to snap back The last text I got says "I missed you" I must of missed something, so forgetful You might also like[Chorus: Ryan Leslie] I deal with a lot of pretty girls So forgive me if I don’t remember you Yea, so forgive me girl I’m so forgetful And there’s too many New York City girls So forgive me if I don’t remember you If I don’t remember you [Verse 3: Ryan Leslie] Flights in planes, overseas, don't be mad, you know my steez All at once I'll be gone, if you miss me, play this song I'll do me, you do you It was good girl, but we through for now So I bet you I'll forget you [Chorus: Ryan Leslie] I deal with a lot of pretty girls So forgive me if I don’t remember you Yea, so forgive me girl I’m so forgetful And there’s too many New York City girls So forgive me if I don’t remember you If I don’t remember you1

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Father Time

Lloyd Banks

[Hook] Yeah they see me moving They gonna need to stop, drop Off the face of Earth but, I'mma make it pop, hot These niggas are not, now Watch me take my spot Got money got power and respect baby I just hope times on my side I've been trying all my life Every block someones dying Always high, here's our life, come inside [Verse 1] Energy's my ammunition, like AK shells So think about that when you plan on dissing, go straight to hell Bred to be balling since a baby kicking I had the smell, brand new money ladies sniffing, they take a L I take a shit on rappers all it's worth Can't die over, must conquer the world first Like a monster to media on my beautiful girls search High and low I am no thing you tamper with Made the plan you should cancel it, make examples I trample shit Drop your hair I am cancerous, answer this, who can handle this? Scandalous, I dismantle these ants and piss on a trucer You think I seen the future, how I wham, quick recouper Fire hand, wham turn a brand new man, big producer Gift from heaven, living legend and I come from Queens Robbing leggin' 3-5-7 in my fucking jeans Suffering and fucked up schemes Twin Bentleys matching beamers on a couple beams Try my sentencing You might also like[Hook] [Verse 2] Murdered half of y'all on my mixtapes Come wrapped up in my wrath Now I'm laughing look at your rib cage Your ass been in a slump Cum blasting all in your bitch face Success is what they want Tongue lashing will get your shit sprayed Have it how you want, blood bath I'm a sharpened switchblade You'll be smiling for life Love flashing I got the shit made Forget where I'm at, now I passed 'em around the sixth grade Passion for my profession outlast anyone you could name Hood fame got me riding in wood grain Look lame, Staten, Harlem to Brooklyn They know I'm cooked 'caine took aim rappin would bang I could change, but this sport ain't a good game I'm strapping sir, back seat in the passenger, semi-auto massacre Shopping while I laugh at you, rappers feed my appetite Metaphors will tackle you, these niggas ain't half as nice Playboy in my afterlife, real nigga with cash and ice Drop the bread pass the dice, hope I crack twice [Hook]2

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U Got It Bad

Usher

[Intro] Ooh-oh No, no, no, no No, no, no, no, no, no, no No-ooh [Verse 1] When you feel it in your body, you found somebody who Makes you change your ways like hanging with your crew Said you act like you ready, but you don't really know And everything in your past, you wanna let it go [Pre-Chorus] I've been there, done it, humped around, ha After all that, this is what I found Nobody wants to be alone If you're touched by the words in this song Then maybe... [Chorus] (You) You got it, you got it bad When you're on the phone (Oh yeah), hang up and you call right back (Oh you) You got it, you got it bad If you miss a day without your friend, your whole life's off-track Know you got it bad when you're stuck in the house You don't wanna have fun, it's all you think about You got it bad when you're out with someone But you keep on thinking 'bout somebody else You got it bad See Usher LiveGet tickets as low as $188You might also like[Verse 2] When you say that you love 'em and you really know Everything that used to matter don't matter no more Like my money, all my cars (You can have it all and) Flowers, cards and candy (I do it just 'cause I'm) Said I'm fortunate to have you, girl I want you to know, I really adore you All my people who know what's going on Look at your mate, help me sing my song Tell her, "I'm your man, you're my girl I'm gonna tell it to the whole wide world" Ladies, say, "I'm your girl, you're my man Promise to love you the best I can" [Pre-Chorus] See, I've been there, done it, humped around After all that, this is what I found Everyone of y'all are just like me It's too bad that you can't see That you got it bad [Chorus] You got it, you got it bad (Hey, hey, no, no) When you're on the phone, hang up and you call right back You got it, ha, you got it bad If you miss a day without your friend, your whole life's off track (Yeah) Know you got it bad when you're stuck in the house (Oh, you're stuck) You don't wanna have fun, it's all you think about (Look at yourself) You got it bad when you're out with someone But you keep on thinking 'bout somebody else (Somebody) You got it bad [Electric Guitar Solo] [Chorus] You got it, you got it bad When you're on the phone, hang up and you call right back You got it, you got it bad If you miss a day without your friend, your whole life's off track Know you got it bad when you're stuck in the house You don't wanna have fun, it's all you think about You got it bad when you're out with someone But you keep on thinking 'bout somebody else31

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On The Double

Lloyd Banks

[Hook] I'ma need a double, bring it on the double A bottle each hand, I'm the fucking man Cars double, broads double And I don't have a girl, so I can't get in trouble See I can do what, I can do whatever I want Drink 'til I'm drunk and smoke my blunt My baby outside you should hear my trunk They gon' talk about this stunt all month [Verse 1] Don't nobody see y'all because we are the best The mighty mighty Unit, blue fitted, blue vest Watch me get 'em, who's next? Who wanna be the one? I'm shining royal diamonds in the nightclub with my gun Back to the money twenty four hours committed And I'm strapped like The Mummy, you a dummy you can get it You ain't getting nothing from me, better get it how you live it All my days is sunny, I stay out where you visit Rich nigga I ain't had to think all day Cash made, Rosé, in my mink all day I own VIP, have a drink on me Girl we run this city that's how shit gon' be [Hook] I'ma need a double, bring it on the double A bottle each hand, I'm the fucking man Cars double, broads double And I don't have a girl, so I can't get in trouble See I can do what, I can do whatever I want Drink 'til I'm drunk and smoke my blunt My baby outside you should hear my trunk They gon' talk about this stunt all month You might also like[Verse 2] Shorty say I talk a lot of shit I told her "Fuck talking, I can back it up quick" She seen as I'm sitting in two hundred thousand whip And I ain't never seen a vagina I couldn't hit I roll up like a Marley in my brand new Klum Kardi's Lamborghini, Ferrari, when I pull up at the party She ain't usually snotty, now she showing off her body Flaunting them while she walking and claim that's she's riding shotty Moet, Henny, Bacardi, have ya chasin' everybody Outside million four-wheeled Ducati G's, check! Bentley! Jet! Sour on deck! Frizzy! Neck, baby!!! [Hook] I'ma need a double, bring it on the double A bottle each hand, I'm the fucking man Cars double, broads double And I don't have a girl, so I can't get in trouble See I can do what, I can do whatever I want Drink 'til I'm drunk and smoke my blunt My baby outside you should hear my trunk They gon' talk about this stunt all month [Outro] I can do what, I can do whatever I want I can do what, I can do whatever I want I'ma need a double, bring it on the double I'ma need a double, bring it on the double Cars double, broads double

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Any Girl

Lloyd Banks

[Intro: Lloyd Banks] [Banks:] Uh uh uh, turn me up [Lloyd:] Wuddup Lloyd? [Banks:] Ah ah ah? [Lloyd:] Hahaha [Banks:] Yeh! Yeh! Yeh! [Lloyd:] Long time in the making huh?? [Banks:] I, I got em like! Like! Like! [Verse 1: Lloyd Banks] L - Banks baby balla’ of the year Got about nine, ten dimes, and all of ‘em ‘iz here It don’t matter, cuz before the night is done I disappear Tell my new one I’m leavin outta’ the side Meet me there Yeah Weed and bottles everywhere Metal fulla’ hollows I don’t mind a petty stare I don’t need a favor Baby, I’m a millionaire Got a show hopping out of the lair in Tanzania You ain’t gettin’ nuthin’ You ain’t gettin’money Money make a mack more More Henney more honeys Hunned’ dolla’ billz, fifty dolla’ billz, keep the 20’s Dummy, I’ma’ go-getta’, bitter, old ni$$a, spitter Gold-digger, couldn’t dig ya’self a chip Dig ya’self a hole, told ‘em I was cold from the rip Zero zero man, need more of those in my shi! Hoes in my whip, Mo’(et) till I’m sick I’m rich! You might also like[Chorus: Lloyd] & (Lloyd Banks) Ladies, they love me They’ eyes are on my money They pay me and I stunt And I can have any girl I want I got ‘em like! Go shawty go shawty go Go shawty go shawty go I, I got ‘em like! Go shawty go shawty go Go, go, go, go! [Verse Two: Lloyd Banks] & (Lloyd) Uh Black Beamer, blue Benz, red Bentley Audemar's sporter y'all All of y'all petty Heavy metal hangin’ Chain danglin’ on me while I’m boppin’ I can, see the whole crowd watchin’ while we rockin’ Coppin’, bottle-poppin’ Pop a cork like a sport Hit a hater in the nose when I open my rosé “LV”s and “G”’s all over my clothes Bank rolls everywhere Banks goes She ain’t yours As far as flows, mine’s like an automatic Mack 11 or dumb dumb’ll quiet all the static I gotta’ habit I’m fuckin’ like an addict Area code scattered from the way I work magic So tragic Nigga run up on me wrong Grown ass whippin bout 2:30 in the morn' Cases of white brown and bottles of the Don The chrome, chron', and girls on my arm It's on! [Chorus: Lloyd] & (Lloyd Banks) Ladies, they love me They’ eyes are on my money They pay me and I stunt And I can have any girl I want I got ‘em like! Go shawty go shawty go Go shawty go shawty go I, I got ‘em like! Go shawty go shawty go Go, go, go, go! [Bridge: Lloyd] Go shawty Lemme’ see you go shawty Show me all the things you do wit’ yo’ body Baby this is yo’ party Come and get this dough from me Shawty! [Chorus: Lloyd] & (Lloyd Banks) Ladies, they love me They’ eyes are on my money They pay me and I stunt And I can have any girl I want I got ‘em like! Go shawty go shawty go Go shawty go shawty go I, I got ‘em like! Go shawty go shawty go Go, go, go, go! [Outro: Lloyd Banks] Shawty got a thang for me She wanna’ put that thang on me Show me what you got girl Dough, I got a lot girl Shawty won’t you go? Go oh ohhhh Shawty goo ohh ohhh Goo oohhh yeh yehhh!2

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I Don’t Deserve You

Lloyd Banks

[Intro: Jeremih] Oh, yeah Oh, yeah Oh, yeah Ooh [Chorus: Jeremih] I think I love you But don't let me get in the way (Get in the way) Don't let me stop you girl From doing your thing (Doing your thing) 'Cause I don't deserve you, no I don't want to hurt you Play with your mind Have you running in circles, yeah Don't let me get in your way (Get in your way) [Verse 1: Lloyd Banks] It ain't even the puss' I got your mind It's usually a one way thing but baby girl got mine Perfection is the formula when me and her combine Like candy to the corn and yeah you're finger-licking fine In due time I'm sure that I can please you, squeeze you, weak knees you Need you like you need me, and don't mislead you Love's free but treat it wrong and pay the price Get down on one knee, that bitch gon' leave with half your life Man believe me, I ain't gon' feed you bad advice Look it's easy, so don't forget to strap up tight Ride, I'd be selfish if I kept you so (So) I love you enough to let you go (Go) Cause on the other hand I couldn't take it if I Put all I got in you and someone got you naked You work hard for money but it's harder when you make it These chicks coming fast, here's your heart before I break it; take it You might also like[Chorus: Jeremih] I think I love you Don't let me get in the way (Get in the way) Don't let me stop you girl From doing your thing (Doing your thing) 'Cause I don't deserve you, no I don't want to hurt you Play with your mind Have you running in circles Don't let me get in your way (Get in your way) [Verse 2: Lloyd Banks] What type of nigga would I be to hold you up? You need someone to hold you down And recognize your life's fucked up I got to shake you out my system 'Cause with the fucking and kissing And all your emotions mixed in puts me in a tough position Baby, what am I supposed to do? I can't control my actions when I'm close to you We been away too long girl we're overdue I guess the cake ain't enough you want to eat it too See me and you have a magnet in between that keeps pulling me closer I'm like an addict for your scream, your fully loaded toast Automatic with the beam, the baddest on the coast I got to have you like the green, your swag is more than most I got a sex drive that won't allow me to lax Bring on the next five, look how they grind on my lap Booty, breast, thighs keep your boy relaxed in back And you deserve way more than that, I'll just fall back [Chorus: Jeremih] I think I love you Don't let me get in the way (Get in the way) Don't let me stop you girl From doing your thing (Doing your thing) 'Cause I don't deserve you, no, no I don't want to hurt you Play with your mind (Play with your mind) Have you running in circles Don't let me get in your way (Get in your way) [Outro: Jeremih] I've been thinking a long time And wishing you were just all mine So maybe this is the wrong time That I deserve it, I don't deserve it I've been thinking a long time And wishing you were just all mine So maybe this is the wrong time That I deserve it, I don't deserve it, no I don't deserve it, I don't deserve it I don't deserve it, I don't deserve it I don't deserve it, I don't deserve it I don't deserve it, I don't deserve it5

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You Can’t Stop Us Now

Nas

[Verse 1: Nas] From Willie Lynch to Willie Hutch, right on, we Superfly Made Gucci the shit, Louie too, suits and ties Player trophies, pray to Goldie Picture wax museums full of Black Panth's and triple OGs Aunt Jemina hoes, historic horse shit Girls from long time ago, stagecoach with the horse, kid Witchdoctors, good ol' pickpockets Sip moonshine, so-called coons, shines, and darkies I love y'all, pyramids to cotton fields To Wrigley Fields, forgotten men who did get killed Crispus Attucks, the first blasted Peace to the rich lady purse snatcher shot in the back I know your hunger kid, I know they hung your dad Burnt ya mama crib, I know that hurt you bad Minstrel shows, from gold to shackles and back to gold We act like we home, matter of fact, we are home Bad attitudes, octoroon skin tones Slave food turned to soul food, collards to neck bones Betsy Ross sewed the first American flag Bet she had a nigga with her to help her old ass! [Interlude: Eban Thomas] As James Baldwin says: "You can only be destroyed by believing that you really are What the white world considers - a nigga" You might also like[Chorus: The Last Poets] Ohh, no matter how hard you try You can't stop us now (oh, no matter) No matter how, hard you try You can't stop us now (no) [Verse 2: Nas] Can't be stopped Yo, on Dateline, the other night they showed hate crimes Gave a blood time cause he fought with his canine Beastiality, humane society Go to China, see how they dine, see what they eat Better yet, ask PETA, whoever, which animal makes suede? If not for suede, would you have survived the Dark Ages? Cannibal ways of the ancient Caucasians Stare you like you're steak tartar, pinot noir David Star on the chain of Sammy Davis He helped pave the way for Southern crankers and them Harlem shakers Now we gettin' our papers, they try to censor the words And stop our money comin' but you can't escape us - haters [Chorus: The Last Poets] Ohh, no matter how hard you try You can't stop us now (oh, no matter) No matter how hard you try You can't stop us now (no) You can't stop us now2

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Sooner Or Later (Die 1 Day)

Lloyd Banks

[Intro: Lloyd Banks] I know that sooner or later I'm going, to meet my maker [Verse 1: Lloyd Banks] I never thought in the beginning I would see his fall in the end Pay a man to paint pictures on the wall of my friends 1990s sins it was all for tha ends Ends for the rims, rims for the Benz, Benz full of skins 'Fore you talk about money, make a mil first You don't dig me, sig me, either kill me or get killed worse Your song's in need of a real verse Son of the man, God feel me like he feel church And right after speech time, it's sparking the street crime Niggas throwing anything at you, except a peace sign Live by the gun, die by the gun 'Til my time come, I'mma spend time with your son I can just see them sad when they remind you of them Them would've did the same thing, We're confined to the slum and those that don't adapt are either blind, deaf or dumb Spine of a squirrel, mind of a girl set to run [Chorus: Lloyd Banks] Why run nigga? It's gon' come nigga But 'til the day it does I'ma hold my shit down, take it in blood Outsiders get no love You might also like[Verse 2: Raekwon] Fishin' in a swamp in a desert, Lizard sweater Half a billy in fives, 2 macs in da ride They call him Coke-Komo, Co-signed by kings in the rich homo Made me 3 mil in a month, Pockets mumped Ferrari still by tha projects buildin', real dot tech ill They dumb out wit uzi’s and wheels yo Steak’ll take meetings, beefin' too much dough — the legion Bat in my hand — the sweet eastern Losing money fellas, we won’t have that, better grab that Or don’t come back, or get clapped at Me and my vixens in tha kitchen One sucking dick — I paid to her ass shots and sent to the Brinxton Dons eating calamari, coke in a lawry’s jar Never broke, hardly rob, eat with the godly’s god Get wit the gods or get wit the mob From Shaolin to Queens, we wild wit the beams [Chorus: Lloyd Banks] Why run nigga? It's gon' come nigga But 'til the day it does I'ma hold my shit down, take it in blood Outsiders get no love [Verse 3: Lloyd Banks] Don't blame me, blame Southside That's what made me ma, crazy high But I’ll spot a traitor out my lazy eye, ladies spy I’m the one you wanna have that baby by — Maybe I'm Better of alone, Keeps me in my zone Nights roam, white patron, GT in my chrome Alien phone home, ET in my throne I achieved what they wanted, ease into they stomach When you broke time slow, but ya weeks are numbered And bad news keeps you weak and numb Like when i lost my old man, Damn near threw up the whole weekend son I shoulda listened, friends turned foe, was told so The fo' fo' make a nigga run like Ocho - cinco In my mink ho I'm a protege of pimpin' Livin' for the sippin', now that they rolled away to Clinton Marijuana shippin' Champagne lobster shrimpin' Game trained not to listen, maintain pop the clip in [Chorus: Lloyd Banks] Why run nigga? It's gon' come nigga But 'til the day it does I'ma hold my shit down, take it in blood Outsiders get no love3

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Lil’ Ghetto Boy

Dr. Dre

[Intro] —so, all of you Africans All of you Africans that know how to do things that's working for other people Y'all need to open your own business Save your money, quit paying motherfuckers for jheri curls Quit paying motherfuckers for perms Save your money, start your own business So all these little Africans will have wa— places to work This is our future right here! This our future right here! (Right there) This— (The new generation is goin'! The new generation!) Hey, I'ma tell you right now If— If— If I have to die today, for this little African right here to have a future, I'm a dead motherfucker! (You right! Respect!) [Verse 1: Snoop Dogg] Wake up, jumped out my bed I'm in a two man cell with my homie Lil 1/2 Dead Murder was the case that they gave me Dear God, I wonder, can you save me? I'm only eighteen, so I'm a young buck It's a riot, if I don't scrap, I'm getting stuck But that's the life of a G, I guess Eses way deep, shanked two in the chest Best run 'cause brothers is dropping quicker Uh, too late, damn, down goes another nigga Bouncing off the walls, throwing them dogs Getting that rep as a young hog It ain't nothing like the street life You better be strapped with your shank, 'cause ain't no fist fight So I guess I gots to handle mine Since I did the crime, I gots to do my time You might also like[Chorus: Daz Dillinger & Donny Hathaway] Them say me grow up to be nothing Look at me now and tell me what you see I am what I am, it's only me Little ghetto boy Playing in the ghetto street Whatcha gonna do when you grow up And have to face responsibility? [Verse 2: Dr. Dre] Now I'm holding a dub, sitting on swoll 27 years old, up for parole, stroll I'm back up on my feet with my mind on the money That I'll be making soon as I touch the streets Things done changed on this side Remember they used to thump, but now they blast, right But it ain't no thang to me 'Cause now I'm what they call a loced-assed OG The little homies from the hood with grip Are the ones I get with 'cause I'm down to set trip Nigga, I'm bigger than you, so what you wanna do? Didn't know he had a twenty-two Straight sitting behind his back I grabbed his pockets and then I heard six caps I fell to the ground with blood on my hands I didn't understand How a nigga so young could bust a cap I used to be the same way back I guess that's what I get (For what?) For trying to jack the little homies for they grip [Chorus: Daz Dillinger & Donny Hathaway] Me learn many things from what me see from the street The outcome of what I've come to be Little ghetto boy Playing in the ghetto street Whatcha gonna do when you grow up And have to face responsibility? [Verse 3: Snoop Dogg] Something for the real OGs to get with Some facts, made our made, now you runnin' but don't play Like every single day, really, though You know me, I'm the smooth macadamien, gaming them for my homie No needing being calm if you pack right And earning just enough to keep your sack right Late nights, I wonder what they getting for? Early morning on the corners, what they hitting for? Seven young G's put they serve down In a G ride, east side's where they swerve now Not thinking about what's really going on Got crept on, stepped on, now they gone I spent four years in the county with nothing but convicts around me But now I'm back at the Pound And we expose ways for the youth to survive Some think it's wrong but we tend to think it's right So make all them ends you can make 'Cause when you're broke, you break, check it out So ain't no need for your mama to trip 'Cause you's a hustlin'-ass youngsta, clocking your grip [Chorus: Daz Dillinger & Donny Hathaway] Now me finally grown as you can see, still an OG For life and always remain to be A little ghetto boy Playing in the ghetto street Whatcha gonna do when you grow up And have to face responsibility?19

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I Need a Girl (Pt. 2)

Diddy

[Intro: Diddy, Ginuwine & Mario Winans] Yeah, is that bounce right here Time to move on, time to be strong Don't stop now, straight to the top now Someone who truly understands How to treat a man This is what I need [Verse 1: Diddy & Ginuwine] Girl, you made me believe again If you happy, then be with him Go 'head, mami, breathe again, go 'head, mami, breathe again Don't stop now straight to the top now Go 'head, mami, make it hot now I need me a love that's gon' make my heart stop now And what I need is simple, five foot five with dimples Potential wife credentials Know about the life I'm into, life I been through And how I had a triflin' mental So ride with me, G Force, fly with me Times get hard, cry with me, die with me White beach sands, lie with me My advice is forget the limelight Let's make love, while we listen to Frank White (This is what I need) So tight, now I understand life You might also like[Chorus: Ginuwine with Mario Winans, & P. Diddy] What I need (Yeah, take that), oh, baby Is a pretty woman next to me (A pretty woman, yeah, baby) To share the dreams that I believe (Dream with me, believe in me) Maybe we could start a family (Start a family, baby) Someone who truly understands, how to treat a man This is what I need [Verse 2: Loon with Mario Winans & Diddy] Listen to me now, what should I say now? Come on, ma Been a whole day, now I wanna lay 'round And sip coladas, dipped in Prada I'm smooth as Erik Estrada, dipped in dollars We out in Vegas Nevada, bubble bath in the champagne glass 'Bout the size of a campaign ad You don't know how you look to me But if love was a crime, you'd be a crook to me 'Cause mami, I done been around the world Seen a lot of places Been around your girl, believe I read faces I can tell she don't want me to prevail But I learn my lesson watchin' Sean stressin' So why listen to her and start guessin'? Mami, you ain't ready to ride then start dressin' I need a girl to receive my mom's blessin' Confession, my love no contestin' I need affection Yes, I need affection, let's go Mario [Bridge: Mario Winans] Girl, what the hell is on your mind? I could be dumb but I'm not blind There's something leakin' in your mind Don't look too good for you and me Always getting weak That ain't what I need, baby [Chorus: Mario Winans with Ginuwine] Is a pretty woman next to me (Oh, please, baby) To share the dreams that I believe (I need a girl in my life) Maybe we could start a family (Start a family baby) Someone who truly understands How to treat a man (How to treat a man) This is what I need [Verse 3: Diddy] Ayo, the sun don't shine forever But as long as we're here, then we might as well shine together Never mind the weather, go somewhere and get our minds together Build a love that'll last forever So let's stop the pain, stop the rain Put stress to rest girl, stop the games Name the spot, mami, I got the plane Roll through rough, I got the Range Ma, I got some thangs, known to put rocks in rings Pushing hundred-foot yachts and thangs Your man don't play, have you ever been to Saint-Tropez Or seen a brotha play a Mandolay? Girl, I wanna just look in your eyes and watch the sunrise No more lies, no more tears to cry No more reasons for leavin', you, I believe in Love you 'til the day I stop breathing I love you, girl [Outro: Mario Winans & Ginuwine] This is what I need Is a pretty woman next to me A pretty woman next to me To share the dreams that I believe When I wake up in the morning Maybe we could start a family I wanna see your pretty face Someone who truly understands, how to treat a man Oh yeah, oh yeah This is what I need Is a pretty woman next to me To share the dreams that I believe Someone who truly understands, how to treat a man This is what I need baby Is a pretty woman next to me Standing next to me To share the dreams that I believe When I wake up in the morning Maybe we could start a family I wanna see your pretty face, baby Someone who truly understands, how to treat a man Oh yeah, oh yeah This is what I need Is a pretty woman next to me13

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Never Forget You

Lupe Fiasco

[Hook: John Legend] Take me to that old familiar place Take me to memories we won’t erase Take me to all that we had Good and the bad I’ll never forget you I’ll never let you go I’ll never forget you I’ll always remember, I hope you know [Verse 1: Lupe Fiasco] Let the record reflect the records we set Best foot forward with every step And let’s push towards it, never regress And let’s remember, if ever we get Down, the places that we came from ’round And all the good times on the bad side of town The upside of bad, flip it upside down Came from the bottom but we up high now Believe, and from this view we achieved We looked back at the rules we received And how we broke those, dismantled and rewrote those And the ghost still alive in the photos Sounds of the summer, day and go wise Cold wind blowin’ through a city on fire Moments of the past, came here to find you Not to relive them, just to remind you You might also like[Hook: John Legend] Take me to that old familiar place Take me to memories we won’t erase Take me to all that we had Good and the bad I’ll never forget you I’ll never let you go I’ll never forget you I’ll always remember, I hope you know [Verse 2: Lupe Fiasco] And let the evidence show, the future’s so bright It’s never been more, not like tonight We walk into the glow, right into the light The past all around us, the time of our life The first love kisses, the broke heart disses This is just like a first-class ticket Back, to the first written rap The crumbled-up paper and the pen with no cap The hand-me-down clothes and the unturned hat The hookers on the corner and the kids sellin’ crack The needles in the yard where we used to play catch Stories from the project we could never go at Or to, these are shades of my youth Trials of a child, everything truth Moments of the past, comin’ back to find us Not to relive them, just to remind us [Hook: John Legend] Take me to that old familiar place Take me to memories we won’t erase Take me to all that we had Good and the bad I’ll never forget you I’ll never let you go I’ll never forget you I’ll always remember, I hope you know [Verse 3: Lupe Fiasco] Everything cherished, remembered in my heart So you will never perish, you will never part I tell ‘em all about you, drummin’ in the park We put you in the ground, but I see you in the stars Go’n, take a bow, a round of applause The best dad ever, always ready we are Love always shines, that’s how I’ll find you In case you forgot, I hope this reminds you [Hook: John Legend] Take me to that old familiar place Take me to memories we won’t erase Take me to all that we had Good and the bad I’ll never forget you I’ll never let you go I’ll never forget you I’ll always remember, I hope you know Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah...10

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Much More

Lupe Fiasco

[Verse 1] I gave you honesty on my first joint And y'all all came out I showed you what change 'bout Unroll your blunts, pour your champagne out Dullers of the pain, so you can plainly see The black man pain I campaign 'bout God willing 'fore I wane, I take a champion route Before I throw a bout: I'll walk out the game While my fans in the stands is chanting my name out, Lupe Uh, and it's going to be PPV, won't be back for free Gone need scratch to see me rematch with me My greatest enemy, is my inner me So I take this urge and give you Revenge of the Nerd: Fahrenheit 1-15, uh Yeah, and you know I fight the feeling Box so I can shop, sometime it doesn't register So I return to the ring, like Return of the King With the habit of a hobbit it makes it hard to drop it I'm a klepto stealing And it gets the best Just when I guess that I left those leanings I be back on post in a trench coat scheming [Chorus] Much is more what we got in store Just believe me, (than they can ever see) Much more than they can see Is how it'll always be, believe me You might also like[Verse 2] Uh, yeah, uh So I get back into my stance, revert to my dance With a shirt full of pants And my accomplice got a purse full of pants A pocket full of purses, with no intent to purchase in the plans And we rehearsed it 'til it's perfect Just to dodge the searchers of the man Just to surface outside, then return of all the merch to stay In the service of the perfect understand, uh, yeah And I boost myself So from the coal car to the caboose I'm felt From the rear to the engineer From the L to the Underground Railroad From the redline to the TGV A champion fighter for whom the bell tolls, L-U-P Little engine from the hood, the hustler in me Known to hit the track like John Henry Just give me my glasses My eight ounce Everlastes' and a Michael Buffer entry Shoplifter, tag switcher That's me, nigga I'm back with ya, uh [Interlude] Championship is here, yeah F&F is here 1st & 15 is here Madison street, we back in here Chi-town is here Lupe Fiasco Fahrenheit 1/15 Revenge of the Nerds Part II Can we bring the hook back Bring my girl Yummy back Know what I'm saying, let 'em know that we still rolling Know what I'm talking 'bout [Chorus]5

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I’m a Slave 4 U

Britney Spears

[Intro] I know I may be young, but I’ve got feelings too And I need to do what I feel like doing So let me go and just listen [Verse 1] All you people look at me like I’m a little girl Well, did you ever think it'd be okay for me to step into this world? Always saying, "Little girl, don’t step into the club" Well, I’m just tryna find out why, 'cause dancing’s what I love, yeah (Now watch me) [B-Section] Get it, get it, get it, get it, oh Get it, get it, get it, get it, whoa (Do you like it?) Get it, get it, get it, get it, oh (This feels good) [Verse 2] I know I may come off quiet, I may come off shy But I feel like talking, feel like dancing when I see this guy What’s practical? What's logical? What the hell, who cares? All I know is I’m so happy when you’re dancing there [Chorus] I’m a slave for you I cannot hold it, I cannot control it I’m a slave for you I won’t deny it, I’m not tryna hide it You might also like[Refrain] Baby, don’t you wanna dance up on me? (I just wanna dance next to you) To another time and place Oh, baby, don’t you wanna dance up on me? (Are you ready?) Leaving behind my name and age (Let's go) [Break] Like that You like it? Yeah Now watch me [B-Section] Get it, get it, get it, get it, oh Get it, get it, get it, get it, whoa (Do you like it?) Get it, get it, get it, get it, oh (This feels good) [Bridge] I really wanna dance tonight with you (I just can’t help myself) I really wanna do what you want me to (I just feel I let myself go) I really wanna dance tonight with you (I wanna see you move) I really wanna do what you want me to (Uh, uh, uh) [Refrain] Baby, don’t you wanna dance up on me? (I just wanna dance next to you) To another time and place Oh, baby, don’t you wanna dance up on me? (Are you ready?) Leaving behind my name and age [Chorus] I’m a slave for you (Like that) I cannot hold it, I cannot control it I’m a slave for you (It just feels right, it just feels good) I won’t deny it, I’m not tryna hide it, baby [B-Section] Get it, get it, get it, get it, oh Get it, get it, get it, get it, whoa Get it, get it, get it, get it, oh (It's just you and me) Get it, get it, get it, get it, oh Get it, get it, get it, get it, whoa Get it, get it, get it, get it, oh [Chorus] I’m a slave for you (Here we go now) I cannot hold it, I cannot control it I’m a slave for you (Here we go) I won’t deny it, I’m not tryna hide it (Yeah, yeah, yeah) [Outro] Like that13

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Cadillac on 22's

David Banner

[Intro] It's gon be aight though This one's for you, yeah Cadillac's on 22s Pimp my voice and mack these beats Pray to the to the Lord for these Mississippi streets [Refrain x2] Cadillac's on 22s I ain't did nothing in my life but stayed true Pimp my voice and mack these beats Pray to the Lord for these Mississippi streets [Verse 1] God I know that we pimp, God I know that we wrong God I know I should talk about more in all my songs I know these kids are listening, I know I'm here for a mission But it's so hard to get em when 22" rims are glistening I know these walls are talking, Lord I want to do right I tried to fight but these demons they come to me at night Like my Momma, my Daddy, my girl and all my boys I lost Michelle but I guess I still got Dwayne and Roy My cousin Sweets, Mama Lena and Jason Lord I'm praying for SWAC, my heart is steady pacing Keep him off them drugs, far away from thugs He's still my hero but just a shell, man of what he was Yeah smoke and get a buzz, but God I hear you calling And shit wrong with balling, but my soul is just steady falling In to sex and the debt, into an Earthly jail God I'm stacking my mail but will I end up in hell You might also like[Refrain] [Verse 2] Lord they hung Andre Jones Lord they hung Raynard Johnson Lord I want to fight back but I'm just so sick of bouncing Lord I'm sick of jumping, Lord please just tell me something My folks still dumping my music bumping but I feel nothing My heart is steady pumping, my heart is steady breaking Sometimes I feel like I'm faking, man I'm so sick of taking Maybe hell ain't a place meant for us to burn Maybe Earth is hell and just a place for us to learn Bout your love, your will and grace Sometimes I wish I wasn't born in the first place Maybe this first base, God knocked the ball up out the park So we can come home this world right here feeling so dark It's feeling so cold, Lord I'm getting so old I don't if I can take this world right here no more 22 inch rims on the 'Lac I guess that was your footprint in the sand carrying us on your back [Refrain]6

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The Genesis

Nas

[Produced by Faith N & Nas] [Skit 1] [Nas] Street's disciple, my raps are trifle I shoot slugs from my brain just like a rifle Stampede the stage, I leave the microphone split Play Mr. Tuffy while I'm on some Pretty Tone shit Verbal assassin, my architect pleases When I was 12, I went to... [Hector] And you're sitting at home doing this shit I should be earning a medal for this Stop fuckin' around and be a man There ain't nothin' out here for you [Zoro] Oh yes, there is... This [Skit 2] [Jungle] Yo, Nas, yo, what the fuck is this bullshit on the radio, son? You might also like[Nas] Chill, chill! That's the shit, God, chill [AZ] Ayo, yo, pull down the shade, man Let's count this money, nigga Ayo, Nas, put the Jacksons and the Grants over there! You know what I'm sayin'? ‘Cause we spendin' the Jacksons You know how we get down, baby [Nas] True, true [Jungle] Nas, yo, Nas, man Shit is mad real right now in the projects For a nigga, yo, word to mother All them crab-ass rappers be comin' up to me Man, word to mother, man I think we need to let them niggas know it's real, man [Nas] True indeed, knamsayin'? But when it's real you doin' this Even without a record contract, knamsayin'? [AZ] No question [Nas] Been doing this since back then [AZ] I'm sayin' regardless how it go down we gon' keep it real We tryin' to see many mansions and Coupes, kid [Nas] No doubt, we gon' keep it real, true, true [Jungle] Ayo, where's Grand Wizard and Mayo at, man? Takin' niggas a long time, man [Nas] Who got the Phillies? Take this Hennessy [AZ] Ayo, dunn C'mon, c'mon, man, stop wavin' that, man! Stop pointin' that at me, dunn, take the clip out! [Nas] Nigga, alright, but take this Hennessy, man! [AZ] I'm sayin' take the clip, man, c'mon, take it out! [Nas] Light them Phillies up, man! Niggas stop fuckin' burnin' Phillies, man Light some Phillies up then! [Jungle] Pass that henrock, pass that henrock! Nigga, act like you know! [AZ] Yo, we drinkin' this straight up with no chaser I ain't fuckin' with you, nigga [Nas] I'm saying though, man [AZ] What is it, what is it, baby? [Jungle] What is it, son, what is it? [AZ] You know what time it is [Nas] I'm saying, man, you know what I'm saying? Niggas don't listen, man Representin', it's Illmatic39

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You

Plies

[Hook: Tank] You! {You) Thinking about me! (Thinking about me) Sucking on you! (Sucking on you) You sucking on me! (Can you do it for me babe? Me! (Me) Thinking about you! (Thinking about you) Cumming on me! (Cumming on me baby) Me cumming on you! (Come on sugar, yeah) [Verse 1: Plies] I don't wanna be cute, tonight I want to get nasty Let me drop this mayonnaise, baby, in your salad Slide your hand in my pants if you want to grab it Bet as soon as you touch it, you call me "big" daddy Want to lick all over you before I let you have it Hold your legs open for me so I can really pack it I'm already rock hard, you ain't got to jack it Bet the tip of this tongue make you really like it Picture us on the floor with no clothes on You eating me, I'm eating you, shit we both grown Let you ride me tonight off your favorite song Tonight a special night, baby a freak is born [Hook: Tank] You! (You) Thinking about me! (Thinking about me) Sucking on you! (Sucking on you) You sucking on me! (Can you do it for me babe?) Me! (Me) Thinking about you! (Thinking about you) Cumming on me! (Cumming on me baby) Me cumming on you! (Come on sugar, yeah) You might also like[Verse 2: Plies] Let me cut a hole right in the middle of your panties Put a peep-hole right on top your candy I'mma have you moaning win you a Grammy I'm a goon little momma but I like it fancy See, sucking all on you is what gets you all ancy Seeing how a goon moves, got you want to chance me After I rip you tonight you might want to ban me Your friend wanted me too, thats why she can't stand me It's your print in your jeans what got my attention A real nigga in your life is all you missing Ain't nobody like me baby, I'm my competition Bet when you walk out the door in the morning you leave with me [Hook: Tank] You! {You) Thinking about me! (Thinking about me) Sucking on you! (Sucking on you) You sucking on me! (Can you do it for me babe?) Me! (Me) Thinking about you! (Thinking about you) Cumming on me! (Cumming on me baby) Me cumming on you! (Come on sugar, yeah) [Verse 3: Plies] If you want to we could just tease each other Get drunk. Get naked and lay under cover Let me peek at her first before I go any further Stick my finger in yo mouth before I even touch her Ain't got to put it in, we could just hunch each other See if I could make you nut without even fucking you Feel me pushing up against you, then go on and rub him Now you mad you want to fuck, I could tell how you cussing Just a couple minutes ago, you wasn't fucking nothing Now you pressing up against me because that pussy gushing Got you squirming all over, now I got you touching Baby crunked up, now we sucking and fucking [Hook: Tank] You! {You) Thinking about me! (Thinking about me) Sucking on you! (Sucking on you) You sucking on me! (Can you do it for me babe?) Me! (Me) Thinking about you! (Thinking about you) Cumming on me! (Cumming on me baby) Me cumming on you! (Come on sugar, yeah)

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Black Friday

Lil’ Kim

[Intro: Angie Martinez, Nicki Minaj, and Lil' Kim] It’s funny 'cause, you know, we've been asking people what they wanted to know I mean, clearly, you've been having this thing with Kim And I don't know, just thinking about you and where you were from and that you're a rapper And I'm thinking, sure, I know things have gotten crazy and people are assuming Even though you say it's not specifically about her, that "Roman's Revenge" is for Kim Umm, you know, she just really jumped out the window, and you gotta be careful when you pick fights And that's what I've learned in this business, you just never know— Shut the fuck up! [Verse 1] Who the fuck want war? FedEx beef straight to your front door It'll be a murder scene I'm turnin' Pink Friday to Friday the 13th A'ight, you Lil' Kim clone clown All this buffoonery, the shit stops now Time for you to lay down, I'm sick of the frauds I put hands on this bitch like a spa massage We all know your last name's what got you your job You's a put together gimmick, somethin' like a collage Since you puttin' on a show, you gon' get the applause Clap, clap, lift your frame like a fucking garage, yeah This hood shit, you and Drake ain't built for This the shit the other bitch almost got killed for I'm still countin' what Hardcore generated Bet my shit keep spinnin' like it's syndicated Corny broad, I'll leave you bloody like you menstruated You hot air ass bitch, should have been deflated This ain't a championship fight, I've been the greatest See, the fact is what you doing, I did it Lames tryna clone my style and run with it That's cool, I was the first one with it You's a Lil' Kim wanna be, you just hate to admit it I'm the blueprint, you ain't nothin' brand new Check your posters and videos, you'll always be number two I seen 'em come, I seen 'em go, still, I remain Sweetie, you goin' on your fourteenth minute of fame I'm over ten years strong still running the game Cut the comparisons, I'm in the legendary lane Fighting for a spot, child, please, I'm solidified With my hands tied, you couldn't beat me if you bitches tried Either you're high or sippin' that shit Wayne on I get top dollar for whatever my name on Go stick your head in a tornado, brainstorm I drop bombs, Flex, napalms Black and yellow, we'll pull up in your ghetto Giuseppe's when I step out, posted up in stilettos Pussy so pink, like my kitty sayin', "Hello" If I whistle, they'll pistol whip you in all five boroughs I'm from Brooklyn, I be everywhere comfortably Now who pumped you and told you to come romp with me? You're the type to run your mouth and then run from me I'm poppin' off in your hood with no company Come on, Queens ain't showin' you no love I was there the other night, poppin' bottles with the thugs You're like Washington, heffer, I'm Benji You got a buzz right now, I had a frenzy Oh, yeah, welcome to the fam, Fendi You need to stop, you're not hot, you're a burnin' match That means the end is near soon, copy that? Oh, I see, they really got you gassed like I'm a thing of the past Better slow down, dummy, you 'bout to crash Stank pussy ho, I'm givin' you a bath Thermometer in hand and I'm comin' for your ass, ha Who you think you gettin' past? I see right through you, your whole shit is made of glass You might also like[Verse 2] I draw back, I'm a Brooklyn thorough bitch, rep for my borough, bitch Never been the type to have beef and try to settle shit I ride out 'til the wheels fall off And my niggas squeeze 'til the last shell go off Fuck your whole team, all I see is a bunch of weirdos You's an airhead bitch, scarecrow Ha, ain't nothin old but my money, bitch Ha, this is grown liquid assets Benjamin's my daddy, you Young Money bastards You and Diddy, sorry bunch of swagger jackers I mothered you hoes, I should claim you on my income taxes Bobby Fischer in the flesh, taught by the great So on my next move, I'm yellin', "Checkmate" I smell a massacre Charles Manson, you don't stand a chance with her Jeffrey Dahmer and you lookin' like lunch to me 'Bout to kill all you bitches like Ted Bundy Leave your whole head red like Pegg Bundy You're hilarious, thanks for all the laughs You're garbage, so I'm takin' out the trash You, shit on me? Come on, baby girl Ain't enough ass shots in the world You're a nuisance, you'd probably steal my new shit But you could never fuck with me so chuck it up, deuces All around the world, I ball like a ball team I stack chips, call me Mrs Rothstein Tricks is for kids, silly rabbit, you're my offspring Kim more anticipated than a Lebron ring [Outro: Lil Kim mocking Nicki Minaj] I mean, I know, I know you guys asked me if "Roman’s Revenge" was about Kim And no I, it’s not about Kim Actually, if Kim thought it was about her, I’m so sorry I’m so sorry, I apologize, Kim I don’t know, I just had temporary insanity, I lost my teeth and my mind...25

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Fuck You!

Slim Thug

[Verse 1: Slim Thug] As is, I ain't changing for you suckers If you ain't fucking with me, fuck ya And if you ain't feeling how I feel, fuck ya You bitches ain't paying my bills, so fuck ya I’m a Boss, hogg outlaw, riding for my clique Or you can ride with us or eat a sick dick I tell it how it is, them niggas speak fiction I gotta keep it real, that shit is an addiction So open up ya ears, all ya gotta do is listen Then every time you see me, I’ma pull the description If I say I got a Bentley than that bitch outside If I say the watch 50, ask my jeweler if I lie Thug boss bitch [Hook] I don’t give a fuck, if I do it’s fuck you If you don’t like what a nigga do, fuck you That shit you niggas talking ain't true, fuck you We got our money right nigga, what you wanna do I don’t give a fuck, if I do it’s fuck you If you don’t like what a nigga do, fuck you That shit you niggas talking ain't true, fuck you We got our money right nigga, what you wanna do [Verse 2: Lil Wayne] I don’t give a fuck, if I do, it’s fuck you Running threw these hoes like Maurice Jones Drew Life on the edge, I want my jumpsuit My hoes keep their mouth closed like they suck glue Weezy in this bitch, Thugga I got ya I’m all up in they face like the fucking eye doctor Fuck with me wrong turn ya brains into pasta Double barrel punk, it look like nostrils Real nigga status, real nigga period You a real nigga, now that’s a conspiracy Young money shit, you gon need some artillery Science class nigga, me and money got chemistry You might also like[Hook] [Verse 3: Slim Thug] Ain't no punchlines in my rhymes I’m like this and like that Its just 36 lines of straight facts Okay I take that back, 36 lines of crack Now that's a brick hard nigga can you buy that Try that Is that shit that you rap about real? Okay tell me this, how many niggas you done killed? Okay, tell me this, is your clique really trill Or you just get gassed on, these pay the bills The niggas tell the truth what would they be saying Be caught up in the streets and be like I was just playing That's why they get robbed or set up for the slam I’ma be me even when I’m verse laying [Hook]1

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Hello

Eminem

[Refrain] Hello (Hello) Allow me to introduce myself (Myself) My name is Shady It's so nice to meet you (It's so nice to meet you) It's been a long time (Long time) I'm sorry I've been away so long (So long) My name is Shady I never meant to leave you (I never meant to leave you) Yeah [Verse 1] You see that chick in the gym, checking me out? Any second I'm 'bout to stick her neck in my mouth I lose a pill and I'm recklessly wreckin' the house That was supposed to be breakfast, where the heck is it now? There's the necklace I lost, right next to Stephanie's blouse Man, I should check to see if my mom left any out Nope, guess I'll re-route Maybe somewhere in the depths of the couch Oh, jackpot, yeah—open sesame, mouth Down the hatch, and the feeling—you can't match it I rap-tat-tap on your door with a damn ratchet Attack-tack-tacking a whore with a damn hatchet A knapsack packed with like forty-some Xanaxes Shorty, come back, I'm tryna score me some lapdances I'm 'bout to relapse, so, baby, pour me some Jack Daniel's Formula 44D and 40s with bad capsules The bad apple spoils the bunch, I'm back at ya You might also like[Chorus 1] Girl, I don't mean any harm All I wanted to do is just say hello And are you menstruating, baby? My little friend's waiting to say hello The way your titties are wigglin' And your booty's shakin' like jello Girl, I don't mean any harm All I wanted to do is just say hello, yeah [Verse 2] My equilibrium's off—must be the lithium I don't need to buy any drugs, man—people give me 'em It just becomes everyday, extra-curriculum No reason in particular—it was strictly fun A fifth of rum and two bottles of 151 Fifty-one people asleep in my damn living room Excuse me, hun, but what is your name? Vivian? I woke up next to you naked, and, uh, did we, um? Of course, we did, but didn't I strap Jimmy, hun? I'm looking for the torn wrapper, but there don't seem to be one No offense, baby girl, I don't mean any harm But disease is something I'm trying to keep my penis free from I find the package, and I'm cool—I immediately run Like Speedy Gon-zales to see if I see anyone Who might have a couple of 3's—I'm fiending for some My head is pounding to the beat of the drum [Chorus 2] Girl, I don't mean any harm All I wanted to do is just say hello And do you happen to have anything on you To make my mood mellow? Some are oval and some are pink Some are blue and some are just yellow Girl, I don't mean any harm All I wanted to do is just say hello [Verse 3] Oh, those were the days, they certainly were It's hurting me to know that I'll be closing that curtain for good Word-word, chk-word-word, chk-word, chk-chk-word I second that and I third, rushed to emergency surgery To try to flush me because of the drugs that he purchased He's no longer getting them free—hundred bucks for these Percodans Plus, it's getting to be where he'll lustfully search the den Pain is hitting his knee and his muscles be hurtin' him Tirelessly on the phone trying to rustle up Muscle relaxers for his back and a couple of Paxils Now he's doubling backwards, and he's stumbling back Slipped and fell, hit his back, boom, heard something go crack Now he's up in the bathroom like he's busting a nap Almost ended it that soon because of the fact I'm just busting my own chops while I'm busting a rap Resuscitated and rejuved, so fuck it, I'm back [Chorus 2] Girl, I don't mean any harm All I wanted to do is just say hello And do you happen to have anything on you To make my mood mellow? Some are oval and some are pink Some are blue and some are just yellow Girl, I don't mean any harm All I wanted to do is just say hello [Refrain] And so I'm saying, "Hello" (Hello) Allow me to introduce myself (Myself) My name is Shady It's so nice to meet you (It's so nice to meet you) It's been a long time (Long time) I'm sorry I've been away so long (So long) My name is Shady I never meant to leave you (I never meant to leave you) [Outro] Yeah, it's like starting over Clean slate Ha70

Rap

Love Lockdown

Kanye West

[Verse 1] I'm not loving you, way I wanted to What I had to do, had to run from you I'm in love with you, but the vibe is wrong And that haunted me, all the way home So you never know, never, never know Never know enough, 'til it's over love 'Til we lose control, system overload Screaming, "No, no, no, n-nooo!" I'm not loving you, way I wanted to See, I wanna move, but can't escape from you So I keep it low, keep a secret code So everybody else don't have to know [Chorus] So keep your love lockdown, your love lockdown Keeping your love lockdown, your love lockdown Now keep your love lockdown, your love lockdown Now keep your love lockdown, you lose [Verse 2] I'm not loving you, way I wanted to I can't keep my cool, so I keep it true I got something to lose, so I gotta move I can't keep myself and still keep you too So I keep in mind, when I'm on my own Somewhere far from home, in the danger zone How many times did I tell you 'fore it finally got through? You lose, you lose I'm not loving you, way I wanted to See I had to go, see I had to move No more wasting time, you can't wait for life We're just racin' time, where's the finish line? You might also like[Chorus] So keep your love lockdown, your love lockdown Keeping your love lockdown, your love lockdown Now keep your love lockdown, your love lockdown Now keep your love lockdown, you lose [Verse 3] I'm not loving you, way I wanted to I bet no one knew, I got no one new Know I said I'm through, but got love for you But I'm not loving you, the way I wanted to Gotta keep it goin', keep the loving goin' Keep it on the roll, only God knows If I be with you, baby, I'm confused You choose, you choose I'm not loving you, way I wanted to Where I wanna go, I don't need you I've been down this road too many times before I'm not loving you, way I wanted to [Chorus] So keep your love lockdown, your love lockdown Keeping your love lockdown, your love lockdown Now keep your love lockdown, your love lockdown Now keep your love lockdown, you lose [Outro] You lose, you lose You lose, you lose [Produced by Kanye West & Jeff Bhasker]80

Hip-HopRap

Hollywood Divorce

OutKast

[Chorus: André 3000] Starts off like a small town marriage Lovely wife and life, baby carriage Now all the stars have cars, success of course But it ends in Hollywood divorce, Hollywood divorce [Verse 1: Lil Wayne] And I'm a star Yea, and I don't have to go to Hollywood 'Cause Hollywood come through my neighborhood with cameras on I really think they're stealing from us like a sample song I really wish one day we'd take it back like hammers home The hurricane come and took my Louisiana home And all I got in return was a darn country song This whole country wrong Oh, but you right if you just put a little ice on And cut your mic on but you don't even write songs But Hollywood make you spit like a python, I meant Cobra I'm so not sober, I'm high like a Hollywood Coffee or soda, you can call me a roller Hold up, your grill's glistenin' Spent a hundred thousand on mine to feel different What's the real sense of it? Bling bling, I know and did you know I'm the creator of the term, I just straightened the perm They let it sit too long, they just makin' it burn Make a movie of our lifestyle, but they earn Like a dead body burned on the mantle piece That's why I try not to lie on wax like this candle grease And I be's the little nigga, cooler than anti-freeze Defrost on your window pane - Lil Wayne But in Hollywood it's Litt-le Wayne, don't make me none So that's why I got a pre-nup I do You might also like[Chorus: André 3000] Starts off like a small town marriage Lovely wife and life, baby carriage Now all the stars have cars, success of course But it ends in Hollywood divorce, Hollywood divorce [Verse 2: André 3000] Yeah, Yeah A is for Adamsville B is for Bowen Homes See if I give a fuck if you like me you know I don't If she ain't got a good head on her, leave that ho alone If she do got some good head on her, let her sing a song D is for what I serve, I don't be on no curb She ain't no junkie neither, I ain't no dope dealer But she keep coming back three stacks must be some crack Put that pipe in her lap, she ain't know how to act Now that I've got your undivided attention, I'm Gonna say this and run under condition one Promise me you gon' stack, promise me you gon' ball Promise me you'll invest three fourth of it all For what? So your kids, kids, kids can have some cheese Can't get with it? Get, get, get, get, get on your knees 'Cause wealth is the word Rich is round the corner from the curb Don't like what I write? Shoot me a bird [Verse 3: Big Boi] (Starts off) Tenth grade, the way was paved for me and Dre to create Like Dr. Frankenstein of arts and crafts Now could we make ah a difference Antwan Patton and André Benjamin Been jammin' for you crabbing rap niggas and journalists That's quick to misprint public and private business Then retract back for deaf ears and think it's dismissed Part two the sequel all new 'Kast Just ain't the same gang of nerds on the internet Slandering your name behind that screen name They're lame and their life is pretty plain M&M's with no nuts Won't show up face-to-face straight bitch made Like puppies on the nipples of a mutt Address it on a case-by-case basis like the judge What about these lyin' ass hoes tryin' to plot Or these niggas on the block who want the queen (Nigga please) But even she can walk we'll miss her we ain't gon' fake it But God don't make mistakes must be something bigger waiting [Chorus: André 3000] Starts off like a small town marriage Lovely wife and life, baby carriage Now all the stars have cars, success of course But it ends in Hollywood divorce, Hollywood divorce [Verse 4: Snoop Dogg] I do, love you but you hate me at the same time Lights, camera, action, it's game time Do you take this here as your lovely wife? To love her and cherish her for all your life? I solemnly swear to dare share and take you there And me and you together, baby, we a lucky pair It's been a long time, we walked a thin line Others say they got you but you been mine As I sit back and watch all them cat fights Domestic violence — is that right? But you love the Dogg, gave me the spotlight And now I'm growin' up, showin' up, blowin' up I never ever thought that we would separate at all But you played me like a game of football Used to feed me, need me, dress me Now it's so messy straight cut out and left me [Outro: André 3000 & Snoop Dogg] Hollywood divorce All the fresh styles always start off as a good little hood thing Look at blues, rock, jazz, rap Not even talkin' about music Everything else too By the time it reach Hollywood it's over But it's cool We just keep it goin' and make new shit Take our game, take our name Give us a little fame And then they kick us to the curb that's a cold thang13

Hip-HopRap

Baby by Me

50 Cent

[Chorus: 50 Cent] Have a baby by me, baby, be a millionaire Have a baby by me, baby, be a millionaire Have a baby by me, baby, be a millionaire Be a millionaire, be a-be a millionaire Have a baby by me, baby, be a millionaire Have a baby by me, baby, be a millionaire Have a baby by me, baby, be a millionaire Be a millionaire, be a-be a millionaire [Bridge: Ne-Yo] I don't play no games (I don't play no games) So when I’m in that thang (when I'm in that thang) Come see what I mean (see what I mean) See what I mean, oh (see what I mean) I said little mama put me on (baby, put me on) Bet I'll have you gone (bet I'll have you gone) Come see what I mean (see what I mean), see what I mean See what I mean, come see what I mean, come on [Verse 1: 50 Cent] First is her neck, yeah, then her back Me I'm a freak, I get into all that Girl, I'll perform for ya like a porno star 'Til you've had enough then I just need a little bit more New music, new mood, new position New erotic sounds, it's going down, now listen I can hear your heartbeat, you're sweatin' I could paint a perfect picture I get deeper and deeper, I told ya I'd get ya I’d work that, murk that, just the way you like it, baby Turn a quickie into an all-nighter maybe Your sex drive it match my sex drive Then we be moving as fast as a Nascar rides Switch gears, slow down, go down, whoa now You could feel every inch of it when we intimate I use my tongue, baby, a little sprung maybe I had your head spinning saying ''50 so crazy'' See 50 Cent LiveGet tickets as low as $15You might also like[Bridge: Ne-yo] I don't play no games (I don't play no games) So when I’m in that thang (when I'm in that thang) Come see what I mean (see what I mean) See what I mean, oh (see what I mean) I said little mama put me on (baby, put me on) Bet I'll have you gone (bet I'll have you gone) Come see what I mean (see what I mean), see what I mean (See what I mean) Come see what I mean, come see what I mean [Chorus: 50 Cent & (Ne-Yo)] Have a baby by me, baby, be a millionaire (oh) Have a baby by me, baby, be a millionaire (come see what i mean) Have a baby by me, baby, be a millionaire (Oh) Be a millionaire, be a-be a millionaire (Lil mama come see what I mean) Have a baby by me, baby, be a millionaire (Oh) Have a baby by me, baby, be a millionaire (Come see what I mean) Have a baby by me, baby, be a millionaire (Oh) Be a millionaire, be a-be a millionaire (Yeah, yeah, oh) [Verse 2: 50 Cent] Girl, I want you to give me what you got then give me more Baby, you could start on top or all-fours You know I like it when you get in to it Don't nobody do it, uh, like I do it Feel a rush from my touch Get intoxicated, drunk off my love, call it Hennessy thug Passion, you laughin', I make you smile on the regular Tell me what you want, shawty, and that's what I'mma get to ya Yo, I need you to be what I need more than liquor and weed I need you to maybe give me a seed I need you to give me a reason to breathe I need you, I'm telling you so now you know what I need I'll be your part time or full time lover, significant other Don’t matter which way it go, I'm oh so gutter Girl, you could get it however you wanna get it I’m feeling you, still I'm feeling you right now, I'mma get it [Bridge: Ne-Yo] I don't play no games (I don't play no games) So when I’m in that thang (when I'm in that thang) Come see what I mean (see what I mean) See what I mean, oh (see what I mean) I said little mama put me on (baby, put me on) Bet I'll have you gone (bet I'll have you gone) Come see what I mean (see what I mean), see what I mean (See what I mean) Come see what I mean, come see what I mean [Chorus: 50 Cent] Have a baby by me, baby, be a millionaire Have a baby by me, baby, be a millionaire Have a baby by me, baby, be a millionaire Be a millionaire, be a-be a millionaire (Shawty said take it off, I'll take it off) Have a baby by me, baby, be a millionaire Have a baby by me, baby, be a millionaire (Want me to break you off, I'll break you off) Have a baby by me, baby, be a millionaire Be a millionaire, be a-be a millionaire Have a baby by me, baby, be a millionaire Have a baby by me, baby, be a millionaire Have a baby by me, baby, be a millionaire Be a millionaire, be a-be a millionaire10

Hip-HopRap

Sorry, Blame It On Me

Akon

[Intro] As life goes on I'm starting to learn more and more about responsibility And I realize that everything I do Is affecting the people around me So I wanted to take this time out To apologize for things that I've done And things that haven't occured yet And things that they don't want to take responsibility for [Verse 1] I'm sorry for the times that I left you home I was on the road and you were alone I'm sorry for the times that I had to go I'm sorry for the fact that I did not know That you were sitting home, just wishing we Could go back to when it was just you and me I'm sorry for the times I would neglect I'm sorry for the times I disrespect I'm sorry for the wrong things that I've done I'm sorry I'm not always there for my sons I'm sorry for the fact that I'm not aware That you can't sleep at night when I am not there Because I'm in the streets like every day I'm sorry for the things that I did not say Like how you are the best thing in my world And how I'm so proud to call you my girl See Akon LiveGet tickets as low as $345You might also like[Chorus] I understand that there's some problems and I'm not too blind to know All the pain you kept inside you, even though you might not show If I can't apologize for being wrong, then it's just a shame on me I'll be the reason for your pain and you can put the blame on me Said you could put the blame on me Said you could put the blame on me Said you could put the blame on me You could put the blame on me [Verse 2] I'm sorry for the things that he put you through And all the times you didn't know what to do I'm sorry that you had to go and sell those bags Just tryin' to stay busy 'til you heard from Dad When you would rather be home with all your kids As one big family with love and bliss And even though pops treated us like kings He got a second wife and you didn't agree He got up and left you there all alone I'm sorry that you had to do it on your own I'm sorry that I went and added to your grief I'm sorry that your son was once a thief I'm sorry that I grew up way too fast I wish I would've listened and not be so bad I'm sorry that your life turned out this way I'm sorry that the feds came and took me away [Chorus] I understand that there are some problems and I'm not too blind to know All the pain you kept inside you, even though you might not show If I can't apologize for being wrong, then it's just a shame on me I'll be the reason for your pain and you can put the blame on me Said you could put the blame on me Said you could put the blame on me (Oh yeah) Said you could put the blame on me You could put the blame on me [Verse 3] I'm sorry that it took so long to see That they were dead wrong tryna put it on me I'm sorry that it took so long to speak But I was on tour with Gwen Stefani I'm sorry for the hand that she was dealt For the embarrassment that she felt Just a little young girl tryin' to have fun Her daddy should've never let her out that young I'm sorry for Club Zen getting shut down I hope they manage better next time around How was I to know she was underage? In a 21-and-older club they say Why doesn't anybody wanna take blame? Verizon backed out, disgracing my name I'm just a singer tryin' to entertain Because I love my fans I'll take that blame [Outro] Even though the blame's on you Even though the blame's on you Even though the blame's on you I'll take that blame from you And you can put that blame on me (On me) And you can put that blame on me You can put that blame on me (Blame's on me) And you can put that blame on me (Blame's on me) And you can put that blame on me And you can put that blame on me46

Hip-HopRap

Yesterday

The Beatles

[Verse 1] Yesterday All my troubles seemed so far away Now it looks as though they're here to stay Oh, I believe in yesterday [Verse 2] Suddenly I'm not half the man I used to be There's a shadow hanging over me Oh, yesterday came suddenly [Bridge] Why she had to go I don't know, she wouldn't say I said something wrong Now I long for yesterday [Verse 3] Yesterday Love was such an easy game to play Now I need a place to hide away Oh, I believe in yesterday [Bridge] Why she had to go I don't know, she wouldn't say I said something wrong Now I long for yesterday You might also like[Verse 3] Yesterday Love was such an easy game to play Now I need a place to hide away Oh, I believe in yesterday [Outro] Mmm-mmm-mmm-mmm-mmm, hmm-hmm94

Pop

Sabotage

Beastie Boys

[Verse 1] I can't stand it, I know you planned it I'ma set it straight, this Watergate I can't stand rocking when I'm in here 'Cause your crystal ball ain't so crystal clear So while you sit back and wonder why I got this fucking thorn in my side Oh my god, it's a mirage I'm telling y'all, it's sabotage [Verse 2] So, so, so, so listen up, 'cause you can't say nothing You'll shut me down with a push of your button But, yo, I'm out, and I'm gone I'll tell you now, I keep it on and on [Verse 3] 'Cause what you see, you might not get And we can bet, so don't you get souped yet Scheming on a thing, that's a mirage I'm trying to tell you now, it's sabotage [Pre-Chorus] Why? (Our backs are now against the wall) You might also like[Chorus] Listen, all y'all, it's a sabotage Listen, all y'all, it's a sabotage Listen, all y'all, it's a sabotage Listen, all y'all, it's a sabotage [Verse 4] I can't stand it, I know you planned it I'ma set it straight, this Watergate But I can't stand rocking when I'm in this place Because I feel disgrace because you're all in my face But make no mistakes and switch up my channel I'm Buddy Rich when I fly off the handle What could it be? It's a mirage You're scheming on a thing, that's sabotage29

Punk

Big Nut Bust

Big Sean

[Hook] Asshole then, a bigger dick now, don't believe me? Bitch look down, l-l-look down, tell me how I look now L-l-look now, bitch, look down Airhead hoes on my kush cloud Thought I was cute then Bitch, how I look now? How I look now? Tell me how I look now How I look now? Bitch, look down [Verse 1] Okay she wobbledee, wobbledee, drah-droppily, droppily Got her legs in a angle, that shit just look like isosceles I got 80 carats on because I make all that broccoli Got her camera phone pa-pa-pa-pa-pa, don't you be poppin me N-Now eay-eay, we hot, we hot At the bar givin' away more shots than G.I., G.I Your girlfriend is all on my D-I, D-I, you know, you know, B-I, B-I-G [Hook] Asshole then, a bigger dick now, don't believe me? Bitch look down, l-l-look down, tell me how I look now L-l-look now, bitch, look down Airhead hoes on my kush cloud Thought I was cute then Bitch, how I look now? How I look now? Tell me how I look now How I look now? Bitch, look down [Verse 2] These hoes crazy, all their jackets should be straighted And my nigga sold 'caine, he ain't need no old lady Okay, she is from Venus, I bet I make it to Uranus I mean, I, really dont give a fuck about Your thinkers, okay now woah 'dere hold 'dere Now, hold up them hoes there is on my whoa, there Cause I'm luckily gettin' green up and down Left and right, I'm a fucking clover I am V12 rippin, you know how I roll there B-Big tank rollay, horses in my motor, I was a See Big Sean LiveGet tickets as low as $70You might also like[Hook] Asshole then, a bigger dick now, don't believe me? Bitch look down, l-l-look down, tell me how I look now L-l-look now, bitch, look down Airhead hoes on my kush cloud Thought I was cute then Bitch, how I look now? How I look now? Tell me how I look now How I look now? Bitch, look down [Verse 3] I walk up in this bitch feelin like the fuckin' man I might take yo bitch and make her fuck my mans I'm who to fuck, if you fuckin' can Fuck this dick ho, fuck as you plan Fuck fuck fuck, you can fuck your friends Hold up, I got another "fuck you" again I'm a little off like a touch up while you gettin' butt fucked Jacking off to two girl shittin in one cup I am with two girls, sippin on one cup VIP and I got one truck, and I got weed that'll cough yo lungs up Forklift liftin' my nuts up, because It's going, to be, a very, big nut bust (SPLASH) [Hook] Asshole then, a bigger dick now, don't believe me? Bitch look down, l-l-look down, tell me how I look now L-l-look now, bitch, look down Airhead hoes on my kush cloud Thought I was cute then Bitch, how I look now? How I look now? Tell me how I look now How I look now? Bitch, look down1

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The Artistic Integrity

Wale

[George Costanza] Okay, uh, look. If you wanna just keep doing the same old thing, maybe this idea is not for you. I for one am not going to compromise my artistic integrity. And I'll tell you something else, this is the show. And we're NOT gonna change it [Wale] Never will I ever utter never to myself Fall in love with defeat, throw my endeavors on the shelf I never back up like Cleo Lemon on myself Lemonade connoisseur life's lemons coming out When life gets sour know I still devour I remember Peabody mice crawling up the shower Now it's motorbikes, warm nights out in Maui And white bitches and light skinned women be smilin' DC star, a PG legend MoCo phenomenon holmes I'm all of it Yeah, they all love it though critique Jon Lovitz And whack hoes hatin' on key out in public See, welcome to fame where most of us is gon' change If you never do, still niggas look at you strange Niggas mostly assume, niggas make up they news Once you made it you cool, they label you brand new Really in subconscious They see a star no longer the underdog So nobody wanna walk with ya They all talk like you think you was a god n'shit But you the same that you always is Yeah, they all convinced but all for shit This all be different if you had an office key, yeah And I'm the same, on e'erything I love, or everything I love Please pardon my integrity See Wale LiveGet tickets as low as $128You might also like[Seinfeld] What were you thinking? What was going on in your mind? "Artistic Integrity"? Wh-where did you come up with that? You're not artistic, and have no integrity You know you really need some help, a regular psychiatrist couldn't even help you [Wale] Check it, so, my chin's high like a Japanese pilot They frontin', they Charles S. Dutton movin' garbage And what you callin' that so-called hard shit? None like me, like I, founded a convent To contend my content I'm on ends meet like a vegetable omelette, see? So the more you see, it's few niggas speakin' like me So they put me in the box with he, and he And them which is more of a circus than a fair They work to get there so to work to get theirs I'll be nothin' but a replica lookin' in the mirror Respect still there but ya boy's right here We apples and oranges but everybody pears They say I'm Lupe, they say I'm Lil' Wayne They say I'm too Jay to portray new-lay They say I'm too nice to be a rapper The prerequisite is gun clappin' so what happened They label me a backpackin' nigga on fashion I laugh at 'em, though Mr. West I ain't mad at ya See, he in his soul mode, I'm in my go go Only thing in common is these fuckin' Matsumotos Yeah live from the SoHo, and hov told me I'd blow Joe See I rap like a lifetime blown nose All I know is I'm merely at Allah's nose Meaning I'm lesser than a god but higher up than ya'll A lion in form, Matt Leinart when firing the ball Pause Maya Angelou spawn, abandoned and raised by Nas Raised by the sharks but I'm swimming with the prawns I found my own lane, meet Mr. Folarin2

Hip-Hop

Hello Brooklyn

Beastie Boys

Hello Brooklyn! New York, New York - it's a hell of a town You know The Bronx is up, and I'm Brooklyn down Because they don't know my name - only know my initials Building bombs in the attic for elected officials I quit my job, I cut my hair You know, I cut my boss because I don't care You tried to get slick, you bust a little chuckle You're gonna get smacked with my gold finger knuckle 'Cause being as fly as me is something that you never thought of You'll be stickin' up old ladies with the handgun or the sawed-off I'm a buffalo soldier, broader than Broadway Keep keepin' on, I don't care what they say I play my stereo loud, I disturb my neighbors I want to enjoy the fruits of my labor 'Cause I am the holder of the three-pack bonanza If you open the book, then you will get your hand slapped I am the keeper of the three-pack bonanza If you ask a question, then you shall get the answer Her breast, I saw, I reached, I felt M, O-N, E-Y, the belt I stay at home, just like a hermit I got the jammy, but I don't got the permit (you know why) You got a boyfriend, and his name is Nick Annabelle caught with the shrimpy limp dick I ride around town 'cause my ride is fly I shot a man in Brooklyn ("just to watch him die")You might also like2

Punk

In My Car

Wiz Khalifa

[Chorus: Wiz Khalifa] When I'm ridin', I'm high Got my drink poured, my weed rolled I creep slow, my bitch on my side and Wherever that change go, this gang go Some talk it, they lame though Hoes on it, they want it, they say so Whenever we roll by, So Won't you jump yo pretty ass in my car, in my car (x4) Girl [Verse 1: Wiz Khalifa] My car match what year it is It's hard not to hear the shit Just know I'm gone no matter what gear I'm in Eyes closed when I'm steerin', blowin' O's out the window Suede on the floor, doors plus the ceiling And I keep it clean Hoes wanna get in they gotta wipe they feet Go over a few things then I'mma light this weed Don't want no burn marks sweetheart So hang it out the window If you gotta fuck up once I get you outta here Uh, I'm talkin' loud pipes and rally stripes So much paper I mistake and have to count it twice Yellow car come out at night, all the hoes be into it Remote control starter, that bitch runnin' when I get to it Watch yo bitches run up 'til they get to it And girl there's only one you ain't gon' get two of it So ride wit' the nigga gettin' high, sittin' 22 inches fly Who the shit See Wiz Khalifa LiveGet tickets as low as $81You might also like[Chorus: Wiz Khalifa] When I'm ridin', I'm high Got my drink poured, my weed rolled I creep slow, my bitch on my side and Wherever that change go, this gang go Some talk it, they lame though Hoes on it, they want it, they say so Whenever we roll by, So Won't you jump yo pretty ass in my car, in my car (x4) Girl [Verse 2: Juicy J] Smokin' on some taylor shit, lookin for a thirsty bitch Ridin' on 26's, my pockets never empty I'm high and always tipsy, ecstasy there plenty Model chick, stripper bitch, I be fuckin' many Every car paid cash, I don't pay no lease fee But I get my dick sucked, Monica Lewinsky Y'all niggas the toilet bowl, I do all the shittin' Lamborghini flyin' doors, gone wit' the wings in I pop a lotta pills, I pop a lotta seals I pop a lotta pussy niggas that are not real When you see my jewelry game, you gon' get the chills Got hoes like Hilary and smoke like Bill Bitch [Chorus: Wiz Khalifa] When I'm ridin', I'm high Got my drink poured, my weed rolled I creep slow, my bitch on my side and Wherever that change go, this gang go Some talk it, they lame though Hoes on it, they want it, they say so Whenever we roll by, So Won't you jump yo pretty ass in my car, in my car (x4) Girl1

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Right Thru Me

Nicki Minaj

[Chorus] You see right through me How do you do that shit? How do you do that shit? How do you do that shit? How do you? How do you? How do you? How do you? How do you? [Verse 1] You let me win, you let me ride You let me rock, you let me slide And when they lookin', you let me hide Defend my honor, protect my pride The good advice I always hated But lookin' back, it made me greater You always told me forget the haters Just get my money, just get my weight up Know when I'm lyin', know when I'm cryin' It's like you got it down to a science Why am I tryin'? Know you ain't buyin' I tried to fight it back with defiance You make me laugh, you make me hoarse From yellin' at you and gettin' at you Pickin' up dishes, throwin' 'em at you Why are you speakin' when no one asked you? You might also like[Chorus] You see right through me How do you do that shit? How do you do that shit? How do you do that shit? How do you? How do you? How do you? How do you? How do you? You see right through me How do you do that shit? How do you do that shit? How do you do that shit? How do you? (Do that) How do you? (Do that) How do you? (Do that) How do you? (Do that) How do you? [Verse 2] What are we doin'? Could you see through me? 'Cause you say, "Nicki," and I say, "Who, me?" And you say, "No, you," and I say, "Screw you" Then you start dressin' and you start leavin' And I start cryin' and I start screamin' The heavy breathin', but what's the reason? Always get the reaction you wanted I'm actually frontin', I'm askin' you somethin', yo Answer this question, class is in session Tired of lettin' passive-aggression Control my mind, capture my soul Okay, you're right, just let it go Okay, you got it, it's in the can Before I played it, you knew my hand You could turn a free throw to a goal Nigga got the peephole to my soul [Chorus] You see right through me How do you do that shit? How do you do that shit? How do you do that shit? How do you? How do you? How do you? How do you? How do you? You see right through me How do you do that shit? How do you do that shit? How do you do that shit? How do you? (Do that) How do you? (Do that) How do you? (Do that) How do you? (Do that) How do you? [Bridge] Stop (Ooh) Stop (Ooh) Won't you just stop lookin' through me? 'Cause I can't take it No, I can't take it (You see right) [Chorus] You see right through me How do you do that shit? How do you do that shit? How do you do that shit? How do you? How do you? How do you? How do you? How do you? You see right through me You see right through me, baby You see right through me (Do that shit) You see right through me (How do you do that shit?) How do you do that? How do you do that? How do you do that? How do you do that? Baby35

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Ashin’ Kusher

Kid Cudi

[Intro] Uhh, yeah, uhh Uh-huh... yeah [Verse 1] First things first, been rippin', get it in Cudder Niggas know the name, it's none other I know you know me, the double-O repper Two-stepper, gun toter nah-nah, smoke kusher I know you lovin' how I do it when I switch up the lizzane Skinny niggy-diggy in your city gettin' chizzange Like I'm Carmelo, meet me in the pizzaint Yammin' on you sucker niggas, yammin' on these hoes Roll Swishers in the whip, I'm dippin' so quick Ask Mel, whiskey motherfucker we up in this bitch Hoes love Cuda, smooth duder, Cudois I'm climbing, I'm climbing and I, know why [Chorus] Y'all know I keep it funky, motherfucker, better get it right Get it right, better get it right, get it right Ooooooooh-ooooooooh (yeah) Ooooooooh-ooooooooh And I'll be rockin' along, zonin', yeah Movin' along, zonin' Ooooooooh-ooooooooh (yeah) Ooooooooh-ooooooooh - hey See Kid Cudi LiveGet tickets as low as $103You might also like[Verse 2] Doing what I want, no need to front Skinny and tatted the fuck up, hey pass me the blunt, baby get up We in this bitch, 'laxin Dennis know the game, he in the crowd mackin' All up off the dome, no need to pen it, friend Me and my niggas be gettin' ends again Told my man Plain Pat, dawg, ever since day one We gon' get it poppin, that's what I'm here for If you knew me, man I don't really worry about a nigga trying to judge Who are you, Judy?! Girl shake a feather, do your thang 'til you feel right I know you know the name, the team, we takin' flizzight [Chorus] Y'all know I keep it funky, motherfucker, better get it right Get it right, better get it right, get it right Ooooooooh-ooooooooh (yeah) Ooooooooh-ooooooooh And I'll be rockin' along, zoning, yeah Movin' along, zoninnnnnnnn Ooooooooh-ooooooooh (yeah) Ooooooooh-ooooooooh - hey [Bridge] Life, together, we all in together now All in together, all-all baby 'Cause we all in together now Life, together, we all in together now All in together, all-all baby 'Cause we all in together now [Verse 3] Doing what I need, hater I am A-Okay How many times must I tell 'em we don't care what people say Even if I do somethin' unruly I be like "Fuck it nigga, I was probably zooted!" Off top... Honestly The kush and Goose combination harmful, G Find my own rhythm while I'm looking through my Viennas Everybody gon' talk that shit until they see him Then they all on my ballsack, word Then I bounce and they saying I'm absurd You old jive-ass nigga, look around Ay, we be around, fam, I'm in the cloud [Chorus] Y'all know I keep it funky motherfucker, better get it right Get it right, better get it right, get it right Ooooooooh-ooooooooh (yeah) Ooooooooh-ooooooooh And I'll be rockin' along, zoning, yeah Movin' along, zoninnnnnnnn Ooooooooh-ooooooooh (yeah) Ooooooooh-ooooooooh (hey) Y'all know I keep it funky motherfucker, better get it right Get it right, better get it right, get it right Ooooooooh-ooooooooh (yeah) Ooooooooh-ooooooooh And I'll be rockin' along, zoning, yeah Movin' along, zoninnnnnnnn Ooooooooh-ooooooooh Ooooooooh-ooooooooh (hey) [Outro] Ooooooooh-ooooooooh And I'll be rockin' along, zonin', yeah Movin' along, zoninnnnnnnn Ay...31

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What If I Was White

Sticky Fingaz

[Intro: Eminem, Sticky Fingaz] Yo I got an idea Let me go grab Sticky right quick Hey yo Stick, Stick Yo, Slim Shady Yo, I just had like a nightma... Wait, it wasn't like a nightmare It was like a good drea... Well, it wasn't a good... What was it? Hey, yo, I just had a crazy dream man What? Yo, yo I dreamt I was white! Oh shit! [Chorus: Eminem] What if he was white? What if he was white? What if he was white? What, if, he, white? What if he was white? What if he was White, white, white, white, white White, white, white, white, white? [Verse 1: Sticky Fingaz, (Eminem)] What if I was white skinned, the same color as cocaine? Blond hair, blue eyes, the whole shibang I know one thing: police wouldn't always be watching me Pull me over for nothing, constantly jocking me (Can I get your autograph?) The yellow cabs in the city would stop for me I wouldn't need collateral to buy property If I was white, wouldn't matter if I was rich or poor Security wouldn't follow me around the store (Maybe he might have stole something) Like I'd steal something, because I'm black I rob And automatically assume I ain't got no job On my own land, I feel like an immigrant If I was white, I wouldn't have thought OJ was innocent (He did it) If I was white... You might also like[Chorus: Eminem] What if he was white? What if he was white? What if he was white? What, if, he, white? What if he was white? What if he was White, white, white, white, white White, white, white, white, white? What if he was white? What if he was white? What if he was white? What, if, he, white? What if he was white? What if he was White, white, white, white, white White, white, white, white, white? [Verse 2: Sticky Fingaz, Eminem] If I was white, it'd be a different world for me If I was white, hm? What shade would I be? Would I be Redneck or Skinhead, preppy or high class? You'd probably live in a trailer park and be white trash! In any case, that be the ill shit right? But there's a good and bad side of being white You can't say the N-word without starting a fight (What's up, my nig​ger?) Couldn't dance to a beat, I'd have two left feet Even if I was white, probably still have a ghetto shit (How you doing?) Is it a myth or do I really have a little dick? (Nah, it's true!) If I was white, I would probably listen to hard rock And cover my ears whenever I heard Hip Hop [Chorus: Eminem] What if he was white? What if he was white? What if he was white? What, if, he, white? What if he was white? What if he was White, white, white, white, white White, white, white, white, white? What if he was white? What if he was white? What if he was white? What, if, he, white? What if he was white? What if he was White, white, white, white, white White, white, white, white, white? [Verse 3: Sticky Fingaz (Eminem)] If I was white I’d probably wouldn't even think the same I'd watch Tennis and Golf and bet on Hockey games (Red Wings, man) Wear suit and ties and go to work everyday If I was white I couldn't live around my way And there probably would of never even been an Onyx, shit I be somewhere sipping Vodka and Tonix Smoking on a Marlboro instead of a Newport I'd live in Long Island instead of New York If I was white, I probably couldn't dunk 'Cause everybody knows White Man Can't Jump (Nope!) And probably wouldn't be able to go to the weed spot 'Cause all of the dreads would think I'm a cop [Chorus: Eminem] What if he was white? What if he was white? What if he was white? What, if, he, white? What if he was white? What if he was White, white, white, white, white White, white, white, white, white? What if he was white? What if he was white? What if he was white? What, if, he, white? What if he was white? What if he was White, white, white, white, white White, white, white, white, white? [Outro: Eminem] Yo, what if I was white?4

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Pillz

Gucci Mane

[Intro: Gucci Mane] Yeah! Gucci Mane is in the building! So Icy Entertainment, Zaytoven on the track We goin' to the club, we got the choppers on deck and the yoppers on deck [Chorus: Mac Bre-Z & Gucci Mane] Is you rollin'? Is you rollin'? Is you rollin'? Is you rollin'? Bitch, I might be Bitch, I might be Bitch, I might be Bitch, I might be Girl, he geeked up Girl, he geeked up Girl, he geeked up Girl, he geeked up Girl, he geeked up Bitch, I might be Bitch, I might be Bitch, I might be Bitch, I might be Yeah [Verse 1: Gucci Mane] East Atlanta slum man is where I come from Pass that bubble thrax and put this bean on your tongue Now everything was gravy 'til yo' bitch came in 'Bout the same time that that thang kicked in Now she ain't really pretty but she got a nice body I'm geeked up thinkin this Buffie The Body Ain't yo' name lil' Trina? Cause you look like Janet Jackson I'm off three double stacks and I'm lookin' for that action Gucci Mane, you stupid man I love the way you flowin Ridin' in my drop but I don't know where I'm goin' On two eighty five I keep ridin' in a circle The inside of my ride smellin' like a pound of purple "Gucci, show time!" Give me five mo' minutes And a cold orange juice, cause I'm really really trippin' Went to the strip club and requested "I'm Da Man" The next thing you know I was throwin' rubber bands See Gucci Mane LiveGet tickets as low as $90You might also like[Chorus: Mac Bre-Z & Gucci Mane] Is you rollin'? Is you rollin'? Is you rollin'? Is you rollin'? Bitch, I might be Bitch, I might be Bitch, I might be Bitch, I might be Girl, he geeked up Girl, he geeked up Girl, he geeked up Girl, he geeked up Girl, he geeked up Bitch, I might be Bitch, I might be Bitch, I might be Bitch, I might be Yeah [Verse 2: Gucci Mane] Shawty tellin me she ain't neva suck no dick Neva took a pill or neva ate a bitch You a lie but I ain't gonna get upset right now But I wish I had a lie detector test right now You say you married, well bitch you might be But I bet your husband ain't icy like me She stand on B.C. in my ashy black tee With them dopeman Nikes and them Jordache jeans I don't pay her but I still keep that thrax on me I'm the shit in East Atlanta baby ask about me Pop one pop two two halves that's three Ain't no waffle house baby, hell I can't eat Gucci hood like your hoodman he's so extreme Wearing Dolce's in the club cause you know the boy geeked Drop the top on that thang let you see my seats We've been rollin', rollin', rollin', we ain't slept in weeks [Chorus: Mac Bre-Z & Gucci Mane] Is you rollin'? Is you rollin'? Is you rollin'? Is you rollin'? Bitch, I might be Bitch, I might be Bitch, I might be Bitch, I might be Girl, he geeked up Girl, he geeked up Girl, he geeked up Girl, he geeked up Girl, he geeked up Bitch, I might be Bitch, I might be Bitch, I might be Bitch, I might be Yeah [Verse 3: Gucci Mane] Gucci Mane La Flare, nigga get your mind right Order Cris by the twelve like a case of Bud Light Sell kush by the bale so you kno might shit tight 7:30 in the morning on an all-night flight I'm high like Fabo hood like Shawty So tell me when to go like my name E-40 A rich rock star nigga I'm gonna party Got a party pack of pills that's at least bout 40 I'll pour them in your hand like a bag of jelly beans Take two of these pills, call me in the morning Fifty thousand pills man I'm so real Three dollars for a pill; that's a damn good deal [Chorus: Mac Bre-Z & Gucci Mane] Is you rollin'? Is you rollin'? Is you rollin'? Is you rollin'? Bitch, I might be Bitch, I might be Bitch, I might be Bitch, I might be Girl, he geeked up Girl, he geeked up Girl, he geeked up Girl, he geeked up Girl, he geeked up Bitch, I might be Bitch, I might be Bitch, I might be Bitch, I might be Yeah [Outro: Woman in the club & Gucci Mane] Hey, what's up Gucci Mane, why you sweating so hard? Is you rolling or something? Shit, well, baby I might be... But god damn, what is you doing? You jockin' a playa, you too chewy over here, right? Look, I ain't K-Rab baby, you know what I mean I'm not a piece of bubblegum, what I'm doing is not your business. But matter of fact, while you over here, is you a waitress or something? ’Cause the shit you got on make you look like you a waitress So do what you do, aight. I'ma give you this hundred dollars. Go get you whatever you drinking, bring me and the clique about ten of them orange juices, five Crunk Juices and we'll be straight, how ’bout that And is you straight? Is you single or is you married?12

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The Realest

Jeezy

[Verse 1] Supercharger, the same color as PJ (yeaaaaah) I got a champagne range Pick niggas off, I got a night-scope aim (Bah) Audio, video, you caught on tape That's a way to get ya ass sent Upstate (dayyyum) In 98' I took them trips down to Lauderdale Back and forth, like Aaliyah Chances of gettin' rich is like one-in-a-million (hahaaaaa) Or more like two-in-a-billion Flashin' lights, my mind's playin' tricks on me But the mini van still do tricks homie Swear the feds just starin' at a nigga You know, you feelin' ya heart fall into ya feet Summertime niggas still ridin' with the heat Jeezy De Niro, Snowman Pacino Real niggas love me because I talk that lingo [Chorus] And I'm the mo'fuckin' realest They lies, they phonies, they fakes These niggas ain't never sold the weight And I'm the mo'fuckin' realest They lies, they phonies, they fakes These niggas ain't never sold the weight And I'm the mo'fuckin' realest They lies, they phonies, they fakes These niggas ain't never touched the weight And I'm the mo'fuckin' realest They lies, they phonies, they fakes These niggas ain't never touched the weight And I'm the mo'fuckin' realest See Jeezy LiveGet tickets as low as $51You might also like[Verse 2] Nowadays, the GT's Glock black (cheaaa!) The shoes on that motherfucking 3-80 chrome Gotta be careful what you say on the phone I'm 36 O's away From givin' the mic up and goin' back to the streets (naww) What's the difference, I still eat the same A nigga paranoid, I still sleep the same You niggas rappin' 'bout blow, like it's a fad Nigga this is my life, I ain't tryna set trends Cause everybody knows how that brick-road ends Heartless, maybe I need to see the Wizard Until then, I'mma make it snow blizzards [Chorus] And I'm the mo'fuckin' realest They lies, they phonies, they fakes These niggas ain't never sold the weight And I'm the mo'fuckin' realest They lies, they phonies, they fakes These niggas ain't never sold the weight And I'm the mo'fuckin' realest They lies, they phonies, they fakes These niggas ain't never touched the weight And I'm the mo'fuckin' realest They lies, they phonies, they fakes These niggas ain't never touched the weight And I'm the mo'fuckin' realest [Verse 3] I stay on the block, and risk my life Day in and day out until a nigga sold out You niggas playin', I show you what that street shit 'bout Hit you right up with them thangs, and come back with the chains Might cook it in the stove, might cook it in the microwave Either way it's gonna sell, still weigh it on the scale You rappin'-ass niggas ain't never sold no yams I'm talkin' sucka-free Sundays and iced-out Mondays Pin-up Tuesdays and body-tap Wednesdays You was in the studio, I was on the block In the kitchen at the spot goin' hard with the blocks 25 for the four ways, choppers by the door-ways1

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Another

The Notorious B.I.G.

[Intro: Big, Lil' Kim] Yeah, fuck you Fuck you too Fuck you bitch Fuck you motherfucker You ain't shit anyway, fuck you You ain't shit, you fat motherfucker Yeah, whatever whatever Whatever You wasn't sayin' that when you was suckin' my dick You wasn't sayin that when you was eatin' my pussy You nasty bitch You a nasty motherfucker Check it, uhh (Crab ass nigga) [Refrain 1: The Notorious B.I.G.] What do ya do when yo' bitch is untrue You cut the hooker off and find someone new I need another bitch (Another bitch), in my life [Verse 1: The Notorious B.I.G.] Uh-huh, uhh, uhh I know he don't treat you like I treat you Time to explain your game is see-through Sex is lethal, I ain't gon' lie Means to get ya back, I ain't gon' try Like this y'all, my girl sucked another nigga dick, y'all Light skinned with the chromed out six, y'all Thought they was creepin', took trips to V-A every third weekend While you was sleepin', he hit you on the box Sixty-nine code non-stop Shoulda left ya then, but my heart said not You knew too much, the relationship grew too much You knew about the crack vials, means to be trial Where I hid dough under the bathroom tile Waited for a while, thought you was my right thing Then things got frightenin' Peep the scene, sorta like Sam Rothstein Guess you Ginger, huh, go figure Never thought you could be a gold-digger Take my dough and spend with the next nigga Asked my man Jigga, my ace boon coon Told me cut the bitch off 'fore the shit balloon Now I'm like Brandy, Sittin' in My Room Pissy drunk listenin' to Stylistics tunes Or the O'Jays, thinkin' 'bout the old days My nigga's like, fuck that bitch, go play Baller, when she beep you, don't call her Guess who I seen, that freak bitch Paula She was askin' 'bout ya whereabouts Here's the digits, I know you can wear that out Tear that out the frame, ya game so tight We'll be all fuckin' tonight, knahmean?! (I'm fuckin' you toniiight..) feel me? Uhh You might also like[Refrain 2: Lil' Kim] What do ya do when your man is untrue Do you cut the sucker off and find someone new I need another man, in my life [Verse 2: Lil' Kim] Mmm, uhhh, uhhh! 'Member when you said you would die for me, shit All of that was just lies to me Motherfucker shoulda never said bye to me Now you cry for me, like Jodeci It's like that y'all, my nigga hit another bitch from the back y'all Black nasty and mad fat y'all; shoulda seen the ho Nigga pack your shit, you out the do', ohh What about the fight in The Mirage? I seen ya Benz parked outside my sister's garage Said it was your friend Rog, bullshit I ain't gonna keep puttin' up wit the bullshit And still I, never sweat these bitches Q.B. hang like plaques on the wall in your pictures Scale them fishes, my love is concrete Stashin' your heat in the passenger seat of the Nautica Jeep We've been down for so long Still a bitch like me tryin' to hold on Teary eyed, damn a bitch steamin' Girls steady screamin', "Kim you need to leave him!" When I testified in court Couldn't think straight thinkin' 'bout the bitches I fought Over you, nigga have the shit you bought And fuck you, movin' is my last resort You see, nine outta ten niggas ain't shit One outta five niggas suck a dick You're mad at me, too bad she ain't as bad as me Shoulda kept the freak bitch off my canapé Now you see, ain't no pussy warm as mine Long as mine, ain't no love as strong as this When I sucked your dick, it's like smokin' a roach Uhh, why go from first class to coach [Refrain 1: The Notorious B.I.G.] What do ya do when yo' bitch is untrue You cut the hooker off and find someone new I need another bitch (Another bitch), in my life [Refrain 2: Lil' Kim] What do ya do when your man is untrue Do you cut the sucker off and find someone new I need another man, in my life [Refrain 1: The Notorious B.I.G.] What do ya do when yo' bitch is untrue You cut the hooker off and find someone new I need another bitch (Another bitch), in my life [Refrain 2: Lil' Kim] What do ya do when your man is untrue Do you cut the sucker off and find someone new I need another man, in my life7

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Spell Check

Lil’ Kim

I'm the L-I-L to the K-I-M And not B-I-G, R.I.P. ba-by I, rep BK and the, N.Y.C Don't no bitch do it like I D-I-D And, since nine-six a chick been on TV Like, MTV and, BET So T-R-L and, one-oh-six I'm in heavy R.O. when they play my shit Momma push whips like BM Dubs And your B.M. trip when she see me in the club Your man Five-O I don't see him in the club 'cause he out in C.T. wit a dick in his butt, Y'all stay OT while I stay O.C That's, out the country with the A-R-A-B's With my girl M to the O to the E She ride like a soldier, that's my co-D I'm "Bella" to that death and, don't ask why Cause the "Mafia" is P-U-S-S-Y And I'm more nigga than them bitch-ass guys Cause they took the stand, on the D.A.'s side [Hook] I'm the B-A-D-D-E-S-T Chick in the game - what the fuck I gotta spell it out? I keep it G-A-N-G-S-T-A What more can I say - what the fuck I gotta spell it out? BK's finest, straight out the S-T-U-Y And the girl stay fly - yo what the fuck I gotta spell it out? It's the Q-U-double-E-N B-double-E Hoes wanna be me - what the fuck I gotta spell it out? You might also likeI'm in the Lamb' or the Ferrari when I'm M.I.A Take the Spyder down the strip, when I'm in V-A The game slow, gotta put a little work in D.C I ball like I'm WNBA's M.V.P On, ESPN or, NBC I like it raw like my boy the late O.D.B Stop pullin out them burners on them DVD's You gotta body a motherfucker to, impress me My boys keep the M-A-C in the SUV And they air somethin out on the, A-V-E I'm in the B-E-N-Z doin a buck-oh-three Tearin the clutch down on the B-Q-E Get at niggas quick if they try to move me A.S.A.P. like, T.I.P You get chopped and screwed, honeygirl don't play Nigga we ridin' dirty like U.G.K [Hook] I'm the B-A-D-D-E-S-T Chick in the game - what the fuck I gotta spell it out? I keep it G-A-N-G-S-T-A What more can I say - what the fuck I gotta spell it out? BK's finest, straight out the S-T-U-Y And the girl stay fly - yo what the fuck I gotta spell it out? It's the Q-U-double-E-N B-double-E Hoes wanna be me - what the fuck I gotta spell it out? Make a wish when you see me like a falling star Give a lot of y'all careers, CPR First lady at the top of, R-A-P I'm on my T-O-E's gettin that D-O-E B-I-G, M-O, M-M-A No info, for the, D.E.A Federal agents mad cause I'm flagrant Tapped the cell, and the phone in my basement The IRS tryin to take my pay And plus I'm bein spied on by the C.I.A I locks it, I'm toxic like DDT My flow get'cha high like PCP I'm number one downloaded on your MP3 I bang on you niggas like an MPC I make a nigga nut in his D&G's Cause no one do it better than the one Q.B [Hook] I'm the B-A-D-D-E-S-T Chick in the game - what the fuck I gotta spell it out? I keep it G-A-N-G-S-T-A What more can I say - what the fuck I gotta spell it out? BK's finest, straight out the S-T-U-Y And the girl stay fly - yo what the fuck I gotta spell it out? It's the Q-U-double-E-N B-double-E Hoes wanna be me - what the fuck I gotta spell it out?2

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Poppin Bottles

T.I.

[Chorus: T.I.] My section in the club, gimme Rosé When you’re all ready say go, okay Everybody pop a bottle, make that thing go pop Everybody pop a bottle, make that thing go pop You see him standing on the furniture doing his thing Tell the club owner: "fuck yo’ couch!" Rick James, bitch nigga Pop a bottle, make that thing go bloaw Let her drink it till she drown Atta girl gon’ wild, pop a bottle Bow, bow, bow... [Verse 1: T.I.] Bring the 1738 Champagne the boss Watch you getting money make it rain buy a bottle Pop a cork, dork If I may retort I ball just as hard tomorrow as the day before I pop bottles but I don't pour Save the glass for guys who balling on a budget Fuck it, let your glasses rise I’m straight to the head with mine, why you acting surprised Ask any ho who know me, all I do is smash and ride Buckets of bubbly, shake it up and let it splash in the eyes Ain't no subtraction, only cash to divide We getting money, bank roll, super-sized Whether rain, sleet, sunny Let the good times roll and the bottles keep coming See T.I. LiveGet tickets as low as $90You might also like[Chorus: T.I.] My section in the club, gimme Rosé When you’re all ready say go, okay Everybody pop a bottle, make that thing go pop Everybody pop a bottle, make that thing go pop You see him standing on the furniture doing his thing Tell the club owner: "fuck yo’ couch!" Rick James nigga Pop a bottle, make that thing go bloaw Let her drink it till she drown Atta girl gon’ wild, pop a bottle Bow, bow, bow... [Verse 2: Drake] Yeah, okay, bring that shit to poppa I heard you talk bout other niggas Them niggas no matter The tag team back bitch, boom shakalaka Me and Weezy run this shit so bring me one soda and vodka And a Fiji for my nigga cause the police probably watching Man, probation is a bitch but going back is not an option We be sonning all these niggas, put their ass up for adoption Man we start with straight shots, that get the bottle popping We be working all night, telethon shit Roll a super skinny one, Chanel Iman shit Oooh, that's that fire, that have you calm shit You with a lot of dudes, that’s that Elton John shit Ahh, To each his own, I like a freak that's grown I like a bad bitch from a decent home Me and Tip, that's that pimping that we preaching on And everybody trying to listen nigga, speakerphone [Chorus: T.I.] My section in the club, gimme Rosé When you’re all ready say go, okay Everybody pop a bottle, make that thing go pop Everybody pop a bottle, make that thing go pop You see him standing on the furniture doing his thing Tell the club owner: "fuck yo’ couch!" Rick James nigga Pop a bottle, make that thing go bloaw Let her drink it till she drown Atta girl gon’ wild, pop a bottle Bow, bow, bow... [Verse 3: T.I.] I know the sucker wish the judge threw the book at me Cause I show up to the club, super cool, look at me Everything brand new, you get money like who? Spent 150 on my car and my Audemars too When I walk up in the spot, ain't nobody saw you They see me like “there he go” Look at you like ” ahh who?” Bought every bottle at the bar Shortie you know how I do I take them all across your noggin', I ain't finna argue Still big shit popping, nothing changed but my clothes Triple digits in my pocket, rubber band bank roll Tell the bitch I take you places where your man can’t go Can’t be, he ain't doing shit, if he ain't me Can't you see the difference between us when I walking to the door Your twenty thousand worth of ones, start letting money go Let it fly, throw some twenty when my one running low 50 stack, I’m a show you how to ball: triple that7

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Lark On My Go-Kart

Asher Roth

[Verse 1] Sitting on a truffet, puffing on the best cut buds Trying to get butt from Miss Muffet Me and Teddy Ruxpin sturring up a ruckus Egging all the houses, smashing all the pumpkins Suck a Dick Butkus, chumps can't funk with the punk kids Ash Roth be the king of the blumpkins Any Tim Duncan spur of the moment Let the whole world know I run shit Jump ship quick, tell a friend that I'm dumb sick Spit fungus that'll grow from a dung, trip Twist to a front flip; son, that was some trick Watch all the dumb chicks hump when I bump this [Verse 2] Kinda like the blonde Bob Saget, Ash can get nasty Pass me a blunt and some Captain Chilling with an Ashley, heading to the mall Sitting in the backseat, getting jerked off Ten feet tall with the balls of a matador Door-matted whore with your words, heard that before Poor metaphor, pedicure, get your feet fixed Walk in my shoes for a few, you gon' need it Yeah, get your Wii Fit to practice your frees with Need a few weeks before you can compete with Razor Ramon flow, oh so sharp You can take Kapowski, I'mma take Lark on my go-kart You might also like[Verse 3] Mario Kart skills are outrageous Play me any day and I'll be the best racist Wait, no, erase it, meant to say "racer" Traded in my cell phone for a new pager Take off your Bluetooth now dot com I'm at the grocery store with hot moms About thirty-five with at least two kids We can make out while my friend babysits All up in your fridge eating left-over shit Tuna sandwich, Butterscotch Krimpets Cheetos be my choice of chip I enjoy for a bit, take a sip from my Ssips and split [Bridge] Roll that J up, is it rolled? Yeah, roll it up, uhh [Verse 4] Hair like a troll doll, basketball shorts on Yeah, I'm a dork, but I'm still holding court Ball up, baller, y'all take too long to get dolled up Give a fuck if I look like I just woke up Who am I trying to impress? Honey in the sun dress With the breasts luscious just sent me a text "O-M-G, you're the B-E-est" If you're trying to have sex, I'm the best at it3

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I Feel Like Dying

Lil Wayne

[Hook: Karma & Lil Wayne] Only once the drugs are done (Hahaha) Do I feel like dying, I feel like dying (Heheh, C3, hello) Only once the drugs are done (Yeah, hello) Do I feel like dying, I feel like dying (Hehehe, get lifted) Only once the drugs are done (Yeah, I get lifted) Yeah, yeah, so get lifted, yeah Do I feel like dying, I feel like dying (Yeah, haha) [Verse 1: Lil Wayne & Karma] I am sittin' on the clouds I got smoke coming from my seat I can play basketball with the moon I got the whole world at my feet Playin' touch football on Marijuana Street Or, in a marijuana field, you are so beneath my cleats Get high, so high That I feel like lying Down in a cigar, roll me up and smoke me 'Cause (I feel like dying) hahaha [Hook: Karma & Lil Wayne] Only once the drugs are done (Yeah, yeah) Do I feel like dying, I feel like dying (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) Only once the drugs are done (Haha, yeah) Do I feel like dying, I feel like dying (Hahahaha) You might also like[Verse 2: Lil Wayne & Karma] Swimmin' laps around a bottle of Louis the XIII Jumping off of a mountain into a sea of codeine I'm at the top of the top, but, still I climb And if I should ever fall, the ground will then turn to wine Pop, pop I feel like flying Then I feel like frying Then (I feel like dying) [Hook: Karma & Lil Wayne] Only once the drugs are done (Yeah, yeah, yeah) Do I feel like dying, I feel like dying (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) Only once the drugs are done (Hahaha) Do I feel like dying, I feel like dying (Psst!) [Verse 3: Lil Wayne & Karma] I can mingle with the stars, and throw a party on Mars I am a prisoner locked up behind Xanax bars I have just boarded a plane without a pilot And violets are blue, roses are red Daisies are yellow, the flowers are dead Wish I could give you this feeling I feel like buying And if my dealer don't have no more Then (I feel like dying) yeah [Hook: Karma & Lil Wayne] Only once the drugs are done (Yeah, yeah, yeah) Do I feel like dying, I feel like dying (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) Only once the drugs are done (Hahaha) Do I feel like dying, I feel like dying38

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Crush on You (Remix)

Lil’ Kim

[Intro: Lil' Cease | Lil' Kim] UNDEAS Lil Ceaser Queen Bee That's Me Lil' Kim [Verse 1: Lil' Cease] Yo, I be buyin' 'em V's, so all my girls be eyein' Cease Comin' backstage, dyin' to get pleased You got me, I rock thee, Versace and linen While you stop your grinnin' wit' bunch of foxy women Why you speed ball with cards, that's invalid I get clothes, custom made, from a stylist Cruise in my Lexus Land with no mileage While you walk the street until your feet get callus Take you on a natural high, like a pilot It be all good, toss your clothes like a salad When it's all over, put your vote in my ballot It's my diner, I'm Mel, and you're Alice Spend a night, in Lil' Cease palace It be all good as long as you don't act childish While you standin' there with the Crist' in your cup If worse come to worse keep this on the hush, uhh [Chorus: The Notorious B.I.G. | Lil' Kim] I know you seen me on the video (True) I know you heard me on the radio (True) But you still don't pay me no attention Listenin' to what your girlfriends mention He's a slut, he's a ho, he's a freak Got a different girl every day of the week It's cool, not tryin' to put a rush on you I had to let you know that I got a crush on you You might also like[Verse 2: Lil' Kim] Ayo shorty, won't you go get a bag of the lethal I'll be undressed in the bra all see through Why you count your jewels thinkin' I'ma cheat you? The only one thing I wanna do is freak you Keep your stone sets, I got my own baguettes And I'll be doin' things that you won't regret Lil Kim, the Queen Bee, so you best take heed Shall I proceed? (Yes indeed!) I'ma throw shade if I can't get paid Blow you up to your girl like the Army grenade You can slide on my ice like the Escapade And itchy-gitchy-yaya with the marmalade Who me? Not you, oh yes, who's he? I even dig yo' man's style, but I love yo' profile Whisper in your ear and get you all shook up But don't blush, just keep this on the hush [Chorus: The Notorious B.I.G. | Lil' Kim] I know you seen me on the video (True) I know you heard me on the radio (True) But you still don't pay me no attention Listenin' to what your girlfriends mention He's a slut, he's a ho, he's a freak Got a different girl every day of the week It's cool, not tryin' to put a rush on you I had to let you know that I got a crush on you [Verse 3: Lil' Cease | Lil' Kim] While you tryin' to catch Sea Breeze, I'm in the PV's All chrome D3's, decked out TV's CD's with crazy bass, keep my lady laced Don't be fooled by the baby face I hope ya not, 'cause your thighs got me hot Only one plan, that's to rise to the top I told you before, when I first pursued I want a interlude, in the nude You know I love the way you feel-a, sip my tequil-a Works from the dealers, full-length chinchilla Heat up the clutch, seven-fifty deluxe Then we speed down the hutch, breakin' trees in the dutch I'm not the one you sleep wit', to eat quick Want a cheap trick, better go down to FreakNik You got to hit me off, buy this girl gifts of course So I look sick in my six with my Christian LaCroix [Chorus: The Notorious B.I.G. | Lil' Kim] I know you seen me on the video (True) I know you heard me on the radio (True) But you still don't pay me no attention Listenin' to what your girlfriends mention He's a slut, he's a ho, he's a freak Got a different girl every day of the week It's cool, not tryin' to put a rush on you I had to let you know that I got a crush on you I know you seen me on the video (True) I know you heard me on the radio (True) But you still don't pay me no attention Listenin' to what your girlfriends mention He's a slut, he's a ho, he's a freak Got a different girl every day of the week It's cool, not tryin' to put a rush on you I had to let you know that I got a crush on you I know you seen me on the video (True) I know you heard me on the radio (True) But you still don't pay me no attention Listenin' to what your girlfriends mention He's a slut, he's a ho, he's a freak Got a different girl every day of the week It's cool, not tryin' to put a rush on you I had to let you know that I got a crush on you I know you seen me on the video (True) I know you heard me on the radio (True) But you still don't pay me no attention Listenin' to what your girlfriends mention He's a slut, he's a ho, he's a freak Got a different girl every day of the week It's cool, not tryin' to put a rush on you I had to let you know that I got a crush on you20

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Feel It

Three 6 Mafia

[Tiësto - Intro] DJ turn the music up I wanna feel it It [DJ Paul - Intro] Three 6 Mafia! Kingston, Hypnotize Minds! Hey, Tiësto! Rock, let's go! [Chorus: Sean Kingston] I say DJ turn the music up (Up!) And send another round over to my cup (Cup!) I wanna feel it (Ho!) Oh, oh, ohhh-ohh I wanna feel it (HO!) Oh, oh, ohhh-ohh [Verse 1: Juicy J] Say, I'm at the bar, gonna have a barre Sippin Ketel One, stumblin to the car But I don't wanna leave cause it's too crunk And these girls got a lotta junk in the trunk Red bones (red bones), black bones (black bones) White chocolates (chocolates), big tones (big tones) Breakin them backs, it's on I'm a gigolo and it's gone A freak of the week, tryna get a piece She better know how the boom stay wit the beat All on the floor, I gotta get this Shakin that ass and I'm all in her ear sayin I'm in the club, gettin wasted Drink so much, I cain't even taste it Girls on the floor, I gotta get this Shakin that ass and I'm all in her ear sayin See Three 6 Mafia LiveGet tickets as low as $62You might also like[Chorus: Sean Kingston] I say DJ turn the music up (Up!) And send another round over to my cup (Cup!) I wanna feel it (Ho!) Oh, oh, ohhh-ohh I wanna feel it (Ho!) Oh, oh, ohhh-ohh Let the music drop (Drop!) We goin all night, make the party rock (Rock!) I wanna feel it (Ho!) Oh, oh, ohhh-ohh I wanna feel it (Ho!) Oh, oh, ohhh-ohh [Verse 2: DJ Paul] Yeah! She-she went face down (down!) And she went ass up (up!) I seen her gettin it for free, so I put my money up But we hit that bar hard The drinks keep flowin and flowin She make that booty pop It just keep growin and growin You know I had to get 'er Gotta hit 'er up on where we on Cause ain't nothin in the world Better than a drunk and hot girl That'll break it (down down down down down down down) To the (ground ground ground ground ground ground ground ground) [Chorus: Sean Kingston] I say DJ turn the music up (Up!) And send another round over to my cup (Cup!) I wanna feel it (Ho!) Oh, oh, ohhh-ohh I wanna feel it (Ho!) Oh, oh, ohhh-ohh [Verse 3: Flo Rida] Hey! I gotta stunt like it's the first of the month In the projects, just got paid DJ, keep it comin, keep on breakin 'em off And bring it back just for the hood sake Still spendin gwap for the women, they fly Reppin the bottom, ain't got it, no lie Travel the world in the G4 alot Poe Boy the family and we get it hot I got the beat where the music is live Rock to the beat like my name can survive Give me that heat 'tll we all feel the fire I'm in the streets, but the club get me high Partaaay! Get shinin to rock the body The fellas on the dock, the shade's bacarri We do it non-stop, get on Barcardi 151 and act retarded [Chorus: Sean Kingston] DJ turn the music up And send another round over to my cup I wanna feel (Hey!) Feel I say DJ turn the music up (Up!) And send another round over to my cup (Cup!) I wanna feel it (Ho!) Oh, oh, ohhh-ohh I wanna feel it (Ho!) Oh, oh, ohhh-ohh DJ let the music drop (Drop!) We goin all night, make the party rock (Rock!) I wanna feel it (Ho!) Oh, oh, ohhh-ohh I wanna feel it (Ho!) Oh, oh, ohhh-ohh2

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Rollout (My Business)

Ludacris

[Intro] Rollout, rollout Rollout, rollout Rollout, rollout Rollout, rollout [Chorus] (Rollout) I got my twin Glock .40's (Rollout) cocked back (Rollout) Me and my homies (Rollout), so drop that (Rollout) We rollin' on twenties, (Rollout) with the top back (Rollout) So much money (Rollout) you can't stop that (Rollout) Twin Glock .40's (Rollout) cocked back (Rollout) Me and my homies (Rollout), so drop that (Rollout) We rollin' on twenties, (Rollout) with the top back (Rollout) So much money (Rollout) you can't stop that [Verse 1] Now, where'd you get that platinum chain with them diamonds in it? Where'd you get that matchin' Benz with them windows tinted? Who them girls you be with when you be ridin' through? Man, I ain't got nothin' to prove, I paid my dues, breakin' the rules, I shake fools while I'm takin' a cruise Tell me who's your weed man, and how do you smoke so good? You's a superstar, boy, why you still up in the hood? What in the world is in that bag? What you got in that bag? A couple of cans of whoop ass, you did a good-ass job of just eyein' me, spyin' me See Ludacris LiveGet tickets as low as $37You might also like[Chorus] (Rollout) I got my twin Glock .40's (Rollout) cocked back (Rollout) Me and my homies (Rollout), so drop that (Rollout) We rollin' on twenties, (Rollout) with the top back (Rollout) So much money (Rollout) you can't stop that (Rollout) Twin Glock .40's (Rollout) cocked back (Rollout) Me and my homies (Rollout), so drop that (Rollout) We rollin' on twenties, (Rollout) with the top back (Rollout) So much money (Rollout) you can't stop that [Verse 2] Man, that car don't come out until next year, where in the fuck did you get it? That's eighty thousand bucks gone, where in the fuck did you spend it? You must have eyes on your back 'cause you got money to the ceilin' And the bigger the cap, the bigger the peelin', the better I'm feelin', the more that I'm chillin', winnin', drillin' and killin' the feelin' Now, who's that bucked naked cook fixin' three course meals? Gettin' goosebumps when her body taps the six inch heels What in the world is in that room, what you got in that room? A couple of gats, a couple of knives, a couple of rats, a couple of wives, now it's time to choose [Chorus] (Rollout) I got my twin Glock .40's (Rollout) cocked back (Rollout) Me and my homies (Rollout), so drop that (Rollout) We rollin' on twenties, (Rollout) with the top back (Rollout) So much money (Rollout) you can't stop that (Rollout) Twin Glock .40's (Rollout) cocked back (Rollout) Me and my homies (Rollout), so drop that (Rollout) We rollin' on twenties, (Rollout) with the top back (Rollout) So much money (Rollout) you can't stop that [Verse 3] Are you custom made, custom paid, or you just custom fitted? PlayStation 2 up in the ride, is that Lorenzo-kitted? Is that your wife, your girlfriend or just your main bitch? You take a pick, while I'm rubbin' the hips, touchin' lips to the top of the dick and then, "Whew" Now, tell me who's your housekeeper, and what you keep in your house? What about diamonds and gold, is that what you keep in your mouth? What in the world is in that case, what you got in that case? Get up out my face, you couldn't relate, wait to take place at a similar pace, so shake, shake it [Chorus] (Rollout) I got my twin Glock .40's (Rollout) cocked back (Rollout) Me and my homies (Rollout), so drop that (Rollout) We rollin' on twenties, (Rollout) with the top back (Rollout) So much money (Rollout) you can't stop that (Rollout) Twin Glock .40's (Rollout) cocked back (Rollout) Me and my homies (Rollout), so drop that (Rollout) We rollin' on twenties, (Rollout) with the top back (Rollout) So much money (Rollout) you can't stop that [Outro] Get out my business, my business Stay the fuck up out my business, ah 'Cause these niggas all up in my shit And it's my business, my business Stay the fuck up out my business 'Cause it's mine, oh, mine My business, my business Stay the fuck up out my business 'Cause these niggas all up in my shit And it's my business, my business Stay the fuck up out my business 'Cause it's mine, oh, mine Ah, ah, Timbaland, Ludacris Disturbing Tha Peace (Woo) [Skit] Yeah, uh, c'mon, what's up? What's up? Come here (Ugh) Come here, go to sleep (Uh) Go to sleep right now (Ahh), right now (Ugh) Go to sleep, go to sleep Go to sleep (Ah-uhh) Go to sleep (Ahh)11

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Real Niggaz

JAY-Z

[Chorus: Jay-Z] Real niggas do real things Hanging with the honeys is the song I sing Real niggas do real things On the road to riches and diamond rings Real niggas do real things Bustin' my toast off the roof, drinkin' 90 proof 'til spring Real niggas do real things, check [Verse 1: Jay-Z] We started out makin', small time bacon Two little niggas bakin', talkin' 'bout whippin' cakes Get clothin' and big cheddar, hopin it gets better We had no knowledge of this shit we just was with whatever In front of your building clockin', thought I was makin' a killin' Right in front of your children, eight-ball in my side pocket They was corrupt too, disrespectin' the fiends I used to Look up to, take it or leave it, fuck you In different parts of the planet, Oakland to New York I'm hollerin' Lifetimes, he hollerin' Life's Too $hort Parallel lives and jew-els held high The Range or the rove, get exchanged, for your soul You know how the game goes, slang to get cheese And speak in Chinese, everybody gains the same dough Get your shit scarred fuckin' with my sick squad From Marcy, to the Bay y'all, we get large, bee-eeyee-otch You might also like[Chorus: Jay-Z] On the road to riches and diamond rings Real niggas do real things Hangin' with the honies is the song I sing Real niggas do real things On the road to riches and diamond rings Real niggas do real things Bustin' my toast off the roof, drinkin' 90 proof 'til spring Real niggas do real things [Verse 2: Too $hort] So now you own a record label, I got one too We on a roll now, can't nobody stop our crew You can treat us like convicts, you know we got records On the shelf and on the charts the double decker The fat donkey house down the block, belongs to me You criticize the way I walk, you wanna see my bankbook? I'm not a crook, I flipped the script and changed my ways So I can get paid, everyday I see the same old shit, I see in the streets I know you think I'm sellin' keys but I only sell beats Dopefiend music, it's drug related You can buy it on the corner, get a radio and play it It always sounds better when you turn it up loud Rap music let these motherfuckers know what we about I know these gay ass record labels keep fuckin' niggas It's just like in the streets mane, how much you get? [Chorus: Jay-Z] On the road to riches and diamond rings Real niggas do real things Hangin' with the honies is the song I sing Real niggas do real things On the road to riches and diamond rings Real niggas do real things Bustin' my toast off the roof, drinkin' 90 proof 'til spring Real niggas do real things [Verse 3: Too $hort (Jay-Z)] That's right, I been a hustler for a long time Always got the right beats, never sayin' wrong rhymes I started off with nothin' ended up with everything Now we sip Hennessy in first class on every plane Ask Jay-Z, he know what I'm sayin' Always see me at the bank and yes I'm goin' again There ain't no dollar amount, that can make me happy Fine women, a big house, a truck and a Caddy (that's right) [Verse 4: Jay-Z] Now peep, how sweet, niggas lives can get Put beef aside, the East and Westside connect $hort Dawg, and Jigga with the, fo'-fo' flow I got love for y'all motherfuckers y'all just don't know I know y'all got a thing for them rag six-fo's I like the five speed drops pop the clutch then go If you're ballin', keep ballin', if you jealous, stop I want Biggie to rest in peace, as well as 'Pac How real is that? [Chorus: Jay-Z] On the road to riches and diamond rings Real niggas do real things Hangin' with the honies is the song I sing Real niggas do real things On the road to riches and diamond rings Real niggas do real things Bustin' my toast off the roof, drinkin' 90 proof 'til spring Real niggas do real things, check [Outro: Too $hort & Jay-Z] Beyotch! $hort Dawg's in the house Jigga Much love $hort Dawg, get your money mane All the way from the West coast Uhh, how real is that4

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When A Woman Loves

R. Kelly

[Chorus] When a woman loves She, she loves for real When a woman loves She, she, she loves for real [Verse 1] She took me back After I broke her heart About a thousand times She gave her life to me With no regrets, she followed me And she, and she, the girl, she raised me And I'm forever indebted And I'm forever indebted I'm forever indebted to her 'cause... [Chorus] When a woman loves She, she, she loves for real When a woman loves She, she, she loves for real, oh [Verse 2] She filled my soul With the very touch of her hand She really did And she’s got more, more faith in me than a beach got sand And I'd like to tell her, I'd like to tell her That I’m forever indebted That I’m forever indebted I’m forever indebted to her 'cause... You might also like[Chorus] When a woman loves She, she, she loves for real, yeah, yeah [Bridge] See, a woman's love, it will never die, no Even when I’m dead and gone I’m gonna love her from the sky 'Cause she’s given me Something that no other woman has given me Woo-hoo, when I think about the girl, it makes me sing [Chorus] When, when, when, when, when a When a, woman, loves She loves for real, oh When a woman loves, loves, loves I'm telling you when she loves She, she loves for real, yeah [Outro] Woo-hoo When she loves (when she loves) When she loves (when she loves) When she loves (when she loves) Oh, When she loves (when she loves) When she loves (when she loves) When she loves (when she loves) She (when she loves) She (when she loves) She loves for real Thank you3

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Drop the Bomb on ’Em

Eminem

[Intro] Yeah, boy Dem better ring the alarm, boy Dem know what's comin', boy Buck! Buck! Buck! Haha Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah [Verse 1] Oh my God, fuckin' bomboclaat I'm hard as Kenard, the little boy who shot Omar in The Wire Tie a whore up with barbed wire, you're nothing but a bra, boy I'm the real deal, and charbroil her on the bonfire And bon voyage, bitch, I'm like Chef Boyardee In this bitch, send a bomb to my mom's lawyer I'm a problem for you, boy, you think you're Tom Sawyer 'Til I pull you out the fuckin' storybook and stomp on ya Fuckin' fictitional characters and fairy tales Prepare yourself for Captain America on Ferris wheels But it ain't fiction, it's fact, boy, beware, it's real you wield equal zero to a hero's shield Mr. Fly-By-The-Seat-Of-His-Pants parasail Fall, hit the trampoline, bounce and grab a pair of stilts And I ain't wearin' zilch, zip, zero, nothing, no, nada Like your father fuckin' your mother [Chorus] Drop the bomb on 'em Please don't drop the bomb on me Shady, please, please don't drop the bomb on me Drop the bomb on 'em I don't want no doggone beef, see Ain't no reason to sic the dogs on me Drop the bomb on 'em Please don't drop the bomb on me Shady, please, please don't drop the bomb on me Drop the bomb on 'em I don't want no doggone beef, see Ain't no reason to sic the dogs on me You might also like[Verse 2] Boy, I'm the Real McCoy, you little boys can't even fill voids Party's over, kids, kill the noise, here come the killjoys Me and Dre the steel alloys, the Rap Crown Royals Who scalp cowboys, now, how that sound for you? Yeah, boy, you know we're 'bout to put it down for you So kick your shoes off in the foyer, have a sound voyage And sayonara, see you fuckers tomorrow Get some R&R and marinate in some marinara And have a Coke and a smile, don't make me open a jar Of whip-ass on ya, that's the last straw you're hopin' to draw Yeah, you're fresher than most, boy, I'm just doper than all Boy, I'm that boy, boy, them boys, them no up to par I just show up, go up to the stage and blow up the spot There ain't no boy who can do what I do, boy, I'm a star Boy, I told you, boy, I'm a soldier boy, I'm Deshaun Holton in this bitch, I'm the proof, boy, you're a fraud I'll destroy you, boy, fuck around and blow you to sod Oh my God, boy, you didn't go there, no, you did not I got a whole storyboard for you, boy, you're the plot You're gettin' got, whether you try to avoid it or not Apology not accepted, boy, Detroit is a rock We get to beefin', ain't no tellin' at what point it'll stop All I got to do is point to the spot when the bomb drops Boy, does it drop and when it does, boy, there's a problem [Chorus] Drop the bomb on 'em Please don't drop the bomb on me Shady, please, please don't drop the bomb on me Drop the bomb on 'em I don't want no doggone beef, see Ain't no reason to sic the dogs on me Drop the bomb on 'em Please don't drop the bomb on me Shady, please, please don't drop the bomb on me Drop the bomb on 'em I don't want no doggone beef, see Ain't no reason to sic the dogs on me [Verse 3] Boy, don't jinx yourself, boy, I'm Micheal Spinks with the belt Stringer Bell, boy, my name rings bells for itself I'm sick as hell, boy, you better run and tell someone else Bringin' hell, boy, singin' telegrams and get dealt And to that boy on them sedative meds who said he was better I bet he never seen Freddy in a black and red little sweater Back, better than ever, the cheddar shredder, the grater The beef grinder, I'll settle vendettas a little later Givin' haters incubators, think you made a mistake By sayin' Shady was ghost, I ain't even close to the gate You got one foot in the grave, just stay put and behave I'm 'bout to turn this fuckin' place to Beirut in a day So, hey, wouldn't you say I'm the shit? Couldn't agree with you more If you were to say that my fuckin' shit doesn't stink Shady-fuckin'-Aftermath, boy, the ship doesn't sink It just floats in the fuckin' water 'til we fill up the tank [Chorus] Drop the bomb on 'em Please don't drop the bomb on me Shady, please, please don't drop the bomb on me Drop the bomb on 'em I don't want no doggone beef, see Ain't no reason to sic the dogs on me Drop the bomb on 'em Please don't drop the bomb on me Shady, please, please don't drop the bomb on me Drop the bomb on 'em I don't want no doggone beef, see Ain't no reason to sic the dogs on me37

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Peace Sign/Index Down

Gym Class Heroes

[Intro: Travie McCoy] Gym Class Heroes. Cool and Dre This is. You silly for this one Whats wrong with me? Its Travie Why you doing this to me? Ha ha [Verse 1: Travie McCoy] I started rappin, back of the class, scribbling tracks in hopes That one of my jokes a have the pretty young things laughing A chubby little bastard with a nack for little debbie snacks But what I lacked in looks I made up for it in passion No advance and plus we make it happen And ya concious more obnoxious in that laffy taffy snappin Goodbye yesterday's rags, hello high fashion Years before you's a man, then built a castle with sand With no regards for tidal waves I finally established Til water comes in gallon drums and wipes away my palace But now I'm sitting lovely off in wonderland with Alice With purple people passing me at the caterpillars chalice Ha ha, you probably thinking I'm wrong right Like I should quit writing these songs right Tell you what, do it better I just might Take it back to 86 you wanna lick sike [Bridge 1: Travie McCoy] Don't let the tv mislead you, me and you dude we are not equal Fuck you this is for my people, fuck you this is for my people Don't try to hide like I can't see you Your parents must a been trans you so see through Fuck you this is for my people, fuck you this is for my people You might also like[Hook: Travie McCoy] Put up ya peace sign put ya index down Put up ya peace sign put ya index down Put up ya peace sign put ya index down Put up ya peace sign put ya index down [Verse 2 :Busta Rhymes] Before I utter words and before I start to begin Let me make sure you clear I'm about securring the win I puzzle up my words while I piece another concoction Cause I'm stubborn with the thought that failure is never an option I grinds like a carpenter til my calluses bleed With the passion from my heart to the many mouths that I feed That's why I look at most of you stupid I know its odd Because you can't really do nothing to me unless you God Well being that none of you ain't him You can't fuck with me now watch me erase them Now trust me see I'm so determined I'm walking through the heap of gauntlets how the fire was burning Or how the tire was turning on the rim of the V I laugh and shake it off the shit they be doing to me With all the yappin and talking and so and so You think that you could ever stop the kid OH NO [Bridge 2: Busta Rhymes] So if you get in my way, you know you done son You best believe what I say, you better run son Fuck you because I do this for my loved ones Fuck you because I do this for my loved ones You better kneel down and pray, cause where I come from We going hard everyday, that's how the fights won Fuck you because I do this for my loved ones Fuck you because I do this for my loved ones [Hook: Busta Rhymes] Put up the peace sign put the index down Put up the peace sign put the index down Put up the peace sign put the index down Put up the peace sign put the index down [Verse 3: Travie McCoy] Look mom no hands (no hands) Your little boys a man (god damn) Everything you said is finally setting in The training wheels fell off and I kept pedaling Now I'm riding wheelies on this industry Say the word and I'll ghost ride this bitch instantly Good looking pop all the strength that you giving me Wasn't for you GymClass would be history I'm on my upstate shit I was Brooklyn broke but now I'm upstate rich Getting brain from two dames with french accents I don't mess with local chicks I get em upstate shipped Ha, you probably thinking I'm wrong right Like I should quit writing these song right Tell you what, do it better I just might Take it back to 86 you wanna lick sike [Bridge 3: Travie McCoy] Now its a lot of y'all that can't stand me Cause my resemblance to Prince is uncanny But fuck you this is for my family, fuck you this is for my family Upstate New York to Miami, Up late recording in my jamies I do it for my family, fuck you this is for my family [Extended Hook: Travie McCoy] Put up the peace sign put the index down Put up the peace sign put the index down Put up the peace sign put the index down Put up the peace sign put the index down Put up the peace sign put the index down Put up the peace sign put the index down Put up the peace sign put the index down Put up the peace sign put the index down3

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Like Me

Tyga

[Hook] Uh yea bitch I’m balling, bitch I’m balling Bet you nigga, he ain’t balling (like me) Yea, bitches choosing and they calling Cause I’m balling said they wanna fuck a nigga (like me) And my niggas paid, they ain't never gotta pay (like me) Yea bitch I’m balling, bitch I’m balling Bet you nigga, he ain’t balling (like me) [Verse 1] Uh, Tyga stripe, rally paint I’m the shit, bitch let it stink (let it stink) Rinse your eyes with my holy water, I ain’t gone take her I know that’s his only daughter, nigga whatchu thinkin? This that big bang rapper balling, huh I don’t even drink, but she alcoholic Baby sip it 'til it’s gone (yea I know it) Uh, cash like coke, bitches gotta blow it So put your number on this paper, I promise I’ll call No, I can’t called bitch I’m lying, I don’t use my phone, shit Shit is on silent all day long I don’t need no interruption when I’m making you moan Early morn, wake up, then you yawn Breakfast in bed, waffles and a little head, Roscoe’s Chickens and waffles instead, and right back to this balling shit Cause I’m balling, bitch See Tyga LiveGet tickets as low as $42You might also like[Hook] [Verse 2] Uh, hotel suite, presidential Fuck you bitching what you been through I got two doors homie, one side for my clothes Another side for my big shoes Now that’s balling, don’t think that’s balling? Motherfucker how would you know it, if you’ve never done it I turned my engine on loud, wake the neighbor, honey Life like chocolate when you getting money Rain, rain dollar bills in my dreams Bitches fighting for me like it’s Jerry Spring’ But this the Summer, Winter, they falling for me Colder than a coca cola polo, 7 degrees You know you watch T.V , separate your mind, please If you’re the bomb bitch, why you tryna tick with me Remove your top, time to pop She said she like it rough, so I beat it up, pussy punch [Verse 3] King Lazareth, living on that lavish shit Lose your mind, lose your sense Pay attention, yea you feeling me Fill my cup high as trees, relax feel the breeze All jokes aside, got a mistress on the side If you riding for me then you gone ride or die Ruff Ryder Volume 2 my love If you wanna party, got a party bus Capacity us, full moon, brandy glass So loosen your Gucci baby, lemme spank that ass Taste so good, blueberry, Raspberry Berry cherry, whip cream on that twat You can applaud that, terminator, I’ll be right back Say my name, Tyga man, screaming so loud, like I know you can [Hook] [Outro] Sound so good; make you wanna slap your Momma Young Money, Tyga Tyga, nigga5

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Last Words

Nas

[Produced by L.E.S] [Chorus: Nas & Nashawn] These are last words of a hanging slave How could I forget this I rob you, put you on my hit list Under my nails are dirty look at the grime My burnt lips from the roach clips How can I shine Being broke and bag a dope bitch Powerful minds, we brave men I blow smoke and I'ma keep sayin' These are last words of a hanging slave How could I forget this I rob you, put you on my hit list Under my nails are dirty look at the grime My burnt lips from the roach clips How can I shine Being broke and bag a dope bitch Powerful minds, we brave men I blow smoke and I'ma keep sayin' [Verse 1: Nashawn] I wanna be more than that bullet that go through ya zone Wanna be the lead that tear through ya skin and crack bones Wanna be the heat you feel makin' ya moan Wanna be the hospital bed that you lay on Wanna be the god you feel when you pray-on It's Nashawn the type that get the hyper calm I'm gonna kill somethin', rap cats be real frontin' Fuck shootin' legs, cock back put his brains on the pave Nigga how 'bout that, close range with the gauge get payed First rapper to shoot off stage Turn the front page the next day, my life is like a book A twenty four hour song without no hook Millennium Thug computer chips up in my slug Turn corners when you turn corners, know who to plug Thugs around me outside its grimy outside Better slide before you get bodied outside You might also like[Chorus: Nas & Nashawn] These are last words of a hanging slave How could I forget this I rob you, put you on my hit list Under my nails are dirty look at the grime My burnt lips from the roach clips How can I shine Being broke and bag a dope bitch Powerful minds, we brave men I blow smoke and I'ma keep sayin' These are last words of a hanging slave How could I forget this I rob you, put you on my hit list Under my nails are dirty look at the grime My burnt lips from the roach clips How can I shine Being broke and bag a dope bitch Powerful minds, we brave men I blow smoke and I'ma keep sayin' [Verse 2: Nas] I'ma prison cell six by nine Livin' hell stone wall metal bars for the gods in jail My nickname the can, the slammer, the big house I'm the place many fear 'cause there's no way out I take the sun away put misery instead When you with me most folks consider you dead I saw too many inmates fallin' apart Call for the guards to let them out at night when it's dark Convicts think they alone but if they listen close They can hear me groan touch the wall feel my pulse All the pictures you put up is stuck to my skin I hear ya prayers (even when ya whisperin') I make it hotter in the summer, colder in the winter If the court parole ya then another con enters No remorse for your tears I seen 'em too often When you cry I make you feel alive inside a coffin Watch you when you eat play with you mind when you sleep Make you dream that you free then you wake up to me Face to face with a cage no matter your age I can shatter you turn you into a savage in rage Change ya life that's if you get a chance to get out 'Cause only you and I know what sufferings about Yo it's stunnin' when bed sheets become your woman And I'm the one that gotcha weapons when the beef is comin' Maybe one day I'll open up my arms to release you You'll always be my property nigga stay legal... [Chorus: Nas & Nashawn] These are last words of a hanging slave How could I forget this I rob you, put you on my hit list Under my nails are dirty look at the grime My burnt lips from the roach clips How can I shine Being broke and bag a dope bitch Powerful minds, we brave men I blow smoke and I'ma keep sayin' These are last words of a hanging slave How could I forget this I rob you, put you on my hit list Under my nails are dirty look at the grime My burnt lips from the roach clips How can I shine Being broke and bag a dope bitch Powerful minds, we brave men I blow smoke and I'ma keep sayin' [Outro: Nas & Nashawn] These are last words of a hanging slave How could I forget this I rob you, put you on my hit list Under my nails are dirty look at the grime My burnt lips from the roach clips How can I shine Being broke and bag a dope bitch Powerful minds, we brave men I blow smoke and I'ma keep sayin'4

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This Way

Dilated Peoples

[Intro: Kanye West, Sample, Choir, & Evidence] Now turn it up (A little louder!) Turn it up (A little louder!) Turn it up (A little louder!) Can't live my, I, I can't live my I can't live my, I, I can't live Turn it up (A little louder!) I, I can't live my Can't live my life... [Verse 1: Evidence] Yeah, yo, I can't live my I, I can't live my Life this way, continually get high Instead of running 'round, lock one bird down (Yeah) It's a new day, gotta do it big just to get by (Right, right) Show no respect? Can't live that way (Nah, nah) You hold my check? Can't live that way Without my chick on deck? Can't live that way (Yeah) They say what they like, but I've been that way (Woo!) I moves calculated through the lens, almost here (Yeah) Success will be the best revenge (Yeah) Man, from Clint East' to Kanye West (What up! What up!) The sun can't chill but everyday it sets (Evidence!) [Hook: Men's Choir + (Women's Choir) & Kanye West] This time, I made up my mind This time, I'm back on my grind I know there's things in my life That I'ma let go starting tonight (I can't live my, I, I can't live my) (I can't live my, I, I can't live my) I can't live my, I, I can't live my I can't live my life This way (Can't live my, I, I can't live my) This way (I can't live my, I, I can't live my) (This Way) I can't live my, I, I can't live my I can't live my life this way (Yeah, Kanye to the) You might also like[Verse 2: Kanye West] My favorite girl wanna leave me just because I got a girlfriend My freak girl told me now, she a Christian My white girl wanna move back to Michigan (Okay) I'm pulling girls off the bench like a sixth man I'm in the club, doing the same ol' two step While Omegas doing the same ol' "Q" step (Q!) I have my money on my mind, I was thinking green She a pledge A.K.A., she was pink and green I want a good girl, she want a gentleman (Okay) We saying the same thing like a synonym I wasn't really spitting game, I was scrimmaging My penmanship so hard it need censorship (Woo!) I'm a Chicagoan 'til Chicago ends (Yeah!) Till we blow like Chicago wind I don't know what's better, getting laid or getting paid (Haha) I just know when I'm getting one, the other's getting away This way! [Hook: Choir + (Female Choir)] This time I made up my mind (Ugh) This time I'm back on my grind (Yeah) I know there's things in my life That I'mma let go starting tonight (I can't live my, I, I can't live my) (I can't live my, I, I can't live my) I can't live my, I, I can't live my I can't live my life this way (can't live my, I, I can't live my) This way (I can't live my, I, I can't live my) This way, I can't live my, I, I can't live my I can't live my life this way [Verse 3: Rakaa Iriscience] Go 'head, flip a coin so the game can start Believe I know the drama, kid name the part I learned before the hot flame came the spark It's like before the pop fame came to 'Pac But this industry'll play with your life man They playing with your rent, food, water and lights man That's why Rakaa brings it like that ol' Toddy Tee jam The Batterram then I'm off to Amsterdam To rest up for strength to deal with this weight To deal with these deals, to deal with this hate I dedicate this Jam Master Jay Run-D.M.C. showed me how to walk, this way [Hook: Choir + (Female Choir)] This time I made up my mind This time I'm back on my grind I know there's things in my life That I'mma let go starting tonight (I can't live my, I, I can't live my) (I can't live my, I, I can't live my) I can't live my, I, I can't live my I can't live my life this way (can't live my, I, I can't live my) This way (I can't live my, I, I can't live my) This way, I can't live my, I, I can't live my I can't live my life this way13

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Heat Under the Baby Seat

Lupe Fiasco

[Verse] Now little Terry got a gun he got from the store He bought it with the money he got from his chores He robbed the candy shop, told her lay down on the floor "Put the cookies in bag, take the pennies out the drawer!" Little Khalil got a gun he got from the rebels To kill the infidels and American devils A bomb on his waist, a mask on his face Prays five times a day and listens to heavy metal Little Alex got a gun he took from his dad That he snuck into school in his black book bag His black nail polish, black boots, and black hat He going to blow away the bully that just pushed his ass Little Joker got a gun he bought on the street To go and kill the niggas that beat him up last week Cause he don't let go of none of his past beefs Bullets flying out the window, shells landing on the seats Little Sarah got a gun from her Uncle Sam She got armor-piercing rounds and her gun don't jam She got laser-guided rockets, she killing to go to college She thought it was an insurgent, it was some old man Now, you can get guns on the internet AK's, Glock nines, intratecs So when you see shorty don't disrespect Watch 'A Better Tomorrow' and play Grand Theft Auto Hear a bangYou might also like

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Mama Said Knock You Out

LL Cool J

[Intro] C'mon, man And with the local DBC news LL Cool J with a triumphant comeback Word (But tonight—) [Verse 1] Don't call it a comeback, I been here for years I'm rocking my peers, putting suckas in fear Making the tears rain down like a monsoon Listen to the bass go boom Explosions, overpowering Over the competition, I'm towering Wrecking shop when I drop that'll make you call the cops Don't you dare stare, you better move Don't ever compare Me to the rest that'll all get sliced and diced Competition's paying the price [Chorus] I'm gonna knock you out (Huh) Mama said knock you out (Huh) I'm gonna knock you out (Huh) Mama said knock you out (Huh) I'm gonna knock you out (Huh) Mama said knock you out (Huh) I'm gonna knock you out (Huh) Mama said knock you out (Huh) See LL Cool J LiveGet tickets as low as $14You might also like[Verse 2] Don't you call this a regular jam I'm gonna rock this land I'm gonna take this itty-bitty world by storm And I'm just getting warm Just like Muhammad Ali, they called him Cassius Watch me bash this beat like a skull That you know I had beef with Why do you riff with me? The maniac psycho And when I pull out my jammy get ready 'cause it might go blaow How ya like me now? The Ripper will not allow You to get with, Mr. Smith, don't riff Listen to my gear shift I'm blasting, outlasting Kinda like Shaft, so you could say I'm shafting Olde English filled my mind And I came up with a funky rhyme [Chorus] I'm gonna knock you out (Huh) Mama said knock you out (Huh) I'm gonna knock you out (Huh) Mama said knock you out (Huh) I'm gonna knock you out (Huh) Mama said knock you out (Huh) I'm gonna knock you out (Huh) Mama said knock you out (Huh), breakdown [Post-Chorus] Gangster boogie, gangster boogie Gangster boogie, gangster boogie Gangster boogie, gangster boogie (Yeah) Gangster boogie, gangster boogie (Yeah) Gangster boogie, gangster boogie Gangster boogie, gangster boogie Gangster boogie, gangster boogie (Uh) Gangster boogie, gangster boogie (Huh) [Verse 3] Shadow boxing when I heard you on the radio Uh, I just don't know What made you forget that I was raw? But now I got a new tour I'm going insane Starting the hurricane, releasing pain Letting you know that you can't gain I maintain unless ya say my name Ripping, killing, digging and drilling a hole Pass the ol' gold [Chorus] I'm gonna knock you out (Huh) Mama said knock you out (Huh) I'm gonna knock you out (Huh) Mama said knock you out (Huh) I'm gonna knock you out (Huh) Mama said knock you out (Huh) I'm gonna knock you out (Huh) Mama said knock you out (Huh) [Verse 4] Shotgun blasts are heard When I rip and kill at will The man of the hour, tower of power I'll devour I'm gonna tie you up and let you Understand that I'm not your average man When I got a jammy in my hand Damn Ooh, listen to the way I slay Your crew Damage, uh, damage, uh Damage, uh, damage Destruction, terror, and mayhem Pass me a sissy-soft sucka, I'll slay him Farmers (What?) Farmers (What?) I'm ready (We ready) I think I'm gonna bomb a town (Get down) Don't you never, ever, pull my lever 'Cause I explode And my nine is easy to load I gotta thank God 'Cause he gave me the strength to rock hard [Chorus] Knock you out Mama said knock you out (Huh) I'm gonna knock you out (Huh) Mama said knock you out (Huh) I'm gonna knock you out (Huh) Mama said knock you out (Huh) I'm gonna knock you out (Huh) Mama said knock you out (Huh) [Post-Chorus] Gangster boogie, gangster boogie (Damn) Gangster boogie, gangster boogie Gangster boogie, gangster boogie Gangster boogie, gangster boogie Gangster boogie, gangster boogie Gangster boogie, gangster boogie Gangster boogie, gangster boogie Gangster boogie, gangster boogie [Outro] They all fell They all— The— They all fell They all fell I excel— They all fell I excel— They all fell I excel— They all fell I excel28

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I’m Bo Yo

Bo Burnham

[Verse 1] Now, I don't know if all boy scouts are gay As they could probably "tie the knot" in like fifty different ways Got a safe full o' cherries, 'cause I pop it and lock it A girl's like a fridge, once a week you should stock it Girl, if you're into rimmin', it's only safe if you're swimmin' But girl, don't sit on that couch, 'cause I treat my objects like women I spit fire like I just blew a demon My shit's so hot I'll leave your toilet bowl steamin' I'm gonna tear it, like the cards of the gypsies You'll bleed for so long you'll get monthly ellipses If your pants are loose, I'll replete ya You're a first time vegan and it's nice to meet ya [Chorus] I'm Bo, yo I'm the greatest rapper ever And I'll weather your weather-whether you think I'm clever or not Think you're better, you're not Don't need a sweater, I'm hot I'm a real G, shawty, that can really find your G-spot What the hell's a G-spot? [Verse 2] Go to a vagina orchard, count one, two, three Spin that plant around, you got a third world country That's right, consider yourself warned I'm offensive and creative like handicapped porn You're playing with your breasts, excuse me, can I try it ma'am? You're pushin' em together like a titty Venn diagram Look at that crack! Excuse me can I buy a gram? Right below your diaphragm, ass looks like you're hidin' ham First base, we're makin' out Second base, I'm gettin' faked out I said, third base, I'm gettin' take out And I'd try to take it home if I knew I'd take it out But I just don't know, I said I just don't care I said my flow's so cold I need a tampon from a polar bear And you can spell and smell my stink B.O. lingers and it makes you think You might also like[Chorus] Cause I'm Bo yo And I'm the greatest rapper ever And I'll weather your weather-whether you think I'm clever or not Think you're better, you're not Don't need a sweater, I'm hot You got two eyes, only got one shot, yeah Yo [Verse 3] 'Cause girls are like donuts when I be bustin' Bo nuts I can make 'em cream-filled or give them a layer of glaze I'm like Doug's friend Skeeter whenever I meet her 'Cause I skeet her so hard people call her Patty Mayonnaise Yo, my girl is epileptic 'cause she's the one I'm jerkin' with Come on, you Asian child laborer, show me what you're workin' with Oh, large machinery? 'Cause there's an inverse relationship between respect and sects I'm talking about religious sects like a Mormon sect That says you can't have sex with members of different sects But you can't have sex with members of the same sex So if the sects can't be different, the sex can't be same Then the only sex left is some left hand shame And girl I left you 'cause you left the game And if that don't feel right then you can write my name [Chorus] 'Cause I'm Bo yo I'm the greatest rapper ever And I'll weather your weather-whether you think I'm clever or not Think you're better, you're not Don't need a sweater, I'm hot If I can't think of another rhyme, then I ought to think of one Yeah, break this down, man Yo, yo [Verse 4] This isn't about ironic pigment If you're imagining this then I'm a chronic figment, yeah Feel it, ready? Man, my junk's so long that it hangs and swings So at the nude beach, people think I'm lookin for lost rings Play the skin flute, your big boy sings If you want to take it all, wear African neck rings, oh Yeah, come on Haters call me gay, but that ain't hatin' Cause I'm not homophobic, my morals are straight, and If I'm in the closet, you are below me Takin' the B-A-T out of basement, homie, yeah [Chorus] Yo, 'cause I'm Bo yo I'm the greatest rapper ever And I'll weather your weather-whether you think I'm clever or not Think you're better, you're not Don't need a sweater, I'm hot I'm a real G, that can really find your G-spot Yeah, yeah, yo, yo I'm a real G homie that can really find your G-spot, oh I'm representing you I'm representing the people from the 01982, yo [Outro] Oh my god, buy my EP on iTunes right now Go, right now, while I stall, buy it right now Out!22

ComedySpoken Word

See You In My Nightmares

Kanye West

[Intro: Kanye West & Lil Wayne] I'm cold (Yeah) I'm cold (Yeah) I'm cold (Yeah, yeah) [Refrain: Lil Wayne] I got the right to put up a fight But not quite, 'cause you cut off my light But my sight is better tonight And I might see you in my nightmare Ooh, how did you get there? 'Cause we were once a fairy tale But this is farewell, yeah [Verse 1: Kanye West] I got my life and it's my only one I got the night, I'm running from the sun So good night, I'm headed out the door Door, door, door, door After tonight, there will be no return After tonight, I'm taking off on the road I'm taking off on the road And that, you know [Chorus: Kanye West] That, you know Tell everybody that you know That I don't love you no more And that's one thing that you know, that you know You might also like[Verse 2: Kanye West] Okay, I'm back up on my grind You do you and I'm just gon' do mine You do you 'cause I'm just gon' be fine Okay, I got you out my mind And the night is young, the drinks is cold The stars is out, I'm ready to go You always thought I was always wrong Well, now you know [Chorus: Kanye West] Tell everybody, everybody that you know Tell everybody that you know That I don't love you no more And that's one thing that you know, that you know [Refrain: Lil Wayne] I got the right to put up a fight But not quite, 'cause you cut off my light But my sight is better tonight And I might see you in my nightmare Ooh, how did you'd get there? 'Cause we were once a fairy tale But this is farewell, yeah [Verse 3: Lil Wayne] Baby girl, I'm finished, I thought we were committed I thought we were cemented, I really thought we meant it But now we just repent it, and now we just resent it The clouds is in my vision, look how high that I be getting And it's all because of you, girl, we through You think your ish don't stank, but you are Mrs. P-U And I don't see you with me no more Now tell everybody that you know, that you know [Chorus: Kanye West] That, you know Tell everybody that you know That I don't love you no more And that's one thing that you know, that you know That you know Tell everybody that you know That I don't love you no more And that's one thing that you know, that you know50

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First Day of School

Soulja Boy

[Intro] First day of school, Soulja [Chorus] Hat gon' match my shoe, shirt gon' match my belt Man, I be so fly, I can't help myself Yeah, freshest in the class, freshest in the school And I bet I dress every day like it's first day of school, yeah Hat goin' match my shoe, shirt goin' match my belt Man, I be so fly, I can't help myself Yeah, freshest in the class, freshest in the school And I bet I dress every day like it's first day of school, yeah Hat goin' match my shoe, shirt goin' match my belt Man, I be so fly, I can't help myself Yeah, freshest in the class, freshest in the school And I bet I dress every day like it's first day of school, yeah [Verse 1] That boy there be clean and that boy that be fresh boy And that boy that be seen and that got on dimes boy And that boy that be fresh, that boy that smell like coburr That boy there he clean, that boy right there he turned up That boy that boy clean yeah, that boy that boy fresh aww That boy that boy swagging, they can't help that boy he got that pretty boy swag He got them girls going crazy, Gucci served polo draw aww man he crazy Man that boy that fresh (oh!), man that boy that clean man Man that boy he rocked them J's that you ain't never seen yeah (oh!) Man that boy that fresh yoo, man that boy there clean man Soulja Boy that boy that got the fresh you've ever seen, first day See Soulja Boy LiveGet tickets as low as $54You might also like[Chorus] Hat gon' match my shoe, shirt gon' match my belt Man, I be so fly, I can't help myself Yeah, freshest in the class, freshest in the school And I bet I dress every day like it's first day of school, yeah Hat goin' match my shoe, shirt goin' match my belt Man, I be so fly, I can't help myself Yeah, freshest in the class, freshest in the school And I bet I dress every day like it's first day of school, yeah Hat goin' match my shoe, shirt goin' match my belt Man, I be so fly, I can't help myself Yeah, freshest in the class, freshest in the school And I bet I dress every day like it's first day of school, yeah [Verse 2] What they do, Soulja? Man they tried to jock my swag, Soulja Boy duplicate Can I get that back? Freshest in the class, yeah I know they hatin' Cleanest nigga in the school, class 08 I swear it Soulja, boy I told ya Back then when I was inside Penola I did days drive top in my Rova I hate to say it but god damn I took ova S.Beezy [Chorus] Hat gon' match my shoe, shirt gon' match my belt Man, I be so fly, I can't help myself Yeah, freshest in the class, freshest in the school And I bet I dress every day like it's first day of school, yeah Hat goin' match my shoe, shirt goin' match my belt Man, I be so fly, I can't help myself Yeah, freshest in the class, freshest in the school And I bet I dress every day like it's first day of school, yeah Hat goin' match my shoe, shirt goin' match my belt Man, I be so fly, I can't help myself Yeah, freshest in the class, freshest in the school And I bet I dress every day like it's first day of school, yeah3

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Apologize

Kanye West

[Intro] Ah-ahem There's something I did There's something I can explain how to- I can't speak for everybody but, um, man [Verse 1] It must be more good women than men, percentage-wise So her chance of having a husband just minimized That's why a lot of girls claim they ain't into guys (Haha) And mess with other girls part-time to improvise (Haha) I knew she wasn’t bi, no, I seen it in her eyes But I'm like any other guy trying to get in her thighs She telling me 'bout how black people should enterprise (Haha) And I'm like, if you don't get your ass in this ride from Enterprise (Haha) That I rented yesterday and gotta have in by five With the gas fully filled up like I didn't drive Told her I had a girl, dawg, fuck it, I didn't lie (Haha) Told her this rap game is alright, I'm just getting by (Haha) She had a little weed and we get a little high And I'm looking in her eyes and I'm loving her vibe Told me back in '95, she fell in love with the Tribe (Haha) Boo, back in '92, I was just like you (Haha) Please, don't be confused by the ice and jewels I'm like any other nigga, buy ice to stay cool Like any other nigga that claim they hate school (Haha) And think, "Yeah, Free's banging but she's no Rachel" (Haha) You might also like[Chorus] We ball 'til we fall, hit the mall. after we hit, don't call We fill your lives with nothing but lies (Haha) and I would like to apologize (Haha) We ball 'til we fall, hit the mall, after we hit, don't call We fill your lives with nothing but lies (Haha) and I would like to apologize (Haha) But you can't stand right here and tell me everything is going to be alright (Haha) 'Cause until that a real (Haha) man stands up, I'm going to have to improvise (Haha) [Verse 2] Was it something I did wrong? (Haha) Yeah, I know I'm wrong She's at home alone and I'm always gone Hate it when she mad but more when she passive (Haha) Now she on the internet, looking for classes (Haha) Out of state though, man, that hurt, yo But I got work though, and I'm at work, yo And she don't call a lot And when she do, she pouring out her heart (Haha) "You never listen to me," then the call drop, hmm And I promised her everything Told her when I get a deal, I'll get her a wedding ring But when I got my deal, I was back in the ring (Haha) Fighting my urges, strip club splurges (Haha) Never had money, so I felt like a virgin And I'm trying to break the bank's cherry Tryna see, can I afford Canaries With a Ferrari (Haha) and a dinner date with Halle Berry? (Haha) Went from fifty G's to fifteen hundred in a week Now I'm trying to call One ring, two rings, seven rings, eight rings Her mother picked up the phone (Haha) Like, "She in school and she don't stay here no more" (Haha) I guess there's more good women than men, percentage-wise So her chance of having a husband just minimized I guess that's why she says she ain't into guys (Haha) And focus on school full-time to improvise (Haha) [Chorus] We ball 'til we fall, hit the mall. after we hit, don't call We fill your lives with nothing but lies (Haha) and I would like to apologize (Haha) We ball 'til we fall, hit the mall, after we hit, don't call We fill your lives with nothing but lies (Haha) and I would like to apologize (Haha) But you can't stand right here and tell me everything is going to be alright (Haha) 'Cause until that real (Haha) man stands up, I'm going to have to improvise (Haha) You can't stand right here and tell me everything is going to be alright (Haha) 'Cause until that (Haha) man stands up, I'm going to have to improvise (Haha) You can't stand right here and tell me everything is going to be alright (Haha) 'Cause until that (Haha) man stands up, I'm going to have to improvise (Haha)11

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Mean Mug

Soulja Boy

[Intro: Soulja Boy] Soulja! [Verse 1: Soulja Boy, 50 Cent & Both] My flow sicker, your dough thick? Well, my dough thicker You talk shit, I will kick your door, nigga I call my goons, my brand new chopper is coming soon AK-47 got 'em dialing 911 I pull that trigger, y'all fuck with my lil' nigga I come through, get ya, hop out, them hollows hit ya Keep thinking it's a game, niggas ain't playin' Soulja Boy, I'll bust your brain Nigga talking all that shit, y'all niggas cannot represent Fucking with a young ass killer, young ass gorilla Nigga, I'll split ya, I'll deal with ya, knife stick ya, ice pick ya Run for your life, nigga, I won't tell ya twice Bitch, go run, do the Dougie, all the gangstas, they love me These hoes, they be all on me, they can't help that they want me They want me back I'm on another level, bitch, you heard me say that, didn't you? S.O.D, I never mentioned you because you not worthy Yeah, we royalty, don't talk to me, bitch, you not worthy [Chorus: Soulja Boy, with 50 Cent] Mean mug? Nigga, you gon' mug who? Rob me? Nigga, we gon' rob you Choppers on me, niggas, we don't give a fuck I'm in the club, nigga, fuck your mean mug Fuck your mean mug, nigga, fuck your mean mug Fuck your mean mug, nigga, fuck your mean mug Fuck your mean mug, nigga, fuck your mean mug Fuck your mean mug, nigga, fuck your mean mug See Soulja Boy LiveGet tickets as low as $54You might also like[Verse 2: 50 Cent & Soulja Boy] When I'm trippin', I'm twisted, I slap my clip in When I flip, ho, duck down when I start gettin' I'm iced out, bitch, my neck and my ears drippin' I lost count, all this paper I be gettin' Any fucking game, nigga, pass me the ball And watch a nigga ball, I'm Gucci to the drawers I'm money over all, I don't really give a fuck Tatted on my neck and throat and them girls lick me up Lick me up 'til I pop, shawty swallow every drop From the balls to the top, she must do this shit a lot She's a freak, she's a pro, got that paper, it's a go Bring the kush, bring the dro, she might bless you on the low Man, that's why I picked you off the ground If you make a fucking sound Disrespect my fucking crew, bitch, is you a fucking clown? Get the fuck back, nigga, we up in the club High as fuck, talk shit and you gon' get dropped [Chorus: Soulja Boy, with 50 Cent] Mean mug? Nigga, you gon' mug who? Rob me? Nigga, we gon' rob you Choppers on me, niggas, we don't give a fuck I'm in the club, nigga, fuck your mean mug Fuck your mean mug, nigga, fuck your mean mug Fuck your mean mug, nigga, fuck your mean mug Fuck your mean mug, nigga, fuck your mean mug Fuck your mean mug, nigga, fuck your mean mug [Outro: 50 Cent] Yeah, misery loves company, nigga I'll send you to see yo' dead motherfuckin' homies Come right close to you, 187 to most of you Chop-Choppin' out the window Fuck is the matter with yo' face, nigga? What the fuck is you lookin at? I will spin that motherfuckin' barrel at you, nigga Try me, ooh, I want you to try me, nigga!8

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Hyyerr

Kid Cudi

[Intro: Kid Cudi & Chip Tha Ripper] Easy, ahh This is Easy Sunday Morning And we're right here on a beautiful morning In Cleveland, Ohio, and it's chilly today The kids are going to school, the grass is frosty (This should be my) Let's take it on, on the ride-ide out (Theme song) In the morning (To life) Hello Cleveland (Hahah) Yeah [Verse 1: Chip Tha Ripper] A nigga like me be so gone Eyes so low that a nigga gotta throw his locs on "Wonder what them folks on?" That's what they be askin' Dumb kush we smokes on, smell it when a nigga passin' We gettin' to the cash and, you can see a nigga shinin' Just a little gold, a couple hoes, couple, two, three diamonds Up in the hood where you find him 'Less he out on the road ('Less he out on the road) Every show got a bag full of blow and Patron All my niggas getting throwed like they 'posed to Cause life is short and filled with lots of grief and doubt So I just, pull that bag of colorful frosty leaves on out And free my scalp, I need to free my mind a puff at a time I'm up all the time, I'm up on the grind So a Red Bull and a blunt would be fine Just wanna feel fine, just wanna kill time Just wanna relax and think of a rhyme Don't really like sippin' cause I get to trippin' My nigga, just roll up a heap of that pine And only bring a little bit for the trip Just in case we get blurped by 5-0 "Sir, you look high", I know, but I prefer my eyes low See Kid Cudi LiveGet tickets as low as $103You might also like[Chorus: Chip Tha Ripper] And we get higher, and higher And higher, and higher And we get higher, and higher And higher, and higher You know we get higher, and higher And higher, and higher You know we get higher, so higher Oh-oh-oh, oh yeah, we get so high [Verse 2: Kid Cudi] Yeah, they say, "Easy friend" There he go talkin' 'bout weed again Probably cause of all that weed in him, yes and no Cause and effect is what most don't know Doing bad or like Mike said could be doing wrong Forget about the obvious context of song Put your brain where it belong Can't we just all get a bong and tag along? And we float, we kids with hope Better to cope when you smoke Dawg, please don't miss What a nigga tryna get you thinking 'bout We outside because my mama in the house Puff-puff-pass with your bitch-ass Back in high school, smoked weed when I cut class And now I'm an addict, tragic, stay rolling up while reclining I be looking down, see my Jesus piece shining Good look, Yeezy, now I stay blinded by that light Somebody pass me that shell to the right Yes, I'm going, I'll be outtie, and you can find me I'll be chilling back, I'll be chilling, Jack Let's go [Chorus: Chip Tha Ripper] And we get higher, and higher And higher, and higher And we get higher, and higher And higher, and higher You know we get higher, and higher And higher, and higher You know we get higher, so higher Oh-oh-oh, oh yeah, we get so high24

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Don’t Play This Song

Kid Cudi

[Intro] Hey, let's have some fun this time [Chorus: Kid Cudi, Kid Cudi & Mary J. Blige] Wanna know what it sound like when I'm not on drugs? Please, please don't play this song R-r-r-r-right, r-right, r-right, right, right Trying to get my mind, my mind, my mind, right, right People think they really being helpful By telling me please be careful, yeah right R-r-right, r-right, right, right Please, please don't play this song Yeah, haha [Verse 1] Pain, hurt, sadness, and loneliness Balled all that shit right up Tossed it away to the bottomless pit The part of my mind that slips And the part of my mind so sick I don't even like to take the trip unless I'm sloppy drunk I pray for my mom, how a teach had a son That never gave a fuck about a scantron? All I wanted was to be a human being And show all the world some new colors and scenes Imagine all types of beautiful scenery I remember when I first had trees Smoked out a Black and Mild, so dumb of me Now, I'm grape Cigarillo man Any young black kid, guaranteed fan Hold it down, humble pie on the humble And I treat normal girls like models Reckless and young, and my, my mom's calling Think I should hit decline I'm numb faced while I'm thinking 'bout suicide See Kid Cudi LiveGet tickets as low as $103You might also like[Chorus: Kid Cudi, Mary J. Blige, Kid Cudi & Mary J. Blige] Wanna know what it sound like when I'm not on drugs? Please, please don't play this song (Please don't play this song) R-r-r-r-right, r-right, r-right, right, right (Right) Trying to get my mind, my mind, my mind, right, right People think they really being helpful By telling me please be careful, yeah right R-r-right, r-right, right, right (Hey, whoa) Please, please don't play this song (Yeah, hey) [Verse 2] Black Robin Hood, riding high just like we should You know the saying, ain't no delaying Gotta gets the getting while the getting's good Yeah, demented, my brain was forced to transform Wise up, I'm checking the gate On humble tales and minimum wage The blogs tell it, "Cudi's lame Wearing a kilt? He must be gay" Let's keep it trill, fuck being discreet But some girls tweet how they miss my meat Yeah, Cudders; HBO, that Vitamin Water That's money to blow 'cause it's money for blow Don't take no shit, you can blame my ma I'm in the maze, I'm in a daze, I'm losing it I'm locking in my rocketship I'll be a blip on your radar, bitch Feels like things can be covered Until the day I'm above myself, hovered [Chorus: Kid Cudi, Mary J. Blige, Kid Cudi & Mary J. Blige] Wanna know what it sound like when I'm not on drugs? Please, please don't play this song R-r-r-r-right, r-right, r-right, right, right (—ight) Trying to get my mind, my mind, my mind, right, right People think they really being helpful By telling me please be careful, yeah right (Me) R-r-right, r-right, r-right, right, right (They thinking 'bout me) Please, please don't play this song, aha [Outro: Kid Cudi, Mary J. Blige] Mmm (Ooh-ooh) Yeah (Ooh) Yeah (Ooh) Mmm (I say ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, ah) Mmm (Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, ah) Mmm31

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Careful What You Wish For

Eminem

[Intro] "Breaking news: Detroit rapper Eminem cancels his sold-out European tour to check himself into rehab after admitting an addiction to sleep medication We'll have more on this story as it develops" "Shady Records recording artist Obie Trice has apparently survived a gunshot to the head in what appears to be a random drive-by shooting Meanwhile, Eminem is rumored to be alienated--" "On again/off again relationship with..." "This just in, a tour bus involving Eminem's bus..." "Updating a story we brought you earlier about gunfire at an after-hours club, we've learned that the rapper Proof has been fatally shot" "Shady/Aftermath recording artist..." "Long-time best friend of Eminem and a member of the rap group D12" "D12, back in the news again today..." "Is it a sabbatical or the end? The rumors and speculation continue to swirl around Eminem He insists he's just taking a break, but doubters believe he's retiring, leaving us all to ask, 'Will the real Slim Shady please stand up?'" [Verse 1] So this is it, this is what I wished for Just isn't how I envisioned it, fame to the point of imprisonment I just thought the shit'd be different But somethin' changed the minute that I got a whiff of it I started to inhale it, smell it, started sniffin' it And it became my cocaine, I just couldn't quit I just wanted a little bit, then it turned me to a monster I became a hypocrite, concert after concert I was rakin' in the dough, rollin' in green Had the game hemmed up, like a sewing machine But I was losing my freedom, there was nowhere for me To not go and be seen, and just go and be me And there was no in-between, you either loved it or hate it Every CD critics gave it a three, then three Years later they go back and re-rate it Then called The Slim Shady LP the greatest The Marshall Mathers was a classic The Eminem Show was fantastic But Encore just didn't have the caliber to match it I guess enough time just ain't passed yet A couple more years, that shit'll be Illmatic And eight years later, I'm still at it Divorced, re-married, a felon, a father, sleeping pill addict And this is real talk, I feel like The Incredible Hulk My back has been broke and I can still walk You might also like[Chorus] So be careful what you wish for, 'cause you just might get it And if you get it, then you just might not know what to do with it 'Cause it might just come back on you ten-fold I said be careful what you wish for, 'cause you just might get it And if you get it, then you just might not know what to do with it 'Cause it might just come back on you ten-fold [Verse 2] I got a letter from a fan that said he's been praying for me Every day and for some reason It's been weighing on my mind heavy 'Cause I don't read every letter I get But something told me to go ahead and open it But why would someone pray for you When they don't know you? You didn't pray for me when I was local And as I lay these vocals, I think of all the shit I had to go through Just to get to where I'm at, I've already told you At least a thousand times in these rhymes I appreciate the prayer but I've already got God on my side And it's been one hell of a ride, hasn't it? Just watching it from a opposite standpoint Man, boy's got to look Nuts, and that's the only word I can think of Right now, on how to describe the shit This is like a vibe you get, go ahead and bop to it Just watch what you wish for 'cause I got the shit [Chorus] So be careful what you wish for, 'cause you just might get it And if you get it, then you just might not know what to do with it 'Cause it might just come back on you ten-fold I said be careful what you wish for, 'cause you just might get it And if you get it, then you just might not know what to do with it 'Cause it might just come back on you ten-fold67

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The Autograph

J. Cole

[Intro] Just turn the beat down just a little bit Hey, yeah [Verse 1] They say anything's possible You gotta dream like you never seen obstacles Chasing obscene profits so we ain’t stopping for the red lights Look in my rearview, all I see is niggas' headlights Catch me if you can ho, they try and sack me and I scramble Look up in the sky you’ll see exactly where I am bo Hey, don’t you see me man? Making my wishes come true with no genie man I got the keys to my beamer with no Beenie Man I’m on these rich niggas' ass, no bikini man I bring the real to the day the Lord free me man Never imagined that the kids would want to be me man Ay, could it be I give the hopeless broke kids hope? Caught me walking through the mall, looking like he seen a ghost Simply had to approach, "What's up youngblood?" Ay, ain't it strange? A year ago today, my nigga, I was counting change Yeah, hopping trains up in New York City Know I gotta thank God, 'cause if you weren’t with me Then I surely woulda died, you can throw the fork in me This my New Year's resolution, dawg, no more pork in me Uh, I ain't no Muslim though Caron Butler, I’m a wizard if ya doesn't know It's Young Simba, yeah, I’m ballin’ 'til the buzzer blow You's tryna kick the shit I kick, man you gon' stub your toe Boy that's just how tough I go, see this is my light work This shit y'all callin' classic, I be like, "That might work" Want you to feel something new, that's how a dyke work They ask me 'bout pressure, they want to see my pipe burst You might also like[Interlude] Not tonight nigga Ay, not tonight nigga Yeah, hey Man, man, hey [Verse 2] Man, I rap so vicious but I talk so politely Never met a baby momma momma who don’t like me Met a couple baby fathers though that wanna fight me I hit it 'til she snooze like the news nigga, nightly Send her back to you when she no longer excites me Now she bitter with this nigga 'cause he ain't quite me One thing's for certain baby girl, you are a wifey Two things for fucking sure, I am not the husband though So run back to him while you still can He sticking with his wife and kid, yeah, that's a real man I was ashamed all along and I still am We let the lust interrupt something real, damn Well girl we grown so you gotta play your own position I wouldn’t say that you a ho, just made a ho decision And you can blame it on the liquor like a prohibition We both know that's what you wanted girl, I know you listenin' [Interlude] Hey Girl, I know you listenin' Uh, I know you listenin' Hey, yeah [Verse 3] Shoutout to the bootleggers who supply my shit The fans online tryna find my shit And to them niggas listening but won't buy my shit Then catch me in the street and wanna ride my dick Y’all niggas is the worst, see me Like, "J. Cole homie, could you sign my burnt CD?" Nigga please, a album ten dollars, you act like it’s ten Gs This food for thought cost the same as two No. 3s So at ease with that broke shit We all tryna get a dollar boy, no shit You know I feel your pain, therefore I slang this hope shit And give you lines that you rewind and think, "Oh shit" These rappers talk a lot of money, cars and hoes shit I give you that and then a whole lot more shit That "got rich and still rapping like I’m poor" shit You niggas think you know shit, man you don’t know shit [Outro] Ho bitch Yeah, Cole, bitch Uh, J. Cole, nigga Hey24

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My World

Kid Cudi

[Intro] Hello, yeah [Verse 1: Kid Cudi] Uh, little homie, in the room In-in the room, boy on the moon (Had-had no-no one) No one to hang out with Talk that shit to just my little homies One year younger, they ain't get where I was going Took a turn to the worse when my father left me lonely (Hmm) Lonely in my room I-I mean me, up on the moon Entertained myself, laughed at myself As I grew to be a teen, I disguised myself Had the lowest self-esteem, especially with the girls Tried every sport just to impress all the girls Instead of all the ladies, 'cause they talked down I was too artsy, known to be a clown (Hmm) (Ah-huh) And now my Facebook poppin' 'Cause I told the same girls I would be the hot shit One day [Chorus: Kid Cudi & Billy Craven] This will be my world I told you so This will be my world I told you so This will be my world I told you so This will be my world See Kid Cudi LiveGet tickets as low as $103You might also like[Verse 2: Kid Cudi] Yeah, yeah, uh, big homie, made the move Made-made the move, flew off the moon Still (Had no-no one) no one to hang out with Talk that shit to just my Brooklyn niggas All I would wonder is when will my time come Had mad jobs and I lost damn near all of them Thinkin' 'bout my bosses, yep I hated all of them Studio at night had me hustlin' to most of them Nigga, I was late damn near every day But I'ma be on time when my stars align When my soul was happy on my Ramen diet Followed by a loosey, was the meal of grinders If you knowin' the truth, all you think about is that thing Always be a hater tryna shoot down any dream Until you meet a kid like K-I Niggas thought I was crazy, my mama know I stay high We getting money, mom [Chorus: Kid Cudi & Billy Craven] This will be my world I told you so This will be my world I told you so This will be my world I told you so This will be my world [Bridge: Kid Cudi] I was heavy-heavy-heavy on my grizzle And none of y'all had a clue about me And none of y'all had a clue about me And none of y'all really knew about me I was heavy-heavy-heavy on my grizzle And none of y'all really cared about me And none of y'all really cared about me Now, guess what? I'm all you see, I'm all you see [Chorus: Kid Cudi & Billy Craven] This will be my world I told you so This will be my world I told you so This will be my world I told you so This will be my world [Outro] Yeah-ay-ohh-ohh Yeah-ay-ohh-ohh36

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Not My Job

Mac Dre

[Verse 1] Dre rock the jewelry with the clear stones And get on a nigga head like some headphones I'm finna spit it with a clear tone Get your attention The biggest thing since the TV invention Dope as Zoloft, a big shot, a show off Plus, I'm a big pimp, I get tore off Fuck a good job, she need a good jaw To sell BJs 'til her mouth get raw I'm from the California coast, beaches and bridges Hit the cock, get ghost, I don't be sleeping with bitches I got a Cougnut, sitting on wires On vogues, bitch, not Michelin tires Can't control my desires I buy from Nordstrom's, not Fred Meyer's I do a lot of weed, love my supplier She keep it, fuck the blood out my supplier Man, I'm bigger than life, I do it Magnum And 'bout these broke bitches, I'm through with having 'em Dre bogard, he shove and he push And start a war for nothing like G.W. Bush We be loving the kush, but only in the Backwood Without a Backwood, it ain't all that good I'm from the streets, where most need heat But I'll slice a nigga up like some roast beef meat You might also like[Hook] I can bust you a rap, but anything else, not my job I'll peel your cap back, but anything else, not my job I'll get you for racks, but anything else, not my job I'll make you a slap, but anything else is not my job [Verse 2] Bitch gon' ask me to come with her to grocery shop I told her straight up like this, no siree Bob That's not my job, I don't do that I'm a pimp slash rapper, I thought you knew that And where your dude at? Should I serve him the news And let him know he's finna be walking in some brand new shoes? Ooh, you a fool, gotta watch thyself One false move and can't stop thyself Sometimes I'm not myself, I'm another man I'm a rockstar, in another band Plus, I'm the man with the plan in his hands Soon, we all playing in sand 'Cause to my estimations and these calculations And all the money I made off The Rompalation I'm finna get as many digits that's on a license plate And shit on some of these midgets, bitch, I can't wait [Hook] I can bust you a rap, but anything else, not my job I'll peel your cap back, but anything else, not my job I'll get you for racks, but anything else, not my job I'll make you a slap, but anything else is not my job [Verse 3] When I dip, they trip off what Furl dressed in Plus, I got a mouth full of girl's best friend I'm a Back to the Future, new game kind of nigga Y'all lames is plain, drinking the same kind of liquor Wearing the same kind of clothes, fucking the same kind of hoes And you Bedrock pimping, meaning your game's kind of old And you don't want it with me, I'll bother ya So get lost, pal, before I clobber ya I got golden gloves, I'll give you a new look With a stiff left and a sharp right hook Niggas know snitches, they ride and they go with them It's all gravy, as long as they don't tell on them Me and my team, see, we a machine You fuck with my mans, and I'ma have to intervene I'm a sport coat and a sancho Always looking out for Benny Blanco11

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GHOST!

Kid Cudi

[Intro] Yeah, woah-woah, oh Yeah, woah-woah, haha Yeah My name is Scott Mescudi, yeah Yeah [Verse 1] Gotta get it through my thick head I was so close to being dead, yeah Life, live it, with nobody's help tips Man, I'm just walking without being led See the world is so crazy and filled with such risk and man I just know I gotta dodge them, yeah The beginning is always followed by an end In the in-between time I'm not runnin' or hidin' [Pre-Chorus] See things do come around And make sense eventually Things do come around But some things trouble me [Chorus] The people I've met and the places I've been Are all what make me the man I so proudly am But I wanna know one thing When did I become a ghost? I'm most confused about the world I live in You think that I'm lonely, well I probably am One thing that still gets me When did I become a ghost? Yeah See Kid Cudi LiveGet tickets as low as $103You might also like[Post-Chorus] Na-na-na-na, na-na-na-na, woah-woah, haha, yay Yeah, whoa, whoa-whoa, yoo [Verse 2] Tried to fight it, but soon that gave in Went down a road with no lights on Can't describe it, and you don't move like them You become their worst nightmare You remember the things that your parents had said and well Rather find out the hard way You should tell a friend to tell a friend to tell a friend I keep with my stroll, I'm not runnin' or hidin' [Pre-Chorus] See things do come around And make sense eventually Things do come around But some things still trouble me [Chorus] The people I've met and the places I've been Are all what make me the man I so proudly am But I wanna know one thing When did I become a ghost? I'm most confused about the world I live in You think that I'm lonely, well I probably am One thing that still gets me When did I become a ghost? Yeah [Post-Chorus] Na-na-na-na, na-na-na-na, woah-woah Yeah, woah-woah [Outro] Oh-oh-oh I hope they understand that I really understand that They don't understand I hope they understand that I really understand that They don't understand I really understand that they... I really think I, umm... I hope they understand that I really understand that They don't understand Whow Listen to me Whow-whow-whow Listen to me Whow-whow-whow72

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Fuck The Money (remix)

B.o.B

[Chorus: B.o.B] Well, I’ma make a lot of money And I’m-and I’m gonna quit this, quit this Crazy scene [B.o.B] Well I’mma quit this crazy scene Its funny cause this is what I waited to be Being on stage was amazing to me But now I'm in the game it ain't the way that it seem Well I’mma quit this crazy scene Cause being famous ain’t all what they make it to be But back then y’all this was my favorite dream But now, I wouldn’t hesitate I would leave Cause I’mma [Chorus: B.o.B] Well, I’ma make a lot of money And I’m-and I’m gonna quit this, quit this Crazy scene [Asher Roth] I’mma quit this crazy scene Cause everything you see ain’t really how it be Please don’t believe in that TV screen I’m sorry kids but there’s no such thing I’m gonna You might also like[Chorus: B.o.B] Well, I’ma make a lot of money And I’m-and I’m gonna quit this, quit this Crazy scene [B.o.B] Well I’m gonna quit this crazy scene It’s funny Cause this is what I waited to be Bein’ on stage was amazin’ to me But now I’m in the game, it ain’t the way that it seems I’mma [Chorus: B.o.B] Well, I’ma make a lot of money And I’m-and I’m gonna quit this, quit this Crazy scene [Asher Roth] And I don’t know how to feel When this Dream of mine used to be so real I would anything just to sign a deal But now I trade it all for a home cooked meal I wanna [Chorus: B.o.B] Well, I’ma make a lot of money And I’m-and I’m gonna quit this, quit this Crazy scene [B.o.B] Oh, what? You say it could be worse? Well step in my shoes, put yourself in my shirt I’m only human y’all so we all gotta work But sometimes I wonder why I even came to this earth I’ma [Chorus: B.o.B] Well, I’ma make a lot of money And I’m-and I’m gonna quit this, quit this Crazy scene [Asher] Look, cause they don’t care about us They just use us up Leave us in the dust And it roughs me up So much I could cuss But enough’s enough I want out of these cuffs I’m gonna [Chorus: B.o.B] Well, I’ma make a lot of money And I’m-and I’m gonna quit this, quit this Crazy scene [B.o.B] Sometimes I just feel hopeless Pacin’ back and forth, man I can’t even focus So I’m always smokin’ in the booth recordin’ Cause my mind races Like Jeff Gordon I’mma [Chorus: B.o.B] Well, I’ma make a lot of money And I’m-and I’m gonna quit this, quit this Crazy scene [Asher] It ain’t supposed to be so hard I always said I’d quit if it felt like a job I’d rather be pissed than pretend that I’m not And try to play along with the whole facade I wanna [Chorus: B.o.B] Well, I’ma make a lot of money And I’m-and I’m gonna quit this, quit this Crazy scene [B.o.B] It ain’t a question to me Look at me I know what I’m destined to be This is spiritual y’all I’m wrestlin’ beasts But pretty soon I’ll be restin’ in peace I’mma [Chorus: B.o.B] Well, I’ma make a lot of money And I’m-and I’m gonna quit this, quit this Crazy scene [Asher] And I don’t even wanna be famous And all my close friends become complete strangers Don’t try to tell me this is one of these stages Man you don’t know me, you only know what my name is I’mma [Chorus: B.o.B] Well, I’ma make a lot of money And I’m-and I’m gonna quit this, quit this Crazy scene [B.o.B] But still it just ain’t enough Cause the rest of the world still just wakin’ up So all the real niggas can relate to this stuff But those who asleep, still hatin’ on us Cause I’mma [Chorus: B.o.B] Well, I’ma make a lot of money And I’m-and I’m gonna quit this, quit this Crazy scene [Asher] It couldn’t be more fake When they wine and they dine and they smile and wave But when it comes time to decide your fate They’ll sign you on the line right next to Satan I’mma [Chorus: B.o.B] Well, I’ma make a lot of money And I’m-and I’m gonna quit this, quit this Crazy scene [B.o.B] Come y’all, y’all actin’ like I can’t feel you I can look in your eyes and tell you what you done been through And I could give a fuck because I got bigger issues So at this point in my life How can I get through? [Chorus: B.o.B] Well, I’ma make a lot of money And I’m-and I’m gonna quit this, quit this Crazy scene [Asher] Okay Yeah, I’ll play yo game I’m in I’ll dance, I’ll rap, I’ll sing And use it as a chance to provide some change Just know I’ll walk away at the end of the day Right when I [Chorus: B.o.B] Well, I’ma make a lot of money And I’m-and I’m gonna quit this, quit this Crazy scene [B.o.B] Look This is my stress reliever But somehow, it became my stress for demons So I get up in this booth and I’m heated Like ‘Ye said I’m turnin’ atheists into believers I’m [Chorus: B.o.B] Well, I’ma make a lot of money And I’m-and I’m gonna quit this, quit this Crazy scene [B.o.B] Look A lot of haters attack but It’s my job to speak the truth on the track So say what you like, you just givin’ me gas So by now, I got enough to drive to Venus and back So I’ma [Chorus: B.o.B] Well, I’ma make a lot of money And I’m-and I’m gonna quit this, quit this Crazy scene [B.o.B] Fuck the money I’m leavin’ I’m goin’ back home after I break even I said what I said so as long as I’m speakin’ B.o.B got the upper hand as long as I’m breathin’ [Chorus: B.o.B] Well, I’ma make a lot of money And I’m-and I’m gonna quit this, quit this Crazy scene [Outro] I’m gone. Peace Well I guess I got problems Dropped outta school ain’t think about college So apologies to my mother and father For being stubborn ever since I was a toddler [Chorus: B.o.B] Well, I’ma make a lot of money And I’m-and I’m gonna quit this, quit this Crazy scene Well I’m a quit this crazy dream Cause when I hit the stage all the ladies scream And when I pass by they all waving at me But I be getting tired, y’all pray for me [Chorus: B.o.B] Well, I’ma make a lot of money And I’m-and I’m gonna quit this, quit this Crazy scene [Asher Roth] I feel you B.o.B I feel you man That’s why I...

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Air Strike (Pop Killer)

Canibus

[Intro] "Alright, we're about to blast the hell out of here" "Rear (?), what's your position? Got 3-6 down, one two... (?)" "Okay" "Here comes" "Holy!" "But uh, like, honestly, I don't let them have it yet, you know. His little... Whatever, like, barely peeped my radar, you know. So hopefully, he'll do something better, like, get my attention or whatever" War Lab, call us haters all you want [Verse 1: Kuniva] Fuck it, call me a hater, full blown instigator Leavin niggas on intubators breathin like Darth Vader I hate people that pack guns but they don't bust 'em Or bitches that come back to my room but they ain't fuckin Pistol clutching, the Dozen, you heard it don't get is misconstrued Whatever we do'll hit the news once we get the tools [Interlude] If you’re an MC and you mention my name in the wrong way, you draw first blood, I’m gonna come at you" [Verse 2: Canibus] You pushed D12 to the side to sign Voltron 5 If Proof was alive, he'd be dyin' inside You ain't no hip-hop messiah, you a bitch 'cause you dissed Mariah Shit like that supposed to be private I'ma fry you on behalf on Mariah and Michael Put you back on them drugs, make you suicidal You can't shut the record down, nigga it's viral When you use the word "nigga," just remember your idols You might also like[Verse 3: DZK] I got a question, I'm white, can I join D12? I'll sell you four million records then I'll tell you go to hell Leave Swifty in charge, then remove all the stars And make the group wish Bizarre shot pool in a bar An assault lawyer stop the beat, suing us all I really do hope you know who get involved Cause I'm a fan and I'll get you for a Nick Cannon dissin' And you already know how fuckin' sick Canibus is [Verse 4: Swifty] I hate a bitch-ass nigga just as much as I hate fags I love goin' to war but I hate when they raise the flag These niggas hittin' the streets spittin' venom on me Then start renegin' the beef, I hate peace treaties Forever yo' enemy I increase beef as Amityville's finest Cause I don't believe in stoppin' violence I'm a tyrant that'll snatch my respect and scram I use a Uzi cause I hate a Tec when it jams I hate when dudes treat this like life a movie Usin' rap as his excuse to do shit and they only move keys in the booth I piss on niggas hands, whoever's grown, patches and tombstones I hate 'em ass when I break into a home I'm barefaced, I clap your cat, ransack it That's what I'm wearin' black and I hate goin' out the back So call me a hater, walkin' detonator, I ain't afraid To stick this blade into your fade in front of spectators [Interlude] You're an emcee, big small it doesn't matter No matter how big I get, I just want people to know [Verse 5: Canibus] You the devil in a red dress on MTV You signed more black people than a basketball team What you trying to say subconsciously? You can't rock the beat like me Consciously, you know I rock you to sleep Slim Shady you a coward 'cause you scared to rap with me The only black man you respect is 50 And the greatest rapper of all time was dead right and dead wrong You shouldn't have even been on that song [Verse 6: DZK] He fell off so hard this faggot broke his accent I'm flippin through the channels seein Bruno get his ass sniffed And I'm disgusted man, what the fuck is wrong with you? Why'd you date Mariah? Mariah's not a fuckin' dude You never even saw her nude and you busted, too Must have been thinkin 'bout your stepdad touchin' you But that ain't nothin new, I asked your ugly crew They verified it, so bitch quit lyin' [Verse 7: Canibus] I remember the first time we met, I ain't even liked you Walkin' around my video set like you was in high school It must excite you seeing black people being tribal That's why Dr. Dre signed you I bet you right now you got a big rotten Rosenberg beside you Trying to be just like your father, inside you Your Stan android fanboys need to kill that noise I know what you thinking, "kill that boy" [Verse 8: DZK] We leavin' Elvis funny money makin' pelvis shattered Let's see you square dance now, let's see you hold your bladder Let's see you fire back Em where's the fire at it? Suicide hotline time, go dial that Put on that "8 Mile" hat and write a vile track Get at some people that can actually diss you back No more target practice on retarded actors And pop stars, Marshall you're not hard [Interlude] "Whatever happens to me in this game, I've always got my ear to the street" "Whatever happens to me in this game, I've always got my ear to the street" "Whatever happens to me in this game, I've always got my ear to the street" [Verse 9: Canibus] Renegade Schemenegade, you pink like lemonade I've been better than you before Genesis was made You ain't better than Black Thought, you ain't better than Mos Def You ain't better than Canibus, Professor Griff, Hotep So Renegade Schemenegade, you pink like lemonade I penetrate through Halley's Comet with metal blades Yeah! You and I both know why I'm saying this I hope Whoo Kid get fired for playing this [Verse 10: Bizarre] Get off, Nikolai Volkoff, mazel tov Ready to show off, fo'-fo'll blow your do' off Blowin off steam, goin off the beam Let the nine sing, bitch this ain't a dream Bitch I'm the king, color me bad Skinny jeans, what happened to the sag? You makin' me mad Y'all a bunch of JJ Fags, now who the fuck is bad? Motherfucker I'm bad! Call me a hater [Outro] "I'm kinda doing this deliberately 'cause I wanted a reaction from him" "Oh you want us to get him on, you two can go at it" "Well, that would probably take up the whole hour and we don't have a lot of time so you can do that" (Laughs) "Stink niggas and they go tattle It tastes like when Eminem and Canibus had a battle" "But you can't invade me, though"

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