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Taylor Swift

[Intro] Oh-oh, oh-oh Oh-oh, oh-oh [Verse 1] You were in college working part time waitin' tables Left a small town, never looked back I was a flight risk with a fear of falling Wonderin' why we bother with love if it never lasts [Pre-Chorus] I say, "Can you believe it?" As we're lyin' on the couch The moment I could see it Yes, yes, I can see it now [Chorus] Do you remember, we were sittin' there by the water? You put your arm around me for the first time You made a rebel of a careless man's careful daughter You are the best thing that's ever been mine [Verse 2] Flash forward and we're takin' on the world together And there's a drawer of my things at your place You learn my secrets and you figure out why I'm guarded You say we'll never make my parents' mistakes See Taylor Swift LiveGet tickets as low as $147You might also like[Pre-Chorus] But we got bills to pay We got nothing figured out When it was hard to take Yes, yes, this is what I thought about [Chorus] Do you remember, we were sittin' there by the water? You put your arm around me for the first time You made a rebel of a careless man's careful daughter You are the best thing that's ever been mine Do you remember all the city lights on the water? You saw me start to believe for the first time You made a rebel of a careless man's careful daughter You are the best thing that's ever been mine [Post-Chorus] Oh-oh, oh-oh [Bridge] And I remember that fight, 2:30AM As everything was slipping right out of our hands I ran out crying and you followed me out into the street Braced myself for the goodbye 'Cause that's all I've ever known Then you took me by surprise You said, "I'll never leave you alone" [Chorus] You said, "I remember how we felt sitting by the water And every time I look at you, it's like the first time I fell in love with a careless man's careful daughter She is the best thing that's ever been mine" [Post-Chorus] Hold on, make it last Hold on, never turn back (Hold on) You made a rebel of a careless man's careful daughter (Make it last) (Hold on) You are the best thing that's ever been mine (Hold on) [Outro] Yes, yes, do you believe it? (Hold on) Yes, yes, we're gonna make it now (Hold on) Yes, yes, I can see it Yes, yes, I can see it now45

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California English

Vampire Weekend

[Verse 1] Wouldn't ever gag you with a spoon, my only true love Never really heard you speak that way, it's unworthy of Funny how that little college girl called language corrupt Funny how the other private schools had no Hapa Club Someone took a trip before you came to ski in the Alps Your father moved across the country just to sunburn his scalp Contra Costa, Contra Mundum, contradict what I say Living like the French Connection, but we'll die in LA [Chorus] Blasted from a disconnected light switch Through the condo that they'll never finish Bounced across a Saudi satellite dish And through your brain to California English [Verse 2] No one sits inside a freezing flat and stays there 'til May Leafing through a stack of A-Zs to surf the UK Waiting with the wind against your face and gel in your hair Shivering in little undershirts, but don't seem to care [Chorus] Blasted from a disconnected light switch Through the condo that they'll never finish Bounced across a Saudi satellite dish And through your brain to California English You might also like[Bridge] Sweet carob rice cake, she don't care how the sweets taste Fake Philly cheese steak but she use real toothpaste 'Cause if that Tom's don't work, if it just makes you worse Would you lose all of your faith in the good earth? And if it's all a curse, and we're just getting worse Baby, please don't lose your faith in the good earth [Chorus] Blasted from a disconnected light switch Through the condo that they'll never finish Bounced across a Saudi satellite dish And through your brain to California English Blasted from a disconnected light switch Through the condo that they'll never finish Bounced across a Saudi satellite dish And through your brain to California English9

Indie Rock

The Message

M.I.A.

[Verse] Connected to the Google Connected to the government Connected to the Google Connected to the government Headbone connected to the neckbone Neckbone connected to the armbone Armbone connected to the handbone Handbone connected to the internet Connected to the Google Connected to the government Connected to the Google Connected to the government Connected to the Google Connected to the government Connected to the Google Connected to the government Connected to the Google Connected to the government Connected to the Headbone connected to the headphones Headphones connected to the iPhone ​iPhone connected to the internet Connected to the Google Connected to the government Connected to the Google Connected to the government Connected to the Google Connected to the governmentYou might also like1

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Cloud of Unknowing

Gorillaz

[Verse 1: Bobby Womack] On the cloud of unknowing My world seems open Every satellite up here is watching But I was here from the very start Trying to find a way to your heart [Verse 2: Bobby Womack] All the days of forgetting They've gone out with the tide Lost at sea somewhere, waiting Like setting suns at the rodeo Trying to find someone you'll never know [Verse 3: Bobby Womack] Oh, sinking love On the cloud of unknowing Every satellite up here is watching Waiting to see what the morning brings May bring sunshine on its wingsYou might also like10

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Gettin Money On Da Block

Young Dro

These Nigga get moneyyyy!... And Blow... Braves fitted on my cranium, Rims titanium, Blocks come from damion bricks of pandamanium, super model bitch say she british an bahamian, ridin' in the six same color macadamion, nuts im so arabian, hustle ?????????? you know its grand hustle why the fuck you wanna play me then, ex seal navyman, rich homo sapien, dro yall fakin them im takin them an rapin them wow, black proud guts leather swade cow, wow walk a mile japan im young chow, power to make em bow im supreme im a king, ice super green in that ???????????????, im truely a marine in the 2 seat saline, the Glock with the beam will make a grown man lean, I spray on my team pimp squad is the nation, 25 to life real dalmationSee Young Dro LiveGet tickets as low as $143You might also like

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20 Feet Tall

Erykah Badu

[Verse 1] My love, what did I do To make you fall, so far from me? And now, I can't recall The cause of the fall, selective memory Then you, you built a wall A 20 foot wall, so I couldn't see But if I get off my knees I might recall, I'm 20 feet tall [Hook] Whoa! Hey, I'm 20 feet tall, mmm Yeah, oh yeah, I'm 20 feet tall [Verse 2] My love, what did I do To make you fall, so far from me? And now, I can't recall The cause of the fall, selective memory Then you, you built a wall A 20 foot wall, so I couldn't see But if I get off my knees I might recall I'm 20 feet tallSee Erykah Badu LiveGet tickets as low as $127You might also like

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Abyss

The-Dream

[Intro] The cause of you, because of you Even though I've said we're through It's all because of you, Nikki [Verse 1] She told me she would always be there And I believed her, believed her This girl was no good for me She had so many secrets, secrets...yeah Even though she wasn't my main girl I was still committed It was me and you You said you wouldn't tell But you saved my voicemails But I always knew [Pre-Chorus] So now cry 'till you drown your face And bitch I give a damn how harsh this may seem I'm here to put your heart in its place Chained up in the bottom of the lake [Chorus] Now let the water fall (abyss) Now let the water fall (abyss) Now let the water fall (abyss) Now let the water fall (abyss) Now let the water fall (abyss) Now let the water fall (abyss) Now let the water fall (abyss) Now let the water fall (abyss) You might also like[Verse 2] I was the innocent bystander She had etiquette, she had good manners Pretty little thing, great little body Never in magazines, never at after parties And I could sense it then, but it didn't matter As long as me and you were together Thought it was better than that I'll never let you back to me Tell your boy at US Weekly I sent your photos to TMZ [Pre-Chorus] So now cry 'till you drown your face And bitch I give a damn how harsh this may seem I'm here to put your heart in it's place Chained up at the bottom of the lake [Chorus] Now let the water fall (abyss) Now let the water fall (abyss) Now let the water fall (abyss) Now let the water fall (abyss) Now let the water fall (abyss) Now let the water fall (abyss) Now let the water fall (abyss) Now let the water fall (abyss) [Bridge] The sun will come and help dry the water away But you're in the abyss, my lady, and you won't see another day [Pre-Chorus] So now cry 'till you drown your face And bitch I give a damn how harsh this may seem I'm here to put your heart in it's place Chained up at the bottom of the lake [Chorus] Now let the water fall (abyss) Now let the water fall (abyss) Now let the water fall (abyss) Now let the water fall (abyss) Now let the water fall (abyss) Now let the water fall (abyss) Now let the water fall (abyss) Now let the water fall (abyss) [Outro] Oh yeah, baby Oh yeah, baby Oh yeah, baby You won't see me Oh yeah, no no, no no, no no The sun will come and help dry the water away But you're in the abyss, my lady, and you won't see another day The sun will come and help dry the water away But you're in the abyss, my lady, and you won't see another day2

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We Dance to the Beat

Robyn

[Intro] We dance to the beat, we dance to the beat We dance to the beat, we dance to the beat We dance to the beat, we dance to the beat We dance to the beat, we dance to the beat We dance to the beat, we dance to the beat We dance to the beat, we dance to the beat We dance to the beat, we dance to the beat We dance to the beat, we dance to the beat [Verse 1] We dance to the beat of the continents shifting under our feet We dance to the beat, we dance to the beat We dance to the beat of a new, better, faster breed We dance to the beat, we dance to the beat We dance to the beat of radioactivity blocking the exits We dance to the beat, we dance to the beat We dance to the beat of false math and unrecognised genius We dance to the beat, we dance to the beat We dance to the beat of distorted knowledge passed on We dance to the beat, we dance to the beat We dance to the beat of a distant rumble We dance to the beat, we dancing [Refrain] And it's loud and proud And it's loud and proud And it's loud and proud You might also like[Chorus] We dance to the beat We dance to the beat We dance to the beat We dance to the beat [Verse 2] We dance to the beat of silent mutation We dance to the beat of your brain not evolving fast enough We dance to the beat of raw talent wasted We dance to the beat of bad kissers clicking teeth We dance to the beat of opportunity knocking We dance to the beat of an eviction next door We dance to the beat, we dance to the beat [Bridge] Of another recycled rebellion Of consolidating assets Of another crowd losing it Of your voice breaking up in static Of suburbia burning Of communication gone mad We dance to the beat We dance to the beat We dance to the beat We dance to the beat [Chorus] And we don't stop And we don't stop And we don't stop And we don't stop And we don't stop We dance to the beat We dance to the beat We dance to the beat We dance to the beat We dance to the beat And we don't stop, and we don't stop [Verse 3] We dance to the beat of a billion charges of endorphin We dance to the beat, we dance to the beat We dance to the beat of a love lost and then won back We dance to the beat, we dance to the beat We dance to the beat of source code and conjuring We dance to the beat, we dance to the beat We dance to the beat of gravity giving us a break [Outro] We dance to the beat We dance to the beat We dance to the beat We dance

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Frisky

Tinie Tempah

[Hook: Labrinth & Tinie Tempah] I just can't stop the feelings, don't seem to go away So if I hurt your feelings (yeah), don't blame it all on me (hahahaha) I just can't stop the feeling (nothing else to say) And now they’re here to stay So if I hurt your feelings (don't take it the wrong way) It's just because I'm Oh la la la la, la la la la la Oh la la la la, la la la, frisky Oh la la la la, la la la la la Oh la la la la, la la la, frisky [Verse 1: Tinie Tempah] I think I found a winner, with no ring around her finger Her dress from Allsaints, but I think I've found a sinner I think her pals are with her, who's her girlfriend downing liquor? If I tell her I'm a boxer, would she let me down her knickers? I wanna pick her up, pin her down She gon be waking up my neighbours if I bring her round Where I'm from if you're famous you don't go to Tinsle Town Pose for a picture, smile, the fashionista's out [Pre-Hook: Tinie Tempah] They say hey Mr, is it cool to take a picture Girl you better keep your distance, I just wanna have (eh eh) I'm on a mission I don't even wanna kiss her Honey I won't even miss ya when I'm done with that (eh eh) You might also like[Hook: Labrinth and Tinie Tempah] I just can't stop the feeling (nothing else to say) Don't seem to go away So if I hurt your feelings (don't take it the wrong way) It's just because I'm [Oh la la la la, la la la la la Oh la la la la, la la la, frisky Oh la la la la, la la la la la Oh la la la la, la la la, frisky](1832262) [Bridge: Tinie Tempah] Would you risk it for a chocolate biscuit? Would you risk it for a chocolate biscuit? [Verse 2: Tinie Tempah] I'm suspicious, she looks delicious She likes to talk a lot that's why I call her Trisha Her nails are manicured, her hair has been conditioned Don't worry bout her race, she ain't in no competition She should be on television or on the radio singing I would be the first to watch and I would be the first to listen I would put her in positions like the mission from my staircase to Her kitchen Leave her twitchin, twitchin, twitchin, twitchin [Pre-Hook: Tinie Tempah] They say hey Mr, is it cool to take her picture? Girl you better keep your distance I just wanna have (eh eh) I'm on a mission I don't even wanna kiss her Honey I won't even miss ya when I'm done with her (eh eh) [Hook: Labrinth and Tinie Tempah] I just can't stop the feeling (nothing else to say) Don't seem to go away So if I hurt your feelings (don't take it the wrong way) It's just because I'm Oh la la la la, la la la la la Oh la la la la, la la la, frisky Oh la la la la, la la la la la Oh la la la la, la la la, frisky Oh la la la la, la la la la la Oh la la la la, la la la frisky Oh la la la la, la la la la la Oh la la la la, la la la frisky [Bridge: Tinie Tempah] I'm out of control, it's taking it's toll We've still got a long way to go I don't wanna take the piss But I'm made for this, so let's take a risk I'm out of control, it's taking it's toll We've still got a long way to go I don't wanna take the piss But I'm made for this, so let's take a risk [Breakdown: Tinie Tempah & Labrinth] Oh la la la la, la la la la la Oh la la la la, la la la frisky Oh la la la la, la la la la la Oh la la la la, la la la frisky It's what I'm feeling yeah (frisky) It's what I'm feeling yeah (frisky) It's what I'm feeling yeah (frisky) It's what I'm feeling yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (frisky) I think I found a winner, with no ring around her finger Her dress from Allsaints, but I think I've found a sinner I think her pals are with her, who's her girlfriend downing liquor If I tell her I'm a boxer, would she let me down her knickers I wanna pick her up, and pin her down She gon be waking up my neighbours if I bring her round Where I'm from if you're famous you don't go to Tinsle Town Pose for a picture, smile, the fashionista's out4

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If I Die 2Nite

2Pac

[Produced by Easy Mo Bee] [Intro: Mopreme Shakur & Dr. Dre] A coward dies a thousand deaths A soldier dies but once Tonight's the night I get in some shit [Verse 1: 2Pac] They say pussy and paper is poetry, power and pistols Plotting on murdering motherfuckers 'fore they get you Picturing pitiful punk niggas copping pleas Puffing weed as I position myself to clock G's My enemies scatter in suicidal situations Never to witness the wicked shit that they was facin' Pockets is packed with presidents, pursue your riches Evading the playa hating tricks while hitting switches Bitches is bad-mouth, ‘cause brawling motherfuckers is bold But charge them hoes; the game should be sold I'm sick of psychotic society, somebody save me Addicted to drama, so even Mama couldn't raise me Even the preacher and all my teachers couldn't reach me I run in the streets and puffing weed with my peeps I'm duckin' the cops, I hit the weed as I'm clutchin' my Glock Niggas is hot when I hit the block; what if I die tonight? [Chorus: 2Pac & Dr. Dre] If I die tonight If I die tonight Fuck it, if I die tonight Tonight's the night I get in some shit You might also like[Verse 2: 2Pac] Polish your pistols, prepare for battle, pass the pump When I get to poppin', niggas is droppin' then they done Calling the coroner, come collect the fucking corpse He got hit by a killer, preoccupied with being boss Revenge is the method, whenever steppin', keep a weapon close Adversaries are overdosed over deadly notes Jealous niggas and broke bitches equal packed jails Hit the block and fill your pockets, making crack sales Picture perfection, pursuing paper with a passion Visions of prisons for all the pussies that I blasted Running with criminals individuals with no remorse Try to stop me, my pistol posse's using deadly force In my brain all I can think about is fame The police know my name, a different game, ain't a thing changed I'm seeing cemetery photos of my peers Conversating like they still here; if I die tonight [Chorus: 2Pac & Dr. Dre] If I die tonight Scare to die nigga, is ya, ha? If I die tonight Never fear, never worry If I die tonight Tonight's the night I get in some shit [Verse 3: 2Pac] Pussy and paper is poetry, power and pistols Plotting on murdering motherfuckers 'fore they get you Pray to the Heaven's, .357's to the sky And I hope I'm forgiven for thug livin' when I die I wonder if Heaven got a ghetto for thug niggas A stress free life and a spot for drug dealers Pissing while practicing how to pimp and be a playa Overdose of a dick while drinking liquor when I lay her Pistol whippin' these simps for being petrified and lame Disrespecting the game, praying for punishment and pain Going insane, never die, I live eternal, who shall I fear? Don't shed a tear for me, nigga, I ain't happy here I hope they bury me and send me to my rest Headlines reading 'Murdered to death', my last breath Take a look, picture a crook on his last stand Motherfuckers don't understand; if I die tonight [Chorus: 2Pac & Dr. Dre] Nigga, if I die tonight No fear nigga, never worry If I die tonight Bury me a motherfucking G, closed casket fuck it If I die tonight You know Tonight's the night I get in some shit [Outro: 2Pac & Dr. Dre] Kill, kill, kill, murder, murder, murder Kill, kill, kill, murder, murder, murder Kill, kill, kill, murder, murder, murder Tonight's the night I get in some shit Kill, kill, kill, murder, murder, murder Kill, kill, kill, murder, murder, murder48

Gangsta Rap

So Big

Iyaz

[Intro] Well, you done know it's your boy I-Y-A-Z Alongside the man JR, Iyaz [Chorus] Now I wanna do it up (so big) Party it up (so big) Spend it up (so big) So the whole world knows my love for you is (so big) My heart is (so big) My love is (so big) For you, for you [Verse 1] Now with a girl like you, nothing you can do But give the whole world to her 24/7 When she looking so sweet, that kind of body You dont mind spending all of your time, time, time And its not that you're asking me for nothing I just wanna show you how deep my love is [Pre-Chorus 1] 'Cause with them girls before I wasn't feeling so, gone But with you girl I'm losing control, yo! You might also like[Chorus] Now I wanna do it up (so big) Party it up (so big) Spend it up (so big) So the whole world knows my love for you is (so big) My heart is (so big) My love is (so big) For you, for you [Verse 2] Now with a girl like you, I don't care who Passes my way, Rihanna or Beyonce Could holla at me, it doesn't mean a thing 'Cause nothing compares to the joy you bring [Pre-Chorus 2] So them other girls can go They don't make me feel so, calm 'Cause with you girl I'm losing control, oh! [Chorus] Now I wanna do it up (so big) Party it up (so big) Spend it up (so big) So the whole world knows my love for you is (so big) My heart is (so big) My love is (so big) For you, for you [Bridge] I want to do it (so big) 'Cause girl we are (so big) Let's pop them bottles (so big) Like superstars (so big) We taking over (so big) We got that love (so big) Let's make it global (so big) Let's blow it up (so big) Oh, woah (woah-woah), oh-oh Oh, woah, oh-oh Oh, oh, oh, oh If this is real love Then I didn't know before She gotcha boy Doing crazy things that I never thought I'd ever do, no [Chorus] Now I wanna do it up (so big) Party it up (so big) Spend it up (so big) So the whole world knows my love for you is (so big) My heart is (so big) My love is (so big) For you, for you, for you [Outro] My heart is for you, for you, for you My love is for you, for you, for you My heart is for you, for you, for you My love is for you, for you, for you It's so big

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Replay

Iyaz

[Chorus] Shawty's like a melody in my head That I can't keep out, got me singing like​ Na-na-na-na, every day It's like my iPod stuck on replay, replay-ay-ay-ay Shawty's like a melody in my head That I can't keep out, got me singing like (Ayy) Na-na-na-na, every day It's like my iPod stuck on replay (J-J-J-JR), replay [Verse 1] Remember the first time we met? You was at the mall with your friend I was scared to approach ya, but then you came closer Hoping you would give me a chance Who would have ever knew That we would ever be more than friends? We're real worldwide, breaking all the rules She like a song played again and again [Pre-Chorus] (That girl) like something off a poster (That girl) is a dime they say (That girl) is a gun to my holster And she's running through my mind all day, ayy You might also like[Chorus] Shawty's like a melody in my head That I can't keep out, got me singing like​ (Ayy) Na-na-na-na, every day It's like my iPod stuck on replay, replay-ay-ay-ay Shawty's like a melody in my head That I can't keep out, got me singing like (Ayy) Na-na-na-na, every day It's like my iPod stuck on replay, replay-ay-ay-ay [Verse 2] See you been all around the globe Not once did you leave my mind We talk on the phone, from night 'til the morn' Girl, you really changed my life Doin' things I never do I'm in the kitchen cooking things she likes We're real worldwide, breaking all the rules Someday I wanna make you my wife [Pre-Chorus] (That girl) like something off a poster (That girl) is a dime they say (Hey) (That girl) is a gun to my holster And she's running through my mind all day, ayy [Chorus] Shawty's like a melody in my head That I can't keep out, got me singing like (Ayy) Na-na-na-na, every day It's like my iPod stuck on replay, replay-ay-ay-ay (Oh) Shawty's like a melody in my head That I can't keep out, got me singing like (Ayy) Na-na-na-na, everyday It's like my iPod stuck on replay, replay-ay-ay-ay [Bridge] I can be your melody Oh, girl, I could write you a symphony The one that could fill your fantasies So come baby girl, let's sing with me, ayy I can be your melody Oh, girl, I could write you a symphony The one that could fill your fantasies So come baby girl let's sing with me, ayy Na, na-na, na-na, na-na Na-na, na-na, na-naa Shawty got me singing Na, na-na, na-na, na-na Na-na, na-na, na-naa Now she got me singing [Chorus] Shawty's like a melody in my head That I can't keep out, got me singing like (Ayy) Na-na-na-na, every day It's like my iPod stuck on replay, replay-ay-ay-ay (Ayy) Shawty's like a melody (Like a melody) in my head That I can't keep out, got me singing like (Hey, ayy) Na-na-na-na, every day It's like my iPod stuck on replay, replay-ay-ay-ay54

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Loyalty

Birdman

[Intro: Birdman] Kane is in the building, nigga Yeah, bigger than life Get it how you live Big money every way Blatt [Chorus: Tyga] Uhh, rain, snow, get my hustle on Countin' cash every morning before I leave home (Leave home) Family I love Don’t wanna leave this world alone So before I leave home (Leave home) I pray to God I won’t Loyalty is all I know (Before I leave home) I pray to God I won’t Loyalty is all I know, before I leave home [Verse 1: Birdman] So fresh, bag full of money when I hit the curb Just cooked up, left the kitchen full of birds, ya heard? That's the word, you could get served From the bullets to the keys, is how we urge To move on and groove and get the money straight Flip another cake, 27, 28 I got the tax on the bubble The money in the hummer, we shine every summer Yeah, so we swagged out, Gucci'd down Louie'd down, hood down, put it down, Uptown Catch me rollin in my Bentley Tooled up pussy, wet bitch and I’m all in it You might also like[Chorus: Tyga] Uhh, rain, snow, get my hustle on Countin' cash every morning before I leave home (Leave home) Family I love Don’t wanna leave this world alone So before I leave home (Leave home) I pray to God I won’t Loyalty is all I know (Before I leave home) I pray to God I won’t Loyalty is all I know, before I leave home [Verse 2: Tyga] Uhh, sunshine like the brightest day Mama, do you remember the time? Michael J When I seen the video, I said, "That's gon' be me" And I ain’t have to dream, I made it my reality Folks laughed at me, now everybody mad at me I skipped class and I shitted on the faculty Young Money greedy, Cash Money greedy Get it I’m gon eat it, never bite the hand that feeds me Shoutout Weezy, Stunna and Mack, baby Top back, South Beach, hoes drive me crazy Watching out for fake shit, rats on some snake shit Give me racks for my statements, I’m that amazing [Chorus: Tyga] Uhh, rain, snow, get my hustle on Countin' cash every morning before I leave home (Leave home) Family I love Don’t wanna leave this world alone So before I leave home (Leave home) I pray to God I won’t Loyalty is all I know (Before I leave home) I pray to God I won’t Loyalty is all I know, before I leave home [Verse 3: Lil Wayne] Uhh, on my way to get it I'm a hustler, write it down, take a picture, bitch, print it Ducking the lieutenant, staying on my pivot The game ain’t sweet, but money make you forgive it Uhh, and nothing's promised but a graveyard Can't see myself dyin' broke, Ray Charles Yeah, now rock steady in this motherfucker Paper come fast, Tom Petty in this motherfucker Uhh, now do a doughnut in the money I’m on a paper chase, but the paper ain't running Now fuck the world 'til its cummin', here it comes We get the bread and the crumbs, Young Money [Chorus: Tyga] Uhh, rain, snow, get my hustle on Countin' cash every morning before I leave home (Leave home) Family I love Don’t wanna leave this world alone So before I leave home (Leave home) I pray to God I won’t Loyalty is all I know (Before I leave home) I pray to God I won’t Loyalty is all I know, before I leave home1

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Super Market

Domo Genesis

[Intro: Syd] Hi, welcome to Fuckey Foods. Umm, this lane is open if, if you need, if you to check out. Uhh, you're buying uh, donuts and a pack of Diet Pepsi? Sweet, okay makes sense [Tyler] In this fucking line at Ralph's buying granola bars Left my member's card And now this shit gon' have an extra charge This old bitch in front of me buying a color printer TV dinners, tampons, soy milk, paint thinner [Domo] So here I am at the store for some chips That I'mma pay for with dimes, nickels and quarters and shit And I'm still high, so I'm tryna dip But I'mma cut through the line to get outta this bitch [Tyler] What the fuck, who the fuck's this gay nigga in fake Gucci? Jordan numbers, whatever, wood chain with a Jesus Hey you, what the fuck you think you doing? [Domo] Nigga, fuck you, I'm just eating Ruffles and gotta lotta stuff, fool So, why don't you fucking wipe that stupid look on your face [Tyler] Don't make me shoot up this place with lightsabers and guns And shoot caps at kneecaps to make it harder to run And put your ankles in some boards and pissy water for fun, ugh You might also like[Domo] Nigga, I'm a samurai, cut your skinny ass in half Look up at the aftermath, blow some fucking hash and laugh [Tyler] I'm a fucking ninja and a jedi and I'm from Compton Better pick a better option 'fore these Nikes get to stomping Chomping at your oxygen cords, you fat fake Kenan Thompson Like a virgin, cherry faggot, we could get it poppin' [Domo] I bet you lock and drop it, faggot bitch, you ain't from Compton Dumbo ears, you Mary Poppins, with the piece that Kel was rockin I will fucking beat your ass, box logos through the glass I'll hit you hooky like you skipping class, Lee would get the math [Tyler] Oh, really? You're silly giving tip drills to Nelly Get them Ruffles no Lays cause Kiara might kill me Aw, fuck this! I'm grabbing two kitchen knives And stabbing this Ice Cube look-a-like To show you a nigga with attitude [Domo] Wait, I heard about you from that other nigga Earl How you traveled to Milan and now it only likes girls I'll roundhouse you into a fucking basket Push you into an old lady bagging plastic Hope you get the message, I will stomp you into potholes And fill you up with shells, but you're used to eating tacos [Tyler] Oh, a Taco joke? Domo smoke, I heard your album Sound like some shit a fake Wiz Khalifa poppa wrote I'm insulted, shit, damn, somebody grab the Charmin Never mind these messages, Monica her nigga arming [Domo] Swift-made switch blades made a big incision in him Red dot his forehead ‘cause Riley's into Hinduism And hipsters who happen to be your listeners Doobies roll your booty, ho, Alexis know the truthy, bro [Tyler] Oh, a Lexus? I drive all that around The western hemisphere like all of Kiara's exes And bet this, I'm a mothafuckin' monster Fuck talking, I'll stab you with this fucking rocket launcher [Domo] When I cock the beam back, I'm aiming for Supreme hats Go to Hell, I mean that, burn you like greenbacks [Tyler] You don't mean that, you faggot, I'll get your back And I'll snap it, and strangle you with that fucking leather jacket Fall, bitch, give me everything, I'm taking all this And fleeing the scene on Rufus, my evil walrus, bitch Fuck you, I'm out [Domo] I'm high as fuck and I didn't call for all this I'mma get on my zombie shit, wait, here's my carcass [Outro: Syd] Sir... sir... sir, in the green hat, sir. You... you... you have to pay for that. You have to, the Arizonas, you have to pay for those. I fucking hate this job... Fuck, clean up on aisle six5

Underground Rap

Just a Dream

Nelly

[Chorus] Uh, uh, uh, hey I was thinking 'bout her, thinking 'bout me Thinking 'bout us, what we gon' be? Open my eyes, yeah It was only just a dream So I traveled back, down that road Will she come back? No one knows I realize, yeah It was only just a dream [Verse 1] I was at the top and now it's like I'm in the basement Number one spot, now she found her a replacement I swear now I can't take it Knowing somebody's got my baby And now you ain't around, baby, I can't think I shoulda put it down, shoulda got that ring 'Cause I can still feel it in the air See her pretty face, run my fingers through her hair My lover, my life My shawty, my wife She left me, I'm tight 'Cause I knew that it just ain't right [Chorus] Uh, uh, uh, hey I was thinking 'bout her, thinking 'bout me Thinking 'bout us, what we gon' be? Open my eyes, yeah It was only just a dream So I travel back, down that road Will she come back? No one knows I realize, yeah It was only just a dream See Nelly LiveGet tickets as low as $43You might also like[Verse 2] When I be riding man I swear I see her face at every turn Tryna get my Usher on but I can't let it Burn And I just hope she know that she the only one I yearn - for More and more, I miss her, when will I learn? Didn't give her all my love, I guess now I got my payback Now I'm in the club thinking all about my baby Hey, she was so easy to love But wait, I guess that love wasn't enough I'm going through it every time that I'm alone And now I'm missing, wishing she pick up the phone But she made a decision that she wanted to move on 'Cause I was wrong [Chorus] Uh, uh, uh I was thinking 'bout her, thinking 'bout me Thinking 'bout us, what we gon' be? Open my eyes, yeah It was only just a dream So I travel back, down that road Will she come back? No one knows I realize, yeah It was only just a dream [Bridge] If you ever loved somebody, put your hands up If you ever loved somebody, put your hands up And now they're gone And you wishing you could give them everything Everything (Hey) Said if you ever loved somebody, put your hands up If you ever loved somebody, put your hands up And now they're gone And you wishing you could give them everything [Chorus] Uh, uh, uh I was thinking 'bout her, thinking 'bout me Thinking 'bout us, what we gon' be? Open my eyes, yeah It was only just a dream So I travel back, down that road Will she come back? No one knows I realize, yeah It was only just a dream Uh, uh, uh I was thinking 'bout her, thinking 'bout me Thinking 'bout us, what we gon' be? Open my eyes, yeah It was only just a dream So I travel back, down that road Will she come back? No one knows I realize, yeah It was only just a dream50

Hip-HopRap

Against the Grain

Akon

[Verse 1: Akon] So soft and slow Never knew, a girl could be so goddamn cold I know the way she move got me spendin' my dough, and yo If you would have seen what I seen on that pole, just know [Pre-Chorus: Akon] That I was wrong for fallin' in love (love) I was wrong for fallin' in love (they always said don't love a ho) Said I was wrong for fallin' in love (love, don't do it yo) I was wrong for fallin in love (they always said don't love a ho) But I just went against the grain [Chorus: Akon] It was a feelin' I can't explain, and it felt like harmony Singin in my face like dee-dee-da-di-do-da-de I don't want it to ever go away I want it around me everyday Singin in my face like dee-dee-da-di-do-da-de [Verse 2: Ray Lavender] Look at me, I'm stuck The bubble in her pants got me caught up, I never had no luck Thinkin with the wrong head got me jumpin' out there with no glove It feels so good, had me sprung out on that stuff, now I'm stuck See Akon LiveGet tickets as low as $345You might also like[Pre-Chorus: Ray Lavender & Akon] That's what I get for fallin' in love (love) That's what I get for fallin' in love (they always said don't love a ho) That's what I get for fallin' in love (love, don't do it yo) That's what I get for fallin' in love (they always said don't love a ho) But I just went against the grain [Chorus: Akon & Ray Lavender] It was a feelin' I can't explain (woah), and it felt like harmony (harmony) Singin in my face like dee-dee-da-di-do-da-de (uuh) I don't want it to ever go away (I don't) I want it around me everyday (Uh, oh yeah) Singin in my face like dee-dee-da-di-do-da-de (Woah, yeah) [Verse 3: Akon] So thick, so raw That oil all over her body stole my heart, I'm cold The way she dropped down won't allow me to close my jaw, cause I'm Already in love and I knew better from the start, oh no [Pre-Chorus: Akon] That I was wrong for fallin' in love (love) I was wrong for fallin' in love (they always said don't love a ho) Said I was wrong for fallin' in love (love, don't do it yo) I was wrong for fallin in love (they always said don't love a ho) But I just went against the grain [Chorus: Akon] It was a feelin' I can't explain (explain), and it felt like harmony (yeah) Singin in my face like dee-dee-da-di-do-da-de (do-da-de) I don't want it to ever go away (I don't) I want it around me everyday (everyday) Singin in my face like dee-dee-da-di-do-da-de (yeah) It was a feelin' I can't explain (can't explain), and it felt like harmony (harmony) Singin in my face like dee-dee-da-di-do-da-de (uh yeah) I don't want it to ever go away (away) I want it around me everyday (everyday) Singin in my face like dee-dee-da-di-do-da-de (he)6

Hip-HopRap

Concrete Schoolyard

Jurassic 5

[Intro] (We were sitting out on the step, you know) [Verse 1] Now I'ma say this one time, boy, and that's my word We rockin' shots and not fire through the Hindenburg The contribution is clear, you add water to bone And get the Jurassic 5 on the microphone Now if you like the tone and how the harmony's done And the sucka emcees die before they've begun Well, I'd like to know if you've got the notion 'Cause we're number one I'm not trying to say my style is better than yours I'm just on some other shit So when you hear it, you can feel it The vibe is energized by the presence of my spirit No interference, we persevere The purpose is clear We're here to leave your ear hurtin' severe You're lurking in fear 'Cause we take it back like Robin Loxley Rockin' from countryside to spots where hard rocks be I often wonder if these emcees even know how it feels To dedicate they whole life to this mic of steel It's not about the bills, that's not keeping it real A lot of tight rappers out here ain't got no deals We appeal to the brothers with flow finesse 'Cause it's the hundred-watt bloodshot Game of Death 'Cause we're protected by the covenants of words and beats Rewind and feel the heat, recline and take a seat You might also like[Chorus] So, uh, let's take it back to the concrete streets Original beats from real live emcees Playground tactics, no rabbit in a hat tricks Just that classic rap shit from Jurassic Let's take it back to the concrete streets Original beats from real live emcees Playground tactics, no rabbit in a hat tricks Just that classic rap shit from Jurassic [Verse 2] Now I walk from Tranzania, earthquake Transylvania And on the way, I kicked a hole through the Wall of China Just to get the right blend 'Cause I'm schizophrenic of the pen Wait a minute, I fell into the deep end You shouldn't have told me The pyramids can hold me So now a contest is what you owe me Pull out your beats, pull out your cuts Give us a mic (What up?), and we gon' tear shit up I'm on some old and forgotten Sun up to sundown like picking cotton The Nutty Professor science droppin' Rockin' Robin's hood from New York to Compton Me and my three sons, Jabari, Shakir, and Kahsum [Chorus] So, uh, let's take it back to the concrete streets Original beats from real live emcees Playground tactics, no rabbit in a hat tricks Just that classic rap shit from Jurassic Let's take it back to the concrete streets Original beats from real live emcees Playground tactics, no rabbit in a hat tricks Just that classic rap shit from Jurassic [Verse 3] Hey, I'm 2na-Fish from U-N-I-T-Y Do or die, anti-Illuminati, why Do the liquid from my vocals make the ghetto start swimmin'? Forever winning, I'm in it like Meadowlark Lemon I get goosebumps when the bassline thumps A sucka emcee freestyle, he had mine for lunch Marc 7even get you open like an attaché Briefcase, in this case, the victor is no way Ah, ah, the tool spinners, cookin' a full dinner Killin' the firstborn of lyrical Yul Brynners When is it the academy rattling your anatomy? Gotta be J5 so kill all of your fake flattery That'll be the day when labels pay our way 2na, what you say when emcees come to play? Man fi dead, 'cause we take it back like Spinal Tap Preparing your intellect before your final nap [Chorus] So, uh, let's take it back to the concrete streets Original beats from real live emcees Playground tactics, no rabbit in a hat tricks Just that classic rap shit from Jurassic Let's take it back to the concrete streets Original beats from real live emcees Playground tactics, no rabbit in a hat tricks [Verse 4] Just got beef, huh, watch how I settle it I'll fuck around and arrest your whole development I'm eloquent when it comes to digital display I'm ready for the world while you 'url off the Tanqueray Tactics, my shit's Jurassic 5 Fingers of death while you exhale and inhale With a deep breath with my chop suey style 'Cause I'm a lyrical chef, I gets mines to the death 'Cause I be cookin', from here to Brooklyn Your shit's annoying like fat-ass Bookman on Good Times When I rhyme, I hit the designated area I hope you got your shots, 'cause this is lyrical malaria Spreadin', beheadin' fools with the punishment I live in America, but fuck this government A hundred and fifty times over silk with lead While y'all drink the Similac, my rhymes are breast-fed No artificial nipples, I flip the real skills I thought I told you once, I kick the lyrical windmills And backspin Benedict strictly for my benefit I step on toes when I flow, don't get offended Come and get with it, comprehended when I kick it I represent the real from the beginning to the end of it7

Hip-HopRap

My Philosophy

Boogie Down Productions

[Intro] ("So, you're a philosopher?") ("Yes, I think very deeply.") In about four seconds, a teacher will begin to speak [Verse 1: KRS-One] Let us begin, what, where, why or when Will all be explained like instructions to a game See I'm not insane, in fact I'm kind of rational When I be asking you, "Who is more dramatical?" This one or that one, the white one or the black one Pick the punk and I'll jump up to attack one KRS-One is just the guy to lead a crew Right up to your face and diss you Everyone saw me on the last album cover Holding a pistol, something far from a lover Beside my brother, S-C-O-T-T I just laughed 'cause no one can defeat me This is lecture number two, "My Philosophy" Number one, was "Poetry" you know it's me This is "My Philosophy," many artists got to learn I'm not flammable, I don't burn So please stop burning and learn to earn respect 'Cause that's just what KR collects See, what do you expect when you rhyme like a soft punk? You walk down the street and get jumped You got to have style and learn to be original And everybody's gonna wanna diss you Like me, we stood up for the South Bronx And every sucker MC had a response You think we care? I know that they are on the tip My posse from the Bronx is thick In real real life, we roll correctly A lot of suckers would like to forget me But they can't 'cause like a champ I have got a record Of knocking out the frauds in a second On the mic, I believe that you should get loose I haven't come to tell you I got juice I just produce, create, innovate on a higher level I'll be back, but for now just sekkle! You might also like[Break] In about four seconds, a teacher will begin to speak [Verse 2: KRS-One] I'll play the nine and you play the target You all know my name so I guess I'll just start it Or should I say start this, teaching I'm the artist Styles and new concepts at their hardest Yo, 'cause I'm a teacher and Scott is a scholar It ain't about money cause we all make dollars That's why I walk with my head up When I hear wack rhymes I get fed up Rap is like a set-up, a lot of games A lot of suckers with colorful names I'm so-and-so, I'm this, I'm that Huh, but they all just wick-wick-wack I'm not white or red or black, I'm brown From the Boogie Down Productions, of course, our music be thumping Others say they're bad, but they're bugging Let me show you something now about Hip Hop About D-Nice, Melodie, and Scott La Rock I'll get a pen, a pencil, a marker Mainly, what I write is for the average New Yorker Some MCs be talking and talking Trying to show how Black people are walking But I don't walk this way to portray Or reinforce stereotypes of today Like all my brothers eat chicken and watermelon Talk broken English and drug selling See, I'm telling and teaching pure facts The way some act in rap is kind of wack And it lacks creativity and intelligence But they don't care 'cause their company's selling it It's my philosophy on the industry Don't bother dissing me or even wishing we'd 'Cause it's about time one of y'all hear it And hear it first-hand from an intelligent brown man A vegetarian, no goat or ham Or chicken or turkey or hamburger 'Cause to me that's suicide, self-murder Let us get back to what we call hip-hop And what it meant to DJ Scott La Rock [Break] ("So, you're a philosopher?") ("Yes, I think very deeply.") In about four seconds, a teacher will begin to speak [Verse 3: KRS-One] How many MCs must get dissed Before somebody says, "Don't f*** with Kris!"? This is just one style, out of many Like a piggy bank, this is one penny My brother's name is Kenny, that's Kenny Parker My other brother I.C.U. is much darker Boogie Down Productions is made up of teachers The lecture is conducted from the mic into the speaker Who gets weaker: the king or the teacher? It's not about a salary, it's all about reality Teachers teach and do the world good Kings just rule and most are never understood If you were to rule or govern a certain industry All inside this room right now would be in misery No one would get along nor sing a song 'Cause everyone'd be singing for the king, am I wrong? I say yo, what's up? It's me again Scott La Rock, KRS, BDP again Many people had the nerve to think we would end the trend With Criminal Minded, an album which is only ten Funky, funky, funky, funky, funky hit records No more than four minutes and some seconds The competition checks and checks and keeps checking They take the album, take it home and start sweating Why? Well, it's simple, to them, it's kind of vital To take KRS-One's title To them, I'm like an idol, some type of entity In everybody's rhyme, they wanna mention me? Or rather mention us, me and Scott La Rock But they can get bust, get robbed, get dropped I don't play around, nor do I eff around And you can tell by the bodies that are left around When some clown jumps up to get beat down Broken down to his very last compound See how it sound, a little un-rational A lot of MCs like to use the word "dramatical" [Outro: KRS-One] Fresh for '88, you suckers18

Hip-HopRap

I’m On It

Tyga

[Chorus: Tyga] Haha, haha, I-I'm on it I'm on it, uh, uh I-I'm on it Ha, ha, ha, I'm on it I-If we talkin' 'bout money, bitch, I'm on it [Verse 1: Tyga] Ha, snapback, chin up, gold chain nigga Stripes no Tigger, Tyga bitches Hundred proof liquor, live no liver There's hoes in this muthafucka straight trippin' A nigga no different, so we hold the heat though Smash on the bitch, brains lookin' like meatloaf The ho know me close, she lyin', Leos Pedigree and swag is so cold, zero Hop in Medino, oops, I meant Medina Life is a bitch, better know how to treat her I don't get in between, my goal be to win Young Money Heisman, rookies of the year, bitch [Chorus: Tyga] Haha, haha, I-I'm on it I'm on it, uh, uh I-I'm on it Ha, ha, ha, I'm on it I-If we talkin' 'bout money, bitch, I'm on it See Tyga LiveGet tickets as low as $42You might also like[Verse 2: Tyga] Ha, raise hell boy, hell yeah, I'm hot, hello Boy yellow but my bitch black from the ghetto Put the flow in a pot, watch the shit sizzle You grillin' me, better break fast, McGriddle I ain't finna slow down, keep runnin' your mouth I'm runnin' the real estate, party in the fuckin' house My niggas is loud in the lobby, they can't shut us down Ha-Have a drink, drink, drink, some Coke and a smile No clown, but I hit the party then I'm out I run town all day, twenty-four miles A hunnid and fifty on the dash, can't even count K-Keep fuckin', bitch, ain't shit to talk about [Chorus: Tyga, Lil Wayne] Haha, haha, I-I'm on it I'm on it, uh, uh I-I'm on it Ha, ha, ha, I'm on it I-If we talkin' 'bout money, bitch, I'm on it Ah, ah, ah, oh [Verse 3: Lil Wayne] Uh, be-best rapper, C.E.O Fine as wine flow, Pinot Grigio Niggas can't fuck with me Neither bitches, neither hoes Life is a motherfuckin' gamble, Peter Rose Momma taught me well, kush and the L Paper everywhere like books just fell More money to make, more pussy to smell Like yeah, I'm a Libra, life or death on a scale New Orleans nigga with my dick up in my right hand Young Money nigga, money longer than a lifespan Still go to sleep with my Bible on my nightstand Flyer than a bitch and you ain't even got your flight plan [Chorus: Tyga, Lil Wayne, Both] Haha, haha, I-I'm on it (Haha) I'm on it, uh, uh I-I'm on it Ha, ha, ha (Tunechi), I'm on it (Yeah) I-If we talkin' 'bout money, bitch, I'm on it (Tunechi) [Outro: Lil Wayne, Tyga] So woo Soo woo, trill (I'm on it) Hahahaha (I-I'm on it) Yeah (I-I'm on it) I-If we talkin' 'bout money, bitch, I'm on it2

Hip-HopRap

Horse & Carriage

Cam’ron

[Intro: Mase] Uncle Manson Cameron Giles And I'm Mason Betha And this Untertainment And we're gonna rise to the top Jacob the Chancellor And Troy Topper [Verse 1: Cam'ron] Ayo, you might see Cam in designer underwear In a reclining leather chair, reminders everywhere How we pull up in whips, the minors start to stare And when it comes to girls, they behind us everywhere I mean, when I hang up on 'em, they pressin' redial I mean what the fuck is it, why you stressin' me child It'd be one thing if you were finessin' my style But when I go to court, you know the dress of the trial You not my wife, so if I ask head I be foul You better be down, the only question better be 'how' Threaten' me now, bet me a thou, no girl deadin' me now In the SC we're gone, are you sexy in thongs If you'll sex in the Lex and your head be the bomb I'll get you that stuff that Gretzky skate on (What you mean "Gretzky be on"?) Ice (Oh you're gonna buy me diamonds?!) Bitch, Shut the fuck up! You might also like[Chorus: Mase] Mamacita Horse and carriage is for hire Mamacita, please senorita We gonna rise to the top Horse and carriage, see my love's for hire [Verse 2: Cam'ron] Yo Hey yo, I love when cats think they bigger than a sumo That's when I hit 'em with a little Puerto Rican judo Oh, you don't know what that is That's when I say "ju don't know who gat this is" (And ju don't know) Yo' guns is hand me downs (And ju don't know) We'll put you where you can't be found (And ju don't know) You better toughin' up ('Cause ju don't know) Nigga we'll fuck you up (And ju don't know) Baby, we don't need you And when it comes to 'Jimmy,' my name's 'me' too 'Cause when he got cash, I was like "me too" And when he got ass I said "me too" And when he got the drop I was like "me too" And when he almost got shot I said "me too" What you get now is just a preview We all tinted out, your car's see-through I see you [Chorus: Mase] Mamacita Horse and carriage is for hire Mamacita, please senorita We gonna rise to the top Horse and carriage, see my love's for hire [Verse 3: Cam'ron] Ayo, I pull to the hotel with my shit on blast Tell the valet "Motherfucker don't hit my Jag" Seen the bell boy, nigga he can kiss my ass Just show me my room nigga, and get my bags So the girl, that's my hon, almost dropped his glass I guess he was shocked when I touched her ass It really wasn't nothin' she was peedy aight "Does that say Harlem World?", yeah you readin' it right And we havin a party, be there tonight Like Phil Collins have her in "The Heat Of The Night" 'Cause Cam rocks the party (All Night Long) 'Til when? ('Til the early morn') It don't stop (and uh), it don't quit (And uh) drop six, (and uh) we pop Cris' Right now too tipsy to drive But I got my horse and carriage right outside [Chorus: Mase] Mamacita Horse and carriage is for hire Mamacita, please senorita We gonna rise to the top Horse and carriage, see my love's for hire Mamacita Horse and carriage is for hire Mamacita, please senorita We gonna rise to the top Michael Foster, Huddy Combs Jimmy Jones, Mason Betha and Bloodshed for ever And we gonna rise And we gonna rise And we gonna rise Andre Thompson [Production by Trackmasters]1

Comics and Games

1000 Faces

Joe Budden

[Verse 1: Joe Budden] Now we were once two niggas of the same kind Went to holla at a hoochie with the same line Sorta, honestly Ill never guessed you were a hoarder And all that would manifest cause of what we both thought of her So I’m like “how could you get mad of what she thought of me” I found out seasons don’t only change quarterly Cause you got bitter, it was real fickle With me saying “girls are a dime a dozen” to a nigga with a nickel I guess nobody told him that gossip and slander is not the answer Wish I’da known that she woulda flipped out of propaganda Ice in my veins, some people are less skilled And he brought me up on charges when his ego got killed When my friends in doubt, they learned a valuable lesson bout In 30 years I ain’t reckon how to reconcile What hurts more? The act of getting cut off Or realizing that your 2 cents wasn’t worth more [Hook: Scott Stapp & Mark Tremonti] (So, you know it's hell, you know it well) Now I'm forced to look behind I'm forced to look at you You wear a thousand faces Tell me, tell which is you (So, you know it's hell, you know it well) Broken mirrors paint the floor Why can't you see the truth You wear a thousand faces Tell me, tell me which is you You might also like[Verse 2] Nothing could help somebody switch up more then thirst can I seen the ill effect that fame can have first hand Am I to blame for the person that you became? Were you’re already on that path? Its so hard for me to explain Look, some indicate that im watching who I never met I see some things happening now that you would never let If you were in your right mind Were you showing me the right person at the right time Or were you trying to make it easy? Did it really please you to please me Did that make you change everything about you to appease me? My prides in shambles, wondering why and when did you decide to gamble Or are you competing with Mya Campbell When did that become suitable How could you make something so ugly out of what was once beautiful Next time beauty’s headed towards me I plan to dodge Until I see its not just being used as a camouflage [Hook] [Verse 3] Only reason I continue to antagonize Just my way of bringing truth into a pack of lies Reveals peoples true colors, removes a bad disguise Even though its something I predicted I just act surprised That way the armor never chinks on me Drunk mouth, sober tongue homie drinks on me That way I’m protected, y’all got no choice but to respect it Seen too many come and go to be affected And how is it not expected I’m hip to what its bound to be And them relationships, combined ain’t weigh a pound to me And so the bullshit, make sure its tasteful when its done You can keep your 1000 faces, but try being faithful to one [Hook (faded to outro)]3

Alternative

Firework

Katy Perry

[Verse 1] Do you ever feel like a plastic bag Drifting through the wind, wanting to start again? Do you ever feel, feel so paper-thin Like a house of cards, one blow from cavin' in? Do you ever feel already buried deep? Six feet under screams, but no one seems to hear a thing Do you know that there's still a chance for you? 'Cause there's a spark in you [Pre-Chorus] You just gotta ignite the light And let it shine Just own the night Like the Fourth of July [Chorus] 'Cause baby, you're a firework Come on show 'em what you're worth Make 'em go, "Awe, awe, awe" As you shoot across the sky-y-y Baby, you're a firework Come on, let your colors burst Make 'em go, "Awe, awe, awe" You're gonna leave 'em all in awe, awe, awe See Katy Perry LiveGet tickets as low as $81You might also like[Verse 2] You don't have to feel like a waste of space You're original, cannot be replaced If you only knew what the future holds After a hurricane comes a rainbow Maybe a reason why all the doors are closed So you could open one that leads you to the perfect road Like a lightning bolt, your heart will glow And when it's time, you'll know [Pre-Chorus] You just gotta ignite the light And let it shine Just own the night Like the Fourth of July [Chorus] 'Cause baby, you're a firework Come on, show 'em what you're worth Make 'em go, "Awe, awe, awe" As you shoot across the sky-y-y Baby, you're a firework Come on, let your colors burst Make 'em go, "Awe, awe, awe" You're gonna leave 'em all in awe, awe, awe [Bridge] "Boom, boom, boom" Even brighter than the moon, moon, moon It's always been inside of you, you, you And now it's time to let it throu-ou-ough [Chorus] 'Cause baby, you're a firework Come on show 'em what you're worth Make 'em go, "Awe, awe, awe," As you shoot across the sky-y-y Baby, you're a firework Come on, let your colors burst Make 'em go, "Awe, awe, awe" You're gonna leave 'em all in awe, awe, awe [Outro] "Boom, boom, boom" Even brighter than the moon, moon, moon "Boom, boom, boom" Even brighter than the moon, moon, moon86

Pop

La La La

Lil Wayne

[Intro: Lil Wayne] Uh-huh That's right, Carter 3, come on Yea, yeah Walk with me, come go with me Yeah It's Lil' Weezy, baby, hahaha [Hook: Lil Wayne & Sample] And I'm just lightin' up my... La, la la la la la la (Yeah) La-la-la, la (Yeah, yeah) La, la la la la la la (One-seven) La-la-la, la (Cash Money, Young Money) Tell the story [Verse 1: Lil Wayne] Born in New Orleans, raised in New Orleans I will forever remain faithful, New Orleans I thank you, New Orleans—thank you, Hollygrove That's been my hood since a snotty-nose I come through the hood, suicidal doors I used to come through the hood on the handlebars Gat in my draws, money in my pocket Crack in my jaws—I hope it don't dissolve And you know I'm ducking Five-O and my moms Young'un' quick to go off, like car alarms Now, the young'un' keep his mind on the Parmesan Them other niggas ain't eating, like a Ramadan Spit the shit that make you feel it in your chromosomes Got some money, put my whole damn corner on Young Carter Part 3, I'm the cornerstone Eagle Street, keep it going 'til homies home And I'm just lightin' up my— You might also like[Hook: Lil Wayne & Sample] La, la la la la la la (Yeah) La-la-la, la (Yeah, yeah) La, la la la la la la (Yeah) La-la-la, la (C'mon, I'm just lighting up my...) La, la la la la la la (Yeah) La-la-la, la (Yeah, yeah) La, la la la la la la (Can I kick it?) La-la-la, la [Verse 2: Lil Wayne] Can I kick my story to y'all? My glory in God, my faith in my flow I pray that I go where no other rapper has And when you're rappin' as— Vivid as I, your limit is the sky, so I Study B.I., I bang 2Pac I hum Aaliyah, and Soulja Slim was a leader Who am I not to follow greatness? I give these MCs hell like they all atheists Tell them hatin' niggas, "One!" like they in The Matrix And tell the cops I can buy my own bracelets I'ma keep the paper running, like a pair of ASICS Used to sport the Gucci Bucks, nigga, no laces Striped Polo, five-pocket Girbaud Mama got her tubes tied and rocking dolo I used to have the starter jacket with the logo And the hat—me, myself, I had the N-O: that's the Saints, nigga [Hook: Lil Wayne & Sample] La, la la la la la la La-la-la, la (Yeah, yeah) La, la la la la la la La-la-la, la (And I'm just lighting up my...) La, la la la la la la (You know) La-la-la, la (You know) La, la la la la la la (Weezy, baby, yeah) La-la-la, la [Verse 3: Lil Wayne] It's Lil Wayne, I'ma shine in the rain Now, nothing gets cleared without me signing my name I'm just headlining the game Won't quit until I'm A-Rod in the game They riding the bench, they not in the game I misplaced the key to the lock and chain My spot remain, like a bleach stain—or cranberry It's Murder She Wrote like Angela Lansbury I remember being small, man New toys when my mom would win the card game Got my gifts before Christmas, then have to wait for them I had a ten-speeder, scooter, and a skateboard, haha! Then, we moved to the suburbs Me and lil' Toya Johnson was lovebirds, aww, man! And I swear, I feel born again I'm in the building, like the audience, just lightin' up my— [Hook: Lil Wayne & Sample] La, la la la la la la La-la-la, la La, la la la la la la La-la-la, la La, la la la la la la La-la-la, la La, la la la la la la La-la-la, la La, la la la la la la La-la-la, la La, la la la la la la La-la-la, la La, la la la la la la La-la-la, la La, la la la la la la La-la-la, la [Outro: Sample] Do, do-do, do-do-do Do-ah, do-ah-ooh Do, do-do, do-do-do Do-ah, do-ah-ooh Do, do-do, do-do-do Do-ah, do-ah-ooh Do, do-do, do-do-do Do-ah, do-ah-ooh10

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Tha Mobb

Lil Wayne

[Intro] Yeah Hardbody, hardbody Carter, Carter, Carter Yeah Let's go [Verse] Cash Money, Young Money, motherfuck the other side They can fuck with us if they want, I bring 'em homicide Word to my mama, I'm gon' continue bombin' Told her gettin' out the game is like coming out of a coma I'm trying, but I'm normal, when this rap shit get boring All I ask is that you pray for me (Please) And the beat keep crying, and I'ma keep beating her (Yeah) Fee, I'm fucking her, I'm deep in her, sleep in her (Yeah) And what happens when the reaper come? (Huh?) I'm just hoping that he sends that elevator up (Yeah) I made enough, I ain't make shit (Nah) So while I'm here, I'ma take that and take this (Nigga) Breakfast, yes Let's eat, wipe your mouth when you finished (Yeah) Then hunt for the lunch and dinner No beginner to the criminal activity (Come on) Fuck with them, they rushing in like Seminoles (Oh), Indians (Oh) No bow and arrows, Harold (No) Just Ninas, Gina (Damn) Just choppers, Robert (Damn) Carter II, tell me how is you gon' stop a riot? (Huh?) I lock and seal it (Yeah), I'm the best, I can feel it (Yeah) I'm in the lead, I could pop a wheelie (Got 'em) Not for rookies, late bloomers, stay in the womb (Go) I'm here, motherfucker, make room, boom Young Tune, the big kahuna (Yeah) It's my ocean, baby, y'all niggas is tuna (Yeah) Better now than sooner (Yeah), Junior Flying 'round your city, tryna take a number two on ya (Hah) I ain't goin' nowhere special, I won't never leave (Uh-uh) Shit, I'm already a legend if I ever leave (You know) Can't get rid of me (Uh-uh), not little me (No) Man, I got 'em, I'ma get 'em, B (I got 'em, B) I'm hungry like I didn't eat (Yeah) I want it like I didn't see a mil' before seventeen (Boy) What the fuck you niggas telling me? (Huh?) You pups can't keep up with the pedigree (Get back) Catch me where the weather be (Hah) Somewhere in the seventies (Yeah), call myself settling Palm trees, promethazine, but what's new? (Tell 'em) Sometimes I can't cut through that rough loop (Yeah) Get fucked so many times 'til it's fuck you (Fuck 'em) So, how you wan' do it? Baby, we can get it All you gotta do is say it and I'm with it Money or murder, you my nigga (Yeah), my jelly preserver I'ma ride, baby, 'til the judge give me a verdict, yeah Hear me or heard me, I get it and serve it, 'cause (Yeah) Every time I did it, I hit it and hurt it, yeah Now I kill it, the mission accomplished, yeah The niggas abolished, the bitches astonished, and (Yeah) Then they pay homage, when did they find it? But Now that they know, it's a must I remind 'em, so They don't forget it, I underline it, and I'm in the sky when the thunder's cryin', youngin I been through all that, I done done what you sayin' I put it down when the others was playin' (Yeah) When the jungle was open, I rolled in with the riders Stole food from the bears, and brought it back to the lions (Yeah) Hold court with the apes, I'm a gorilla, but lighter (Yeah) Got the eye of a tiger, the heart of a fighter, yeah Start 'em, ignite 'em (Yeah), I walk through fire Watch the flames start multiplyin', woo, yeah Alter a nigga, nina talk to a nigga (Yeah) Take a chunk out your body like a shark bit a nigga (Damn) I'm awkward like Cartwright, fuck with a nigga Shot ugly, but my arch right, come on, dawg, bark, bite (Nothin') Fork in the road, I'm always going right Nowadays, knowing life, ain't no more road lights (Woah) We can't see, but we gon' make it to the finish line It's right there, the goal line right behind the scrimmage line (Hut) Touchdown, check the scoreboard, give me mines (Yeah) Semi nine fit me fine, hit a nigga twenty times (Bah-bah-bah-bah, bah) Damn, then one more to the face (Bah) Just so they close the casket like I pay to close the case (Yeah) I'm made, straight mafia shit Front line, top rank, ready to die for my shit (Yeah) And the obvious shit? If I talk about my rivalry, they probably get rich So fuck 'em, I'ma let 'em sit (Yeah) And I ain't ducking 'cause I'm right here (Right here), I'm chestin' up I don't care who at the top of the stairs, I'm steppin' up (Woah) See, you fucking up the money, baby And that ain't good business You starting to look like a witness (Fuck 'em) And this is for the gangsters and the bitches (Yeah) The hustlers and the hoes (Yeah) Crossover? Whatever, mainstream? No 'Cause Wayne thinks silent (Ah), Wayne'll never fold (Uh-uh) You heard it right here if the game was ever told (Nigga) Lift up your toes and look under a rug Trust me, that's history under all that dust So deep down in the dirty, there lies us (Who?) Yeah, Cash Money Records, and I'm still upfront (Yeah) Stunna, pop a bottle, baby, peel us a blunt Let's eat and talk about all of the niggas we cut But, you know what? Let's not fuck up our lunch That's real shit if you ever seen such, church You might also like[Outro] Tha Mobb Nigga28

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Ayo Technology

50 Cent

[Intro: 50 Cent] Somethin' special Unforgettable 50 Cent (Cent) Justin ('tin) Timbaland ('land) Goddamn, damn [Bridge: 50 Cent] She, she, she want it, I wanna give it to her She know that it's right here for her I wanna see her break it down (Yeah) I'm ballin', throwing money 'round [Verse 1: 50 Cent] She a working girl, she work the pole She break it down, she take it low She fine as hell, she 'bout the dough She doing her thing out on the floor Her money-money, she make it, make it Look at the way she shake it, shake it Make you wanna touch it, make you wanna taste it Have you lusting for it, going crazy, face it Now don't stop, get it, get it The way she shake it make you wanna hit it Think she double-jointed from the way she split it Got your head fucked up from the way she did it She so much more than you used to She know just how to move to seduce you She gon' do the right thing and touch the right spots And dance in your lap 'til you ready to pop See 50 Cent LiveGet tickets as low as $15You might also like[Bridge: 50 Cent & Justin Timberlake; Justin Timberlake] She always ready, when you want it, she want it Like a nympho, the info, I'll show you where to meet her On the late night, 'til daylight, the club jumping If you want a good time, she gon' give you what you want Let me talk to you [Pre-Chorus: Justin Timberlake] Baby, you're so new-age, you're like my new craze Let's get together, maybe we can start a new phase This smoke's got the club all hazy Spotlights don't do you justice, baby Why don't you come over here? [Chorus: Justin Timberlake] You got me saying, "Ayo!" I'm tired of using technology Why don't you sit down on top of me? Ayo! I'm tired of using technology I need you right in front of me Ooh, she wants it, ugh, ugh, she wants it Ooh, she wants it (So) I gotta give it to her Ooh, she wants it, ugh, ugh, she wants it Ooh, she wants it (So) I gotta give it to her [Post-Chorus: Timbaland] Your hips, your thighs, they got me hypnotized Let me tell you Your hips, your thighs, they got me hypnotized Let me tell you Your hips, your thighs, they got me hypnotized Let me tell you Your hips, your thighs, they got me hypnotized Let me tell you, girl [Verse 2: 50 Cent] Got a thing for that thing she got The way she make it tick, the way she make it pop I make it rain for her so she don't stop I ain't got to move, I can sit and watch In the fantasy, it's plain to see Just how it be, her and me Backstroking, sweat soaking all into my satin sheets When she ready to ride, I'm ready to roll I'll be in this bitch 'til the club close Watching her do her thing on all fours Now that—that there should be 'gainst the law [Bridge: 50 Cent, 50 Cent & Justin Timberlake; Justin Timberlake] From side to side, left to right, break it down, down, down Know I like when you're hype and you throw it all around Different style, different mood, damn, I like the way you move Girl, you got me thinking 'bout all the things I'll do to you Let's get it poppin', shawty, we could switch positions From the couch to the counters in my kitchen Let me talk to you [Pre-Chorus: Justin Timberlake] Baby, you're so new-age, you're like my new craze Let's get together, maybe we can start a new phase This smoke's got the club all hazy Spotlights don't do you justice, baby Why don't you come over here? [Chorus: Justin Timberlake] You got me saying, "Ayo!" I'm tired of using technology Why don't you sit down on top of me? Ayo! I'm tired of using technology I need you right in front of me Ooh, she wants it, ugh, ugh, she wants it Ooh, she wants it (So) I gotta give it to her Ooh, she wants it, ugh, ugh, she wants it Ooh, she wants it (So) I gotta give it to her [Post-Chorus: Timbaland] Your hips, your thighs, they got me hypnotized Let me tell you Your hips, your thighs, they got me hypnotized Let me tell you Your hips, your thighs, they got me hypnotized Let me tell you Your hips, your thighs, they got me hypnotized Let me tell you, girl25

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Domier

Domo Genesis

[Verse] Put that shit in the air, O.G. got me feeling rare Flashy nigga, I don't care, pre-rolleds in my Domier Louis shit for hoochie chicks who gon' flock in here Cause they hear I'm the hottest shit that's gonna drop this year Stop in fear, Domien the Genesis Put flames to any shit, chiefing like I'm an Indian I don't think I'm a quit this shit, like I invented it Salute me gang apprentice-ship where you can't get no membership Simple with sentences, soft spoken like bitches lips Scathe yours, but here to take 'em back like we rented this So where my mental is, higher than the sky is The flyest, the flyer bitches wanna fuck a pilot Ignite it, the weed, the medicator supplied it The more doobie I smoke the more heavier my eyelids Exactly what fly is, coming from the tip-top Everybody wanna hate me like Chris Rock Catch another O of weed at the pit stop Wipe me down I'm blowing paper cause my shit's hot Did you catch that? I'm scribbling outside the lines Copped a couple G-Shocks, my bitch said I should buy some time It's such a movie, this little exciting life of mine Bomb main bitch and a half-asian concubine Genesis, what is life like for you? Raps, nice shoes, girls times two Fly shit, recognition of my whole crew I'm that nigga right now, watch me redefine cool, cool, coolYou might also like2

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Jazzmataz (Guru Tribute)

Jay Electronica

[Intro: Martin Luther King Jr.] We’ve got some difficult days ahead. But it really doesn’t matter with me now Because I’ve been to the mountaintop; I don’t mind Like anybody, I would like to live a long life. Longevity has its place. But I'm not concerned about that now. I just want to do God's will. And He's allowed me to go up to the mountain. And I've looked over. And I've seen the Promised Land. I may not get there with you. But I want you to know tonight, that we, as a people, will get to the promised land! And so I'm happy, tonight I'm not worried about anything I'm not fearing any man! Mine eyes have seen the glory of the coming of the Lord!! [Verse 1: Jay Electronica] Boom bash dash I had to break, I had to get away Pack my bags, headed for Greyhound, it was a Monday Time to start my mission I felt that burning feeling in my soul, I had to listen I had this re-ocurring dream from the stage in a suit with a fade I had set the game ablaze and they threw me a parade I stacked a little change and took my family out the caves But I was trapped in a maze like a lab rat And at the bottom of the barrel where they keep the crabs at No Geico, no Aflac, nothing to fall back on But the streets where niggas cussed out the police and sold they crack on Better known as back home, where they treat the Arabs and the Spanish and the blacks wrong There he go with that song You may be tired but I spit what I'm inspired From the Lord of the worlds cause the devil is a liar You might also like[Hook: Tone Treasure] Say, I've seen the lightning flashing (yes I did) And I've seen the thunder roar But you can't (you can't keep me down for long) Because I'm getting stronger (Because I keep getting stronger) [Verse 2: Jay Electronica] My style is like a shot of Jack Daniels, a baby grand piano Lightening Hopkin, smokin' cigs, strummin' on the banjo The son of man's the son of a gun with hella ammo Sheriffs shootin' Bob Marley, John J. Rambo Six sextillion, 19 million, the holy pyramids say we all Allah's children Voodoo for the pilgrims who bring weapons and conceal 'em They silence you with force and then indoctrinate the children Yo Gabba Gabba, Ahmadinejad will blow up your apartment if you don’t observe the Sabbath I look the devil in his eye and say abracadabra Then drown 'im in the mighty light his brain couldn’t fathom Scrappin' every day, just like fight club A thriller and a smooth criminal like Mike was [Hook: Tone Treasure] Say, I've seen the lightning flashing (yes I did) And I've seen the thunder roar But you can't (you can't keep me down for long) Because I'm getting stronger (Because I keep getting stronger)5

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Not A game

Scarface

[Scarface] It's danger in the streets these days Man how the fuck am I gon' keep me paid? Believe me mayne; if I got to die I got to go This was all never sure cause danger life I know It was all about the diamond chains, or the ride and bank Smoke and listen to the Isleys sang Would I ride the same? Dawg, probably not Laid back reminiscin on the times I shot Dare all motherfuckers trippin in them parkin lots If it was war niggas wanted it was war they got I'm a nigga, a real nigga, a quick thanker That would hesitate to aim and see the chamber Discharge the cartridges that the hollow-point came from You can hide but you cain't run Yeah, and he just started what can not be stopped And fucked up cause you were thinkin you could not be got [Hook: repeat 2X] This is not a game Niggas want a lifestyle with finer thangs Hustlin to come up on these diamond chains, diamond rangs Runnin on the daily out here tryin to slang [Scarface] Now analyzin all the wrong I've done I'm surprised I ain't dead I guess the good die young I put a hole in a nigga head, fuck why run From a lazy motherfucker cause he flashed his gun We ain't cut from the same shit, nigga I'm a shooter If I show I got a pistol best believe I'mma shoot a Stupid motherfucker down, shoot a motherfucker down Chalk his ass in the dirt with a bullet in his mouth And I won't lose sleep cause when it come time for me to pay the piper Fuck it, I've been tryin to meet Yeah~! So please believe that when it's time to show I'll be ready with my arms crossed, dyin to go And I won't shed tears, I'm respected here And you won't hear things you'd expect to hear I rejected fear; and I don't wanna be another second here But the question is, is he lettin me live? You might also like[Hook] [Scarface] Right here the pros and cons Cause life's way deeper than the frozen arm They might streetsweep you if you're holdin on My Sunday School teacher taught us Job in songs, another soul is gone She couldn't have told me shit Cause all I wanna do right here is fold me grip And she talks to me in codes and all I know is bricks Learn how to rock me up an O I coulda sold for six, instead she sold me tricks So now I plead my case The cops all on me tryin to bleed my safe My pops all on me tryin to squeeze my face But I'm not gon' squeal so I'mma need my space, back up I need my space Momma ain't raised no rat The word got back and niggas paid for that Yo' ass got served and never made it back Your ass had birds a nigga laid you flat, and then he raid your stack That's how the game is played [Hook]

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Dope Man

JAY-Z

{*sound of a camera taking a picture*} [Intro: Serena Altschul (Jay-Z)] (Millennium flow) Serena Altschul's here live outside the criminal courthouse (This is {bullshit} y'all) In New York City for the first day in the trial of (I'm gone) {*car speeds off*} The State vs. Shawn Carter, a.k.a. Jay-Z (Uhh, uh-huh-uh, uhh, uh-huh-uh, uhh) Whatever the verdict in this trial may be The effects will undoubtedly be felt worldwide [Verse 1: Jay-Z] Ayo, stand forward, 'fore you take notice Or witness to me killin' the track Testify 'til me spillin' the smack Now they got me for traffickin', racketeerin', audio crack They call me dope man, dope man I try to tell 'em I'm where hope, floats man Ghetto spokes-man A broke man, approachin' the bench with intent To bury me under the cell, fingered me as the toast man Evidence stemmin' from ninety-six They say the world ain't recovered from his fix While they was usin' cut, I was on some other shit Gave it to you raw and they just discovered it Nowaday, the jury got they brow raised Listenin' to testimony about my foul ways Exhibit A: Reasonable Doubt They say this was the first thing that turned the peoples out You might also like[Interlude: Serena Altschul] You can feel the tension building here As an unprecedented number of people have turned out For what may be the trial of the century [Chorus: Jay-Z] They call me dope man, dope man I try to tell 'em I'm where hope, floats man Ghetto spokes-man [Verse 2: Jay-Z] How come, you label your brand of dope Vol. 1 and spread it through the slums? Fed it to the young with total disregard Your honor, the State seeks the maximum charge And how could you, turn right around And release a lethal dosage called Vol. 2 And is true you operate the criminal enterprise Known as Roc-A-Fella in charge of his meteoric rise? And do you deny you're responsible for the demise Of record execs, and do you object? Your distribution's Polygram, and through your connects Def Jam, you pushed over five million SoundScan And not to mention, your co-horts and henchmen Dame, Biggs, Lyor, Kev' and Russell Simmons And we ain't gon' talk about Murder Inc That just establishes a darker deeper criminal link [Interlude: Serena Altschul] The State is seeking the maximum penalty And with the overwhelmin' amount of evidence The D.A.'s presented, things aren't lookin' good [Chorus: Jay-Z] They call me dope man, dope man I try to tell 'em I'm where hope, floats man Ghetto spokes-man [Interlude: Serena Altschul] Despite the grim outlook at this point The rapper has been known to emerge triumphant In the face of adversity [Chorus: Jay-Z] They call me dope man, dope man I try to tell em I'm where hope, floats man Ghetto spokes-man [Break: Serena Altschul] Jay-Z is taking the stand [Verse 3: Jay-Z] Right hand on the Bible, left hand in the air Before I spoke one word, made sure my throat was clear A-hem, I'm a prisoner of circumstance Frail nigga, I couldn't much work with my hands But my mind was strong, I grew where you hold your blacks up Trap us, expect us not to pick gats up Where you drop your cracks off by the Mack trucks Destroy our dreams of lawyers and actors Keep us spiralin', goin' backwards At age nine, saw my first hate crime Blindfolded, expected to walk a straight line Mind molded, taught to love you and hate mine Climbed over it, at a early age, Jay shined Fuck the system at Lady Justice I blaze nine Your Honor, I no longer kill my people, I raise mine The soul of Mumia in this modern day time [Interlude: Serena Altschul] While the jury is inside deliberatin' Outside the crowd is frozen with anticipation [Chorus: Jay-Z] They call me dope man, dope man I try to tell 'em I'm where hope, floats man Ghetto spokes-man [Outro: Serena Altschul] Well the verdict has just been announced: NOT GUILTY! It is complete pandemonium out here! People are cheerin' and huggin' - there he is Jay-Z is exitin' the courtroom right now There is a swarm of cameras surroundin' him {*pop bulbs flashing*} And people are just rushin' up to him Let's try and make our way over there, Jay-Z! Jay-Z! {*sounds of cameras keep flashin'*}1

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Things That U Do

JAY-Z

[Intro: Jay-Z] Uh-huh, uh Jigga Man, uh-huh MC That's right Swizz Beatz Uh, uh, come on [Chorus: Mariah Carey & (Jay-Z)] It's the things that you do That make me feel so (Come on, inhale, exhale, breathe on it for me) And I don't know the way I feel I can't explain (Uh) I love you You thug you, look what you make the clubs do (Bounce, bounce) It's the things that you do That make me feel so (Exhale, breathe on it for me) And I don't know the way I feel I can't explain (Yeah) I love you (Uh come on) You thug you, look what you make the clubs do You might also like[Verse 1: Jay-Z] You know the flow sicker, know Jigga, mo' sicker now right You know what me and Swizz's shit sound like Crazed and demonic, uh, without blazin' chronic Product of Reaganomics You know that motherfuckin' stoop raised me Ringin' in the hoops but I was too lazy School made me sick, teachers said I was too crazy Low and behold, it's the new and improved Jay-Z Let me explain this to you, baby I spent nights out, days in Niggas was blazing Twelve noon where I was raised in I felt caged in but kept roaming Prayed for the Day of Atonement Married to the streets no date of annulment It seems every time it comes up, they postpone it So I kept my chrome at the waist, waiting for the omen Savoring the moment and now you know The reason that I flow the way I flow, baby [Chorus: Mariah Carey & (Jay-Z)] It's the things that you do That make me feel so (Come on, inhale, exhale, breathe on it for me) And I don't know the way I feel I can't explain (Uh) I love you You thug you, look what you make the clubs do (Bounce, bounce) It's the things that you do That make me feel so (Exhale breathe on it for me) And I don't know the way I feel I can't explain (Yeah) I love you (Uh come on) You thug you, look what you make the clubs do [Verse 2: Jay-Z] You know I move like an ounce Bottled up like crack That's how I make you bounce like that Defy Webster's words they can't pronounce like that That's why no other rapper got a sound like that Trap, trap of my life Flashback, kill niggas Rap skills unmatched, Jigga Man baby I can't entertain it sometimes I can't explain it God given, guess it was all for hard living Far be it from me to question Allah's wisdom Could've been lost in the system Instead I'm involved with the rhythm I dodged prison, came out unscathed from car collisions I know I must be part of some mission Shit, I used take it for granted Why they placed me on this planet I would ask myself while writin' raps to myself But right there under my nose Was the flow of all flows Not a demon but a rose in the cement, come on [Chorus: Mariah Carey & (Jay-Z)] It's the things that you do That make me feel so (Come on, inhale, exhale, breathe on it for me) And I don't know the way I feel I can't explain (Uh) I love you You thug you, look what you make the clubs do (Bounce, bounce) It's the things that you do That make me feel so (Exhale breathe on it for me) And I don't know the way I feel I can't explain (Yeah) I love you (Uh come on) You thug you, look what you make the clubs do [Verse 3: Jay-Z] You know I've traveled through zones Homes spazzed like a bad back I came into this game on Jaz's back I jumped off stood on my own two like boom, that's that Yeah I'm here to show and prove Don't matter to me the Garden or flowin' on Clue Whatever niggas wanna do - it's alright with me Whether you big or bossy, jig or flossy Dusty or musty, sober or saucy Broker than Todd Bridges, richer than Bill Cosby Forgive me for my arrogance or you still salty? Past on to the next life and you still haunt me I'ma keep doing me unfortunately I make the club rock, make thugs pop guns Make old folks do the bus stop; can't stop son Shit I give you what's hot and what's not, I never knew Y'all (niggas) know (niggas) how (niggas) do [Chorus: Mariah Carey & (Jay-Z)] It's the things that you do that make me feel so (Uh, exhale, inhale) And I don't know the way I feel I can explain I love you You thug you, look what you make the clubs do (Uh, bounce, shake, what? uh-huh) It's the things that you do that make me feel so (Uh-huh, inhale, exhale) And I don't know the way I feel I can explain I love you You thug you, look what you make the clubs do (Bounce, shake ladies) It's the things that you do that make me feel so (Uh-huh, breathe for me, uh, uh-huh) And I don't know the way I feel I can explain (Uh) I love you You thug you, look what you make the clubs do (Lights out niggas) It's the things that you do that make me feel so And I don't know the way I feel I can explain I love you You thug you, look what you make the clubs do It's the things that you do that make me feel so And I don't know the way I feel I can explain I love you You thug you, look what you make the clubs do It's the things that you do that make me feel so And I don't know the way I feel I can explain I love you You thug you, look what you make the clubs do3

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Snoopy Track

JAY-Z

[Intro: Jay-Z] Bounce Uhhh, ha, uhhh, ha Uhhh, uh-huh-uh-uhhh, uhh, uh-huh This for my hustlers.. uh-huh And for the bitches.. yeah [Verse 1: Jay-Z] Yo, yo This is for my niggas down in Houston on candy paint All my niggas in the Dirty South, Miami mayne All my niggas in the A-T-L throwin' dem bows All them thugs that send slugs through your clothes; holla at me! It's for the black culture, Spanish chicks with the sweet chocha Spanish cats with the keys of coca All the haters eat a dick, they wanna see you brok-er I hope the heat stroke ya, the misery is over All my deep smokers, I hope the leaf choke ya Hope you'll never be sober, I'ma toast to myself I hope the Cris' get me, spiralin' into a tizzy So pissy, swervin' on the road dizzy May God protect my soul, angels walk with me First do the flow sickly, niggas is so shifty The fo'-fo' is like a force field, you won't get me I brought some folk with me, Brooklyn is loc'n with me What the fuck? You might also like[Chorus: Juvenile] You know, we ride All day, all night Pop Cris', shoot dice Fuck hoes, for life You know, we ride All day, all night Pop Cris', shoot dice Fuck hoes, for life [Verse 2: Jay-Z] This is for my chicks that get dough for takin' off they clothes All them money makin' honies that slide down the poles All my educated chicks who grade is 4.0 All the baby mamas across the globe; ayo I like my women friends feminine I like my hoes on "X" like Eminem, shit! I like em bow-legged, never coke-headed With a dough fetish, the drive to go get it I like they toes proper, I like they clothes Prada I like they shoes Gucci, I like new coochie I fucked a few groupies, in a few hoopties I got 'em Iceberg shit they thought I knew Snoopy I cop them Rocawear, my mamis dedicated They never tell me no, the most they said is "not here" I got they ears studded, both wrists baguetted I got a main chick, a mistress, and a young bitch Forget it, I'm the don [Chorus: Juvenile] You know, we ride All day, all night Pop Cris', shoot dice Fuck hoes, for life You know, we ride All day, all night Pop Cris', shoot dice Fuck hoes, for life [Verse 3: Jay-Z] Wha-what? This is for my dice shooters, cats doin' life By the time I get this kite to ya, I hope you doin' alright Who got 'em platinum up? Who got the chicks in the truck? Too much to sit comfortably, they lappin' up Who shit is big pimpin'? See the flow different I drop heavy then I let the four-fifth flip 'em I keep rappers talkin' to kids, Jigga Sixth Sense'd 'em Don't mention my name and lames in the same sentence You see I'm so thorough, take on your whole borough Be so careful I hear the whistle from the fo'-fo' barrel Keep the flow Hova; icy neck, cold shoulder Who click is closest to La Costra Nostra? It's The Roc [Chorus: Juvenile] You know, we ride All day, all night Pop Cris', shoot dice Fuck hoes, for life You know, we ride All day, all night Pop Cris', shoot dice Fuck hoes, for life You know, we ride All day, all night Pop Cris', shoot dice Fuck hoes, for life5

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S. Carter

JAY-Z

[Chorus: Jay-Z & Amil] S dot Carter Y'all must try harder Competition is Nada! Ladies scream papa Niggas can't stop ya Competition is Nope, nope, nope S dot Carter Y'all must try harder Competition is Nada! Ladies scream papa Niggas can't stop ya Competition is Nope, nope, nope [Verse 1: Jay-Z (Amil)] No, no, no, nope You can't see 'em Though you got plans to be him Pay homage if by chance you meet him In his pants pocket, your advance and per diem It's the undisputed champion For clique, dough sick, no medicine for us Competition like I said in the chorus Let me spell it out for ya Jay to the Amil (A to the Y stay real fuck how they feel, uh-huh, uh-huh) That's how we put it down (Uh-huh, uh-huh y'all gon get it now) Chip off the old block Resemble my old pops 'Cept I tote Glocks and open dope spots And I shut down rap crews Smack them cats who flash tools Laugh at fake ballers with bad jewels I'll tell you once This is shit you should've of knew (Jigga what?) Jigga (Jigga who?) Okay You might also like[Chorus: Jay-Z & Amil] S dot Carter Y'all must try harder Competition is Nada! Ladies scream papa Niggas can't stop ya Competition is Nope, nope, nope S dot Carter Y'all must try harder Competition is Nada! Ladies scream papa Niggas can't stop ya Competition is Nope, nope, nope [Verse 2: Jay-Z (Amil)] No, no, no I'm a Roc-A-fella soldier I thought I told ya Hustler, nigga move weight like Oprah Drive wide body, twenty-inch big motor No tints, make no mistake y'all it's Hova I stay sporting played Jordan's before Jordan Verses tight, hooks harder than Ken Norton Musically touching you Truthfully I abuse beats better call DCW I make my mother move So I have no problem coming around the old way Sluggin' you, that's what a thug will do (Thugging, bust TECs, a suspect dangerous, and I love rough sex) Yeah that's what's up Even when I'm asleep the gats is up Paranoid like Sunny drive backing up But I'm from Bed-Stuy, killer with the flow Let lead fly from out the fo'-fo', motherfuckers [Chorus: Jay-Z & Amil] S dot Carter Y'all must try harder Competition is Nada! Ladies scream papa Niggas can't stop ya Competition is Nope, nope, nope S dot Carter Y'all must try harder Competition is Nada! Ladies scream papa Niggas can't stop ya Competition is Nope, nope, nope [Verse 3: Jay-Z] Competition is none I remain at the top like the sun And I burn whoever come in my chambers of torture The flame gon' spark ya Blood stain the tarp What remains, they chalk ya Don't try to smooth talk us [Verse 4: Amil (Jay-Z)] You got nothing to offer But the baby nine And make ya fine offer The chick is ill Even with four-inch heels No panties on and Patricia Fields I get down Just name the time, the place We could take it back to Vaseline on our face On a regular day we just gleam up your space Rock our own line, got our whole team laced RW with the torch on my jeans by the waist Without heat we still gon steam up the place (Amil-lion, Jigga man, flawless, here we go) [Chorus: Jay-Z & Amil] S dot Carter Y'all must try harder Competition is Nada! Ladies scream papa Niggas can't stop ya Competition is Nope, nope, nope S dot Carter Y'all must try harder Competition is Nada! Ladies scream papa Niggas can't stop ya Competition is Nope, nope, nope1

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Ready Set Go

Killer Mike

[Hook: T.I.] Hut one, Hut two two Ready set go Make these niggas get right Or get low Hut one, hut two two Ready set go Make these niggas get right Or get low Get low, get low or get right right Holla killer kill for the villa Big Mike Big Mike Get low get low or get right right Holla killer kill for the villa Big Mike Big Mike [Verse 1 - Killer Mike] I know these streets bout tired of this weak shit Your style been ran through like a freak bitch The pussy club got you angered with your frequent Ed Hardy ass nigga and ya sequins Might as well shop at Victoria Secret Have 'em gift wrap you some "I love Pink" shit Rap due and y'all niggas delinquent You better find another nigga to link with Cause the nigga you link with is a lie fool I used to bully that monkey nigga in high school Sit at the lunch table, steal and eat his damn food The pretty girls, they say, Michael a damn fool I get my work on, and get my flirt on I say fuck 'em he a pussy put a skirt on 'em I say fuck 'em he a pussy put a skirt on 'em See Killer Mike LiveGet tickets as low as $24You might also like[Hook] [Verse 2 - Killer Mike] I'm the product, of the age of narcotics That means I'm dope like the pills you swallow Down by law I lead don't follow Grind time, grand hustling for gualla I remain in the game to break lames off Some of them sensitive and some too soft The hood been forced to fuck with y’all by default But now the truth here the bullshit cuts off This is real homie, no fake, no filler One hundred percent grade A killer Something like the bitch that I keep in Villa Rica But I’ma be quiet ‘cause they might Mike Vick ya Might catch Mike with a light Mike Vicka Some purple kush that'll get me high like a missile Smoking one deep homie cause I don’t fuck with you Sincerely from the hustle and grind time official [T.I.] Lets go lets go Grand hustle Money on our mind And we ain't going down sucker And Grind time, Hut two and Grand Hustle Send them here got them looking like the king bankhead sucker [Hook]5

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Cold As Ice

B.o.B

[Verse 1: B.o.B] Well, me and her were the two Me and her were together like glue But we lived packed in a shack Like the old lady who lived in a shoe And we ain't really know what to do Till one day she got her a job at WaMu I said, "Baby, if you been thinkin’ what I thinkin’ Then all of our problems are through" So we got together with the crew And planned everything with the T We got gloves and guns and bags and masks And anything we would need So we scoped out the facility Really we waited a couple of weeks Till it was time to kick in the door "Everyone down it's a robbery" [Hook X2] You’re as cold as ice (you’re as cold as ice) You’re willing to sacrifice our love And now you got me (Froze) I said you got me (froze) Because you’re so c-cold You left me cold tonight You might also like[Verse 2: B.o.B] So I went to my girl and said “quit playin’ and give me the cash” But nobody suspected a thing It was quite a spectacular act So we get to the safe out of everyones sight So I take off my mask and ask “did your partner remember to cut the line for the panic button in the back?” And she paused The look she had on her face was cold as ice Before she could she could say the next word I heard the sirens pull out outside So I tried to grab her and run, she pulled away and said she would be fine She was on the clock so I guess nobody would think she was in on the crime [Hook X2] [Verse 3: B.o.B] So I realized it was over When the SWAT team kicked in the door So I dropped my gun and the cash, and then I got bummed rushed to the floor And they took me into the station And they started the interrogation And I said, “I ain't sayin’ a word ’till I get appropriate representation” So as I get escorted out, to my surprise what do I see Thats my baby sittin’ in cuffs Tellin’ the officers everything And I stand there in amazement Trying to find an explanation And the cops come in and restrain me And they mace me and the taze me I said, “baby why baby what did I do to forsake you How can you turn your back on me you’re selfish I hate you All I ever wanted to do was love you, were you faking?” So I snatched the gun from my officer And I cocked it and I aimed it And said, “this is for all the pain you done put me through you’re ungrateful how could you All I wanted to do was save you” And here I am day 55 With 55 hundred to go When you love a girl who is as cold as ice Eventually you’ll get froze [Hook X2] [Bridge] 32 degrees below zero You’re like 31 flavors you’re oh so cold Feels like 30 straight days of falling snow I’m so cold and alone, alone You’re like 32 degrees below zero Or like 31 flavors you’re oh so cold Feels like 30 straight days of falling snow I’m so cold and alone, alone You left me cold tonight [Hook X2]

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My Closet

Big Sean

[Verse 1: Sayitaintone] I Got that Bape all in my closet BBC all in my closet That Pow Jewelry and Ambush rings we just made a deposit, money To all you shopaholics if you wanna ball Step through them double doors inside my closet is a mall I got some Louie in my closet, got some Gucci in my closet I'm Feeling like Biggie got some Coogie in my closet Gotta a zoo all in my closet yes I do, yes I do I got some gators, buffalos, minks too, minks too If you like my tattoos, LA ink is in my closet Got some haters in my closet and we just use them as targets I be sparking cause we got a gun range all in my closet I be balling with my partners we'll be hooping in my closet Full court press like all the suits that's in my closet Like, oh my fucking God, did you just see my closet Yeah I got it all except them hangers in my closet But I can even call it got a sweatshop in my closet Bitch [Hook] You could buy what's in my closet If you had stacks instead of wallets And for you fucking haters that don't like it Can't see you past the aviators on my eyelids So tell tell me who the freshest of them of them all I step inside my closet and that shit look like a loft You claiming that you fresh when you ain't fresher then my balls Trying to get what's in my closet Nah, bitch, I bought it all Yeah, bitch, I got it all See Big Sean LiveGet tickets as low as $70You might also like[Verse 2: Big Sean] You ain't know nothing about this fresh shit ho I'll fuck your bitch with a Louis Vuitton condom Bitch I'm King Wasbie in my closet Got a lobby in my closet I'm big, bitch, I'm big I got Versace in my closet Oh, that's your girl I seen her in my closet She was hanging of the hangers when I banged her in my closet I got Fergie in my closet I be rocking TI$A You might catch Tiger Woods tryna hit a birdie in my closet Hood niggas steady flipping birdies in my closet Polo looking like I got Kentucky derbies in my closet Bitch, got MCM in my closet MGM in my closet Boy, I'm from the D, I got that big GM in my closet Yea I shine ho I shine so much its sunny in my closet Got a track where all the baddest girls be running in my closet Like, oh my God, it's stunning in my closet I got diamonds I'm so rocky you can bungie in my closet I got gators, I got furs, minks and monkeys in my closet lions, tigers, bears Damn I got Jumanji in my closet Bitch [Hook] [Verse 3: Sayitaintone] A hundred doors in my closet Fifteen floors up in my closet Taking elevators everywhere I go up in my closet Landing pad in my closet Yeah, it's bad in my closet Billy Jean not my lover But I thrill her in my closet Hello, can you hear me Got that network in my closet I got a couple groupies giving neck work in my closet Man, your net-worth in my closet match the sweatshirts in my closet I opened up the doors and seen R Kelly in my closet Aww man, Goddamn ice cream man in my closet Got the whole Motor City Auto Show up in my closet Got two runways in my closet one for models one for planes Autotuning T-Pain he be singing in my closet I can't believe it All that's in my closet Waterfalls is in my closet We play paint ball, we play eight ball On the Great Wall in my closet Now you seen all my closet You don't gotta go home but get the fuck up out my closet Bitch [Outro: Big Sean] You ain't know nothing about this fresh shit Nigga You talking to the king of fresh, man What the fuck is you saying I do it Finally Famous in this Getting money Good music nigga4

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Good Game

J. Cole

[Verse 1] Yeah, hey! Hey, I'm just a Carolina nigga goin' hard for the 'Ville I ain't seen six figures but I feel like a mill' Cause I'm fresh up off the deal, will I chill? Never that! I'm the hottest nigga out and you could tell the devil that Got that crack! Went from pebble to that Roc, pedal that So much bass, I mean niggas can't tell where the treble at On the track, niggas can't keep up, they look, they trailin' back Now these bustas couldn't catch up even if Id pedal back Won't lose, bet on that! or be in debt forever Plus whatever Jigga say, I'm hot That's like the pot called kettle black Now these industry niggas like damn, "Jay said all that? " Same niggas could've signed me, now they gon regret all that Bet on that! Bitch, this my beat, look how I get on that shit I'm on it like I own it cus I sewn it Needle and thread, hip-hop heads know them drums express youself Aye look, I tried to school these niggas, they need extra help I mean they just don't get the message dawg, no text could help And now I'm on some 'fuck you niggas', go molest yourself I'm tryna ball til I fall, catch myself, then ball again Fall to the floor, dust myself, do it all again Pardon him, sick nigga, never been a bitch nigga Spit it for them ones like me who never been a rich nigga Had the dream to make a team and get up off the bench nigga You fuckin' with me, ya odds is slimma then a stick figure Get bigga nigga You might also like[Hook] Hey, blood, sweat and tears, I paid my price Hey, so come and get this good game Aye you should come and get this good game Hey, hey I pray for days and nights I gave my life Hey, so you can come and get this good game Think you should come and get this good game Hey heeyy [Verse 2] Yeah I'm just a down south nigga, lil' east coast flow From the concrete jungle where the trees don't grow From the 'Ville, where the motherfuckin' streets so cold Nigga I could show you streets where police won't go We just tryna get a piece, my nigga we so po' Why you lookin' at him, wonderin' why he sold dope Or why she smoke crack? Or why he tote gats? Gotta stay up on your toes cus if your feet both flat A nigga heat gon' clap, your heartbeat go flat The Lord giveth and he taketh, well he repo'ed that They don't quiver, they don't shake, man they just reload gats So much beef for a nigga to have a feast on that Now a nigga like myself ain't had to keep no gat But nowadays mo'fuckers is weak, won't scrap So them OG's tell a nigga, "Please, roll strapped" It's fucked up a nigga man it be's like that It be's like that (Hey) and it be's like that (Hey) Them boys from the 'Ville and yeah it be's like that [Hook]

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Castle Walls

T.I.

[Chorus: Christina Aguilera] Everyone thinks that I have it all But it's so empty living behind these castle walls These castle walls If I should tumble if I should fall Would anyone hear me screaming behind these castle walls There's no-one here at all, behind these castle walls [Verse 1: T.I.] Observing the estate through the gate from the outside looking in Bet you would think I got it made, better look again I got a butler, got a maid, and a mansion The belief is that I'm living out a millionaire's fantasy With Phantoms and Ferraris in the driveway But you see, it came in exchange of a sane man's sanity Your vision jaded by the Grammys on the mantelpiece Just switch your camera lenses you would see the agony Apparently, it's damaging the man you see before you On the canvas, he may seem alright but all the disadvantages his family Encounters overshadows his extravagance Walk in my nines a while I dare you, would it scare you While it surely seem like King's life seem glamorous As seen through the eyes of untrained amateurs Because the camera doesn't see beyond the walls of the smiles Only counts until it falls in the pile See T.I. LiveGet tickets as low as $90You might also like[Chorus: Christina Aguilera] Everyone thinks that I have it all But it's so empty living behind these castle walls These castle walls If I should tumble if I should fall Would anyone hear me screaming behind these castle walls There's no-one here at all, behind these castle walls [Verse 2: T.I.] Honestly to me, I think I'd lose every benefit of all that I've accomplished If my kids never win at shit Me knowing this, why should the verses I have laid Be more important to me than the persons I have raised I guess I'm saying that to say that opportunity But they just don't equate to all the time they take away From the kids all the shit I did right is a mistake If Deyjah end up a stripper and Major slinging yay How could I ever consider myself a great If Messiah ain't paid and Nique Nique ain't straight Would your favourite song about the whips, money and shit Be relevant if you found out, Domani wasn't rich, nope So me being the G.O.A.T. shouldn't mean more to me Than seeing to it King go From a badass kid to a man with some dough Otherwise I may as well have stayed poor So while they stay focused on me beefin with Flip Shawty Lo, Gucci or Ludacris Or if I'm fucking with a ho Did I snitch when I got arrested or will I die over nonsense Internally I'm dealing with this conflict So excuse me if I don't get the chance to kiss the hand That slap me in the face, ay I'm just a man If they saying I ain't the best at making hit records It's cause this my life these ain't just rapping Shit, you think of that deep, did you dawg See you can't see the castle through the walls till it falls Bitch ain't thinking with the deep, did you dawg Cause see you can't see the castle through the walls till it falls [Chorus: Christina Aguilera] Everyone thinks that I have it all But it's so empty living behind these castle walls These castle walls If I should tumble if I should fall Would anyone hear me screaming behind these castle walls There's no-one here at all, behind these castle walls [Bridge: Christina Aguilera] Nobody knows I'm all alone Living in this castle made of stone They say that money is freedom, but I feel trapped inside it all And while I sit so high up on a throne I wonder how I can feel this low On top of the world, it's beautiful But there's no place to fall [Verse 3: T.I.] For the record ay, I give a damn if I never said shit again My career was meant for me to come and tell it Honest interpretation of how affected I'm faced with Matters most rappers used to keep locked away in the basement But the day that I walk away I ain't saying that I'm amazing Downplaying the way I kept fellas from catching cases Won't take into consideration how much it mean what I'm saying And when I say what I mean even when I'm surrounded by the fakest From one of the greatest sinners, blessed with most of God's graces Who made his way amongst the greatest from the grimiest places So next time you rating royalty, I'm always being given to recordings than the level Of your loyalty, obvious you've been ignoring me Who else you seen make it through the storm, unharmed disjointed While all the critics was looking for Prince Charming Disregarded the king of the south raised doubt Even though he made a castle out of what used to be a house He did shit that all your favorites rappers only rap about But most of y'all don't see the castle through the walls And the smiles till it falls in piles so while [Chorus: Christina Aguilera] Everyone thinks that I have it all But it's so empty living behind these castle walls These castle walls If I should tumble if I should fall Would anyone hear me screaming behind these castle walls There's no-one here at all, behind these castle walls9

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The Kids

B.o.B

[Intro: B.o.B] Drug boys' steady shooting The streets don’t give a damn They’re filled with such pollution The kids don’t stand a chance [Chorus: B.o.B] We’re trapped inside the matrix Forced to play our hands We’re filled with so much hatred The kids don’t stand a chance I said the kids don’t, the kids don’t stand The kids don’t stand a chance I said the kids don’t, the kids don’t stand The kids don’t stand a chance [Verse 1: B.o.B] Well, since I was planted at birth I abandoned my own planet and I landed on earth As a kid I never understood what I observed, and Some of it was strange, but most of it disturbed me Always in detention for the lack of my attention You can call it deficit, really I just didn’t listen And I was always missing, the teacher’s like "where is Bobby Simmons?" But trying to get a record deal is all I can remember It’s funny cause looking back to the past that I had All my days in the streets trying to prove that I was bad I still elevated to the level that I’m at Still elevated to the level that I’m at You might also like[Chorus: B.o.B] We’re trapped inside the matrix Forced to play our hands We’re filled with so much hatred The kids don’t stand a chance I said the kids don’t, the kids don’t stand The kids don’t stand a chance I said the kids don’t, the kids don’t stand The kids don’t stand a chance [Verse 2: Janelle Monae] Sometimes it’s hard to grow While living in fear of the unknown How can he ever give love When no love is in his heart A child can barely sleep at night Too worried about tomorrow And what it behold, he drowned himself Deep down in his sorrows Will you run or will you share your life? Tell the stories, live and try See it when we’re given hope That we know that we can grow [Chorus: B.o.B] We’re trapped inside the matrix Forced to play our hands We’re filled with so much hatred The kids don’t stand a chance I said the kids don’t, the kids don’t stand The kids don’t stand a chance I said the kids don’t, the kids don’t stand The kids don’t stand a chance2

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T.I.A.

K’naan

[K'Naan: spoken] I hope you got your passports, and vaccine shots [Verse 1] I take rappers on a field trip any day They never been opposite real clip anyway I know where all the looters and the shooters stay Welcome to the city we call Doomsday When niggas is just fried chicken like Tuesday Oh you from the hood huh, who say My Nigerian niggas would call you Pussy My Somali niggas are quick to grab the uzi Around here we only bumpin' Fela Kuti 2Pac, or Bob Marley, Lucky Dube So we don't really give a fuck about your groupies This Is Africa, hooray T.I.A, hooray T.I.A, hooray T.I.A, hooray It means, This Is Africa, hooray [Refrain x2] You don't know how hard it is here The streets is tricky in these parts here You don't know how hard this is here The streets need this shit here You might also like[Verse 2] I walk rappers through the Killa hoods any day They never been opposite real goons anyway I know all the tricky sticky icky alley ways Welcome to the continent of holidays (Africa!) Where holidays quickly turn to hell days Stars fall quicker than box of shell case No Bill Gates, No PCs Why you cats debating, acting and faking these days I deliver what they need like milk crates I learned from the deadly streets no regrets And I wasn't ever looking for street cred But these streets bred me to be street safe It's no secret we know how to squeeze lead But the Pre-set is not to have to squeeze it Used to be a beast but now we using t-shirts And it reads RIP cause the peace dead When I walk through the slums like Nomane Little children say K'naan Bomaye The rap game just got itself a new day This is Africa, hooray T.I.A, hooray T.I.A, hooray T.I.A, hooray It means, This Is Africa [Refrain x2]3

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Double Up

Cam’ron

[Production by Darrell “Digga” Branch] [Verse 1] Yo y'all niggas with the muscle y'all get clapped in the tussle I'm a hustler, not a rapper, it's just that rap is my hustle Show a Digga know yo We the first teen millionaires in Harlem since Rich and Po You don't know? Get to know Ain't takin shit to blow, Jenny Jones, Rock N Jock Right back to the block to clock, it ain't hop and scotch It's pop and scotch, in a bar they go shot for shot Matter of fact, outside the bar they go shot for shot Me and my co-D on a O-Z, we go rock for rock Me and my co-D on a rolli we go rock for rock You souped up, think I'm easy to touch Then you been watchin' a little bit of TV, too much Lots of rhymes, so you see my ass lots of times On the corner still, like I ain't got a dime Autographs not the kind to be signing the crap Here's a CD, slash here's a dime of this crack [Hook] Nigga double up, keep all guns double clutch Shoot at yo feet, make you jump like double dutch New York baby for you matchbox niggas Chicken wing, french fry, snack box niggas You might also like[Verse 2] I know looking at my jewelry is scarring yo brain Not to mention Jada Pinkett over parking the range (Yo that's Will Smith girl) naw she's part of my chain Pardon my game, car gettin washed in the rain Runnin yo trap, that'll get you one in yo back The hood that I had, had to take the good with the bad Like Joe on the run, plus his fuckin P.O. it's done Low on his funds, had to get the coke or the guns Word to the wise, killa Cam, I heard of them guys Diplomat, crisp black, yo convertible fives Rims on the wheel, to drive down shows in the South Rap ain't that great neither, I got coke to give out Stroke to give out, motherfuckin smoke to give out Hoes to give out, naw we ain't over this route Back on the street, Jimmy get the crack on the street Tour over motherfucker let's get back on our feet [Hook] [Verse 3: Juelz Santana] I fucked up let the streets got a hold of me Now they got me trapped in and they holdin me I'm stressed out, why else would I smoke the weed Everyday papi tell me he got coke for cheap Broke as shit, thats why I hold the fifth Send niggas to snatch your chain and choke your bitch Rope your nigga, leave em with an open liver I'm the reason why its gonna get cold this winter I done seen niggas standin on these blocks for days Pump work out of buildings, dimes and treys Fuck A&R's that want me to dance and pose I rather stand on poles with grams and o's White shirt, construction timbs, a pair Girbaud's And white powder stuff, that'll clear ya nose, faggot [Hook]1

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Pretty Boy Swag

Soulja Boy

[Intro] G5 Kids! Soulja (Soulja) All the pretty girls stand up, all the pretty boys stand up (Pretty boys in the building) [Chorus] This, right here, is my, swag (swag) All, the girls, are on me, damn Every, body, pay, attention This, right here, is my pretty boy swag (Soulja, Soulja, Soulja) Pretty boy swag (ayy) Pretty boy swag (ayy) Pretty boy swag (ayy) Girls on my dick when I pretty boy swag Girls scream my name when I pretty boy swag Watch me, pretty boy swag Pretty boy swag (Ayy) Pretty boy swag (Ayy) Pretty boy swag (ayy) Girls on my dick when I pretty boy swag Girls scream my name when I pretty boy swag [Verse 1] Get out the way! Pretty boy comin thru Me and my crew, we swaggin in the room Girls on me heavy cause I look so sexy Yellow diamond shawty, in the club straight flexin I'm lookin for a yellow bone long-haired star Thick, in the hips come, get in my car You party with a star, we take off and go to Mars Pretty boy take off in 5, 4, 3, 2, 1 See Soulja Boy LiveGet tickets as low as $54You might also like[Chorus] This, right here, is my, swag All, the girls, are on me, damn Every, body, pay, attention This, right here, is my pretty boy swag Pretty boy swag (ayy) Pretty boy swag (ayy) Pretty boy swag (ayy) Girls on my dick when I pretty boy swag Girls scream my name when I pretty boy swag Watch me, pretty boy swag Pretty boy swag (ayy) Pretty boy swag (ayy) Pretty boy swag (ayy) Girls on my dick when I pretty boy swag Girls scream my name when I pretty boy swag [Verse 2] I'm pretty, boy swaggin, in the club I feel sexy (No homo) No homo shawty, but my chest is straight flexin Tatted on my neck, shawty said she choose me She got nice titties and a fat ass booty Took her to my condo, let the girl strip Then she got naked then she pretty girl dipped Damn I like the way, lil' mama shake that ass She pretty girl, dancin while I pretty boy swag, goddamn [Chorus] This, right here, is my, swag All, the girls, are on me, damn Every, body, pay, attention This, right here, is my pretty boy swag Pretty boy swag (ayy) Pretty boy swag (ayy) Pretty boy swag (ayy) Girls on my dick when I pretty boy swag Girls scream my name when I pretty boy swag Watch me, pretty boy swag Pretty boy swag (ayy) Pretty boy swag (ayy) Pretty boy swag (ayy) Girls on my dick when I pretty boy swag Girls scream my name when I pretty boy swag12

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Pray for Me

Joe Budden

[Intro: Joe Budden] Niggas pray for me I need niggas just to pray for me, uhh, me I need y'all to pray for me I need niggas just to pray for me, me, uhh I need y'all to pray for me I need niggas just to pray for me, uhh Niggas pray for me (uhh) I need niggas just to pray for me, me, me Won't somebody pray for me, uhh Somebody pray for me, me, uhh Need you to pray for me Need niggas just to pray for me, me, me [Verse: Joe Budden & (God)] Look, I woke up without a heart beat But I remember we was just in the car deep Was at a light and got approached by a car thief He pulled out but didn't ask for no car keys A loud noise without a voice but I'm tryna scream out shit is not fair I can't tell you where I'm at or how I got here Surrounded by all white, maybe it's just cloudy Escorted by two men who knew everything about me Both of them so strong, kept saying "hold on" Feel like my soul's gone, naked, no clothes on I know this can't be my fate I scream "Wait!", as they drop me in front of a gate They left no trace, I can see my every breath Like a cold day, stood before a man with no face He said to me, ("Please don't make this any harder") "Who the fuck is you?" ("My child I'm your father") "I only got one dad!" ("Is that a fact to you? He left you when you was young I brought him back to you You're real close to heaven, few get to step in Now tell me what you've done to deserve to be let in?") "Look I'm far from a Christian, not big on religion But ain't done too much wrong my entire time living Never killed, never tried too, though I been lied to Was once suicidal, never read the Bible I always been a care taker tried to nurse people At times it back fired, hurt people, hurt people Plus I never use your name in vain But you should know everything I'm being asked to explain" ("I know you stole from your mothers purse") "You can't count that That was way back when!" ("It's still a sin") "But I was ten!" ("You robbed people, stole") "Yeah and you made me see jail!" ("But I also seen you lay your hands on a female Sold drugs to parents none of that was needed Abandoned your child, on every girl you cheated Done wrong to people that only want the best for you Any time you thought you were alone I was next to you") "When it came to baby moms God you gave me the worse one!" ("But that was your second child Joe, you shouldn't have killed the first one") "I ain't have a job, ain't have a pot to piss in" ("Look I gave you a gift and you made the wrong decision Held onto resentments even in doing business I lead by example, I teach forgiveness Your entry can not be guar-an-teed Not when you live with anger, envy, greed Pride, sloth, lust even gluttony Everything you shouldn't if you woulda joined my covenant") "Look I'm only human, I ain't perfect" ("That I understand, when I take you out a jam You don't even think to worship And when you do, you never talk about what you can do for me It's what I can do for you I blessed you with health, family and wealth With all the blessings you received you still always want help") "Yeah, there's been times in my life, I needed help to make money But why everything I love you manage to take from me? Yet you stand there an question a nigga that tries hard And finds a way when you keep dealing them fucked up cards You make mistakes like me far as I can see I think its a mockery whenever rich niggas win the lottery Gave us Bush twice, God, I hate to be rude But you let skinny niggas starve, give obese niggas food The nerve of you telling me I don't deserve to stay here When you gave us drugs and guns, you put AIDS here! Take a look at you, your actions are cold hearted The harsh shit is you bring babies in the world retarded I know most my actions put me in a cell But how you mad at me when you put me into hell" ("See my child, you need gratitude, maybe just a sample I never give a person anything they can't handle Don't tell me about everything you had to go through There's reasons for my actions even if I never showed you Kept trying with you, all you did was hurt me Still gave you chances to prove that you was worthy And so I sat with you on a train I asked you for change, you kept calling me names Prolly didn't notice I was the store clerk You put the gun to me, get money for more work My child, I know you have it in you to indeed stop This is not your final calling just a brief stop Hope you heed my words and understandSo when I send you back you should be a better man Look at life different the next time we see each other There'll be no need for talk whenever we meet each other")You might also like7

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Large on the Streets

Lloyd Banks

[Verse] Memory drops from blood shed Sour dough, 'nuff bread In position of power though, chumps dead Backstabbers and cowards get trunk beds I'm violent when unfed, P-L's'll give the challengers bump heads Met him, didn't mean it, shouldn't have said it Insults are remembered, we all looking to set it Don't play with me, you’ll regret it Cause I target the man before the edit Leave you like hard tops, beheaded I keep cream, the pistol's my street team Triples on my sweet beam Crystals in my lap, I’m a beach dream The skyscraper, South Jamaica to foreign paper I dominate ya, my shine shows a thousand acres I knocked 7 bitches down in Vegas Knock 7 pictures down, I’m famous I gotta work Congratulate me with a lot of purp' I’m straight as a collar shirt, money to the collar bone, gotta hurt Million-dollar condo windows, my view spotless New watches; can't see over my shoe boxes I hold a big grudge, can’t maintain no cool conscience Smooth offense, high middle the news conference New sponsors, hoes trickin' from how I dick em' Ten orgasm’s more they gon' powder six him She ever had a grimey thought I shook it out her system On cloud nine I smoke like a politician Southside! Yellin' it every rhyme I’m spitting Pop eyes and long sides from rides driven Lil homie been smokin', he 11 now Product of the same neighborhood, hope it don’t let him down Don't go poppin' off your mouth, horror show and I go loco Lloyd lost in time, hear my nineteen-ninety fo' flow Came with the yellow Gardener with the Rose Gold Him with the platinum crush ice, give your nose cold Trainer with the raps Dirty boxer with the low blows Famous for my tats Keep straps for you and so so Flat line, I put a MC to rest Chipped up shoulder, ill like the Fila F They gave me some of what's mine, feel like I need the rest Middle the summer's my shine, bricks of reefer stress I got 'em hoppin' out of character My gun caliber will lift a babbler Bars hard as Africa Karma’s a trafficker, her challenge is a root statistic Pardon my picnic, toolie on, Mr. Fix It My ups and downs got me lookin' at these bitches different (fuck 'em) Starin' at my dad and these pictures twisted I ain't your normal, my shit terrific I figured I warn you, the bigger ticket You big ball of corn you I hope it’s on you, Lord knows a nigga push me I sit him on wheels, all you get is midget pussy Cookies Oh your spot snatched, I pop back Radio hijack, get it all 'fore I die rap My contacts help draggin' you on my soundtrack Border built for combat, two-ten and beyond thatYou might also like2

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Caught Up in the Rapture

Anita Baker

[Verse 1] When we met, always knew I would feel that magic for you On my mind constantly In my arms is where you should be [Pre-Chorus] I love you here by me, baby You let my love fly freely I want you in my life for all time [Chorus] I’m caught up in the rapture of love Nothing else can compare When I feel the magic of you [Verse 2] We stand side by side 'Til the storms of life pass us by Light my life, warm my heart Say tonight will be just the start [Pre-Chorus] I love you here by me, baby You let my love fly freely I want you in my life for all time See Anita Baker LiveGet tickets as low as $14You might also like[Chorus] I’m caught up in the rapture of love Nothing else can compare When I feel the magic of you The feeling's always new Caught up in the rapture of you [Instrumental] [Pre-Chorus] I love you here by me, baby You let my love fly freely I want you in my life for all time [Chorus] I’m caught up in the rapture of love Nothing else can compare When I feel the magic of you The feeling's always new Caught up in the rapture of you I’m caught up in the rapture of love I’m caught up in the rapture of love6

Soul

Sippin’ on Some Syrup

Three 6 Mafia

[Intro: Bun B, Pimp C, & DJ Paul] (Triple Six!) Yeah, you ol' pussy-ass, cake-ass, punk-ass, trick-ass, sucker-ass Fuck-ass, dick-in-the-booty-ass, K-Y Jelly-packing-ass nigga Smoke something, bitch You better get your bitch ass up off the street, nigga You got five seconds to get your hating ass up outta here Pouring up and showing up, bitch Cause it's some trill-ass niggas in this motherfucker Yeah, nigga, y'all know the motherfucking sco' Y'all non-snorters, non-smokers, non-sippers Get the fuck up out of here, bitch Nigga, it's some sipping-ass, pouring up-ass, smoking-ass Getting high-ass niggas in here, Three 6, UGK, nigga We putting it down in this motherfucker And we ain't playing witcha, y'all know the motherfucking sco', ho Now pour it up, nigga [Chorus: Project Pat] Sipping on some sizzurp, sip, sipping on some, sip Sipping on some sizzurp, sip, sipping on some, sip Sipping on some sizzurp, sip, sipping on some, sip Sipping on some sizzurp, sip, sipping on some, sip Sipping on some sizzurp, sip, sipping on some, sip Sipping on some sizzurp, sip, sipping on some, sip Sipping on some sizzurp, sip, sipping on some, sip Sipping on some sizzurp, sip, sipping on some, sip See Three 6 Mafia LiveGet tickets as low as $62You might also like[Verse 1: Pimp C] I'm trill, working the wheel, a pimp, not a simp Keep the dope fiends higher than the Goodyear Blimp We eat so many shrimp, I got iodine poisoning Fuck niggas make me sick with all that pinching and bargaining You say that you a boss, I ain't believing that shit You got the funny Geneva watch with the Ferrari kit Take that monkey shit off, you embarrassing us I got the red promethazine, thick orange, and yellow Tuss' Hydrocodone on the hands-free phone The '84 Brougham on them blades, twenty-inch chrome If you got sixteen, you can get a bizzerd I'm choking on that doja sweet and sipping on that sizzurp [Verse 2: DJ Paul] Some niggas scared to flaunt it, some niggas, they want it, want it Some niggas, they jon'ing, jon'ing, but I be fucked up, up on it We're with the Mafia 6, and we ain't 'bout that bullshit If we gon' get high, we gon' get high, and we gon' house a bitch Two niggas all at the mouth, two niggas all at the ass And plus, that syrup have a nigga dick hard all night, and she cool with that She popped her a pill of X, and drank on some orange juice And just when you thought she was freaky, she done got super loose Niggas come in by threes and deuces, all in circles like duck-duck-goose All that want it can bone it, she on that X and that tootie-fruit Forty dollars for just one ounce, Tussionex is how it's pronounced Niggas sipping and dipping and tripping, man, I'm 'bout all out [Chorus: Project Pat] Sipping on some sizzurp, sip, sipping on some, sip Sipping on some sizzurp, sip, sipping on some, sip Sipping on some sizzurp, sip, sipping on some, sip Sipping on some sizzurp, sip, sipping on some, sip [Verse 3: Juicy J] People always asking me, "Is the Three 6 high on that?" Rolling on them X pills, stuttering, pup-pup powder packs Wh-wh-where the weed at? Ain't like that, we need that NyQuil will slow me down, something that keep me easy Nothing like that yella-yella, that'll have you itching, man Talking like, "What's up, fool?" Vocal cords sounding lame In my days, all we did was chief out on a quarter-pound Gone on coke, eyes all bucked, this here shit'll knock you down Knock you out, make you fall asleep when you're on them wheels Ain't no doubt, hit me when I beep for this refill Once again, on my weekly high, gotta have that drank Yeah, my nig', y'ain't know? I feel like I'm gon' fucking faint [Verse 4: Bun B] Nigga, tell me what you know 'bout Frank, Nito, and Young Guido Paul and Vito, we play a tune that's sweeter than Pedito With my Three 6 niggas pouring up, that's my Southern credo Quick, fast, we'll put it on your ass like John Bido 'Cause you fronting rap singers, be creamy like a Zinger (Zinger) You ain't from the manger, boy, but you gets the middle finger (Finger) Humdanger, rum-dranker Occasionally take your bitch to the telly and be a dick-and-cum slanger When Big Bun come, danger, nigga, ring your alarm Sexy thing on my arm, cup of drank in my palm And that crazy shit, I'm tripping on some skinny bitches Something that's wholesome, Florida to Folsom For the most, I'm steady sipping on some, sipping on some [Chorus: Project Pat] Sipping on some sizzurp, sip, sipping on some, sip Sipping on some sizzurp, sip, sipping on some, sip Sipping on some sizzurp, sip, sipping on some, sip Sipping on some sizzurp, sip, sipping on some, sip Sipping on some sizzurp, sip, sipping on some, sip48

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Black and Gold

Wale

Here ye here ye Let's toast Let's celebrate life, let's celebrate wealth, and bypass plight, for the night Drinks up Back like I never ever left in the first Wale Ovechkin, the best on the earth, breath breath full of purp A legend out here, and I'm ending careers by the end of my year Two horse when you mention my gear, lil low low lil showboat, nigga since MoCo Rosé for the hoes in the V.I, P-P.I, gotta do 'em all like T.I Whatever You Like, it's whatever tonight I might give you the pipe unless you pedaling bikes I mean cycling I was liking it Hit me up in a couple days, we can try again I need henny on the rock, my Queen top notch And I keep a fly girl like Jenny from the block Got HU women Frostburg Women Throw a round game, Strasburg pitching Tonight no pitchers, everything's straight And we gonnna toast up for the niggas that hate And we gonna drink dark, we gonna take it to they face And I got them gold bottles, first place No medal here, I'm well aware Y'all Mario brothers, I'm Metal Gear I don't ever fear nothing, I'm forever here Hands up DJ, let let 'em hear See Wale LiveGet tickets as low as $128You might also like[Hook] If you're not really here Then the stars don't even matter I wanna be next to you Black and gold, black and gold, black and gold (Repeat) Henny for my niggas, champagne for the- (HOES) Henny for my niggas, champagne for the- (HOES) Henny for my niggas, champagne for the- champagne for the- champagne for the (HOES) Henny for my niggas, champagne for the- (HOES) Henny for my niggas, champagne for the- (HOES) Henny for my niggas, champagne for the- champagne for the- champagne for the (HOES) I'm faded and ya'll ain't it I'm Ninja Gaiden and ya'll lil Jayden It's Roc Nation, this my team Go and dis my team then I ditch ya'll lay in Hey man ya'll just fakin, and cheap hoes love a nigga like H&M Rich hoes love a nigga like Ray-Bans I don't know what ya'll heard, but Hip Hop ain't dead I could change a broad's life in about an hour I turn ducks into bucks- Luke Ridnour Ya'll had your run, don't ruin ours Watch a young nigga operate Doogie Howser I don't really like the Hollywood scene The dudes all fake and the girls are bulimic The drinks too weak, what the fuck is a Bellini? But you would never think if you seen it on TV DMV what I rep, all GP I make it rain Sean Kemp, GP I make words come alive, GP Create life with the beats, Alicia Keys 'fore we do the unthinkable I'm gonna need a tree, a freak, and a drink or two Whatchu thinkin boo? Whatchu want love? Fuck a cold sore, getcha getcha own cup [Hook] If you're not really here Then the stars don't even matter I wanna be next to you Black and gold, black and gold, black and gold (Repeat) Henny for my niggas, champagne for the- (HOES) Henny for my niggas, champagne for the- (HOES) Henny for my niggas, champagne for the- champagne for the- champagne for the (HOES) Henny for my niggas, champagne for the- (HOES) Henny for my niggas, champagne for the- (HOES) Henny for my niggas, champagne for the- champagne for the- champagne for the (HOES)

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Welcome 2 Detroit

Trick Trick

[Intro: Trick Trick & Eminem] Welcome to motherfuckin' Detroit, goddamn it Wonder Boy, shit Yeah, yeah, Tricky Let's show 'em some love! Welcome to Detroit! [Chorus: Eminem] Where's my gangstas and all my thugs? Throw them hands up and show us some love And uh, welcome to Detroit city I said welcome to Detroit city Every place, everywhere we go Man, we deep everywhere we roll Ask around and they all know Tricky That's what's good, man, they all say Tricky [Verse 1: Eminem] Click click boom, just as soon as we hit the room You can hear 'em holla "Goon Sqwad!" in this bitch Let me hear you holla "Goon Sqwad!" in this bitch Let me hear you holla "Runyon Ave!" in this bitch So who am I gonna call on when I ain't got them boys with me And the situation gets a little sticky? I'ma dial 911 like a motherfuckin' punk Fuck that, Blood Blood, I'ma call that rude boy from Detroit Trick Trick, quick, come pick me up Bring them guns, come to the club, meet me out front There's some chump up in this bitch Poppin' some junk ‘cause he's drunk And we may have to fuck his ass up ‘Cause uh, somethin' smells a lil fishy And I don't like the way his boys keep lookin' at me So homie, come get me Wonder Boys, what up though, I see you Rock Bottom, yeah, I see you All my Detroit people, where you at? Man, let me see them hands in the sky Detroit, motherfuckers, till we die, hah You might also like[Chorus: Eminem] Where's my gangstas and all my thugs? Throw them hands up and show us some love And uh, welcome to Detroit city I said welcome to Detroit city Every place, everywhere we go Man, we deep everywhere we roll Ask around and they all know Tricky That's what's good, man, they all say Tricky [Verse 2: Trick Trick] Homie, it's been a long time comin' and I'm straight with that Marshall done called me to fifty-four and so I laced the track This lil' beat that you hear him bangin'? He produced it himself My bad, almost forgot to introduce myself My name is Trick Trick, head of the Goon Sqwad and gangsta Been bangin' the underground since ninety-five with bankers Elected to be the villain and certified as a menace Holdin' it down since I paroled up outta prison You heard about me, you just didn't know it was me All the treacherous evil deeds of the D? Yeah, that was me Pickin' that kid up in the game, I just wasn't chasin' the fame I been chasin' the paper product and givin' lames the pain Those accusations of violence, you know you done heard of that Just a quarter of a million dollars for beatin' a murder rap Wonder Boy holdin' me up, Shady done put it out Trick Trick and Eminem, Detroit back in the house [Chorus: Eminem & Trick Trick] Where's my gangstas and all my thugs? Throw them hands up and show some love And uh, welcome to Detroit city I said welcome to Detroit city Every place, everywhere we go Man, we deep everywhere we roll Ask around and they all know Tricky That's what's good, man, they all say Tricky [Verse 3: Trick Trick] And yo Em, you ever need one of these weapons, come get it From now on every beef that you get in, homie, I'm in it I been ridin' for this city, whether wrong or right I been woopin' on motherfuckers for the longest time So it's evident, it's time for Trick to get it fast The public, see, they appreciate my criminal past Authorities tried to stop me but they couldn't keep frontin' Got a fan-base that's bigger then an average star I'm satisfied with it being my time to shine And I freak from the precinct for violent crimes I ain't sayin' the shit that I'm sayin' so girls can feel me Only speakin' on what I know so that the world can hear me So peace to Jimmy and Dre for signin' my nigga He reached back to Detroit and grabbed the winner So the gangstas and thugs, we embrace with love And beat the hell outta anybody that fuck with us [Chorus: Eminem] Where's my gangstas and all my thugs? Throw them hands up and show some love And uh, welcome to Detroit city I said welcome to Detroit city Every place, everywhere we go Man, we deep everywhere we roll Ask around and they all know Tricky Ask what's good, man, they all say Tricky [Outro: Trick Trick & Eminem] Hahahaha Yeah, Trick Trick Eminem, Wonder boy, Shady It's goin' down, baby Ayo Em, I got yo' back, my nigga Damn right I said "my nigga" That's my nigga Tricky I pull this mothafucka' out right here Mothafuckas' don't wanna talk out no more Niggas come out with them nines and shit When I come back this mothafucka' And crack them bitch one good time Niggas don't wanna talk no more, neutral Hell nah, every time, please believe it The mothafucka' said it right there Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha Welcome to Detroit Come back soon Sorry we missed you Trick Trick18

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Love Is Blind

Eve

[Verse 1] Ayo, I don't even know you and I hate you See all I know is that my girlfriend used to date you How would you feel if she held you down and raped you? Tried and tried, but she never could escape you She was in love and I'd ask her how, I mean why? What kind of love from a nigga would black your eye? What kind of love from a nigga every night make you cry? What kind of love from a nigga make you wish he would die? I mean, shit, he bought you things and gave you diamond rings But them things wasn't worth none of the pain that he brings And you stayed, what made you fall for him? That nigga had the power to make you crawl for him I thought you was a doctor, be on call for him Smacked you down 'cause he said you was too tall for him, huh That wasn't love, baby girl, you was dreamin' I could have killed you when you said your seed was growin' from his semen [Chorus] Love is blind, and it will take over your mind What you think is love, is truly not You need to elevate and find Love is blind, and it will take over your mind What you think is love, is truly not You need to elevate and find You might also like[Verse 2] I don't even know you and I'd kill you myself You played with her like a doll and put her back on the shelf Wouldn't let her go to school and better herself She had a baby by your ass and you ain't giving no help Uh-huh, big time hustler, snake motherfucker One's born every day and every day she was your sucker How could you beat the mother of your kids? How could you tell her that you love her, but don't give a fuck if she lives? She told me she would leave you, I admit it she did But came back, made up a lie about you missing your kids Sweet kisses, baby ain't even know she was your mistress Had to deal with fist fights and phone calls from your bitches Floss like you possessed her, tellin' me to mind my business Said that it was her life and stay the fuck out of it I tried and said just for him I'll keep a ready clip [Chorus] Love is blind, and it will take over your mind What you think is love, is truly not You need to elevate and find Love is blind, and it will take over your mind What you think is love, is truly not You need to elevate and find [Verse 3] I don't even know you and I want you dead Don't know the facts but I saw the blood pour from her head See I laid down beside her in the hospital bed And about two hours later, doctors said she was dead Had the nerve to show up at her mother's house the next day To come and pay your respects and help the family pray Even knelt down on one knee and let a tear drop And before you had a chance to get up, you heard my gun cock Prayin' to me now, I ain't God but I'll pretend I ain't start your life but nigga, I'ma bring it to an end And I did, clear shots and no regrets, never Cops comin' lock me under the jail Nigga, whatever my bitch, fuck it, my sister You could never figure out even if I let you live What our love was all about I considered her my blood and it don't come no thicker [Chorus] Love is blind, and it will take over your mind What you think is love, is truly not You need to elevate and find Love is blind, and it will take over your mind What you think is love, is truly not You need to elevate and find Love is blind, and it will take over your mind What you think is love, is truly not You need to elevate and find Love is blind, and it will take over your mind What you think is love, is truly not You need to elevate and find Love is blind, and it will take over your mind What you think is love, is truly not You need to elevate and find Love is blind, and it will take over your mind What you think is love, is truly not You need to elevate and find8

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Somebody Already Broke My Heart

Sade

[Verse 1] You came along when I needed a Savior Someone to pull me through somehow [Pre-Chorus] I've been torn apart so many times I've been hurt so many times before So I'm counting on you now [Chorus] Somebody already broke my heart Somebody already broke my heart [Verse 2] Here I am So don't leave me stranded On the end of a line Hanging on the edge of a lie [Pre-Chorus] I've been torn apart so many times I've been hurt so many times before So be careful and be kind [Chorus] Somebody already broke my heart If someone has to lose, I don't want to play Somebody already broke my heart No, no I can't go there again You might also like[Verse 3] You came along when I needed a Savior Someone to pull me through somehow [Pre-Chorus] I've been torn apart so many times I've been hurt so many times before So I'm counting on you now [Chorus] Somebody already broke my heart If someone has to lose, I don't want to play Somebody already broke my heart No, no I can't go there again1

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Joe Metro

Blue Scholars

[Verse 1: Geo] I reach beneath the skin of the street with each step Walkin' closer to my final destination of death When I'm layin' to rest, I'm only savin' my breath The Northwest fills the lungs, heals the pain in my chest Take six quarters out of the pocket Drop it in the box Hop the 48, off to pay homage It stops often, I jot my observations, watchin' Citizens walkin' off of the Joe Metropolitan Proletariats and wayward sons With old Filipino men speakin' in they native tongue And the day is just begun Greeted by the scent of a bum Smelling something like beer, barf, and dung A brother in repose in the back all alone Marinatin' in a pair of half-broken headphones Mumbling rhymes Same time begin to pen mine Appreciating God's design Rewind sister Reminds me of a smile in the back of my memory Wonder if I'll see her again Will she remember me? "I'm not tryin' to holler, I swear I'm just weary of the way we hop a ride and just sit there and stare." Prepare for my nine o' clock work meeting A couple pale folks slide right by with no greeting But the people with my phenotype follow with a head-nod up Because we acknowledge that the shit's fucked up North of Martin Luther King, a straight war zone Detours through the concrete, cranes, and bulldozers No, the Hill is not over still Every block got a coffee shop; it's overkill Focus, know the deal Dope to see Kalil back, the medicine is good again The feeling of leaving and coming back to your hood again It's priceless, I write this, our lives are in crisis Most talk, but don't walk, the path of the righteous Despite this I measure each step Walkin' closer to my final destination of death When I'm layin' to rest, I'm only savin' my breath The Northwest fills my lungs, heals the pain in my chest Clutch the moment, a transfer in my hand Still listening Lookin' out the window to the gold and the green And the sun might be shinin' but it's colder than it seems 'Cuz the weather's dialectical: there's no in-between In walks an old soul A First Nation native, cat's chiseled like a totem pole No words, as he stands and looks over us He gets off and says, "Have a good day, you foreigners." I, crack a smile one time for the acknowledgement Northbound, now we start to pick up more college kids They try to study on the ride To make up for the fact that they probably kicked it hard last night And I ponder if it's time to save up and get a car And pay for the gas that we're takin' from the war I'd miss all the colorful faces, the places, and spaces I've embraced with The faith that I can rest and raise kids here even with these cats set Trippin' Bringin' '95 back again, same old conditions From Reagan, to Bush, to Clinton, to the Bush the second No matter the neighborhood in the city you're reppin' It's gettin' serious y'all You can even hear the rebel call Gettin' off, leavin' hella pieces on the walls Seen it all, sittin' sideways with my townmates Only place left where majority is brown-faced Now we headed downtown to trade our labor for cash I thank the navigator once and walk fast I walk past the next round of cats to jump on it Locked in deep thought, we ride around in silence And cross Rizal Bridge I watch each step, walkin' closer to my final destination of death When I'm layin' to rest, I'm only savin' my breath The Northwest fills the lungs, heals the pain in my chest I remain blessed, steppin' on rain with each step Eyes heavy from the lack of the cousin of death When I'm layin' to rest, I'm only savin' my breath The Northwest fills the lungs y'all, you know the rest You might also like[Outro] You know the rest, you know the rest, you know the rest It's like that y'all, that y'all, it's like that y'all, that y'all And that's all7

Rock

No Rest For The Weary

Blue Scholars

[Verse 1] There's no rest for the weary just another day grinding up stones Till they turn into dust, it's tough times in the rough Diamonds ain't enough to cover up a corrupted and fucked up legacy of strange fruit Bloody whips and small pox, trigger-happy cops Barbed wire and fire water, y'all it don't stop When the colonizer came with the cross and the sword I threw the first spear and said "I declare war!" I'm a battle-scar wearing heir apparent Descendants of a long lineage of proletariat and peasant So check the work ethic and the name The lessons might change but the essence of the message is the same [Chorus] So when they say anything Say "why is it?" Class is in session 'til the teacher gets a pink slip I ride the rhythm imbibe a little whine talk Head get the concrete inline wit' your spine [Verse 2] I speak to find peace but it's war all the time It's deep like the drive from Renton to Shoreline I'm a more mindful guy ever since finding out that I'm about to be a father and doubt is not an option And now I can't be getting crunk and faded as often So get your hands dirty cause a prayer ain't enough Boss, what cross? We got crucified by buckshots One million Jesuses and >Judas got his nuts off Pages torn out the memory of those who remain shackled In the chains of international capital gain They claim civilize with they animal ways Peace to Oakland, I've never been a fan of the A's But some days you can find me inscribing my Soul on the page every crime has an alibi Disciplined and organized is how I handle my New jacks are spending mad time on their battle rhymes I can't knock it if you find it entertaining I rep those whose labor ain't compensated So check the work ethic and the name The lessons might change but the essence of the message is the same You might also like[Chorus] So when they say anything Say "why is it?" Class is in session 'til the teacher gets a pink slip Forty to a class, no wonder we delinquent Half the school district never make it to commencement [Verse 3] I bent the spine of the track until it snaps Pops working overtime and he got a broken back Got three little sisters, one brother in Iraq And mom prays novenas to keep the fam intact But the song ain't a song waiting for God to answer Brothers call me "Dog", they got the letters backwards I'm back with a plan of attack to repossess my Name, face, and history y'all who wanna test My capacity to spit caliber shit into a rhythmic lesson And entertainment's a legitimate weapon Igniting the cipher sessions I'm deciphering life And blended both theory into practice I write Vernacular and actual fact Got no posturing A thousand pointing fingers I defied every one of them I ride for my brother who carry the burden Of a future uncertain 'til the fall of the curtain You better move Hold your head high soldier, it ain't over yet That's why we call it a struggle You're supposed to sweat Check the work ethic and the name The lessons might change but the essence of the message is the same [Chorus] So when they say anything Say "why is it?" Class is in session 'til the teacher gets a pink slip Crazy landlady tried to switch up on the lease If she raises up the rent again it's time to say "peace" [Outro] Peace, peace and that's my piece It's still all about the bullet in the belly of the beast From the East my brother we came The lessons might change but the essence of the message is the same So when they say anything Say "why is it?" Class is in session 'til the teacher gets a pink slip So keep marching 'til your feet split open "No Rest For The Weary" Blue Scholars keep going9

Rock

Words Words Words

Bo Burnham

[Intro] Let's rock! 1! 2! 1-2-3-4! [Verse 1] I'm a feminine Eminem, a slim shady lady But nice, 'cause I texted Haiti 90 lady cops in the road And I'm arrested for doing 80 Like Hamlet, all about "words, words, words" Divide a whole into thirds, thirds, thirds I'm a gay sea otter I blow other dudes out of the water I'm the man muffin, diving, muffin' Cold and fly like an arctic puffin Puffing whacky tobaccy Hating other rappers like I'm Helga Pataki And I've been rocking this mic before electricity Way back in a thousand BCE That's before the common era (era, era, era, era, era, era, ah) I can't be stopped Flow so sick that it should be mopped up Chick's got a dixie cup I gotta dick full of helium; I'll fuck you up A boy, a girl, a middle aged bitch Botox in the third person I give the perspective a switch and Bo talks in the third person Ooh, just relax; if you wanna know me, here's two facts: You might also like[Chorus] I hate catchy choruses and I'm a hypocrite I hate catchy choruses and I'm a hypocrite [Verse 2] Met a girl named Macy, had sex with her all day But she was dyslexic, so I ended up doing the YMCA We ballin', Asian, Wii bowling, Prostate cancer semi-colon Find that hole like I'm Stephen Hawking Atticus Finch, killing, mocking Cry like a child would You raped my childhood Just stroll in, roll in your pole into Rolie Polie Olie's colon To relax my mind I take a walk by the clock and I pass the time and Rhyming, mathematical timing Syntax impacts the intact hymen I'm an internet provider Came from the web like a horny spider Fucked a girl in an apple orchard Then came in cider I thought AIDS was a butt virus Like conjunction junction conjunctivitis I spit gold bars 'cause I was Molested by my uncle Midas Gay dads blow pops, another sucker Oedipus was the first motherfucker [Chorus] I hate catchy choruses and I'm a hypocrite Hungry hungry hippo-crite I hate catchy choruses and I'm a hypocrite [Verse 3] We, the people of the USA José, we're not talking to you, esé We got a border in order to keep you out It's what my NYU essay's about 'Cause we're, xenophobic warrior princess Molested by my Uncle Sam, is that incest? "I WANT YOU" to smell my finger Does my nephew's scent still linger? South of queers, north of hell The queer ones suck and the brown ones smell We guard the border and we guard it well But some slip through the cracks of the liberty bell Did I say liberty? I meant taco Paco, hey I better let that rock go 'Cause in real life Goliath wins Sells all the silk that the widow spins One more time, ah! [Chorus] I hate catchy choruses and I'm a hypocrite Hungry hungry hippo-crite I hate catchy choruses and I'm a hypocrite [Bridge] Break it down now! What! [Outro] Bitches and hoes, Bo's hoes, oh Bitches and hoes, bitches, hoes Bitches and hoes don't exist Because the hoes know Bo's a feminist Bitches and hoes don't exist Because the hoes know Bo's a feminist Take off your bras and burn 'em Or you can let me burn 'em Take off your bras and burn 'em, oh You can let Bo Burnham burn 'em Take off your bras and burn 'em You can let me burn 'em Take off your bras and burn 'em, burn 'em Or you can let Bo Burnham burn 'em32

ComedySpoken Word

Real Estate

Wiz Khalifa

Ugh Ya’ll already know what it is man If they wanna know my name, they look up and see the gang Ugh, its not a problem, we spending change [Wiz Khalifa - Verse 1] Got the pedal to the medal when I pull up out the garage Ain't feelin ‘em at all, these niggas a mirage Handling my biz like a full body massage, hands on Niggas gon hate, hoes wanna menage Cops fuck wit me hopin to get a charge Hoes leaving their man, fucking us cause our cars If its one thing I know, its smoking and living large Got me speedin down the interstate See what I’m eatin, wanna piece up off my dinner plate Hey she fucking me cause how I win a race Plus I ain't cheap, I roll the reefer counting bigger cake Wait I’m talkin fast car, big estate Money come in cash plus in the bank Nigga don’t believe me, throw it in your face Bitch I'm in the building like real estate [Hook] They say I’m still the same You know it ain't a thang Besides the zip code, ain't a damn thang changed I’m gettin money, keep the champaigne coming Might crack a smile but ain't a damn thang funny, no, uh uh I’m straight, when you gettin money muthafukas gonna hate Find the baddest bitch and get her number I dont even call her (call her, call her) Feel like a million dollars See Wiz Khalifa LiveGet tickets as low as $81You might also likeWhen they make it They should put my face up on a million dollar bill Dollar bill, dollar bill Cause thats how I feel yup Cause thats how I feel yup Cause thats how I feel yup Cause thats how I feel yup When they make it They should put my face up on a million dollar bill Dollar bill, dollar bill Cause thats how I feel yup Cause thats how I feel yup Cause thats how I feel yup Cause thats how I feel yup Hey [Wiz Khalifa - Verse 2] Ballin’s not a hobby, its my occupation Hoes on my dick, thats my confirmation Couple stars with me, thats a constellation Jacksons, Grants, Benjis, thats my conversation Touch the pedal once, it look like I’m racing Eyes Chinese, smoke like I’m Jamaican V.I.P rollin’ doobies up and facing 12 bottles of Rose, I’m on some gang shit Gettin all the shit, cake crumbling Ain't nothin, told them lil niggas I take from ‘em Laughing my all the way to the bank Tried to talk but they can’t They just stand ther,e when they starin Hatin, mumblin What you make a year, I guarantee I spend it clubbin Started kinda hot, now its safe to say we bubblin 400 on a zip, blow it all day Another city, state, another mill to make [Hook] They say I’m still the same You know it ain't a thang Besides the zip code, ain't a damn thang changed I’m gettin money, keep the champaigne coming Might crack a smile but ain't a damn thang funny, no, uh uh I’m straight, when you gettin money muthafukas gonna hate Find the baddest bitch and get her number I dont even call her (call her, call her) Feel like a million dollars When they make it They should put my face up on a million dollar bill Dollar bill, dollar bill Cause thats how I feel yup Cause thats how I feel yup Cause thats how I feel yup Cause thats how I feel yup When they make it They should put my face up on a million dollar bill Dollar bill, dollar bill Cause thats how I feel yup Cause thats how I feel yup Cause thats how I feel yup Cause thats how I feel yup Hey5

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You Be Killin Em

Fabolous

[Intro] Nice Oh, oh [Chorus] You what's up girl, ain't gotta ask it I dead 'em all now, I buy the caskets They should arrest you or whoever dressed you Ain't gon' stress you, but I'ma let you know Girl you be killin' 'em, you be killin' 'em Girl you be killin' 'em, you be killin' 'em Girl you be killin' 'em, you be killin' 'em Girl you be killin' 'em, o-o-oh [Verse 1] You ain't gotta worry bout her, shorty straight Been chasing her for 2 days, first 48 A bad bitch cost, she worth every cent She look like the best money that I ever spent Just watching my cutiepie get beautified Make me want better jewels, a newer ride Louboutin shoes, she got too much pride Her feet are killing her, I call it shoe-icide Looking good has it's sacrifices Chilly weather bring four figure jacket prices Her body nice, face dime Give you that iPhone 4, face time Shorty in the streets, still handle the home Enough class for wine, still handle Patron When them other hoes call I hand her the phone And she hand em the tone See Fabolous LiveGet tickets as low as $109You might also like[Chorus] You what's up girl, ain't gotta ask it I dead 'em all now, I buy the caskets They should arrest you or whoever dressed you Ain't gon' stress you, but I'ma let you know Girl you be killin' 'em, you be killin' 'em Girl you be killin' 'em, you be killin' 'em Girl you be killin' 'em, you be killin' 'em Girl you be killin' 'em, o-o-oh [Verse 2] Yeah I know that's what they all says She got a donkey with her, Juan Valdez Keep it clean cut like bald heads Been playin with that green long as Paul Pierce So you gotta ball harder than them ball players All she wanna know is there a mall near us Can't fault her, the last nigga spoiled her But he ain't beat it up, I assault her Shoulda seen her come to me when I called her Slow strut like she walking to the altar Hand bag on her arm cost four bills And she ain't gotta beg, borrow or steal Often imitated, never duplicated They say she a dime, I say she underrated I just met her so the next solution Dead my old chick, execution [Chorus] You what's up girl, ain't gotta ask it I dead 'em all now, I buy the caskets They should arrest you or whoever dressed you Ain't gon' stress you, but I'ma let you know Girl you be killin' 'em, you be killin' 'em Girl you be killin' 'em, you be killin' 'em Girl you be killin' 'em, you be killin' 'em Girl you be killin' 'em, o-o-oh [Outro] (You be killin' 'em) Had to let you know (You be killin' 'em) (You be killin' 'em, girl you be killin' 'em) All the ladies (to all the ladies) (You be killin' 'em) I'd like to congratulate you (You be killin' 'em) Congratulations (You be killin' 'em, girl you be killin' 'em) And you just came from the gym clothes In a fitted cap and some Timbo's And a pair of flats, well trimmed toes Camera in the mirror, BBM Pose Still killin' 'em hoes You still killin' 'em hoes You still killin' 'em hoes O-o-oh11

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Teqkilla (Lost My Fone Out wiv Nicki Minaj Remix)

M.I.A.

[Hook 1: M.I.A] Down the drain Down the drain Down the drain Down down down down Make it drop [Interlude] We squeeze We sniff We cut it up M-M-M-M-I-A The ultimate [Intro: M.I.A] M-M-M-M-I-A Oh, it's M.I.A Oh, wow It's M.I.A., wow [Bridge: M.I.A] Rock it, rock it to the stars Rock it, rock it to the space Rock it, rock it to the bar Rock it, rock it off your face You might also like[Verse 1: M.I.A] Johnnie keep walking, Jack does too much coke Jim Beam and Jameson, they just give me joke When I see Pernot, I say "oh hell no" Kahlua's a turn-off, tell him to Smirnoff Captain Morgan shot the sparks When we hang out, he shoot arrows through my heart Blue Tattoo, chilling up in Malibu He got 99 Bananas, but he's not my boo [Chorus: M.I.A.] I got sticky, sticky, icky, icky weed I got a shot of tequila in me I got sticky, sticky, icky, icky weed I got a shot of tequila in me I got sticky, sticky, icky, icky weed I got a shot of tequila in me I got sticky, sticky, icky, icky weed I got a shot of tequila in me [Verse 2: M.I.A] When I met Seagrams, he sent Chivas down my spine Got me on the dance floor and we start to wine His ex Sambuca, she just a hookah I put it on a chilla, but I want Tequila [Interlude] I got you off your fucking face I tell you what to do you want your mother, your something-or-other I got you off your fucking face You wound up in another place your brother, you fucking nutter [Chorus: M.I.A.] I got sticky, sticky, icky, icky weed I got a shot of tequila in me I got sticky, sticky, icky, icky weed I got a shot of tequila in me I got sticky, sticky, icky, icky weed I got a shot of tequila in me I got sticky, sticky, icky, icky weed I got a shot of tequila in me [Verse 3: Nicki Minaj] It's going d-d-d-d-d-d-d-down Everything slow-mo in the background When I pull it, pull it, p-p-pull it, pull it Yeah it's sticky and I get it by the pound Hey-o, Maya, your shit is on fire Real talk, yuh nuh know seh man a liar That's why I never ever take 'em to my mattress I tell 'em "meet me in the sky, yeah that's my address" I said I got this bad bitch Margarite And when I see her I say "si, señorita!" Okay, she make me feel like I love, love I'm like BRRRRRRR, yo, I'm fucked up! [Chorus: M.I.A.] I got sticky, sticky, icky, icky weed I got a shot of tequila in me I got sticky, sticky, icky, icky weed I got a shot of tequila in me I got sticky, sticky, icky, icky weed I got a shot of tequila in me I got sticky, sticky, icky, icky weed I got a shot of tequila in me [Outro: M.I.A.] I got sticky, sticky, icky, icky weed I got a shot of tequila in me I got sticky, sticky, icky, icky weed I got a shot of tequila in me Eh, whatcha say? Eh, whatcha say? Eh, whatcha say? Eh, whatcha say?2

Alternative

Balla Baby

Chingy

[Intro] You know the definition of a balla (uh hu) That's me C-H-I-N-G to the Y Let me explain it to you though [Hook] I'm a balla (say what) high, roller baby (baby, baby) Shot caller (that's right) ain't nobody this crazy (like me) You a hater (you a hater) why you tryin' to play me (I don't think he know) Fake player (fake player) ain't nobody killin (hey, I'm a ball for real) (oh, oh, oh) [Chingy] Girl I know you do the nasty (nasty) I could tell when ya (when ya) walked past me (past me) And your proud I looking flashy Errrthings on your mind Just ask me I know my errrrelated stuff wasky (wabbit) Carrots all in the dezzy It's a habbit (uh) How, wurrs my cash Outside I gotta Benz and Jag (both sittin on chrome) Is she down for gettin dirty with a 'get it' boy All I need is one night just hit it boy After the club we can check in at five-star telly Get a suite an let me put somethin in your belly What's your name, Sheena? (ah) Thought you was Shelly Don't matta four o'clock Just be ready Foreva solja probably won't come back from your momma Must we think that's where ya get your back from You might also like[Hook] I'm a balla (say what) high, roller baby (baby, baby) Shot caller (that's right) ain't nobody this crazy (like me) You a hater (you a hater) why you tryin' to play me (I don't think he know) Fake player (fake player) ain't nobody killin (hey, I'm a ball for real) (oh, oh, oh) [Chingy] VIP we keep it crackin ask 'em and brit (what's up) The girls on us so dirty who you rollin wit (V-I-P) From Magic City to the pink slip in the Lou (Lou) Them chicks love the diamonds that I get from rob jewels We been in the spot maaaan hang up flirtin We be surrounding by girls man and I ain't purpin All I know is money cash, sex, and j And I got all three no I don't play (don't play) Chicks call me Drama King like KaySlay (KaySlay) Cause in the bed I bring it (yeah) night and day Lettin rounds off in 'em like an AK You leavin wit me tell me is it free or do I have to pay, (what you say) [Hook] I'm a balla (say what) high, roller baby (baby, baby) Shot caller (that's right) ain't nobody this crazy (like me) You a hater (you a hater) why you tryin' to play me (I don't think he know) Fake player (fake player) ain't nobody killin (hey, I'm a ball for real) (oh, oh, oh) [Chingy] I like them black, white, Puerto Rican, or Haitian Like Japanese, Chinese, or even Asian (okay) Don't matter what colour on this occasion, (fo sho) Like smoke take a hit of what I'm blazin I said to god it's me girls praisin' Meet me at about 6 at the days inn 5 of 'em, 1 of me, I'm feelin caged in I'm a pimp, I'm gonna keep on playin You know I love 'em for that one night, (one night) I could take on ten with my one pipe, (one pipe) Knock 'em all like a bowlin pin on site, (on site) Make 'em soak, change, girl look herre You better get your mind right (cause...) [Hook until fade] I'm a balla (say what) high, roller baby (baby, baby) Shot caller (that's right) ain't nobody this crazy (like me) You a hater (you a hater) why you tryin' to play me (I don't think he know) Fake player (fake player) ain't nobody killin (hey, I'm a ball for real) (oh, oh, oh)

Hip-Hop

Lean Back

Terror Squad

[Intro: Fat Joe] Owwwwww! Yeah! My niggas, ahah Throw your hands in the air right now, man! Feel this shit right here, Scott Storch, nigga Yeah Khaled, I see you nigga, ShowBiz, Born Lord Uh, yeah, uh, yo [Verse 1: Fat Joe] I don't give a fuck about your faults or mishappens Nigga, we from the Bronx, New York; shit happens Kids clappin', love to spark the place Half the niggas in the Squad got a scar on their face It's a cold world and this is ice Half a mil' for the charm, nigga, this is life Got the Phantom in front of the building, Trinity Ave Ten years been legit, they still figure me bad As a youngin, was too much to cope with Why you think, muh'fuckers nicknamed me Cook Coke shit? Should've been called Armed Robbery Extortion, or maybe Grand Larceny I did it all, I put the pieces to the puzzle Just as long, I knew me and my peoples was gon' bubble Came out the gate on some Flo-Jo shit Fat nigga with the shotty was the logo, kid [Chorus: Fat Joe] I said my niggas don't dance We just pull up our pants and, do the rockaway Now lean back, lean back Lean back, lean back (come on!) I said my niggas don't dance We just pull up our pants and, do the rockaway Now lean back, lean back Lean back, lean back (come on!) You might also like[Verse 2: Remy Martin] R to the Ezzy, M to the Yzzy My arms stay breezy, the Don stay flizzy Got a date at 8, I'm in the 7-4-fizzive And I just bought a bike so I can ride 'til I die With a matchin' jacket, 'bout to cop me a mansion My niggas in the club, but you know they not dancin' We gangsta, and gangstas don't dance, we boogie So never mind how we got in here with burners and hoodies Listen, we don't pay admission and the bouncers don't check us And we walk around the metal detectors And there really ain't a need for a V.I.P section In the middle of the dance floor reckless, check it Said he, liked my necklace, started relaxin' Now that's what the fuck I call a chain reaction See, money ain't a thang, nigga, we still the same niggas Flows just changed, now we 'bout to change the game, nigga [Chorus: Fat Joe] I said my niggas don't dance We just pull up our pants and, do the rockaway Now lean back, lean back Lean back, lean back (come on!) I said my niggas don't dance We just pull up our pants and, do the rockaway Now lean back, lean back Lean back, lean back (come on!) [Verse 3: Fat Joe] Now we living better now, Coogi sweater now And that G4 can fly through any weather now See, niggas get tight when you worth some millions This is why I sport the chinchilla: to hurt they feelings You can find Joe Crack at all type of shit Out in Vegas front row to all the fights and shit If 5-0 boy come then they'd proudly squeal Cause half these rappers they blow like Derek Foreal If you cross the line, damn right I'm gon' hurt you These faggot niggas even made gang signs commercial Even Lil' Bow Wow throwin' it up B2K Crip walkin' like, "That's what's up!" Kay keep tellin' me to speak about the Rucker Matter of fact, I don't wanna speak about the Rucker Not even Pee Wee Kirkland could imagine this My niggas didn't have to play to win the championship [Chorus: Fat Joe] I said my niggas don't dance We just pull up our pants and, do the rockaway Now lean back, lean back Lean back, lean back (come on!) I said my niggas don't dance We just pull up our pants and, do the rockaway Now lean back, lean back Lean back, lean back (come on!)19

Hip-HopRap

Only God Can Judge Me

2Pac

[Intro: 2Pac] Only God can judge me (That right?) Only God can judge me now Nobody else (Nobody else) All you other motherfuckers get out my business (Really) Only God can judge me now [Verse 1: 2Pac] Perhaps I was blind to the facts, stabbed in the back I couldn't trust my own homies, just a bunch of dirty rats Will I succeed? Paranoid from the weed And hocus pocus, try to focus, but I can't see And in my mind I'm a blind man doin' time Look to my future, ‘cause my past is all behind me Is it a crime to fight for what is mine? Everybody's dyin', tell me what's the use in tryin' I've been trapped since birth, cautious ‘cause I'm cursed And fantasies of my family in a hearse And they say it's the White man I should fear But it's my own kind doin' all the killin' here I can't lie, ain't no love for the other side Jealousy inside, make 'em wish I died Oh my Lord, tell me what I'm livin' for Everybody's droppin', got me knockin' on Heaven's door And all my memories of seein' brothers bleed And everybody grieves, but still nobody sees Recollect your thoughts, don't get caught up in the mix ‘Cause the media is full of dirty tricks You might also like[Chorus: 2Pac] Only God can judge me Only God can judge me, only God Only God can judge me Only God can judge me Only God can judge me, only God Only God can judge me now Only God can judge me, only God Only God can judge me Only God can judge me, only God Only God can judge me [Verse 2: 2Pac] Flatline I hear the doctor standin' over me, screamin' I can make it Got a body full of bullet holes, layin' here naked Still I can't breathe, something's evil in my IV ‘Cause everytime I breathe I think they killin' me I'm havin' nightmares, homicidal fantasies I wake up strangled, entangled in my bed sheets I call the nurse ‘cause it hurts to reminisce How did it come to this? I wish they didn't miss Somebody help me, tell me where to go from here ‘Cause even thugs cry, but do the Lord care? Try to remember but it hurts I'm walkin' through the cemetery, talkin' to the dirt I'd rather die like a man than live like a coward There's a ghetto up in Heaven and it's ours "Black Power!" is what we scream As we dream in a paranoid state And our fate is a lifetime of hate Dear Mama, can you save me? And fuck peace ‘Cause the streets got our babies, we gotta eat No more hesitation, each and every black male's trapped And they wonder why we suicidal running 'round strapped Mr. Police, please try to see That there's a million motherfuckers stressin' just like me [Chorus: 2Pac] Only God can judge me Only God can judge me, only God Only God can judge me Only God can judge me Only God can judge me, only God Only God can judge me now Only God can judge me, only God Only God can judge me Only God can judge me, only God Only God can judge me [Interlude: 2Pac] That which does not kill me can only make me stronger That's for real And I don't see why everybody feel as though That they gotta tell me how to live my life You know? Let me live, baby, let me live [Verse 3: Rappin' 4-Tay] Pac, I feel ya, keep servin' it on the reala For instance, say a playa-hatin' mark is out to kill ya Would you be wrong for buckin' a nigga to the pavement? He gon' get me first, if I don't get him fool start prayin' Ain't no such thing as self-defense in the court of law So judge us when we get to where we're goin wearin' a cross That's real, got him, lurked him, crept the fuck up on him Sold a half a million tapes, now everybody want him After talkin' behind my back like a bitch would Tellin' them niggas, "You can fade him" Punk, I wish you would It be them same motherfuckers in your face That'll rush up in your place to get your safe Knowin' you on that paper chase Grass, glass, big screen and leather couch My new shit is so fetti, already sold a ki or ounce Bitch, remember 2Pac and 4-Tay The same two brothers dodgin' bullets, representin' the Bay Pac, when you was locked down, that's when "I'll Be Around" Start climbin' up the charts, so sick, but they tried to clown That's why they ride the bandwagon Still be draggin', sellin' lies Don't think I don't see you haters, I know y'all in disguise [Verse 4: 2Pac] Guess you figure you know me, ‘cause I'm a thug That love to hit the late night clubs drink them Buds Been livin' lavish like a player all day Now I'm 'bout to floss some boss player shit with 4-Tay [Chorus: 2Pac] Only God can judge me Only God can judge me, only God Only God can judge me Only God can judge me Only God can judge me, only God Only God can judge me now Only God can judge me, only God Only God can judge me Only God can judge me, only God Only God can judge me [Outro: 2Pac & Rappin 4-Tay] Only God man That right? That’s real Hahahahahaha Fuck everybody else, you know what I’m sayin'? Man, look here, man My only fear of death Is comin' back to this bitch reincarnated, man That’s for the homie mental Hehehehe We up out84

Gangsta Rap

Love Is…

Common

[Chorus] How beautiful love can be On the streets love is hard to see It's a place I got to be Loving you is loving me How beautiful love can be On the streets love is hard to see Gotta reach that frequency Loving you is loving me [Verse 1] Yeah, you know what love is Even found it on the ground where the thugs live My man had to dig deep to find his Couldn't sleep cause on the real he had five kids Live nig's, real niggas express and taste it At crap games, black dames and big faces Cases in court, fam' showing love and support You and your baby's mom thought that love was a sport As men we were taught to hold it in That's why we don't know how 'til we're older men If love is a place I'ma go again At least now, now I know to go within At times it can take ya for a spin Heartbreak hotel then you're home again I've seen love make a nigga soul pretend Like a story that he don't want to end, yo See Common LiveGet tickets as low as $143You might also like[Chorus] How beautiful love can be On the streets love is hard to see It's a place I got to be Loving you is loving me How beautiful love can be On the streets love is hard to see Gotta reach that frequency Loving you is loving me [Verse 2] It's all love where we come from In the hood love we was told to run from That same hood where the guns sung We holla love, hoping it'd become one Crack got so many lives undone From lack of love many hide, some run I knew this girl with a son who dreamt of acting in plays Demonstration with her man had her trapped in a maze Trying to find herself again, much of that she'd have gave Love can free us, to it some of us react as a slave Funny, we love 'em more when they're relaxed in a grave Wonder if a thug is raw, is he actin' afraid? Everybody loves sun, why do I attract shade? Heard of the love of money, but compassion it pays Talk about it with my youth so she'd understand What it is to be loved by a man [Chorus] How beautiful love can be On the streets love is hard to see It's a place I got to be Loving you is loving me How beautiful love can be On the streets love is hard to see Gotta reach that frequency Loving you is loving me [Verse 3] Some say that I'm a dreamer 'cause I talk about it often Seen the hardest nigga soften wit' his homie in a coffin We walk and stand in, fall in it With the right companion we all in it Mary sang a song about it, having broad limits In the game of life, it's the scrimmage Reminiscing on letters I wrote in my small days A letter to the people, love always, yeah [Chorus] How beautiful love can be On the streets love is hard to see It's a place I got to be Loving you is loving me How beautiful love can be On the streets love is hard to see Gotta reach that frequency Loving you is loving me16

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Straight Out The Sewer

Das EFX

[Verse 1: Dray] Coming straight from the sewer, I biggity-be's the rough slang slinger Singer, dame look at me swing it like a swinger I riggity-rock the miggity-microphone, I'm born to rock it Don't jock it, I'm quiggity-quick-quick, thiggity-thick, yo, drop it I'm flippin' the flap, so check out the rap skills, ill, ain't it? I friggity-fry the funk, so give me your tracks so I can train it Or drain it like Drano, get Macco 'cause I'm a rhymer I stiggity-stomp the comp like a dino Siggity-saur figgity-figure four leglock Hack-pthoo, spit, can I rock? The finger-lickin tiggity-crispy chicken Spiggity-spark the biggity-blunt style is what I'm kickin' So next up, I kiggity-call my nigga with the slang The iggity-ill paprika, yo, speaker [Verse 2: Skoob] Hot diggity-damn, yiggity-yes, I'm giggity-grand slammin' like a Homer Simpson, look at the microphoner on a mission Mission accomplished, dude, I'm kickin' flavor With my nigga, oh {shit}! My nigga from Jamaica Crack a 40, I smiggity-smoke 'nuff blunts that OG Bringin' funk from crown heights straight to Californi-i-a, b See me on the freestyle Chill more props than Benny Hill, um Well, I'll be God damned, they bringin' me in the master mix The nappy head, complexion dark, question mark, asterisk I flip up, bang, knock a baby out your sitter The figgity-funk, triple packs an uzi in my zip-up Remember the time I whipped it, smacked it, flipped it You're figurin' I was a tip, tip, so I kicked it You might also like[Hook] Straight from the sewer, straight from the sewer Nothing can save ya Straight from the sewer, straight from the sewer Nothing can save ya Straight from the sewer, straight from the sewer Nothing can save ya Straight from the sewer, straight from the sewer Nothing can save ya [Verse 3: Dray] Coming straight from the sewer, the young flippin'-the-tongue superstarrer I'm freaking the flow like there ain't no tomorrow I'm horrifyin', kid, I be wreckin' Shiggity-shop, when I rock, there's no half-steppin So give me the mic check, get respect, dude, I'm gnarly I betcha if I was Ken, then I'd be {fuckin'} Barbie So shiggity-bop boo, aiyo, Duke, can I give a Shiggity-shout to my nigga, oh, and the jibber Jabber Jaw riggity-raw when I'm kickin' I'm flippin' the tongue so figgity-fee-fi-fo-fum, no slippin' I'm wicked, wild, bringin' the style when I blabber I swing it for Das EFX, when I flex, I won't stagger Or stutter, I wriggity-wreck it quick with my crew So light, camera, action [Verse 4: Skoob] Tiggity-take two, um, roll 'em, chiggity-check the flow, um I'm swingin' it like my nuts be swingin' from my scrotum Oh Judah, I'm bringin' the power move left, G From the sewer, test the microphone, 1-2 uh The nigga, the jibbity-jibber jabber jaw, blippity-blapper rapper Tiggity-tap a livin in the lap of The ghetto, leakin' the nigga petrol as I let go My verbs with an echo from Bismol to Pepto The um, boogity-woogity-Books can make ya clock turn I riggity-rocks the spot just like my cock got sperm I friggity-freaks the ill rap, I'm still strapped, don't test me I pops shit, pop tarts, and piggity-pop cherries Correct, g, my style is fat, so I swung it Want it? The riggity-roughneck Brooklyn nigga brung it [Hook] Straight from the sewer, straight from the sewer Nothing can save ya Straight from the sewer, straight from the sewer Nothing can save ya Straight from the sewer, straight from the sewer Nothing can save ya Straight from the sewer, straight from the sewer Nothing can save ya1

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Mind of a Lunatic

Geto Boys

[Verse 1: Bushwick Bill] Paranoid, sitting in a deep sweat Thinking, I gotta fuck somebody before the week ends The sight of blood excites me, shoot you in the head Sit down, and watch you bleed to death I hear the sound of your last breath Shouldn't have been around, I went all the way left You was in the right place for me at the wrong time I'm a psychopath, in a minute lose my fucking mind Calm down, back to reality Don't fear death, cause I know that it's promised to me Flashes, I get flashes of Jason Gimme a knife, a million lives I'm wastin' The shadow of death follows me, I don't give a fuck Pussy play Superman, your ass'll get boxed up Put him in a straight jacket, the man's sick This is what goes on in the mind of a lunatic [Verse 2: Bushwick Bill] Looking through her window, now my body is warm She's naked, and I'm a peeping tom Her body's beautiful, so I'm thinking rape Shouldn't have had her curtains open, so that's her fate Leaving out her house, grabbed the bitch by her mouth Drug her back in, slammed her down on the couch Whipped out my knife, said, "If you scream, I'm cuttin'" Opened her legs and commenced the fuckin' She begged me not to kill her, I gave her a rose Then slit her throat, and watched her shake till her eyes closed Had sex with the corpse before I left her And drew my name on the wall like helter skelter Run for shelter never crossed my mind I had a gauge, a grenade, and even a nine Dial 911 for the bitch But the cops ain't shit when they're fucking with a lunatic You might also like[Verse 3: Scarface] I sit alone in my four-cornered room staring at candles Dreaming of the people I've dismantled I close my eyes and in a circle Appears the images of sons of bitches that I murdered Flashbacks of bodies being fucked up Once I attack, I'm like a pit on a rage that's going for guts Boys used to die when I'm full of that fry I be amping when I'm high So I say 'fuck' and just let bullets fly Like I said before, Scarface is my identity A homicidal maniac with suicidal tendencies I'm on the violent tip, so yo, get a grip And bitch, come equipped, ain't taking no shit Cause here comes a lunatic [Verse 4: Scarface] My girl's getting skinny, she's strung out on coke So I went to her mother's house and cut out her throat Her grandma was standing there, she was screaming out, "Brad!" As she reached for the telly, I put the blade on granny's ass Went to the back and grabbed a shovel Now granny's on her way to meet the devil Pulled out my .38 and aimed at the bitch A cop says (Freeze, motherfucker!) Bitch, suck my dick I said, "Die, motherfuckers!" as I blasted Something clicked in my head, visions of bodies in plastic The scent of buckshots in human flesh Pigs dying, from bullet wounds to the chest No sheriff's gonna take me on a road Dark as fuck, and let his pistols explode Fuck that, cause I ain'ts to die So I reloaded my Uzi and fired up another fry It got me crazy as fuck A raging psychotic full of that Angel's Dust The cops had the place surrounded Hunted for a way to get out - I found it Innocent bystanders were watching; set an example I popped one "Let me go, goddammit, Scot free Or all of these mothafuckas coming with me" All of a sudden the shit got silent I remember waking up in an asylum Bein' treated like a troubled kid My shirt was all bloody, and both of my wrists was slit Think this is harsh? This ain't as harsh as it gets No telling what's being thought of in the mind of a lunatic [Verse 5: Willie D] November 1st 1966 A damn fool was born with the mind of a lunatic I should've been killed But sister fucked around and let me live Now I developed a criminal behavior Fuck with me, and I'll slay ya Ass, beyond recognition shit Your dental records couldn't prove your identity, bitch I beg your pardon, on talking to Borden You'll never find a mother fucker, so save your milk cartons Cross the line, your ass is mine I don't give a fuck if you're 9 or 99 Blind, crippled, or crazy, don't phase me Your funky ass will be pushing up daisies You wanna know what makes me click? My psychiatrist said I got the mind of a lunatic [Verse 6: Willie D] I ain't got it all, so don't fuck with me Unless your ass wanna be made history I'll blow your motherfucking house up And if your wife and kids are inside, they're fucked I don't give a damn who I slay Don't let me get a hold to some E&J Cause when the shit hit the fan I'll stab your ass quicker than a Mexican The nightmares I leave you with on the scene Will make Freddy bitch ass look like a wet dream This is fact, not fictional, son of a bitch I got the mind of a lunatic6

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Airborne Aquarium

Curren$y

Haha, yeauh Lames catch feelings we catch flights, Jet Life, fool Turn it up some Lames catch feelings we catch flights, Jet Life Yeauh, eauh [Verse:] I’m getting hella mail from jail, niggas telling me to kill it When they get out I’ll bring them ’round some bitches Shinobi how I kick it, American Ninja, major motion picture Flipping my remote, same way I do them hoes But she already know before she touch my Chevy door Real nigga, let me make it as clear as my windows No square shall enter in the circle of winners Know I’m prepared for whatever, if you know what I been through Rearview, Clear vision, memories of paid dues Confined to a runway, thunderstorms came thru But look what it came to, something that amazes you Soon as you quit hating and hear what I gotta say to you Baby blue sole. These white 11, ’96 No retro card came with this Same year, my Impala with the floor shift 4-door suicide, Muscle car chauffeured Shawty body choco-latte; Russell Stovers Brung weed with her whenever I invite her over Polo sweater, Teddy bear hanging off her shoulder No care, over here, so we put it in the air Walking ’round my house, say she wanna fuck everywhere That’s cool baby, but I just got that pool table We ain’t gotta stay away from it, It’s all good If you wanna get under it, then I guess I can fuck with it Before I got on this beat, it made out a bucket-list In these bars, I granted its deathwish Legendary lay-up. Jordan with the right-left switch Hang time, Hand glide, Stir fried, Chanky-eyed, Shanghai Candy rain, drizzle frame, I ride ’87 Corvette ZR1, took the T-tops off it Put ‘em in the trunk bitch, all gassed up, she been drinkin’ from the pump That’s all bad, tryna pass, fucked around and crashed Bitches all flip, Fools tryna make it last Emotional luggage, nothing of it, I don’t check bags I just carry-on, leave that bullshit in the past Half Rose, Chandon, OJ in my glass Mimosa, Testarossa program, Countach curriculum Doors open like a pendulum swinging Rock in my Jetset Emblem Fool, it’s the serve, like Wimbledon, interior cinnamon The car that I’m sittin’ in, Calm my bad nerves, I call her my Ritalin Just kiddin, not pillin’, just element twistin’ From the Earth come the fire and the wind I’m livin Not pillin’, just element twistin’ From the Earth come the fire and the wind I’m livin From the Earth come the fire and the wind I’m livin YeauhhSee Curren$y LiveGet tickets as low as $83You might also like14

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The Manipulation

Wale

[Good Wale] I just wanna show you that I can better you If ever you are feeling you are ready to improve You ready for a move? We can bust it I'm talking all emotion, the deepest of discussion The deepest of your feelings We can spend a weekend all alone, fully clothed, letting' you know, ain't even tryna hit it Don't even need to listen to them niggas You're reaching new heights, and I ain't kiss you just a little I'll kiss you just a little, I promise it's forever Highest form of respect, if you say you're not ready Forever in debt to the lord for he's given Something I'm not worthy of, the purpose of my livin' , the source of my happiness, without you Nothing in the world seems to matter, my honey (honey, honey, honey) *Seinfeld skit* [Bad Wale] And I'm M.O.B I ain't no emo nigga, I do not lean on women I chase cheese I get it, nothing but cream I'm getting I just acquire my scratch, I'm Primo wit' it I got an ego, big enough to let me know Any chick come around me, is never gon' leave me broke All this flow that I give em, I live by the code and I'll leave her I'm bigger than the code, I'm game genie Shit is easy, these lil bitches need me And I don't gotta talk about my feelings So bitch watch your mouth, and wash them dishes after dinner And wash your little *___* and I'll dig you in a minute...get it Silly ass nigga right there, he gon' show you that he care, he gon' tell you that he there for you He gon' tell you what he prepared to do And I'm the type of muhfucka that'll share you, shoot Don't 'nar confuse, I ain't a friend of you The only time I'm concerned, is when I'm into you...yeah Don't 'nar confuse...yeah...when I'm into you BITCH (BITCH – BITCH - BITCH) See Wale LiveGet tickets as low as $128You might also like[Good Wale] (That's not no way to talk to a lady, man) I know the time get hard, let me be there for ya Live you & me, I can be the air for ya I'm in a rare breed, extraordinary league With anything you need, I'm Jeff Gordon to the scene According to the stats, darling, we can never be Fine women love losers, that treat 'em bad and cheap I'll treat you like a queen, you rather be a slave I'll show you I'm a gentleman, but you prefer a cave man Shoe box money, and crumbled up 20's I'll teach you 'bout equity and real estate honey For honey, I will live, be a father for the kids I'll show you there's a few good left that exist The muse of a Tyler Perry flick that I'm is You tired of this shit, than you can just sit with me...(however, whenever you want to baby) My honey...... [Bad Wale] (Hold the fuck up man, hold that shit up man, all that soft shit) Yeah, bitch you need to sit on me You like my conversation, I know I make you horny If your hungry, it's still M.O.B We ain't never 'gon be, I'll be leavin' in the morning I'm in a rare breed, extraordinary league Your nothing but a muh fuckin lease (keep it movin) See these hoes they manipulate Have you buying liquor, then have you buying dinner 'til it's time to disintegrate That's why this my mission statement, bitch get it straight Money over honey, real niggas gon' participate Thus we eliminate faith Cuz bitches can manipulate in several different ways Yeah, I'm close minded, and never gon' change And keep my account the same way...fuck outta here1

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6 Foot 7 Foot

Lil Wayne

[Chorus: Harry Belafonte] Six-foot, seven-foot, eight-foot bunch Six-six-foot, seven-foot, eight-foot bunch [Verse 1: Lil Wayne] Ahem Excuse my charisma, vodka with a spritzer Swagger down pat; call my shit Patricia Young Money militia, and I am the commissioner You no wan' start Weezy 'cause the 'F' is for finisher So misunderstood, but what's a world without enigma? Two bitches at the same time; synchronized swimmers Got the girl twisted 'cause she open when you twist her Never met the bitch, but I fuck her like I missed her Life is the bitch, and death is her sister Sleep is the cousin—what a fuckin' family picture You know Father Time, and we all know Mother Nature It's all in the family, but I am of no relation No matter who's buyin', I'm a celebration Black and white diamonds; fuck segregation Fuck that shit, my money up, you niggas just Honey Nut Young Money runnin' shit, and you niggas just runner-ups I don't feel I done enough, so I'ma keep on doin' this shit Lil Tunechi or Young Tuna Fish, ha! [Chorus: Harry Belafonte, Lil Wayne] Six-foot, seven-foot, eight-foot bunch (Yeah) Six-six-foot, seven-foot, eight-foot bunch (I'm goin' back in) You might also like[Verse 2: Lil Wayne] Okay I lost my mind, it's somewhere out there stranded I think you stand under me if you don't understand me Had my heart broken by this woman named Tammy But hoes gon' be hoes, so I couldn't blame Tammy Just talked to Moms, told her she the sweetest I beat the beat up; call it self-defense Swear, man, I be seein' through these niggas like sequins Niggas think they He-Men, pow, pow, the end Talkin' to myself because I am my own consultant Married to the money, fuck the world; that's adultery You full of shit, you close your mouth and let yo' ass talk Young Money eatin', all you haters do is add salt Stop playin', bitch, I got this game on deadbolt Mind so sharp, I fuck around and cut my head off Real nigga all day and tomorrow But these ma'fuckers talkin' crazy like they jaw broke Glass half empty, half full, I'll spill ya Try me and run into a wall; outfielder You know I'ma ball 'til they turn off the field lights The fruits of my labor, I enjoy 'em while they still ripe Bitch, stop playin', I do it like a king do If these niggas animals, then I'ma have a mink soon Tell 'em bitches I say put my name on the wall I speak the truth, but I guess that's a foreign language to y'all And I call it like I see it, and my glasses on But most of y'all don't get the picture 'less the flash is on Satisfied with nothin', you don't know the half of it Young Money, Cash Money... uh Paper chasin', tell that paper, "Look, I'm right behind ya" Bitch, real G's move in silence like lasagna People say I'm borderline crazy, sorta kinda Woman of my dreams, I don't sleep, so I can't find her You niggas are gelatin, peanuts to an elephant I got through that sentence like a subject and a predicate Yeah, with a swag, you would kill for Money too strong; pockets on bodybuilder Jumped in a wishin' well, now wish me well Tell 'em kiss my ass, call it kiss and tell [Verse 3: Cory Gunz] Yeah, word to my mama, I'm out of my lima bean Don't wanna see what that drama mean, get some Dramamine Llama scream, hotter than summer sun on a Ghana queen Now all I want is hits, bitch, Wayne signed a fiend I-I play the side for you niggas that's tryna front, and see Son of Gun, Son of Sam, you niggas the son of me Pause for this dumber speech, I glow like Buddha Disturb me, and you'll be all over the flo' like Luda Bitch, I flow like scuba, bitch, I'm bold like Cuba And I keep a killer ho, she gon' blow right through ya I be mackin', 'bout my stackin', amount I pack like a mover Shout to ratchet for backin' out on behalf of my shooter Niggas think they high as I, I come laugh at your ruler Cash Money cold, bitch, but our actions is cooler, Wayne These niggas out they mind, I done told these fuck niggas so many times That I keep them bucks steady on my mind, tuck these, I fuck these on your mind, pause To feed them, on my grind, did I get a little love, keep throwin' my sign In the middle, hit 'em up, piece on my side, ‘cause ain't no peace on my side Bitch, I'm a man, I visit urinals abroad Tune told me to, I'm shootin' when the funeral outside I'm uptown, thoroughbred, a BX nigga Ya heard? Gunna181

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Trap Star

Jeezy

[Intro] Ayy (Ayy), yeah Ayy (Ayy), yeah Ayy (Ayy) [Chorus] I'm a T-R-A-P-S-T-ar (USDA in the building, ayy) Got the city on lock, big shoes on the car And she likes it (She likes it nigga), ayy And she likes it (Yeah), let's get it [Verse 1] Got the city on smash, the streets on click-clock Eighty grand just to see the Jacob go tick-tock (Haha) I'm so materialistic, so well-connected Just ask about me, so well-respected (Ayy) Run the streets all day, I don't get no sleep (Nope) Eat at Spondivits four times a week Bucket of crab legs, Slick had the lobster (Yeah) I'm the real deal, these other niggas imposters Popping gold bottles, yeah I took those sips (Sips) Fifty in the trunk, yeah, I took those trips (Trips) Keep the white girl, yeah, forever my lady (Yeah) Two grand flat get you four and a baby, c'mon [Chorus] I'm a T-R-A-P-S-T-ar Got the streets on lock, big shoes on the car And she likes it (She likes it, she likes it), ayy And she likes it (She likes it, she likes it) I'm a T-R-A-P-S-T-ar Keep Barney in the Sweets, cop Goose from the bar And she likes it (She likes it, yeah), ayy, ayy And she likes it (She likes it, she likes it) See Jeezy LiveGet tickets as low as $51You might also like[Verse 2] Slide through the hood to just to check my dough (Dough) Trap star fresh from head to toe (Toe) From toe to head the kicks match the cap (Yeah) Black t-shirt, yeah, it match the strap (Ayy) The stones in the watch, yeah, they match the chain New Jordans on his feet, Snowman's the name (Haha) Fresh out the paint shop, threw the fours on it (Fours on it) Now the Chevy got Lamborghini doors on it (Yeah) Mix the Grey Goose with the cranberry juices (What?) Nigga, can't you tell? I really sold those deuces (Yup) The squares are white, the tape is black (What else?) The wait is over, the real is back (Ayy) [Chorus] I'm a T-R-A-P-S-T-ar Got the streets on lock, big shoes on the car And she likes it (She likes it, she likes it), ayy And she likes it (She likes it, she likes it) I'm a T-R-A-P-S-T-ar Keep Barney in the Sweets, cop Goose from the bar And she likes it (She likes it, yeah), ayy, ayy And she likes it (She likes it, she likes it), yeah, yeah, ayy [Verse 3] Lil' mama wanna holla at a pimp (Pimp) My money too straight, I don't walk wit' a limp (Nah) It ain't hard, girl, just use your head (Haha) Slices stacked up, I got colonial bread (Yeah) Now she off the chain, yeah, she so erotic Purple Mango, yeah, it's so exotic (Yeah) No punchlines (Nope) no riddles (Uh-huh) I'm talking white squares with the stamps in the middle (Haha) You know me, take the good with the bad Can't complain, the Porsche came with the rag And the chopper came with extra clips So when you niggas out of line we can extra flip (Ayy) [Chorus] I'm a T-R-A-P-S-T-ar Got the streets on lock, big shoes on the car And she likes it (She likes it, she likes it), ayy And she likes it (She likes it, she likes it) I'm a T-R-A-P-S-T-ar Keep Barney in the Sweets, cop Goose from the bar And she likes it (She likes it, yeah) And she likes it (She likes it, she likes it) I'm a T-R-A-P-S-T-ar Got the streets on lock, big shoes on the car And she likes it (She likes it, she likes it), ayy And she likes it (She likes it, she likes it) I'm a T-R-A-P-S-T-ar Keep Barney in the Sweets, cop Goose from the bar And she likes it (She likes it, yeah) And she likes it (She likes it, she likes it)1

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Finale

Young Money

[Intro: T-Streets] What it do, nigga This your nigga T-Streets Bang-bang in the building This Young Money First up, my nigga Gudda Gudda Double G, blap, blap [Verse 1: Gudda Gudda] They call me Young Gudda, I'm all about the dough still And anybody in my way: roadkill Everything my hands touch turn to gold Money, knots, and jewels with no records sold, yeah I'm manhandlin' rappers with no effort So imagine what'll happen when I start applyin' pressure Guillotine flow, who ready to get severed, nigga? In or out the booth, you could get leveled, nigga [Interlude: T-Streets] Now we gonna take it to Harlem, Millzy [Verse 2: Jae Millz] L’eggo! Yo, we are Young Money (Yes) Nigga, your camp chocha It's ‘bout to get real ugly—Omarosa YM vultures, it ain't a family doper We done changed the way the game look—Sammy Sosa (Ha!) This is life, this ain't a job The Audemars and Chapard just symbolize I go hard Navy on Navy Camaro, I did it all for the Yankees (L'eggo) Did it all for New York and this love, no need to thank me Millz! You might also like[Interlude: T-Streets] Now we gonna take to the West Coast Tyga-Tyga [Verse 3: Tyga] Ugh, fast money, I don't slow dance Young Money, motherfucker, 'til the world end Money overweight, bitch—Roseanne I don't listen to these kids—grown man Skinny nigga, dope though, ugh, Lohan Lindsey, the white Benz, same color Mike skin Make your soul spin when the ping loading Au revoir, goodbye, now applaud [Interlude: T-Streets] Yeah, now it’s child’s play, nigga My lil' G, Lil' Chuckee [Verse 4: Lil Chuckee] Young Money lil' G, battle juice in my blood Jumpin' at the boy, man, you better have your bungee cord Since Wayne took me off the leash, I ain't lose a fight yet Now, come drag your dog out the ring, how you love that? Young with an attitude, watch how you talk to me Keep playin' Freddy, boy, I'll leak on your Elm Street Trouble is what you want, dog, pain is what you don't get It's Young Money to the bone gristle, you dig? [Interlude: T-Streets] Now we got the hottest nigga on the internet Lil' Twist Hefner, what it do? [Verse 5: Lil Twist] Ugh! Young Money, good night And yeah, I'm gon' shine like a ultraviolet light Lil' Twist gonna sell out like it's opening tonight Going for the fist nigga to write You need a telescope sight to try to see me, I'm so far gone Even though I'm going off, kids, I'm so far on I got a house full of chicks like the Playboy home Wrappin' up my lifestyle and I smashed this song, Twizzy [Interlude: T-Streets] Yeah, next up, we got the best rapstress alive, Nicki Minaj [Verse 6: Nicki Minaj] I'm in that cotton-pickin' Bent, put massa on the guts White on white whips, Kunta Kinte on the clutch You at the bottom of the pole—totem Like Lamar Odom, I ball—scrotum Flyer than a cricket so they call me "Nicki Jiminy" And it's going down like Santa in the chim-i-ney You don't ball, break your baby-back ribs You need more assist than the handicapped kids Oh, shit [Interlude: T-Streets] And now, the beautiful Miss Shanell [Verse 7: Shanell] Young Money, we’re rockstars So fuck with your Magnum on And hold on, we go long You feel that, we get that We in that, we run that We bust back We hit them and we see them comin' back for more Back for more [Interlude: T-Streets] Next up, my nigga Mack Maine Stupid Mack-nupid, one hundred [Verse 8: Mack Maine] Microwave family in the building, you can't hold us Me, Tez, and Wayne, we the three new moguls Buffet around here, y'all boys scrape the plates And we don't eat up in our whips, but they got paper plates Soon as we leave the club, damn, where the models go One word I forgot to say on his album: "Hollygrove!" This track is the finale, nah, this the genesis Young Money murderers, we killin' shit, forever [Interlude: T-Streets] Toronto Drizzy Get ‘em [Verse 9: Drake] Alright, I got this, you can never get this I built it up from nothing, you would think I'm playin' Tetris Thousand-dollar sweater on, but I don’t never sweat shit Swear the beats they give me got a motherfuckin’ death wish Yeah, tell me, who controls kings? I don't follow rules, stupid old things I'm flyin' through the city in a coupe with those wings And my team deserves some motherfuckin' Super Bowl rings Young Money [Interlude: Crowd] Wee-zy! Wee-zy! Wee-zy! Wee-zy! [Verse 10: Lil Wayne] I'm so in this bitch, CEO in this bitch Lil Weezy stand tall, tippy-toe in this bitch Blood Gang, motherfucker, da-da-doe in this bitch Make your girl get Barry Mani-low in this bitch In the body of the world, money is the blood And every day, I be back and forward to the blood bank Ugh, makin' deposits 'til I fucking faint New Orleans, nigga: How 'bout them fucking Saints? It's tight on our end, call that "Bubba Franks" Matter-fact, it's too tight—add a couple links I'm the bar’s tender, you a woman drink Yeah, it's Young Money, but the money ain't Gudda tough, 'Nelly nice, Nick' nasty Streets bad, Tyga ill, Drake magic Millz Harlem, Chuck wild, Twist Dallas And Mack Maine rap, sing and manage, ugh! [Outro: Lil Wayne] It's Young Mula, baby!6

Hip-Hop

Bricksquad

Waka Flocka Flame

[Intro: Waka Flocka Flame] Bow! Lord Dinero Nigga Flocka! (Yuh) Brick— Brick— Brick— Bricksquad! That nigga Lex Luger! [Verse 1: Waka Flocka Flame] I said my necklace (Iced out), my left wrist (Iced out) Waka Flocka Flame, stay out my lane because I'm (Thugged out) Niggas get (Drugged out), you know what my (Clique 'bout) Hit him wit a bottle, stomp his motherfucking (Lights out) Hands on deck, make a nigga pull a tool out Balling this year, I ain't gon' stop until I foul out Wild out, wild out, Gudda Gudda wild out Wild out, wild out, Waka Flocka wild out [Chorus: Waka Flocka Flame] Young Money, Bricksquad Young Money, Bricksquad Young Money, Young Money, Young Money, Bricksquad Young Money, Bricksquad Young Money, Bricksquad Bricksquad, Bricksquad, Bricksquad, Bricksquad Young Money, Bricksquad Young Money, Bricksquad Young Money, Young Money, Young Money, Bricksquad Young Money, Bricksquad Young Money, Bricksquad Bricksquad, Bricksquad, Bricksquad, Bricksquad See Waka Flocka Flame LiveGet tickets as low as $65You might also like[Verse 2: Waka Flocka Flame] Flocka, Waka, Flocka, Waka, yeah Get jumped in the club Gudda, Waka Flocka, hey Gudda, Waka Flocka, hey Gudda, Waka Flocka, hey Gudda, Waka Flocka, hey For the cash, I'll wrap a nigga's ass up Run up in his house Jim Carrey-style, masked up We the new Wu-Tang, the new No Limit The new N.W.A., what's up, Snoop and Dre? Can't forget Eazy-E, ice cubes on my neck Fozzie screaming, "Waka waka", bitch, I got that check I don't need no flex, but I got to ball Money Yao Ming, yes, it's that tall But I'm gutta, gutta, what's up, Gudda Gudda? I got rotten apple blood in my veins I reversed the slave route, it's from up north to down south No more mean mugs at my shows, throwing green love Green flags, green love, su woo to the P's, blood [Chorus: Waka Flocka Flame] Young Money, Bricksquad Young Money, Bricksquad Young Money, Young Money, Young Money, Bricksquad Young Money, Bricksquad Young Money, Bricksquad Bricksquad, Bricksquad, Bricksquad, Bricksquad Young Money, Bricksquad Young Money, Bricksquad Young Money, Young Money, Young Money, Bricksquad Young Money, Bricksquad Young Money, Bricksquad Bricksquad, Bricksquad, Bricksquad, Bricksquad [Verse 3: Gudda Gudda] Young Money, nigga, I'ma rep to the death You can see the YM tatted on my neck All my niggas wild, choppers on deck Stomp a nigga out, demand I respect Me and Waka Flocka got the hand on the Tec And it's cash on delivery, so hand me my check Nigga, I don't talk much, but when I do, bitch, pay me Big money heavyweight, you can ask Baby Birdman schooled me, Wayne told me do me And stack big paper up, no need for loose leaf My rubberband stacks can't fold into knots I decapitate the top with two hoes in the drop I'm counting up the money till my hands get blisters Told my bitch to come help me, we can count it up quicker, nigga Real nigga music, they talking, we do's it Free my nigga Weezy and free my nigga Gucci Young Money [Chorus: Waka Flocka Flame] Bricksquad Young Money, Bricksquad Young Money, Young Money, Young Money, Bricksquad Young Money, Bricksquad Young Money, Bricksquad Bricksquad, Bricksquad, Bricksquad, Bricksquad Young Money, Bricksquad Young Money, Bricksquad Young Money, Young Money, Young Money, Bricksquad Young Money, Bricksquad Young Money, Bricksquad Bricksquad, Bricksquad, Bricksquad, Bricksquad [Outro: Waka Flocka Flame] KY Engineering7

Rap

Old School

2Pac

[Intro: 2Pac] Here we go; we gon' send this one out to the old school All these motherfuckers in the Bronx, and Brooklyn, and Staten Island Queens, and all the motherfuckers that laid it down, the foundation Ya know what I'm sayin'? Nothin' but love for the old school That's who we're gonna do this one for, ya feel me? [Chorus: Grand Puba] "What more could I say? I wouldn't be here today If the old school didn't pave the way" "What more could I say? I wouldn't be here today If the old school didn't pave the way" "What more could I say? I wouldn't be here today If the old school didn't pave the way" "What more could I say? I wouldn't be here today If the old school didn't pave the way" "What more could I say? I wouldn't be here today If the old school didn't pave the way" [Verse 1: 2Pac] I remember Mr. Magic, Flash, Grandmaster Caz LL, Raising Hell, but, that didn't last Eric B. & Rakim was, the shit to me I flip to see a Doug E. Fresh show, with Ricky D And Red Alert was puttin' in work, with Chuck Chill Had my homies on the hill gettin' ill, when shit was real Went out to steal Remember Raw, with Daddy Kane? When De La Soul was puttin' Potholes in the game I can't explain how it was, Whodini Had me puffin' on that buddha gettin' buzzed, 'cause there I was Them block parties in the projects and on my block You diggy don't stop sippin' on that Private Stock Through my speaker Queen Latifah, and MC Lyte Listen to Treach, KRS to get me through the night With T La Rock and Mantronix, to Stetsasonic Remember "Push It" was the bomb shit, nuttin' like the old school You might also like[Chorus: Grand Puba] "What more could I say? I wouldn't be here today If the old school didn't pave the way" "What more could I say? I wouldn't be here today If the old school didn't pave the way" "What more could I say? I wouldn't be here today If the old school didn't pave the way" "What more could I say? I wouldn't be here today If the old school didn't pave the way" "What more could I say? I wouldn't be here today If the old school didn't pave the way" [Verse 2: 2Pac] I had, Shell Toes, and BVD's A killer crease inside my Lee's when I hit the streets I'm playin' skelly, Ringolevio, or catch a kiss Before the homies in my hood learned to smack a bitch I remember way back, the weak weed they had Too many seeds in the trey bag I'm on the train headin' uptown, freestyling With some wild kids from Bucktown, profilin' 'Cause the hoochies was starin', thinkin' "what them niggas wearin'?" I'm wonderin' if that's her hair, I remember Stickball, humpin' hoochies on the wall Or takin' leaks on the steps, stinkin' up the hall Through my childhood, wild as a juvenile A young nigga tryna stay away from Rikers Isle Me and my homies breakin' nights, tryna keep it true Out on the roof sippin' 90 proof, ain't nuttin' like the old school [Chorus: Grand Puba] "What more could I say? I wouldn't be here today If the old school didn't pave the way" "What more could I say? I wouldn't be here today If the old school didn't pave the way" "What more could I say? I wouldn't be here today If the old school didn't pave the way" "What more could I say? I wouldn't be here today If the old school didn't pave the way" "What more could I say? I wouldn't be here today If the old school didn't pave the way" [Verse 3: 2Pac] Remember poppin' and lockin' to Kurtis Blow, the name belts And Scott LaRock the Super Ho back in Latin Quarter When Slick Rick was spittin' La Di Da Di Gamin' the hoochies at the neighborhood block parties I remember, breakdancin' to Melle Mel Jekyll and Hyde, LL when he Rocks the Bells Forget the TV, I'd rather hit the streets and do graffiti Be careful don't let the transit cops see me It ain't nuttin' like the old school! [Chorus: Grand Puba] "What more could I say? I wouldn't be here today If the old school didn't pave the way" "What more could I say? I wouldn't be here today If the old school didn't pave the way" "What more could I say? I wouldn't be here today If the old school didn't pave the way" "What more could I say? I wouldn't be here today If the old school didn't pave the way" "What more could I say? I wouldn't be here today If the old school didn't pave the way" [Outro: 2Pac] Haha, on the real though Remember seein' Brooklyn go crazy up in the motherfuckin' party? Remember motherfuckers used to go, "Is Brooklyn in the house?" And motherfuckers would lose they goddamn mind! That's the old school to me; that's what I'm sayin' (Super, Sperm) I remember goin' places that motherfuckers was scared to say They was from anywhere but Brooklyn; that shit was the bomb Back in the motherfuckin' old school nigga Remember skelly, nigga? Knockin' niggas out the box, poppin' boxes?(My Adidas) Remember stickball? Member niggas to run that shit like that? Remember the block-- 'Member screamin' up at your moms from the window? (LL Cool J is hard as Hell...) The ice cream truck, remember all the mother-- 'Member the Italian Ices, yo? Yo, remember the Italian Ices?! The Spanish Niggas comin' down with the coconut ices and shit? I came through the door, said it before That was the shit!32

Gangsta Rap

Housewife

Dr. Dre

[Chorus: Kurupt] Now this, this is one of them occasions Where the homies not doin' it right I mean he found him a ho that he like But you can't make a ho a housewife And when it all boils down you gonna find in the end A bitch is a bitch, but a Dogg is a man's best friend So what? You found you a ho that you like But you can't make a ho a housewife (Wife) [Verse 1: Dr. Dre] I mostly sold dick while I packed a gold clip Worked my money-maker, she got paper, she 'bout to trip (Where the fuck is my money?) I cannot G guilty You pimpin' strong, but comin' home to sheets that be filthy She on the dillzy, I take advantage All up in them panties, I got this bitch speakin' Spanish I'm mannish, get yo' nails out my back Slut, I'm 'bout to nut and get up, go scrub yo' cat (Get the fuck out of here) Learn the player rules, this is how a player do Might not be a freak, but she got on the choosin' shoes Dollar signs are folded, I can't control it Tryin' to leave her, beeper just exploded She sweatin' me, won't let me, broad turned fraud Now she on this dick, huh, got her turnin' tricks, huh Man, it's a trip, I don't trip, I'm in yo' Lexus flexin' I left her up in Dallas, Texas, ass naked You might also like[Chorus] Now this, this is one of them occasions Where the homies not doin' it right I mean he found him a ho that he like But you can't make a ho a housewife And when it all boils down you gonna find in the end A bitch is a bitch, but a Dogg is a man's best friend So what? You found you a ho that you like But you can't make a ho a housewife (Wife) [Verse 2: Hittman] Naw, "ho" ain't short for honey, almost had to wail her like Bunny Tellin' tales of bein' pregnant, catchin' Nordstrom sales with abortion money I spotted her, seen her with my nigga when I shot at her Now we got beef, he caught up in the ho's erotica Exotic, she's psychotic, rockin' his Nautica Soon he'll need antibiotics (Sucka bitch) Name a sexual disease, she got it like Sam Goody You be like, "Damn, how could she hit me off with chlamydia?" Fool, I pity ya We live in the city of ballers With more bounce and in a Zapp, she will doo wa ditty ya The prettier the grittier, the wittier can get her To the Hotel, Niko, on some Sauve shit like Rico That's when I caught a Vision like Coleco A high-post ho, a perfect way for me to keep dough Huh, have her sellin' ass on Bronson Ave and Pico [Verse 3: Kurupt] At the hotel, motel, or the Holiday Inn (Say what, nigga?) I said if that bitch keep fuckin' up (Beotch) then we'll fuck her friends I said I dip, dive, what can I say? Niggas need to stop fuckin' with O.J Some niggas bang Blood, some niggas bang Crip And bitches ain't shit but hoes and tricks I had a dream of hoes, I had to screen my hoes I seen my hoes in all kinds of clothes Lil' Almond Joy, I truly enjoy If you blew my balls right through my drawers Come back to the mansion, chill at the spot From the way she was blowin', I know she does it a lot I have a eight-and-a-half, nine-and-three-quarters The ho started callin' when I started boss ballin' Gimme some head, gimme some ass (Uh-huh) Gimme some cash, pass it to Daz Pass it to Snoop, or pass it to Nate See hoes eat dick like eggs and steak It ain't shit new, I thought you knew (What?) I knew you would, you wish you could Break a G down, break me down But I'ma see you on the rebound (What what?), D.P. style [Chorus] Now this, this is one of them occasions Where the homies not doin' it right I mean he found him a ho that he like But you can't make a ho a housewife And when it all boils down you gonna find in the end A bitch is a bitch, but a Dogg is a man's best friend So what? You found you a ho that you like But you can't make a ho a housewife (Wife) [Outro] Half-dead Lil' Half-dead the one who jumped out to see ol' Snoop Dogg on lookout boys He's going to be more than half dead if he don't fill my motherfucking drink up I'll fill your motherfucking mouth up Hahahahaha I don't think so13

Hip-HopRap

Bin Laden

Three 6 Mafia

[Juicy J Intro] Man.... Hey nigga, check this shit out: We was up in Chicago, right? With my nigga Big Hemp, y'knowwhatI'msayin? Man, the nigga pass me a blunt, man, like "Smoke this shit, nigga! This some of that Bin Laden Weed! Y'all don't know nothing bout this shit down south!" I was all like: "What? What the fuck is Bin Laden Weed?" The man said: "The shit's like three different kinds of weed, man, grown all together." He said that shit some straight killer. Them Chicago niggas, man, they named that shit "Bin Laden Weed," man, some straight fire! [Hook 4x's] Who got that hydro Who got that light green Who got that Bobby Brown Who got Bin Laden weed [Verse 1: DJ Paul] I swear sometimes I got to get high to hang around my ho Sometimes I feel like I got to get high to hang round niggas I know I sped it up on WEED, I slowed it down on SNOW Cause I seen so many niggas fall off that blow One day they got it all, the next ain't shit to show So off that yayo my nasal I had to cut that ho But now I'm feeling happy I'm on that Binny Bin Laden And niggas is actin' like they don't know what the fuck just happened My vision getting blurry, I'm 'bout to fall asleep Or am I dying if I OD cause this some potent weed My life start flashing like holograms like right in front Of my own face I never felt this way off one blunt I see my son gaining life and my dad losing his And old girlfriends and niggas I shouldn't have hung with The picture starting to fade, it's getting hard to breathe I'm blacking out with no post up under my shirt and sleeve See Three 6 Mafia LiveGet tickets as low as $62You might also like[Hook 4x's] [Verse 2: Juicy J] Well since I'm on Bin Laden let me tell you a story Bout these three pussy rappers who couldn't do nothing for me Gave 'em whole lot of cheese and said I fucked 'em and shit Smoked a whole lot of weed so they seem to forget Who bought them drugs, and them cars, put your bitches in homes Who told yo ass to take a bath until you thought you was grown Mane I tell you he a killer when we talk on the phone When you see him face to face he'll leave you alone That's why I'm smoking on this fucking Bin Laden All my niggas in the hood they got it Take one little puff you a addict Take a gun to the head means tragic Boy I tell you like this we can smoke it anywhere In front of police station with a six pack of beer Seven A.M. in the morning just watching people stare Let 'em point them damn fingers say they wild over there [Hook 4x's] [Verse 3: Lord Infamous] Ey ey it's glowing like its indigo, I smell it through the bag I'm floating like a magic carpet straight from Baghdad From my brains, from my blood, from my lungs, from the Dutches Can't just let pure simply just escape from my a clutches Cause it's the substance I'm loving, I'm buzzing Smoking like an oven, huffing and puffing This ain't Indonesia, Colombian or Cali man It's a bio-weapon, straight from the Taliban [Verse 4: Crunchy black] Do you remember me from smoking good weed Break it down roll it up give me indonese Do you remember me from no sticks no seeds Or you remember me from putting you on this Laden weed Get yo funds together and come go and see I'm gone take you on the strip where Bin Laden be This one blunt action you'll have to smoke and see Have you choking, falling out with your family [Hook 4x's]1

Hip-HopRap

Mirrors

Wale

[Verse 1: Wale] Mmm-mirror tell me I'm the realest Its all gun bustin, its such a lack of the subject C-could I be that nigga rejuvinatin l-lovers Ddd-did I stutter the missing piece of the puzzle Feel like the only rapper that look at you with no trouble Its easy on TV make them believe what they be seeing M-Mirrors never lie so they keep eyes up on they re-runs For fear of what you show them, reality is golden Real recognize real, you need some ID to be noticed though One of the coldest to mix pro-tools with your vocals What the fans can't see that mm-mirror gon notice back [Hook: Wale & Bun B] Mirror mirror on the wall, who the realest of them all They ain't hard, swear to God. These niggas ain't real at all Mirror mirror on the wall, Is it right, is it wrong It ain't hard, swear to God, these niggas ain't real at all Mirror mirror on the wall, who the realest of them all They ain't hard, swear to God, these niggas ain't real at all Mirror mirror on the wall, Is it right, is it wrong It ain't hard, swear to God. These niggas ain't real at all [Verse 2: Bun B] Say there Mr. Mirror, put yourself up to yourself and then Just take a look at the reflection thats reflectin' in Your own physical, superficial not spiritual All the possessions you possess, and they can't keep your spirit full You need to hear it fool, but you dont want to listen cuz You so f-full of your-s-self that you just sit and judge You point 'em out, and call 'em up, and then s-sit 'em down Then you put fertilizer, lyin, spread the shit around But if you took a second Mr. Mirror, you would see That you just mad at you, man, you ain't really mad at me You took the hatred of yourself and just project it out No disrespect, you can't respect yourself then just get out For real, you need to go away just like the rain song Cuz you f-frontin and f-fakin its just plain wrong So Mr. Mirror, man I'm just gon' keep it G If you can't look up at yourself How the fuck you lookin at me, mane See Wale LiveGet tickets as low as $128You might also like[Hook: Bun B & Wale] Mirror mirror on the wall, who the realest of them all That ain't hard, swear to God, these niggas ain't real at all Mirror mirror on the wall, Is it right, is it wrong' It ain't hard, swear to God. These niggas ain't real at all Mirror mirror on the wall, who the realest of them all That ain't hard, swear to God, these niggas ain't real at all Mirror mirror on the wall, Is it right, is it wrong' It ain't hard, swear to God. These niggas ain't real at all [Verse 3: Wale] Mmm-mirror, tt-tell me she the realest I met her in the club and she wouldn't let me in it S-seen her in a video, seen her in a magazine See me I ain't frontin', we ain't see them titties last week So far you nasty, ff-fuck you call that I call that insecure, sh-sh-shawty think she all that Ff-fuck outta here, thats how they gettin gas '09 Gold Diggers, walkin with a different path Find a dummy, wrap him up, let him fuck, suck him up Gettin good graces, take his money, aa-another one No longer (Caffera'), Surgery and maskera Looking at your money But c-can't look up in that mirror Fearin what it show you, reality is gold Real recognize real, real women dont know you One of the coldest, the gracing on that pole What them tippers don't see I bet that mirror gon show you [Hook: Wale] Mirror mirror on the wall, who's the realest of them all That ain't hard, swear to God, these niggas ain't real at all Mirror mirror on the wall, Is it right, is it wrong' It ain't hard, swear to God. These niggas ain't real at all Mirror mirror on the wall, who's the realest of them all That ain't hard, swear to God, these niggas ain't real at all Mirror mirror on the wall, Is it right, is it wrong' It ain't hard, swear to God. These niggas ain't real at all3

Hip-Hop

My Sweetie

Wale

[Wale:] I needed to feel like you know... when your mother used to take you to the African parties [Hook] You're my sweetie, My sugar, My lady, my lover (this is for so the girls in nigeria) My honey let me hold you (you know what it is, let me love you, forever) [[Verse 1:] Well, maybe not forever She in withdrawal when we not together Best foot forward, holla at your boy And I can get em all without lots of effort Take her home, and we can get it on Make my jollof with lots of pepper God has blessed her, prada dresser Mix my guiness with a Dr. Pepper Im so Naija, she so Igbo She so sweet, shortie feed my ego Me bold dude, Bola dipo olu Whole crew, roll through, got more green than whole foods African queen got what you need Said my name wale, Ba wo ni [Hook:] You're my sweetie, My sugar, My lady, my lover, so honey let me hold you, let me love you, forever See Wale LiveGet tickets as low as $128You might also like[Verse 2:] Who said I don't rep, I am naija all day When I meet your mom I still du ba le I am Wale, Olubo We be in the party like we own that bar No regard when I'm going at abroad And I go up in a party like im going abroad Understand that's fly, damn super fly guy land in Du Bai Yall can't get it, I make yall get it Hate estate and my iPod wit it Money on the floor, throw it on a broad This is not balling, but this is our culture You is not hip then I can not coach her If its not couture, I will not go to her If its not k'naan, I will not co-tour To much cognac wheres my chauffeur [Hook:] You're my sweetie, My sugar, My lady, my lover, so honey let me hold you, let me love you, forever Money on the floor, spray it spray it Said theres Money on the floor, spray it spray it Said theres Money on the floor, spray it spray it Said theres Money on the floor, spray it spray it Said theres Money on the floor, spray it spray it Said theres Money on the floor, spray it spray it Said theres Money on the floor, spray it spray it Said theres Money on the floor, spray it spray it [Verse 3] Ha Here nigga on the road When they here today what you say to them Audible I got buku broad You are not hard you are fufu soft We don't do more sales or croupon We buy out stores till its all too gone Don't go to far Alot of niggas fake who go to hard But there is money on the floor spray it spray it Everybody wasted faded, faded Henny in my cup don't need no chase Don't know her name so I am just going to change it [Hook:] You're my sweetie, My sugar, My lady, my lover, so honey let me hold you, let me love you, forever

Hip-Hop

World Tour

Wale

[Verse 1: Wale] Mama ain't raise no fool, true But me and my brother never made it out school She prayed on me passing that bar Its way different ma you see em passin' out bars The definition of a jetsetter I'm Hip-Hop still livin' like a Goodfella' Castle and crooks sweater And the queen never trip she drive away faster than you look nigga Have you seen Ibiza with Beaches that look like Eva with D cups Or a beach like an HBO Feature at night, a quarter-pound of sand in my un-released nikes Bitch say im hot smoking on by the night nigga you ain't know about The life When shit gets heavier than Norbit's wife we still gotta Spit some enourmous ryhmes Niggas more than like, its more than likely when you return home you ignored by the gorgeous wife And she Feel slighted and you dont want to fight with her cuz' you tired But Now it's back to the lab 45 messages right after you land Feet feel Swollen you gone off the Xanax and risking your life with the mic in your hand [Hook: Wale and Jazmine Sullivan] We on a world tour, Wale your man Hustlin' in each and every ghetto with a mic in my hand New York, VA, DC, get paid We on a world tour, Wale your man Hustlin' in each and every ghetto with a mic in my hand London, Tokyo, we gon' take you all around the globe Sing it to em' shorty Its like La da da da da da, dada da da dada da da Dada da da dada da da, dada da da dada da da Its like La da da da da da, dada da da dada da da Dada da da dada da da, dada da da dada da da See Wale LiveGet tickets as low as $128You might also like[Verse 2: Wale] See Dre did Scotland and everybody jocked him I did Scotland and got no props for it Nah, that just fucked up my J's which fucked up my day, rocked wellies on stage Freezing my willie off, no hotel, I'm back on the plane while they was like go "whale" I'm so well ahead of them I'm unpaved, I did justice to Justice mon frere One thing that you niggas must acknowledge, I leave beats like the pants on Scottish: Kilt It's how it's dealt, I've been over more water then than Michael Phelps It's harder when you by yourself, my nigga Bun B couldn't help My nigga Rhyme Fest never think about self cause he think about wealth like Finch do MILF's on American Pie It's hard to have American pride when most of your money's made out of them lies The other half is out of them lines, they wanna make a nigga like "Ah fuck" Rewinding so much that his arm hurt, relying so much that it's over paid em' and they hate em' but they wrong for it D.C. no hooges im on first [Hook: Wale] We on a world tour, Wale your man Hustlin' in each and every ghetto with a mic in my hand New York, VA, DC, get paid We on a world tour, Wale your man Hustlin' in each and every ghetto with a mic in my hand London, Tokyo, we gon' take you all around the globe Sing it to em' shorty [Chorus: Jazmine Sullivan] You know that when We give it, we give it hard No half steppin' baby This is who we are Every word, every word Written from the heart Wrote, wrote, wrote Broken from my heart To get with it, get with it Let me see your hands If you with us We on a world tour boogie tomorrow We're praying then can give it to me, pray in the bar [Hook: Wale] We on a world tour, Wale your man Hustlin' in each and every ghetto with a mic in my hand New York, VA, DC, get paid We on a world tour, Wale your man Hustlin' in each and every ghetto with a mic in my hand London, Tokyo, we gon' take you all around the globe Sing it to em' shorty [Outro: Jazmine Sullivan] It's like ta ladada data Dadada tadadadata Dadada tadadadata Dadada tadadadata

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Contemplate

Wale

[Verse 1: Wale] Dear sweetheart, what's up, boo? What you up to? More club moves? I call her, no answer Her phone in the bag, she dancin' It's four now, the clubs over I call her, but oh, hold up Y'all know what, ignore button Or the phone die, let's hope for it That Damier bag I bought her Caught the attention of those niggas on it That cell phone that I bought Is probably filled with some other niggas numbers So it leaves me to wonder Why do I still promise to love her? Cut me off every time I'm talkin' Which means she ain't never hear nothing I say stay, she wanna leave She get her point across so I gotta let her be I'ma let her be by herself in peace But five years from now I bet she see When the club gets played The things you crave are no longer escapes And no longing for dates You want a husband, but no one has a cape Now you wonder and wait And I ain't tryin' to hear what you want me to say It feels good to be over you, babe So play this shit while you contemplate Contemplate, contemplate Play this shit while you contemplate Play this shit while you contemplate See Wale LiveGet tickets as low as $128You might also like[Chorus: Rihanna] Who am I living for, is this my limit Can I endure some more Chances are giving, question existing Who am I living for, is this my limit Can I endure some more Chances are giving, question existing [Verse 2: Wale] Them people, they talkin' Them lights, they on me This life I chose, but I ain't know 'til I found it To be honest, I'm modest One hater for every nigga on it One day everybody is applaudin' The next day you is everybody target Why bother, why talk to 'em Where God at, I need to call Him My knees on the ground, dear Father Don't let me break, please make me stronger How much longer will it linger Well my heart is giving, will they believe it When my song is over will they need me Watch how quickly they find a new leader Questioning the whole meaning In the Viper Room, just me and River Phoenix With Courtney Love in Lake Washington With a note there and I'm thinking of reading This ain't hard, Chris Benoit Heath Ledger said the nights gon' be dark Feel the size of a Phyllis Hyman note Apollo Theater I just might not go Franky Lymon, the limelight gets old Cold so in a while I'm schizo I can't cope, I can't think; I can't breathe, this ain't me This ain't easy, I'm thinking; am I doing this for them or me I can't think, am I doing this for them or me [Chorus: Rihanna] Who am I living for, is this my limit Can I endure some more Chances are giving, question existing Who am I living for, is this my limit Can I endure some more Chances are giving, question existing4

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Diary

Wale

[Intro] If I told you I wanted to talk to you You know, you think I'm tryna holla at you And maybe I am but You wouldn't hear me out anyway's would you? [Verse 1: Wale] Rather lose love than to move on never knowing what it feel like Short days, long nights By the phone, no call Need a clear mind cause I been blind, got me goin' down that road Heart made of stone Far away from home Black woman you cold Every problem that you ever had with another man I gotta face Started off on thin ice I'm still here but I can't skate Slow sink, can't breathe, no remorse, don't think Listen to your friend get another man for a minute then repeat Queen, you deserve the title but she rejects what I give, while she nurse the wounds by them Tried them didn't work Got impossible standards Nothing I'ma do is gon work Diary of a black girl [Chorus: Marsha Ambrosius] I wonder why, I sit and cry Wish I could shed all these tears Im down and out I'll keep on moving and tryna get out I don't know how to move on Where I went wrong I wish I could live with no fear So down and out I'll keep it moving and tryna get out Somehow See Wale LiveGet tickets as low as $128You might also like[Verse 2: Wale] Raised by a momma who, who Hates her baby father so, so She don't have a problem with, with Saying fuck a nigga quick, quick I'm just tryna be the one who never run, but you run away from me Your girlfriend's man cheat, cheat Why not me the same thing She can't see in me, what I see in her This pain she inherit can't be reversed I can't even stay living in the shade of all the motherfuckers that played ya The irony in that is that I ain't even that, but you put it those pages Wife, you deserve the label but, but you been hurt before so you sore and don't feel your able Tried them didn't work, got impossible standards, nothing I ever do works Diary of a black girl [Chorus: Marsha Ambrosius] I wonder why, I sit and cry Wish I could shed all these tears Im down and out I'll keep on moving and tryna get out I don't know how to move on Where I went wrong I wish I could live with no fear So down and out I'll keep it moving and tryna get out Somehow [Verse 3: Wale] See all I ever wanna do is be relevant Just tell me that I ever meant anything Or that you could ever see me and you in another light But it's like the dark women endures the darkest nights by the wrong man And see mostly all of them have made you somewhat incapable of a first impression What I do is I channel my aggression with no cable or antenna Just intentions to impress you, if capable Hoping that the material possessions can materialize to a better you Cars, nothing I drive can drive you out of this frame of mind With such an ugly picture in it and Money, nothing I buy can buy me more time for your ears to tell your heart to listen to it Diamonds, a girl's best friend is what they say, but believe me with the right allegiance shorty you gon shine anyways And every day that goes by is a couple more lines in her diary The day before is better than the present So anyone presented in her presence endures these life sentences No key for release No reason to be around Her minds in the clouds She writes it all down In her diary [Chorus: Marsha Ambrosius] I wonder why, I sit and cry Wish I could shed all these tears Im down and out I'll keep on moving and tryna get out I don't know how to move on Where I went wrong I wish I could live with no fear So down and out I'll keep it moving and tryna get out Somehow13

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Mama Told Me

Wale

[Chorus] Mama told me it'd be days like this But I ain't never ever think it'd be a day like this (naw) Not now not ever And now until forever you will never need another (nigga) Mama told me it'd be days like this But I ain't never ever think it'd be a day like this (naw) Not now not ever And now until forever you will never need another (nigga) [Verse 1] Sorry hip hop, it took me so long to get on But so long that I'm on it, it's on I'm rappin' for the scholars and the hustlers, meanwhile Showin' mama I ain't dropped out for nothin' I swear these dolla's gon' add up And I ain't shallow, material things suppress bad luck That's why I shine like I does It's pain in my eyes but these Yves Saints blind you to look Binded between, carryin' the flag for an area that drag Whoever tried to gravitate G told me it's a city full of crabs I'm feelin' like a platter at Phillip's when I rap As much as I wanted to be minisculed the fact is They'd only be happy with a minstrel actor Sorry Mr. Charlie won't chap dance And fuck the radio for tellin' me to snap jam I'm just expectin' the spectator's respect here My net is from jet setters to cab fares Hip-hop's unbalances got out of hand Ain't have to see-saw, I'm already scared I been called the heir apparent to guide us Not DC, this whole fuckin' genre And I ain't in it for them O's or them comma's But more or less the hope for dope niggas to prosper Yessir See Wale LiveGet tickets as low as $128You might also like[Chorus] Mama told me it'd be days like this But I ain't never ever think it'd be a day like this (naw) Not now not ever And now until forever you will never need another (nigga) Mama told me it'd be days like this But I ain't never ever think it'd be a day like this (naw) Not now not ever And now until forever you will never need another (nigga) [Verse 2] The future is now I lead on record's dedicaton for makin' better music is now Dope niggas locked out 4 year rap drought It's rainin' now somehow the fugitive's out I would invest in a poncho Cause I ain't finna punch out like Glass Joe (Naw!) Ima go until my arm's sore Fuck it! I go until my 40 millionth encore Hip-hop's dead yeah that's what Nas said to me I guess us hip-hop heads are celery We vegetables, on them record labels Who's next to release? We guillotine them Niggas braggin' but everybody stagnant Everybody broke except the nigga on the track (Shit!) And mama why you throw away my drums? A hundred for a deal they made a hundred on the song Nigga I'm a hundred miles far I'm feelin' Chris Childs, you lookin' like Kobe Bryant jaw It's lonely at the top so I waited, but ain't nobody take it Now I'm playin' solitaire patient Crucifix pieces, necklace with Jesus See me as blasphemous for I don't need them God give me strength, Allah give me patience I am only a man and I don't know what to think [Chorus] Mama told me it'd be days like this But I ain't never ever think it'd be a day like this (naw) Not now not ever And now until forever you will never need another (nigga) Mama told me it'd be days like this But I ain't never ever think it'd be a day like this (naw) Not now not ever And now until forever you will never need another (nigga)4

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Christmas in Harlem (G.O.O.D. Fridays Version)

Kanye West

[Produced by Hit-Boy] [Chorus: Teyana Taylor] Christmas in Harlem Right after autumn falls Soakin' it all in Then we go hit the mall Even though we ain't ballin' Feels like we bought it all The mistletoe's right here Come give a kiss to Santa Claus [Verse 1: Kanye West] Merry Christmas to all, and all a good night Huh, now we all livin' the good life Yeah, though it's forty below the wind chill And we wipin' snow up off the windshield It's still wonderful night to be alive, baby And I'm so happy I'm with my baby And we a little late with the Christmas gifts Rushin' for the mall, don't trip, you know I drive crazy The streets lit up, it feel like Christmas officially Told her that "You the star at the top of my Christmas tree" My only question is, "Where my presents?" She said, "Shhh," she got a gift for me that ain't for the kids to see Well, I like the way you think, mami Now pour some more eggnog in your drink, mami You've been a bad girl, give Santa three kisses Gave her the hot chocolate, she said, "It's Dee-ricious" Hahahaha, yeah You might also like[Chorus: Teyana Taylor & Kanye West] Christmas in Harlem Right after autumn falls (Uh, uh) Soakin' it all in Then we go hit the mall (I'm like Bad Santa though) Even though we ain't ballin' (Somebody sit on my lap) Feels like we bought it all The mistletoe's right here Come give a kiss to Santa Claus [Verse 2: Vado] Merry Xmas, Santa Claus cherry X6 They ain't hear my rain, dear, make it snow on the next chick (Yes) Got enough toys, wonderin' what's my next pick Before my exit, it get diamond Rolex reckless (Huh) Big bags, got everything on the checklist Necklace, baguette wrist (Uh-huh) Pockets fat, they precious (Uh-huh) Give Ma a peck kiss, look and tell her she precious (Mwah) Lightin' up the sour, this tree give me the best gifts (Vado) [Verse 3: Jim Jones] And I remember when I couldn't play Santa Claus (Uh) No reindeers, just horses and a Panamera Porsche (Vroom-vroom) We on two fifth shoppin', what the damage cost? (At most?) I got your fam while you biddin' in the can up north (I got you) Whoops, I'm at Neimans, I hope they still got em (Word) You want the thigh-high spikes with the red bottoms (Size 37) Err, let's make a toast 'cause Christ is born We gon' party all night 'til the lights come on (Amen) [Chorus: Teyana Taylor] Christmas in Harlem Right after autumn falls Soakin' it all in Then we go hit the mall Even though we ain't ballin' Feels like we bought it all The mistletoe's right here Come give a kiss to Santa Claus [Verse 4: Cyhi the Prynce] Yeah, Mom and Dad, I won't be home for the holidays Ha, I'm over 800 miles away In the city that's so pretty Where the hustlers dash through the snow without a sleigh Tell my family that I'm sorry that I gotta stay I'm with Ye at the Macy Day Parade Lettin' the snow fall on my aviator shades Even though I'm in New York, I'm still reppin' for the A Cyhi! [Chorus: Teyana Taylor & Pusha T] Christmas in Harlem Right after autumn falls Soakin' it all in Then we go hit the mall Even though we ain't ballin' Feels like we bought it all (Yes, it's G.O.O.D. Music, y'all) The mistletoe's right here (Check it, uh, uh) Come give a kiss to Santa Claus [Verse 5: Pusha T] On the stoop of that Brownstone, shovellin' the brownstone Santa's on a diet, gotta get the pounds gone Downtown got me feelin' like it's Dow Jones But uptown got me feelin' like its down home Snow like sugar hill, chains on wheels We turn our two doors into snowmobiles We got our own style, no Soho feel Put on your play clothes, how that logo feel? [Verse 6: Big Sean] Oh, pose for them photo stills You don't wanna miss a moment, where's your NoDoz pills? I caught her lookin' at my Rollie as my mojo spills Snowflakey on the bezel, hope you know those real Okay, my white girl Veronica, black girl Monica Got me celebrating ChristmaHanuKwanzaakah Rock-rock-rock-rock-rock-rock-rockin' dashikis with a yarmulke Where the Christmas tree at? Let's design it up [Chorus: Teyana Taylor] Christmas in Harlem Right after autumn falls Soakin' it all in Then we go hit the mall Even though we ain't ballin' Feels like we bought it all The mistletoe's right here Come give a kiss to Santa Claus [Verse 7: Cam'ron] Uh, Lenox Ave to Saint Nick, never seen Saint Nick (Nah) Just niggas sellin' the same nicks, the same bricks (What up, y'all?) Same hustlers running' up to Broadway That's where the snow's at, taste it, foreplay No turkey or greens, just Jimbo's (Jimbo's) Christmas lights in project windows (Yes) Shouts to the coldest on my barometer Berkman, Shapiro, Kalina, Hanukkah (My lawyers) [Verse 8: Teyana Taylor & Musiq Soulchild] All the flashin' lights up on a tree The house lit up nice With your family is where you wanna be Here on Christmas night When you wake up and you see the gifts Don't that make you feel good? So since we all snowed in in Harlem Let's have Christmas in the hood [Verse 9: Teyana Taylor] All of the flashin' lights Yeah, them things shine so bright Always for you and me Baby, you're Christmas Eve If you like what you see Won't you come sit on my knee? And tell me everything that you want 'Cause, baby, I'm your Santa Claus, yeah [Chorus: Teyana Taylor] Christmas in Harlem Right after autumn falls Soakin' it all in Then we go hit the mall Even though we ain't ballin' Feels like we bought it all The mistletoe's right here Come give a kiss to Santa Claus52

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Outerspace Flow

Soulja Boy

[Verse 1: Soulja Boy] My diamonds are casted Rims wrapped in plastic I'm in outerspace Chillin with the Jetsons My flow is perfected My goons over-protective Smoking presidential My weed is elected I am well-respected I am well-connected I am in the hood In the hood nigga section You girl is my food I had her for breakfast And after we sexed man I left that bitch breathless This is not school So please do not test this My flow is illegal My vocals arrested You don't want beef You must know the police Your girl sucked on my dick And it felt like she had no teeth Soulja Boy Tell Em' Yeah I am a beast man In hip-hop I go ham Now let's have a feast man I am a dog A dog off the leash man If you feel like a frog Than go ahead and leap man I'm on my green shit My football field team shit You're on your wack shit That you have no swag shit I might fuck your girl Or I might just fuck that bitch Or that bitch, or that bitch, or that bitch, or that bitch After I fuck make her make me a sandwich I am so random Girls think that's handsome Haters hate mad throwimg temperature tantrums Soulja Boy killed them Fucked them Downed them See Soulja Boy LiveGet tickets as low as $54You might also like[Verse 2: Arab] Arab! Call me Arab but I'm not pakistani Sprunt to your granny Cause that ho cand stand me I am the man That's why I demand money Hop on the track so fast Call me Arab Bunny Scratch that Arab Money Laughin, Arab Stutin In you hors face and I keep on cuming Song after song I continue to be bumping I'm right and your wrong You continue to be nothing I got bars, I got cars I got hors I'm a star I got mars on my side The aliens are down to ride It took me two nights to do What I did tonight I'm so high Why the fuck do I catch a Flight? You're girls leaking problem Just got handled by the pipe Me and you are the same, really, sike! Bitch I go harder than a Train on full throttle Followed by Godzilla Followed by you and salt Rockets My money so fire Give you real hot pockets Tryna hate on S.O.D Aw bitch stop it! My watch still tocking Saying that it is my time The crowd rocking Arab, they screaming It took a lot of grinding So you better keep on Dreaming Or better start thinking Of a master plan I throw away the cats And I collect all the cash Of course I am gorgeous I collect all the facts [Verse 3: Lil Playboii] I pull up in Lamborghini's Stuntin through your city You can never see me 'Less your looking through a TV The cheese like I'm Mickey The brain like I'm Pinky Lil mama going ham on my Dick like bigly wigly Her boyfriend want to be me Cause I'm the one she cheat With Thinking she a virgin But I fuck her evry weekend My fuck is on them cheeses American to Swedish I dare you talk shit Before your The pound on that green tip From A-town to D-Sip I stay on the hustle like T.I So free Tip Free world, free pimp Take off, my brim Moment of Silence for my boy Dolla Bill I' back on this track Like the white chick on Superman Think I'm dong hair The way I'm popping these rubberbands Stackz On Deck standing Taller than a rubberman Swagg Super Clean Like a bathtub bubblebath Fucking with a rat boy Call him ninja turtle man Messing with my money Get jacked up like Urkel's pants Playboii on the beat Call me the murder man Pokemon ice Pikachu Squirtle man Reppin' for the cat like Allison in Wonderland East Atlanta's own Six Decater I put on man [Soulja Boy] Yeah Goddammit!2

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Bittersweet Poetry

Kanye West

[Chorus: John Mayer] Bittersweet You're gonna be the death of me I don't want you, but I need you I love you and hate you at the very same time Bittersweet [Refrain: Kanye West] See, what I want so much should never hurt this bad Never did this before, that's what the virgin says We've been generally warned, that's what the surgeon says God, talk to me now, this is an emergency [Verse 1: Kanye West] And she claims she only with me for the currency You cut me deep, bitch, cut me like surgery And I was too proud to admit that it was hurting me I'd never do that to you, at least purposely We breaking up again, we making up again But we don't love no more, I guess we fucking then Have you ever felt you ever want to kill her? And you mix them emotions with tequila And you mix that with a little bad advice On one of them bad nights, y'all have a bad fight And you talk about her family, her aunts and shit And she say, "Motherfucker, your momma's a bitch" You know, domestic drama and shit, all the attitude I'd never hit a girl, but I'll shake the shit out of you But I'mma be the bigger man, big pimpin' like Jigga man Oh, I guess I figure it's You might also like[Chorus: John Mayer] Bittersweet You're gonna be the death of me I don't want you, but I need you I love you, hate you at the very same time Bittersweet [Refrain: Kanye West] See, what I want so much should never hurt this bad Never did this before, that's what the virgin says We've been generally warned, that's what the surgeon says God, talk to me now, this is an emergency [Verse 2: Kanye West] And my niggas said I shouldn't let it worry me I need to focus on the girls we getting currently But I been thinking and it got me back to sinking And this relationship, it even got me back to drinking Now this Hennessy, uh, it's gonna be the death of me And I always thought that you having my child was our destiny But I can't even vibe with you sexually 'Cause every time that I'd try, you would question me Saying, "You fucking them girls, disrespecting me You don't see how your lies is affecting me? You don't see how our life was supposed to be? And I never let a nigga get that close to me And you ain't cracked up to what you were supposed to be You always gone, you always be where them hoes will be" And this the first time she ever spilled her soul to me [Chorus: John Mayer & Kanye West] Bittersweet (I fucked up and I know it, G) You're gonna be the death of me (I guess it's bittersweet poetry) I don't want you, but I need you I love you and hate you at the very same time Bittersweet You're gonna be the death of me I don't want you, but I need you I love you and hate you at the very same time [Refrain: Kanye West] See, what I want so much should never hurt this bad Never did this before, that's what the virgin says We've been generally warned, that's what the surgeon says God, talk to me now, this is an emergency See, what I want so much should never hurt this bad Never did this before, that's what the virgin says We've been generally warned, that's what the surgeon says God, talk to me now, this is an emergency [Chorus: John Mayer] Bittersweet You're gonna be the death of me I don't want you, but I need you I love you and hate you at the very same time (Bittersweet You're gonna be the death of me I don't want you ...very same time)38

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Catch Me

Nicki Minaj

[Verse 1] Extracurricular Parallel to none, I am perpendicular Hit 'em with the, "Oh, now, that's just ridiculous" We coulda cleared up all these particulars That coulda been the homicide, vehicular You wasn't in no state to speed off You was buggin' out, yeah, you was P'd off We was just chillin' up at the ski loft Thinkin' we was on, you tellin' me we off Your whole vibe changed when you got the phone call That's the effect they call a snowball Next thing you know, I was runnin' down the hall Sayin', "Please come back, I have given my all" I have given my all Funny how you could always make me feel small I have given my all Catch me, catch me, I think I'm gon' fall [Chorus] My mind is made up, I'm waitin' for you I'm waitin' on you, waitin', boy My mind is set, I'm waitin' on you I'm waitin' for you, waitin', boy Could you catch me? Could you catch me? Could you catch me? I am waiting on you to catch me You might also like[Verse 2] You wanted oh-so-bad to prove points But your game always makes me lose points And your game always makes me concur That maybe I shoulda never taken you from her But with all of the aforementioned I am still trapped in your dimension So I will be on the mountain, waiting 'Cause I am in need of more attention Coulda called back just to say somethin' I'ma fall back in the bass drum Please come to destination I'm not doin' well, exclamation You succeeded at your attempts to make me Need you desperately to vindicate me It's funny how you could always make me feel small I have given my all Catch me, catch me, I think I'm gon' fall [Chorus] My mind is made up, I'm waitin' for you I'm waitin' on you, waitin', boy My mind is set, I'm waitin' on you I'm waitin' for you, waitin', boy Could you catch me? Could you catch me? Could you catch me? I am waiting on you to catch me [Bridge] Okay (Oh, oh, oh, oh) Okay (Oh, oh, oh, oh) Okay (Oh, oh, oh, oh) It's, it's whatever you say (Oh, oh, oh, oh) Ayy, ayy (Oh, oh, oh, oh) It's whatever you say (Oh, oh, oh, oh) Ayy, ayy (Oh, oh, oh, oh) I am at your disposal [Chorus] My mind is made up, I'm waitin' for you I'm waitin' on you, waitin', boy My mind is set, I'm waitin' on you I'm waitin' for you, waitin', boy Could you catch me? Could you catch me? Could you catch me? I am waiting on you to catch me5

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Black Steel in the Hour of Chaos

Public Enemy

[Intro] Bass for your face, London! Everybody in the house, make some noise! I want everybody in the house to say, "Ho!" (Ho!) Yo Chuck, kick it to 'em, man! "A ballad behind bars, or you could say real rock from the rock. An unusual musical happening in a most unusual place. The state prison..." "Get in that cell, nigga!" [Verse 1] I got a letter from the government the other day I opened and read it, it said they were suckers They wanted me for their army or whatever Picture me giving a damn, I said never Here is a land that never gave a damn About a brother like me and myself because they never did I wasn't with it, but just that very minute it occurred to me The suckers had authority Cold sweating as I dwell in my cell, how long has it been? They got me sitting in the state pen I gotta get out, but that thought was thought before I contemplated a plan on the cell floor I'm not a fugitive on the run But a brother like me begun to be another one (Word) Public enemy serving time They drew the line, y'all, to criticize me for some crime Nevertheless, they could not understand that I'm a Black man And I could never be a veteran On the strength, the situation's unreal I got a raw deal, so I'm looking for the steel You might also like[Verse 2] They got me rotting in the time that I'm serving Telling you what happened the same time they're throwing Four of us packed in a cell like slaves, oh well The same motherfucker got us living in his hell You have to realize, what is a form of slavery Organized under a swarm of devils Straight up - word 'em up on the level The reasons are several, most of them federal Here is my plan anyway, and I say I got gusto, but only some I can trust, yo Some do a bid from 1 to 10 But I never did, and plus I never been I'm on a tier where no tears should ever fall Cell block and locked, I never clock it, y'all 'Cause time and time again Time, they got me serving to those, to them I'm not a citizen But ever when I catch a C-O Sleeping on the job, my plan is on go-ahead On the strength, I'ma tell you the deal I got nothing to lose 'Cause I'm going for the steel [Verse 3] Don't you know I caught a C-O Falling asleep on death row I grabbed his gun, and he did what I said so And every man's demand got served Along with the time they served, decency was deserved To understand my demands I gave a warning, I wanted the governor, y'all And plus the warden to know That I was innocent because I'm militant Posing a threat, you bet it's fucking up the government My plan said I had to get out and break north Just like Oliver's neck, I had to get off My boys had the feds in check They couldn't try nothing We had a force to instigate a prison riot This what it takes for peace So I just took a piece Black for Black inside time to cut the leash Freedom to get out to the ghetto, no sell out 6 C-Os we got, we ought to put their head out But I'll give 'em a chance, 'cause I'm civilized As for rest of the world, they can't realize A cell is hell, I'm a rebel, so I rebel Between bars, got me thinking like an animal Got a woman C-O to call me a copter She tried to get away, and I popped her Twice, right? Now who wanna get nice? I had 6 C-Os, and now it's 5 to go And I'm serious, call me delirious But I'm still a captive, I gotta wrap this Time to break as time grows intense I got the steel in my right hand, now I'm looking for the fence [Verse 4] As I ventured into the courtyard Followed by 52 brothers, bruised, battered, and scarred but hard Going out with a bang, ready to bang out But power from the sky, from the tower shots rang out A high number of dose, yes, and some came close I figure I trigger my steel, I still stand and hold my post This is what I mean, an anti-nigga machine If I come out alive, then they won't come clean Then I threw up, my steel bullets flew up And to my surprise the water tower blew up, who shot What, who, what, the bazooka was who And to my rescue, it was the S1Ws Secured my getaway, so I just got away The joint broke from the black smoke Then they saw it was rougher than the average bluffer 'Cause the steel was black, the attitude exact Now the chase is on, telling you to c'mon 53 brothers on the run, and we are gone8

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Sex in the rain

Ray J

Yeah (15x) She was a precious lil girl n such a pretty lil girl, now shes grown up to a women n she used to be my lil girl. her daddy don't like men, he barely likes girls, n yeah she always listens to him. thats why shes trapped in both worlds. she goes to church on ever Sunday, but shes a freaky lil girl. n what she does to me on Monday. you wouldn't think she was the pastors lil girl Late night we always do it downstairs in the guest room. n yeah her momma knows everything, uh but wit her pops it ain't cool Sex in the rain (5x) Ooooh yeahh Uhh Ohh Damn girl OH N then in two hours thirty minutes. we bout to reach our record time girl, you know im not finished, I wanna see you cum into my world. I just wanna be the captain, that sail to ya waterfall. get it craccin when I say action.. we about to make a movie for yall Sex in the rain(5x) She said she wanna get wet, so lets sex in the rain. n she say fly high so lets jet to a plain. n this might sound insane but I don't even know her name. by the way that she swang, you can tell she do her thang. graduate with honors cause she got that good brain. speed it up slow it down, cause she like that good pain. if that clouds ain't out you ain't even gotta complain, throw a stack in the air bet that kinda feel the same Sex in the rain (11x) *instrumental..* Sex in the rain (10x)You might also like1

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My People

Webbie

[Hook] In the club fucked up I got my people with me The hottest people in the city and I keep `em When I’m solo I’m cutting up But now my people with me I got my people with me (what) All my people [Hook Repeated] In the club fucked up I got my people with me The hottest people in the city and I keep `em When I’m solo I’m cutting up But now my people with me I got my people with me (what) All my people with me [Verse 1: Webbie] Fall up in the spot, drop us a fucking wine oh Everybody fresh, my people gonna get their shine on Everybody buckin’ ready to get up in some shit Everybody lookin’ I guess they heard we was in this bitch They ain’t know we was comin’ Fuck it we just had popped up My earrings was blingin’ These lights was driving my watch nuts Haters out this motha’ real niggas get down ... Bitches out in this ... They want a picture we snap it up Nigga who is you look like a clown for If you ain’t with my people then people get from around us You know I like to be with the one who put it around us Ain’t gonna lie I kinda got jealous She let my round head That’s one thing about my people We never gonna fuss up over hoes Cuz All I really got is my people and I already know I put my life up for my people cuz that’s just how it goes Nobody better not fuck with my people because these my fuckin’ folks You might also like[Hook] In the club fucked up I got my people with me The hottest people in the city and I keep `em When I’m solo I’m cutting up But now my people with me I got my people with me (what) All my people [Repeated Hook] In the club fucked up I got my people with me The hottest people in the city and I keep `em When I’m solo I’m cutting up But now my people with me I got my people with me (what) All my people with me [Verse 2: Webbie] Well that gorilla be in me so when my people be with me All that gorilla come out me I get to screamin’ and shouting Most of my people in jail but see we ain’t trippin about it Cuz they went in for real reasons all of our people retarded Some of my people be trippin’ but they my people regardless They watch my back when I’m slippin’ that’s why I keep `em around me These my people you probably catch us hangin’ and clownin’ Y’all can’t fuck with my people cuz ain’t no people like ours On that drank with my people been drank that shit by the field On that dank with my people man we done smoked by the zip Pussy nigga look here y’all want no dealings with us We got real killa’s with us my people trill as the fuck You ain’t affiliated with us don’t come chillin’ with us That’s how these niggas out here be dissapearin’ and stuff See that you stay from out of our circle dog I’m serious cuz we gonna flash out and beat all the security up [Hook] In the club fucked up I got my people with me The hottest people in the city and I keep `em When I’m solo I’m cutting up But now my people with me I got my people with me (what) All my people [Hook Repeated] In the club fucked up I got my people with me The hottest people in the city and I keep `em When I’m solo I’m cutting up But now my people with me I got my people with me (what) All my people with me [Verse 3: Webbie] We don’t barely come out so you know when we do (we comin’) We gotta let the whole city know we comin’ through Gotta come with something new and that’s just how it is Fill up the VIP with wheels my people ride big These my people cuz they call the people fuzz Took over the spot last week and should’ve seen how deep we was Love all my people get it cuz all my people give it All the way out there for my nigga these my people listen You really be my nigga man That’s why I talk to him I done take loss for `em and I get off for `em I got partners with choppers I got friends with mac 10’s 100’s you see cuz they been my people since back then My people hiked up my people My people fall gasin’ They trill niggas and If you ain’t come here with us then get back then In the club we packed in and ready to set it off I’m in here with my people And they crazy I’m telling y’all [Hook] In the club fucked up I got my people with me The hottest people in the city and I keep `em When I’m solo I’m cutting up But now my people with me I got my people with me (what) All my people In the club fucked up I got my people with me The hottest people in the city and I keep `em When I’m solo I’m cutting up But now my people with me I got my people with me (what) All my people with me1

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Black and Yellow (G-Mix)

Wiz Khalifa

[Intro: Wiz Khalifa] Yeah, uh-huh, you know what it is Black and yellow, black and yellow Black and yellow, black and yellow Yeah, uh-huh, you know what it is Black and yellow, black and yellow (G-Mix!) Black and yellow, black and yellow [Chorus: Wiz Khalifa] Yeah, uh-huh, you know what it is Everything I do, yeah I do it big Yeah, uh-huh, screamin' that's nothin' When I pulled off the lot: that's stuntin' Reppin' my town when you see me you know everything Black and yellow, black and yellow Black and yellow, black and yellow I put it down from the whip to my diamond, I'm in Black and yellow, black and yellow Black and yellow, black and yellow [Verse 1: Snoop Dogg] Big Snoop Dogg and Wiz Khalifa See on the West Coast I'm the big chiefa The Grim Reaper, maybe that Bring me back, yellow 'Lacs, Steeler logo in the back We bangin' out, that Taylor Gang Dub to your face, baby 'til you say my name Don't get your clique served, so much black and yellow You would think I was from Pittsburgh, in turn, get your'n See Wiz Khalifa LiveGet tickets as low as $81You might also like[Chorus: Wiz Khalifa] Yeah, uh-huh, you know what it is Everything I do, yeah I do it big Yeah, uh-huh, screamin' that's nothin' When I pulled off the lot: that's stuntin' Reppin' my town when you see me you know everything Black and yellow, black and yellow Black and yellow, black and yellow I put it down from the whip to my diamond, I'm in Black and yellow, black and yellow Black and yellow, black and yellow [Verse 2: Juicy J] I'm a bumblebee lit up like a Christmas tree Drinkin' Hennessey Black, I'm from Tennessee Juicy J make the way on my own two Quarter mil' for the Phantom, bitch I own you And they go for e'ry chick that I'm fuckin' with Black and yellow bitches all up on me, yeah I dig In they purse, gotta get that reimburse On them bills and that purple pint of syrup And I stay Louis'd down to the socks Rings and watch, weed and Glock Beans to pop My pants swole with them rubber band knots I'm gettin' old but them rubber bands not, nigga [Chorus: Wiz Khalifa with T-Pain] Yeah, uh-huh, you know what it is Everything I do, yeah I do it big Yeah, uh-huh, screamin' that's nothin' When I pulled off the lot: that's stuntin' Reppin' my town when you see me you know everything Black and yellow, black and yellow Black and yellow, black and yellow I put it down from the whip to my diamond, I'm in Black and yellow, black and yellow Black and yellow, black and yellow [Verse 3: T-Pain] You can catch me in my Lamborghini, black and yellow, black and yellow I can rock it on the beat or (a cappella, a cappella) Uh-uh, sideways in the turning lane (Turning lane, yeah) Fire flame, I be burnin' mane (Burnin' mane, yeah) Teddy Pain 'bout to hurt the game (Game) Took a break for a while, I been learnin' things (Ooh) I learned how to tell a nigga "Fuck you then" Black and yellow, black and yellow, all I do is fuckin' win (Win) I told y'all (Told y'all), and now I'm on You thought it was over (Over), you thought I was gone (Gone) I'm goin' in, you gon' have to let me, have to let me Back from the dead like I'm Makaveli, Makaveli (Boom, ooh-ooh) [Chorus: Wiz Khalifa, T-Pain, Both] Yeah, uh-huh, you know what it is Everything I do, yeah I do it big (Ooh) Yeah, uh-huh, screamin' that's nothin' When I pulled off the lot: that's stuntin' Reppin' my town when you see me you know everything Black and yellow, black and yellow Black and yellow, black and yellow I put it down from the whip to my diamond, I'm in Black and yellow, black and yellow Black and yellow, black and yellow (Yeah) [Verse 4: Wiz Khalifa] Black and yellow, all black and yellow See me now they treatin' me like I'm somebody special Smokin' on that good, know it's me soon as they smell it You could chill, I'm the one who get it, not the one who sellin' All grind every day (Day), I'm ballin', I can't help it Niggas on that bullshit, my pockets full of Celtics And them niggas hatin' on us, get our best wishes In the club you ain't even on the guest list, bitch Sound like you need to get your weight up Go to sleep rich and count another million when I wake up Um, they wonderin' how I do my thing Two words,Taylor Gang Remix, G-shit (G-Shit) This champagne's poured, nigga the weed's lit (Weed's lit) Lil mama's clothes fallin' like the leaves in the fall (Fall) Ain't worried 'bout your friends so bring 'em all (Ha-ha) [Chorus: Wiz Khalifa with T-Pain] Yeah, uh-huh, you know what it is Everything I do, yeah I do it big Yeah, uh-huh, screamin' that's nothin' When I pulled off the lot: that's stuntin' Reppin' my town when you see me you know everything Black and yellow, black and yellow Black and yellow, black and yellow I put it down from the whip to my diamond, I'm in Black and yellow, black and yellow Black and yellow, black and yellow18

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Those Were the Days

Lady Sovereign

[Intro] Eh- this is my cheesy intro And this is mine (Right, Yes) It's Lady Sovereign, Big Midget S-O-V And this is a song all about I grew up, so yeah Listen [Verse 1] We used to play jump the line Or who could wrap the swing around the frame the most times, back in the day Riding our bikes around the estate and playin' basketball in the cage, those were the days I remember them water fights, the tap outside Used to race our bikes Grinnin' with two front teeth missing, we did what we liked Those days I'm missin', those days were alright Knock down ginger Knock knock then shift Two minutes later we got locked in the lift Laughin' when we got out Got into silly arguments about who found the pound on the ground Popped to the shops bought about ten ice pops The weather was hot so they melted in our pockets Used to carry my belongings in them McDonalds bumbags That was back then so boy don't mock it You might also like[Hook] Yeah Yeah Yo, those were the days I will never forget Yeah Yeah Yo, those were the days I could never regret Yeah Yeah Yo, those were the days I will never forget Yeah Yeah Those were the days [Verse 2] We used to race down the hill in old Safeway trolleys I wasn't indoors playing with Barbies or dollies I was outside jumpin' off walls or playin' football Or getting chased by the local pitbull The odd character that every borough had Mad Phillip, Gingerbeard or Mad Max The places you wouldn't wanna see when you're on your jacks In the places you wouldn't be in if you stuck to your packs Stayed out till it was pitch black Sprayed my name out on concrete slabs And I never got bitch-slapped Seen a couple of mans get stabbed Been chased by the mad man Gotta get back so I can Catch a joke with my next door neighbor We played the first Mortal Kombat on the Sega Playing the latest jungle tunes we had on cassette Those were the days I will never forget [Hook] Yeah Yeah Yo, those were the days I will never forget Yeah Yeah Yo, those were the days I could never regret Yeah Yeah Yo, those were the days I will never forget Yeah Yeah Those were the days [Verse 3] Remember naf naf jackets, and spliffy jeans? Adidas campus them things were in It wasn't about the king of the bling It was about the king of rim, or the king of the swing Back then well I kinda had less But less was much better cause it saved alot of stress I hung out in Coffers community center Now they've knocked it down and replaced it with an Asda My parents way of tellin' us to get our backs in Was them sounding some old fucking claxon We soldier marched back up to Redcliffe walk Chalkhill Estate don't exist no more it's just talk [Hook] Yeah Yeah Yo, those were the days I will never forget Yeah Yeah Yo, those were the days I could never regret Yeah Yeah Yo, those were the days I will never forget Yeah Yeah Those were the days- ays- ays -ays [Outro] Those were the days- ays- ays -ays Those- Those- Those were days1

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Blah Blah

Lady Sovereign

Make way for the S-O-V I see your first priorities are discussing me in Maccy D's At about half three While you're muchin' on your quarter-pounder with cheese? Chatting about me and my abilities Like S-O-V you're shit S-O-V can't spit S-O-V just quit Ahh, Whatever don't talk with your mouth full bitch While you're discussing me it's all publicity Even if you're cussin' me you're still dashing my name around the city It's all good though (brapp brapp) publicity for free White midget, uh huh, mic fidget Somebody just dialed my digit S-O-V you're no one, haha is it Flattered by the way that you use your credit You fed it and you said it that I'm nobody If I'm nobody then why are you ringing me? You drained your credit that's killing it Well my style you sure you ain't feeling it? [Hook] Blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah In one ear and it comes straight out the other Repeating yourself like you got a stutter With all your mutter like reh reh reh rah You might also likeBlah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah All your words in my brain are turning into clutter Repeating yourself like you got a stutter With all your mutter like reh reh reh rah People want to classify me as an Eminem But hear what I'm a different kind of specimen Just because I be a white Caucasian Doesn't mean me and him are the same Because one I'm not American, two I'm not a man Three I'm coming through with a different kind of plan Setting the facts straight cause I know that I can Purely heavyweight cause I do the whole shebang Categories I don't fit into any Why I'm on so many styles I'm on many Writing up more lines than Burberry And dealing with beats like a victim of a bully Make them drink my saliva off the floor That spit that I spat when I walked in the door released my metaphor Like cor blimey it's that white girl S-O-V [Hook] I know you don't boast about me over your Sunday roast Or your mid-morning cheese on toast But when I found out you've been talking It's all different you start squawking S-O-V, I never said that S-O-V, you know you ain't whack S-O-V, I love your track What the fuck do you want bitch, a pat on the back? A blahbarian equals a soon to be beg-friend Cause a beg-friend is an ex-blahbarian And they only start caring When you're preparing the next riddim that every deck is blaring Oh fuck, I got posh people swearing The rich, the poor, the snobs, the whores Oh, dear Blahbarians galore [Hook]

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Fantasy

Do or Die

(chorus) I wish I could fly Away from here Unto a place For You and me Relax ya mind (relax ya mind) And I'll fulfill Your fantasy (Belo) Well I wanna be ya fantasy But I got to keep it real I'm a pimp I can't show love Cause I got too many chicks on the side And I love to smoke and ride So you recognize a true thug fill the game I go out like two slugs Ya think ya ass is da bomb you too bugged Anyway I can take you on a little cruise and We can do the things ya really really wana do Cause I'm a man I believe in friends I can give a little if you let me in We can hit the city in a roma benz We can fly to coon with the mexicans But ya gotta plan when the sex begins And I don't really mind if ya lesbien We can be a trio if you bring ya friend Call her then, we could bend, strait to the Crib and pop the cris pour loui'wee you do me Most be little over to me But I can't help it just to be me original po p-i-m-p Dobb hats city sharp do you really want to be my fantasy my fantasy You might also like(chorus) X2 (second verse) Thats yo friend and she goin say Hes a pimp don't get caught up In many conversation my name was brought up You need to check your homie but not tonight You involved in something thats oh so right Lay some pipe, sip on some remy and stay the night Close the vertical blinds searching for line Medical physical burden of mine Un button her blouse How can I obtain this inner ambitous lust Roll back yo gucci dress Recieve the touch, sexual thoughts That leading us, is it me or you who tried to resist Got you convinced lost in the mist Grabbing the sheets and balling her fists Close your eyes go deeper than this Ex-hale and carress, the way it was meant I guess its another way that we vent But please don't hickey lick me Wishful whisper What you need I'm going to get the entire picture I wish you wish (chorus) X2 (belo) I put the latch to the front door In the scene thats down town mo mo One chick had the look of an nympho And my conversation just to a essential Make a ma take a puff like indo Layed back in the drop while the wind blow Little momma drink bel or hen-oh Pretty eyes thick thighs at the side door She benificial to a man like me oh Walked in wit a passion kiss on her neck while we laughing She be giving up her ass hun, acts dumb Do you want fly wit me belo Wana take a trip wit me belo I can make you happy and this I know Fly to Italy Chris to the floor Do you wanna man that can sound like me All day niggas that be out like me Here to make you look and bounce like me Original po p-i-m-p Dobb hats city sharp do you really want to be my fantasy my Fantasy (chorus) X2

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Hotel

T.I.

[Intro: T.I., (Too $hort)] Ay shawty (Whussup playa?) Ay, you 'memba dat broad we met back on the road last year, 'bout '99? (The one up in NYC?) Nah, nah, not the one from New York, I 'memba her too doe I'm talkin' bout the one from L.A Lil bad bitch I met in the mall wit the big azz (Oh, oh, dat bitch) Here wha' she said (Whassup?) [Hook] I'll meet you at the hotel, we can fuck all night Do me how you want to, I won't tell nobody (Shit, let's do it... Where you at?) I said, meet me at the hotel, we can fuck all night Do me how you want to, I won't tell nobody (Shit baby, keep yo mouth shut we can do it, sho nuff) [Verse 1: T.I.] One day in L.A., I'm at the mall Pickin' me up a coupla pairs of silk drawls And I ran into this fine azz well built broad She was in hard from a long way So I'm finna go on swing shawty way Just like the song say, 'cause I don't play Miss lady built like a amazon A 5'9", light brown, wit some sandals on The kinda azz that make you wanna grab a handle on And fuck her all day in the hallway with the candles on So I wave, and I speak and conversation coo She asked my name, where I'm from and why I talk the way I do? I said "'Cause I ain't from 'round here, I'm from Atlanta shawty, but anyways We can still get together, 'cause I'm gon' be here fo' a coupla days" And then she say, she never been to Georgia, she was dyin' to visit Well, I'm in room 312, at the Sofatel, I'm sure that they listed She got the digits, say she like me, and that we can be friends If I ain't welcome shawty, don't invite me, ain't no need to pretend I'm wanna lick on ya neck, kiss ya ears, and make yo knee bend Put ya azz in positions you never thought you'd be in Now, I'm tellin' you shawty, fuckin' wit me, like divin' of deep end Have you sneekin', creepin' in Georgia, freak on the weekend See T.I. LiveGet tickets as low as $90You might also likeRepeat [Hook] [Verse 2: T.I.] This time, it was me and KP, in NYC On some Cuervo and Hennessy and two Sweets with two freaks Some of the baddest thangs in Times Square wit some long hairs, cute feet One of 'em say she wanna drive me to Coney Island so she can show me the new beach Couldn't nobody ride wit me doe, 'cause the car only had 2 seats Lil' cute freak, in the Z3, remind me of one of my hoes in the GC Told me her name was Sharell but all of her friends call her Cici Say she up here goin' to NYU, but originally she from DC Say she'd love to freak me, reminisce while listenin' to mah CD Lay me out on the beach feed me strawberries and kiwi Shawty say she like wha' she see, can't wait to get down here and see me Round Freaknik, say soon as you hit the city all you gotta do is beep me And let me know what it's finna be, the Four Seasons or the Embassy Get a voice mail round 10 to 3, and then wha' she said to me... Repeat [Hook] Tell 'em how you did the broad shawty (I fucked the bitch... and forgot the bitch) [Verse 3: Too $hort] I'm havin' fun... gettin' pussy on the run Bitches comin' to mah room, tryna make me cum In *Cleveland* last weekend, O-High Ho, whuz really goin' on? She said "Stick it down my throat" A lotta y'all married... to mah ex-tramps She shouldn't worry, I sent the bitch to sex camp Taught her how to fuck, she made you fall in love I fucked her real tough, now you can't get enough Knockin' on mah door fo' yo ho, das no game pimp I fucked all them bitches DMX was namin' Fuckin' hoez from Milly, bitchez out in Philly Puerto Rican, Dominican, New York pussy, ya feel me I been nationwide since '88 So don't clown when I'm around, keep yo lady straight 'Cause I'ma... beat her pussy down in the worst way You waited six months, and I fucked her on the first date, at the Hotel (T.I. & Too $hort talking through Chorus) Meet me at the hotel, we can fuck all night (Ho, don't tell nobody... BIATCH!!!) Do me how you want to, I won't tell nobody (That's right... we runnin' up in deze hoez.. Trackstarz baby, real playaz, ballin' in da ATL) I said, meet me at the hotel, we can fuck all night Do me how you want to, I won't tell nobody (You betta ask yo bitch about us Take the game from Timbucktoo to the Kalimazoo You know how a playa do.. ... and one mo thang baby.. Check out time... Arivaderchi, capeesh? Bishhh...)

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Tipsy

T-Pain

[Intro/Outro] Take a sip of this, drink that, now don't it feel good baby? Take a hit of this, take that, now don't it feel good baby? Take a sip of this, drink that, I'mma put you on my hood baby Take a sip of this, drink that.. [Verse 1] Hey girl (hey girl) How you doin? Can I get a minute of your time to spit a line or two? (Say girl) I know you ain't feelin me I promise that you take a sip of this you gon' be right here hearin me You givin me (a reason to come back to the club) And I'm feelin like, you feelin like (showin me love) And I'm here to get'cha rythym right (girl go and gather yo' crew 'cause me and my niggas make it do what it do) And I see, it in your eyes baby (and I) I know I took you by suprise baby (Oh, yeah) This what you do (go and gather your crew 'cause me and my niggas make it do what it do) [Hook] Now baby girl I ain't tryin to get you drunk I'm just tryin to get you (tipsy enough) And I know that you wouldn't do what you do Unless you get (tipsy enough) In order for me to get you home in the back of my Brougham I need you (tipsy enough) And I know that you wouldn't be the freak that you are Unless you're (tipsy enough) See T-Pain LiveGet tickets as low as $40You might also like[Verse 2] Hey girl (hey girl) Tell me what's crackin I see you watchin wonderin if I'mma come and talk to you (Say girl) I need for you to listen to me closely Girl me and you got a chemistry so let's just keep it movin You givin me (a reason not to leave out this club) And I'm feelin like (let the hood hate out you gon' give me love) And I'm here to change your perspective baby (girl go and gather your crew 'cause me and my niggas make it do what it do) And I see, it in your eyes baby (and I) I know I took you by suprise baby (oh yeah) Yeah, this what you do (go and gather your crew 'cause me and my niggas make it do what it do) [Hook] Now baby girl I ain't tryin to get you drunk I'm just tryin to get you (tipsy enough) And I know that you wouldn't do what you do Unless you get (tipsy enough) In order for me to get you home in the back of my Brougham I need you (tipsy enough) And I know that you wouldn't be the freak that you are Unless you're (tipsy enough) [Intro/Outro] Take a sip of this, drink that, now don't it feel good baby? Take a hit of this, take that, now don't it feel good baby? Take a sip of this, drink that, I'mma put you on my hood baby

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Twilight Zone

Lupe Fiasco

[Talking] Uh, uh, uh, uh, 1-5 who's more crooked than One-Time? Say 1-5 who's more crooked than One-Time? Yeah, yeah check is my mic on? As I twilight zone? [Pre-verse] My mindstate rewinds wakes And fast-forwards bullets makin'a B-line for my face My mindstate My mindstate My mindstate rewinds wakes And fast-forwards bullets makin'a B-line for my face 1-5 who's more crooked than One-Time? Say 1-5 who's more crooked than One-Time? Check it, is my mic on, as I twilight zone? [Verse:] My mindstate rewinds wakes And fast-forwards bullets makin'a B-line for my face Then they stop like Neo Laugh at me throw some cash at me then fly pass me But one ricochets off the wall to come back and ask me Am I scared of him or the "nigga that blast me" Or maybe just the hammer that goes to be a hole in an innocent bystander My eye's a camera my ear's a microphone My mind is Pro Tools my head is a stool Whats recorded in my dome gets reported when I zone My mouth is a speaker I'm anchoring the misery There's no friends the enemy of my enemy is my enemy Beakers and test tubes full of memories In my labatory I create stories Doze off then wake up surrounded by Forties Wit Glocks tucked in they labels And they caps is baseball hats Playin poker at a table Cigarettes massage they shoulders in belly tops showin off they navels A dime sack side bets, a tech is runnin' for president Jesus pieces walk around with niggas hangin' from they necks Monopoly is playin' chess I just picked up an obituary of a bullet proof vest Put the headphone on my mouth speak into my ears Yea microphone check, check, check, check, check Check, a pair of Air Forces told me Rims've been extinct for years Been ethnic cleansed by Jersey's tryna take over the set And Television is on deathrow for killing BET and MTV over a dice game And paralyizing CNN by knifing him in the neck I hear Clear Channel's been fightin' him in the rec Who's in for givin' grape Kool-Aid laced with strychnine to mixtapes and arm robbin' cassettes Dope told me Weed was a crack fiend but Crack told me that Dope was a base head Hi-hats told police he was just a soldier he did what the Bass said The Snare and the Kick didn't make it out alive The Sample made it out with some money but he died in the ride The 808 got caught wit some work (He ain't never comin' home) So the MPC's and the MP3's is fightin over his turf Sean Don just gave birth But she's thinkin' bout leavin it on the doorstep of a church Cristal can't have kids she plottin' to kidnap it that she orchestrated with a purse But Gucci told Fendi and Fendi turned and around and told Henny And Henny is Moets baby's father But she tried it anyway disguised as a nurse In the newspapers it says "Hip-Hop called Rock n Roll racist" The Six ripped the Five and the Maybach taped it A Hundred dollar bill just signed a record deal But he blew all his money on the Braceletes And givin' the Gold Dollar a face lift A Button Up just drove by in a 6-4 Impalla All the Rolex's is hatin' you see the smirks on they faces The Havatampas is defending the Dutchess they keep catchin cases But the judge is a Swisha he just give em iBonds and community service with the Papers So the Newport's is gettin mad at the ZigZags then out come the razors See the Kool's is killers on the creep Rush up on the Philly, leave his guts spillin on the street Some Gold Grills burned down the building of some teeth Some Sharpened Tooth Brushes is holding the trampoline cuz some children finna to leap I just seen Rocawear rock Sean John to sleep with the same heat that Baby Phat carried Sprint is pimpin Nextel she just gave head to a Black Berry I heard she go two-ways But he was skeetin on her face as it was beepin on my waist This is the mind of Lupe Just make sure my mic's on when I Twilight Zone, Zone, Zone, ZoneYou might also like2

Hip-HopRap

Momma I’m So Sorry

Clipse

[Intro: Pusha T & Pharrell] Gather 'round Miami Vice All my cocaine dreamers You know Miami Vice Pusha spit this shit for y'all Here we go [Verse 1: Pusha T] Youngin, don't make my sails rise (Uh) I shoot you out your chukkas Pusha hear the whispers of all you motherfuckers Papa said stay free of them suckers Minus the wicked jumper, street baller like the Rucker Skip to my Lou if you lookin' for a couple Roosters in the duffle Keep the hood screaming, "Cock-a-doodle doo," fuckers Coke by the ton, rap niggas, I'm the one With basic rhyme pattern, how the fuck you tryna chatter? ASIC-ass rappers, got 'em runnin' for they life I philosophize about Glocks and keys Niggas call me Young Black Socrates West Indies bitch drop to knees quick (What?) With dreams of being a rich man's bitch Feel sorry for niggas pull triggers and they shit click So many bullets jammed in my shit, call me Lead Fist Shake the diamonds out my wrists You might also like[Chorus: Pusha T & Pharrell] Mama, I'm so sorry, I'm so obnoxious I don't fear Tubbs and Crockett Mama, I'm so sorry, I'm so obnoxious Got two hot rocks in my pocket Mama, I'm so sorry, I'm so obnoxious Big home, palm trees, and watches Mama, I'm so sorry, I'm so obnoxious My only accomplice my conscience, uh Gather 'round [Verse 2: Malice] Youngin, learn from me, let's not be at odds We're more like than not, two peas of a pod Same hustle, 'cept my hustle now flows I once gave it away at thirty grams an O That accounts for all them days in the cold Feels like kids and cake mix, can't wait to lick the bowl But it's a bigger picture, holmes, trust, I done seen it From Frankfurt to Cologne, Oslo to Sweden From Italy's Milan to the shores of Napoli Now I consider Ferrari and Salvador Dalis I'm no longer local, my thoughts are global That's why I seem distant, son, expand your vision Even adored by Norwegian woman Blonde hair and blue eyes, I'm gettin' back with a vengeance Whip it like they want me all attached to the kitten And then they wonder in these raps if I'm kiddin', huh [Chorus: Pusha T] Mama, I'm so sorry, I'm so obnoxious I don't fear Tubbs and Crockett Mama, I'm so sorry, I'm so obnoxious Got two hot rocks in my pocket Mama, I'm so sorry, I'm so obnoxious Big home, palm trees, and watches Mama, I'm so sorry, I'm so obnoxious My only accomplice my conscience, uh [Verse 3: Pusha T] Miami Vice Sorry, Heavenly Father, once again, I hate to bother It's P the evil creeper, send some to the Grim Reaper Meanwhile, me and my missus like Solomon and Sheba Sign of the times, her Emilio Pucci sneakers, uh Ghetto literature, I'd damn near die for Bolivia It don't take much to get rid of you Once I send for you, better call a minister, ugh [Verse 4: Malice] I'm sorry, grandmama, for mistakes I have made When I aired family business, how you put me in my place Even my baby mama, I can't look you in the face 'Cause I can't do enough, you a symbol of God's grace So I place you in the flowerbed, porcelain showerhead Throughout the house and keep the youngins' mouths fed And when I'm gone, I hope it is said I gave structure to the youth by the example I led, uh [Chorus: Pusha T] Mama, I'm so sorry, I'm so obnoxious I don't fear Tubbs and Crockett Mama, I'm so sorry, I'm so obnoxious Got two hot rocks in my pocket Mama, I'm so sorry, I'm so obnoxious Big home, palm trees, and watches Mama, I'm so sorry, I'm so obnoxious My only accomplice my conscience, uh [Outro: Pusha T] Miami Vice8

Hip-HopRap

Fed Up

DJ Khaled

[Intro: Usher, DJ Khaled & Jeezy] DJ Khaled (DJ Khaled!) (Yeah!) Oh oh (The streets is fed up) (Who else nigga?) Ohh (We fed up) Yeah man (We The Best) The Runners, Usher, talk to 'em [Chorus: Usher] Yeah, yeah It was all a dream, yeah homie I am on my job And you can't take that away from me Yeah I got my team, and I got all of my niggas behind me And they give me the love I need (yeah) I got my foot in the door, still hustling for more Check in the game now I'm back in the light, yeah I'm fed up (hey) I'm fed up (hey) I'm fed up I'm so sick and tired of being sick and tired [Verse 1: Jeezy, Usher] I am absolutely, positively on my grizzy Even though I'm sick and I'm tired, I gets busy Started a 62, but it ended up a frisbee And me, I like to stand at the stove until I'm dizzy Ball so hard it's like I brought the game with me Left my glove so white you thought I brought Jermaine with me 'Bout to paint a perfect picture like I brought the frame with me (I'm fed up, I'm fed up, I'm fed up) I give it all up before I let the fame get me I got niggas tryin' to sue me, bitches tryin' to do me Way these niggas actin', you'da thought they never knew me But these niggas know me and half them niggas owe me I'm fed up, it's why I'm actin' like the old me You might also like[Chorus: Usher] Yeah, yeah It was all a dream, yeah homie I am on my job And you can't take that away from me Yeah I got my team, and I got all of my niggas behind me And they give me the love I need (yeah) I got my foot in the door, still hustling for more Check in the game now I'm back in the light, yeah I'm fed up (hey) I'm fed up (hey) I'm fed up I'm so sick and tired of being sick and tired [Verse 2: Rick Ross, Usher] I'm sick and tired of you suckers so now I'm fed up Somebody catch the chain, I'm 'bout to tear his head off Shawty bendin' over knowin' I'm 'bout to tear it up Before you let your top back, get your bread up Made history, but now we claimin' victory Get ya out the White House, go back to your efficiencies Suckers feel me and I know you haters hear me (I'm fed up, I'm fed up, I'm fed up) Like the IRS, you wonder what I'm makin, yearly! With them brown bags circulate, so I perpetrate We shinin' than the bottom cause we're down to twerkulate Lookin' at the parking lot; better get your mind right I hope you fed up being broke because the times right Ross! [Chorus: Usher] Yeah, yeah It was all a dream, yeah homie I am on my job And you can't take that away from me Yeah I got my team, and I got all of my niggas behind me And they give me the love I need (yeah) I got my foot in the door, still hustling for more Check in the game now I'm back in the light, yeah I'm fed up (hey) I'm fed up (hey) I'm fed up I'm so sick and tired of being sick and tired [Verse 3: Drake, Lil Wayne] Uhh, me and Wayne was gettin' high on 'em He leaned over and told me, "Just don't retire on 'em And when they give ya they shoulders, never cry on 'em And when they love you to death, just never die on 'em" And the question still remains Have I counted all the money that I've managed to obtain? Niggas dedicatin' overtime to damagin' my name And somehow I'm still the hottest motherfucker in the game (I’m happy to be back man!) [Verse 4: Lil Wayne] I’m tired of these haters That’s why I go hard like A.C. Slater Weezy Baby here, y’all pre-natal I just get the beat and murk it out like Fredo Uhh, I’m sick of bein' criticized That’s why I’m higher than the Star Trek Enterprise I do it big, don’t get mad cause you minimized I keep a red flag in case I get penalized Uhh, it's Young Money like you didn’t know Stop playin', I hit Drizzy with the give-and-go It was all a dream, now we the dream team Who trying to see us? You seein' things Hustle like I still pay rent man Got a chest full of heart, no Tin Man Uhh, Kha-Kha-Khaled I’m fed up Flow wake the dead up, Weezy [Verse 5: Usher] Yeah, hop out, I been in this, been breakin records since '94 So I ain't gotta brag about records that I’ve broke Records that I hold and records that I’ve sold And I’m fed up with these niggas relieving my lingo (yeah) Don’t bite the hand of your provider You sayin' I ain’t influenced you, you a liar I’m on fire, you just a biter You need to wake up and realize [Chorus: Usher] Yeah, yeah It was all a dream, yeah homie I am on my job And you can't take that away from me Yeah I got my team, and I got all of my niggas behind me And they give me the love I need (yeah) I got my foot in the door, still hustling for more Check in the game now I'm back in the light, yeah I'm fed up (hey) I'm fed up (hey) I'm fed up I'm so sick and tired of being sick and tired1

Hip-Hop

Dem Boyz

Jeezy

[Intro: P. Diddy] Bad Bouth South Block Entertainment I see you block! Boyz N Da Hood I like this right here Y'all ready? Come on Lets ride Its Boyz N Da Hood nigga (Boyz N Da Hood nigga) (In Da Hood nigga) As we proceed (As we proceed) (As we proceed) To give y'all what y'all need (To give y'all what y'all need) (What y'all need) Yeah nigga, yeah nigga [Hook] Its some Boyz N Da Hood sell anything for profit (profit) Five in the morning on the corner clockin' (clockin') Yeah we wrong but dare a nigga try to stop us (try to stop us) And you can get it, anywhere anybody Dem Boyz got work, Dem Boyz got yay Dem Boyz got purp, Dem Boyz got haze Dem Boyz got Glocks, Dem Boyz got K's Dem Boyz got blocks, Dem Boyz gettin paid [Young Jeezy] If its taking too long to lock up bring it back (bring it back) You was short any way so bring a stack (bring a stack) And that shit was fucked up, I wouldn't even know I ain't hand over enough a whole thing since '94 (damn!) We ain't trippin' we'll swap it out (swap it out) If its still in the rap we'll swap it out (yeah!) (ahee) Let me hop off in the shower And get myself together I gone need about a hour (about a hour) I got real clientail We ain't breaking shit down, we don't need no scales (get it right) He worth a mill on the low Plus the weather man said that its a light chance of snow See Jeezy LiveGet tickets as low as $51You might also like[Hook] Its some Boyz N Da Hood sell anything for profit (profit) Five in the morning on the corner clockin' (clockin') Yeah we wrong but dare a nigga try to stop us (try to stop us) And you can get it, anywhere anybody Dem Boyz got work, Dem Boyz got yay Dem Boyz got purp, Dem Boyz got haze Dem Boyz got Glocks, Dem Boyz got K's Dem Boyz got blocks, Dem Boyz gettin paid [Jody Breeze] Well look into the eyes of a young gutta nigga Loyal to the game out here tryin to make a come up nigga Serving lots of jay, cocking blocks Knockin country niggas out they Dr. Jay (out they Dr. Jay) Fuckin wit a mobsta Cock sucka you popa (popa) Just so you niggas don't get it twisted (twisted) Just listen and pay attention (attention) To one of the realest up out here (you here me?) With ambition and on a mission For getting Benjamins ready (Benjamins) And willing to put one of you out your misery (out of your misery) So bag back, the 44's in the dashboard (dashboard) Trying to act bad will make me blast at your asshole (asshole) Let the let stackin' mo I give you what you ask for (ask for) 5 for the 50 nigga Gone before I hit you nigga [Hook] Its some Boyz N Da Hood sell anything for profit (profit) Five in the morning on the corner clockin' (clockin') Yeah we wrong but dare a nigga try to stop us (try to stop us) And you can get it, anywhere anybody Dem Boyz got work, Dem Boyz got yay Dem Boyz got purp, Dem Boyz got haze Dem Boyz got Glocks, Dem Boyz got K's Dem Boyz got blocks, Dem Boyz gettin paid [Nuke] Yo, now I'm an eastside resider Keep niggas liver than hotter Stanking like clam chowder If they thinking that they wilder (okay) Every since I can remember I been toating that tember Keep the block hotter than July in the middle of December (aaahh! {2x}) Niggas better know my M-O (M-O) From Houston down to the NO (unh hun) Came a long ways from Lindberg's flying The back of a remo (alright) You can catch Nukey posted up Right off 80-65 With some real ass niggas (yeah) Who ain't selling bean pies (yeah) Just to get them green guys Baby momas we hide (unh hun) Catch them hoes by surprise Froze with they mouth wide Even tough guys get duck taped and hog tied Cause me, Jody, Jeezy and Gee gone always ride [Hook] Its some Boyz N Da Hood sell anything for profit (profit) Five in the morning on the corner clockin' (clockin') Yeah we wrong but dare a nigga try to stop us (try to stop us) And you can get it, anywhere anybody Dem Boyz got work, Dem Boyz got yay Dem Boyz got purp, Dem Boyz got haze Dem Boyz got Glocks, Dem Boyz got K's Dem Boyz got blocks, Dem Boyz gettin paid

Hip-HopRap

Turn Off The Lights

Teddy Pendergrass

[Verse 1] Turn off the lights and light a candle Tonight I'm in a romantic mood, yeah Let's take a shower, said a shower together, yes I'll wash your body and you'll wash mine, yeah Rub me down in some, some hot oils, baby And I'll do the same thing to you [Chorus] Just turn off the lights, come to me Girl, I wanna give you a special treat, you're so sweet Turn off the lights, let's get cozy See, you're the only one in the world that I need [Verse 2] I wanna love you, love you all over, yeah Over and over and over and over and over again Whisper sweet words of, of love in your ear Show you I how much I missed you, missed you, my dear [Chorus] Turn 'em off and come to me You see tonight I'm in, a sexy mood, mood, baby And light a candle Girl, there's something I, something I, something I, something I wanna do to you, baby Yes, I do Would you mind if I asked you to? Would you rub me down Would you rub me down in some, in some burnin' hot oils, baby Yeah I swear I'll return the same thing The same thing to you, baby You might also like[Chorus] Turn 'em off and let's get cozy Girl, I wanna give you a special treat, you're so sweet Turn 'em off, come closer Girl, you're the only one in this whole wide world that I'd ever need Turn 'em off [Instrumental Break] [Bridge] I'm lyin' here, just waitin' my dear You can get what you want any time you want it I'm lyin' here waitin', my dear Come get what you need, and give me what I need (Tell me what you want to do) (Tell me what you wanna do, baby) Yeah (Tell me what you want to do) Anything that you want (Tell me what you wanna do, baby) Anything that you need (Tell me what you want to do) I got it (Tell me what you wanna do, baby) Anything that you want (Tell me what you want to do) Yeah (Tell me what you wanna do, baby)1

RBSoul

Steppin’ Razor

Peter Tosh

Treat me good If you wanna live, live I beg you treat me good [Hook] I'm like a walking razor Don't you watch my size I'm dangerous Said I'm dangerous If you are a chucky Nah bodda chuck pon me If you are a chucky, a chucky Na bodda chuck pon me, Yea [Hook] If you are bull bukka Na bodda buk pon me If you are duppy You move away from me [Hook] I'm like a stepping, walking I'm dangerous, dangerous You might also likeIf you wanna live Treat me good Warning you if you wanna live You better treat me good I'm like a stepping, walking, cutting, flicking Jumping,chopping, walking I'm dangerous I'm like a stepping, jumping, flicking, bumping, boring I'm dangerous If you drink mud Treat me good And if you eat brick Treat me good I'm like a flashing laser and a rolling thunder I'm dangerous I'm like a stepping razor Don't you watch my size I'm dangerous, dangerous Treat me good If you wanna live You better treat me good Talking: ...You don't through a fifth of the tribulation I go through Only a name would be there to represent yo If you wanna live You better treat me good You could a drink lead soup I'm dangerous You could a eat asphalt I'm dangerous You could a eat brick crackers I'm dangerous I saw the sun...fucking dangerous1

Reggae

Ridin’ Rims

Dem Franchize Boyz

[Intro] Yeah nigga (young juve) all you niggas, (you all know what this is) We don't ride these no more nigga We're in here with flats nigga We sittin' on lebron back over here All you fake mounted niggas ridin' these We stop ridin' these in '99 (checke checke) Put that lil' boy shit up (so so def) [Hook] If you're ridin' rims, you gotta ride flats (uh, ha) I'm sittin' high ridin' on lebron back (uh, ha) Des 23's (uh, ha) If you know (uh, ha) I got a Tahoe truck sittin' up on 24's If you're ridin' rims, you gotta ride flats (uh, ha) I'm sittin' high ridin' on lebron back (uh, ha) Des 23's (uh, ha) If you know (uh, ha) I got a Tahoe truck sittin' up on 24's [Verse 1: Parlae] I got more grams than Teddy, got a cam in my chevy, my car go (eeerrrrr) and when I ride I'm ready Look like I'm glidin' on nothin', when I ride I be skatin' I pull up swervi' on Niggas they don't be tryin' They be hatin' They only ridin' on 20's They might as well ride on hubs, if it ain't deuces or better You might as well put em' up Cause where I'm from (from) we mount up and ride on them big rims A whole supply of deuces that spin harder than windmills, I been real (yeah) always too clean cause I pack heat Or white leather guts Plush, bitch scream in the back seat 23's on my fuckin' so I ride and I swerve But we're too clean for the fuckin' street so I park on the curb You might also like[Hook] If you're ridin' rims, you gotta ride flats (uh, ha) I'm sittin' high ridin' on lebron back (uh, ha) Des 23's (uh, ha) If you know (uh, ha) I got a Tahoe truck sittin' up on 24's If you're ridin' rims, you gotta ride flats (uh, ha) I'm sittin' high ridin' on lebron back (uh, ha) Des 23's (uh, ha) If you know (uh, ha) I got a Tahoe truck sittin' up on 24's [Verse 2: Jizzal Man] I got the chevy sittin' high, by matchin' corner ties Michael Jordan's mounted up darts 23's on the ride (jizzle man) I got man in the trunk, I'm workin' the alpine Paint flippin', candy drippin', plus the wood inside, driving a big boy drop A T.V. in the rear, the European clip on the rotatin' rim just got 'em up out jail (and that mothafuckin' smokin') buss a couple you turns (with the doors wide open) punchin' on the gas pedal, make pipe start chokin', comin' down real clean Got 66 lebron back home, look I'm sittin' right on it, comin' up in the lane On the corner straight gunnin' [Hook] If you're ridin' rims, you gotta ride flats (uh, ha) I'm sittin' high ridin' on lebron back (uh, ha) Des 23's (uh, ha) If you know (uh, ha) I got a Tahoe truck sittin' up on 24's If you're ridin' rims, you gotta ride flats (uh, ha) I'm sittin' high ridin' on lebron back (uh, ha) Des 23's (uh, ha) If you know (uh, ha) I got a Tahoe truck sittin' up on 24's [Verse 3: Buddie] Loud pipes, satin music, with the judo eyes, 2nd tone background wit 2-inch ties Cut curb on the block, it's a concert line (dfb snd me bitch) swervin' side to side Yup the cutlits mounted up like a H3 Hummer, but it's stuntin' 1-on-1 cause I'm the #1 stunner, goin' down 20 (yu) doin' more than a Honda Since my paint wet, they say my trunk sound like thunder, break the law (run the red light) drivin' illegal, in a nice ol' school, flow like dead people, I park where I can't, hit button make my door's pop, rims go round and round Custom seats lean 'n rock [Hook] If you're ridin' rims, you gotta ride flats (uh, ha) I'm sittin' high ridin' on lebron back (uh, ha) Des 23's (uh, ha) If you know (uh, ha) I got a Tahoe truck sittin' up on 24's If you're ridin' rims, you gotta ride flats (uh, ha) I'm sittin' high ridin' on lebron back (uh, ha) Des 23's (uh, ha) If you know (uh, ha) I got a Tahoe truck sittin' up on 24's [Verse 4: Jamall Willingham] Now my rims spin nigga, every time I make a stop, and I keep that Chevy clean, like a flow on disk it mop, when I'm posted at the light Got a button that make the top drop now hoes hoppin' on my dick like They playin' hopscotch hhhoes hopping on my dick like they playin' Hopscotch, when I'm on the E-way You see me hit it then I'm gone, shinin' red paint and I touch that whistle Silicone I stay deep (stay deep) hopin' at all cause I don't mind Cause I'm wood grippin', flip switchin' Flipping alpine, it's pimpin' nigga So I'm always stunt nigga, pull up on the chevy and burnt like my blunts nigga I keep good product in the hood it get delivered (delivered) Sittin' back watchin' movies in the rear view mirror [Hook] If you're ridin' rims, you gotta ride flats (uh, ha) I'm sittin' high ridin' on lebron back (uh, ha) Des 23's (uh, ha) If you know (uh, ha) I got a Tahoe truck sittin' up on 24's If you're ridin' rims, you gotta ride flats (uh, ha) I'm sittin' high ridin' on lebron back (uh, ha) Des 23's (uh, ha) If you know (uh, ha) I got a Tahoe truck sittin' up on 24's2

Hip-HopRap

Ballin’ On Xmas

Jim Jones

[Chorus: Jim Jones] Christmas cheers Dipset's here Ballin' every day (It's Christmas time) [Verse 1: Stack Bundles] They say Santa knows who was being naughty or nice I hope I don't get penalized for what I did with the rice The name Bundles, you can just imagine the life I love Christmas, I can just imagine the white The trees, the candy canes (Oh, Lord) The holidays remind me of the game The reindeers remind me of the Range (Supercharged) Icicles remind me of the ring She seen the videos, she like the fadeaway dance I wanna kiss her like I got a mistletoe in my pants (Yes, sir) She looking at my neck like "Damn! Must have blew your whole advance down at the Colosseum" Ma, the kitty is major Without b-day, love, let me upgrade ya You know giving's in a rapping nature So all I want for Christmas is some rapping paper [Refrain: Stack Bundles] Deck the halls, it's a Dipset Christmas We all ball, it's a Dipset Christmas Fa-la-la-la-la, a Dipset Christmas We fly high, it's a Dipset Christmas Deck the halls, it's a Dipset Christmas We all ball, it's a Dipset Christmas You might also like[Chorus: Jim Jones] Christmas cheers (Uh) Dipset's here (Yup) Ballin' every day (It's Christmas time) [Verse 2: Jim Jones] In all my years standing on 112th Never seen Santa, no elves (Nope) Seen a couple mans go to jail (Fo' sho') Trying to get Christmas money off gram sales And that ain't work out (It's a shame) They say Santa know you good or you bad Gotta make an exception, we in the hood, living fast (Yup) The cash that we get, I admit it's kind of fast But we gotta pay the rent Put some clothes on our ass (Gotta pay the rent) I'm thinking foreign, so Christmas morning Cars with ribbons on them make the broads get up on 'im Niggas upstate, well, this one is for 'em (Yep) Until you come home, I'ma keep on balling (Fo' sho') Well, you can tell Kris Kringle (Tell him what?) When he in the party he can bump my single [Chorus: Jim Jones] Christmas cheers (Yup) Dipset's here (Yup) Ballin' every day (It's Christmas time) [Refrain: Stack Bundles] Deck the halls, it's a Dipset Christmas We all ball, it's a Dipset Christmas Fa-la-la-la-la, a Dipset Christmas We fly high, it's a Dipset Christmas Deck the halls, it's a Dipset Christmas We all ball, it's a Dipset Christmas [Chorus: Jim Jones] Christmas cheers Dipset's here Ballin' every day [Verse 3: J.R. Writer] Uh, uh No introduction, I'm the man on the mic You all know the boy flyer than Santa at night Me and Santa alike, know why? I'm getting cake here I grab a ho-ho-ho, and make it rain, dear So fix your face, queer, course I'm raw On or off a tour, I'm a boss for sure Talking war? Your doggie dog floss a four That'll give you lead poisoning 'cause it's off the wall I'm a player, fuck the constant haters (Fuck 'em) Around here I call the shots like a commentator These ain't your common gators stepping on a punk I had to go get these fresh up out the swamp Weaponry to launch, grab it out the pocket You think, "Damn, how this nigga carrying a rocket?" Flashy for a profit 'Cause it's kind of funny that my lawyer kind of clumsy How he catch a case and drop it [Refrain: Stack Bundles] Deck the halls, it's a Dipset Christmas We all ball, it's a Dipset Christmas Fa-la-la-la-la, a Dipset Christmas We fly high, it's a Dipset Christmas Deck the halls, it's a Dipset Christmas We all ball, it's a Dipset Christmas [Chorus: Jim Jones] Christmas cheers Dipset's here Ballin' every day (It's Christmas time)15

Hip-HopRap

Broken Wings

Joe Budden

[Intro/Hook: Mr. Mister] Baby, don't understand Why we can't just hold on to each others hands Take these broken wings And learn to fly again Learn to live so free When we hear The voices sing The book of love Will open up and let us in [Verse 1: Joe Budden] The voices ain't leave yet, they just getting they feet wet Eyes red, I'm up, ain't been to sleep yet Damn near two days, ain't even eat yet If you don't wanna bounce, 'least take a little recess And still I'm faced with the bullshit Feeling like Willy D, Scarface and Bushwick Dog, just when I gather its dead I gotta knock on wood like Hank Gather's head When I make small steps toward making it global My tight knit circle turns into a oval Filled with motherfuckas just pretending they know you These snakes in the grass'll do whatever to coax you Since they wanna hem you quick, I walk around like a Ginsu's tip And that's just to get a mental grip You don't feel what the pencil scripts Then 8 times outta 10, you ain't been through shit When you hear Joe you hear the conviction and diction That open emotion, devotion is different Real talk of when he ain't have a pot to piss in He ain't have a car not one rock to glisten I'm giving 'em non-fiction, conning his addictions Ya'll got the easy job: just listen I do it for my folk and those of another pigment A little food for thought, you feeling malnutrition But you don't hear a peep outta me About the black face going on and the sheep leading sheep It's deep, so I try to stay grounded like dad Must be in City Island, I'm surrounded by crabs Was once tight, grew apart for dollars Was on the same panel, now we Star and Barbara 2 different views, 2 different lifestyles I think along the way one of us got confused Look, you a hustla, still attracted to the scene Still doing shit I gave up at 16 You won't get a job, believing your own lies You rationalize by saying you pursing your dreams You damn near 30, nigga, you ain't got cream Can't take care of you when you worried 'bout your team My dude, want a hand out, wait in line But the clock's still ticking, man, you playing with time It's so sweet Thought I was fucked up with no shoes 'til I met me a nigga with no feet Tried to help niggas, some niggas I couldn't That's my mom in me, I love niggas I shouldn't Dudes wanna shoot 'em 'til he nailed Some wanna threaten me, ruin my health Let me teach you a little something 'bout depression Ain't shit you could do to me I ain't already thought about doing to myself I'm the voice for the youth that's living with no reason Fuck record sales, I give 'em something to believe in If your day starts in that broken home Though we never met, 'least they feel like they not alone Like I was back when I was trying to find dip The tsunami came through my hood in '96 And tried to murder dog, I took a little dive Then I got on my surfing board and kept sliding Feel like A-Rod, some say his time's up Boo a nigga at home, yup, I'm in my prime But He by far the best player on the team And then turn around, drop 'em to the bottom of the lineup Should get traded, but he don't wanna move Cause this the only city he got something to prove And that's why I'm seen with heaters Cause you can't be the man when you on the same team as Jeter, ya dig It's like the game ain't getting suitable Making me so sick I need Chicken Noodle Soup Rappers 'Fly High', then got suicidal Imitate Jim Jones, end up like Cory Lidle I married hip hop, ignored what some was telling me I started hearing rumors of infidelity I ain't divorce 'er All the other dudes is so whack that I ain't even feel a little jealousy You might also like[Hook: Mr. Mister]3

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99 Problems

Ice-T

[Intro: Ice-T & Brother Marquis] Yeah, last year a lot of motherfuckers asked me Why I didn't do no old, sex, nasty shit But, this year, I went down to Miami and got my nigga from 2 Live Brother Marquis in the house! (Yeah I'm the motherfuckin' nigga) Yeah, we gonna answer the question about girl problems All these niggas is havin' girl problem, Marq (Huh, tell them man, tell them how it is) Lemme tell you what time is it.. [Verse 1: Ice-T] I got a ho from the East, got a ho from the West Got a ho that likes to jack it off and rub it in her chest I got a ho from the North, a ho from the South A ho that likes to suck it long and hold it in her mouth I got a bitch with hair, a bitch with none A bitch with a knife, a bitch with a gun A bitch with a ass big as a TV set And there's a bitch over there; hey, the one I'm gonna get But, yo, but maybe not, she might not like me though No sweat to a vet; I'll slam her sister, though Word, Ice in the whole damn herd I fuck 'em all and leave 'em on the curb I got a bitch with a mink, who rocks a fat gold link Who likes to fuck me with her ass up on the kitchen sink Got a bitch with tits, a bitch with ass A bitch with none, but hey, I'd give her a pass And I love 'em all, I love 'em crazily And they love me back—that's why they stay with me So if you having girl problems, I feel bad for you son Got 99 problems and a bitch ain't one—hit it You might also like[Hook: Ice-T] Nah, a bitch ain't one [Verse 2: Ice-T] I got a bitch that's old, a bitch that's new A bitch who love velvet in the colors blue I got a bitch who's fat, a bitch who's built A bitch who all her titties give out powdered milk I got a bitch who's funny, a bitch who ain't A bitch who can sing, a bitch who cain't A bitch who loves fucking on a airplane.. I even got a bitch off Soul Train I got a bitch who rolls a rag-top Benz Long ends I got a bitch who's broke as a bum But she's the most fun I got a bitch who play piano, a bitch who don't A bitch who dances naked, a bitch who won't A bitch who's short, a bitch who's tall A bitch who burns my pager with priority calls And I love 'em all, I love 'em crazily And they love me back—that's why they stay with me So if you're having girl problems, I feel bad for you son Got 99 problems and a bitch ain't one—hit me [Interlude: Ice-T] Yo', Marquis—you from Miami, man, why don't you show these motherfuckers all the over the world The 2 Live style of how the bitches treat a motherfuckin' fly nigga like you [Verse 3: Brother Marquis] I got 99 problems and a bitch ain't one of them I don't trip on hoes, 'cause I don't need none of them Pussy's the temptation, dick's the persuasion All hoes suck cock nigga how you play 'em? That's why I don't sleep on 'em, I just freak on 'em Stick dick in they mouth; take it out and I skeet on 'em The nigga the one-nighter, the bitch exciter I only love my hoes when I'm going up inside her Problem number one is getting money I'd rather taste the green than sip the honey So don't expect nothing cause I ain't offering I go hard on my bitches, cause I'm never never softening Putting the demand on 'em, fuck 'em and scram on 'em The "wham, bam, thank you ma'am" game is ran on 'em So fuck how you feel, your fucking cheap thrill I hope you took the pill cause I won't pay the bill Getting pussy's just another expense If pussy pays the bills then dick pays the rent I only need a ho for one thing and that's to cum I've got 99 problems and a bitch ain't one, ha [Interlude: Ice-T & Brother Marquis] Ha! Yo Marquis my motherfucker you got problems man? (A bitch ain't one) Aww shit! Now let me tell you how to do this shit [Verse 4: Ice-T & Brother Marquis] I got a bitch that loves to G She'll fuck you right after she fucks me I got a bitch who loves boats I got a bitch who loves handcuffs and ropes I got a bitch that's fast, a bitch that's slow A bitch that's a virgin and a bitch that's a ho A bitch that lies A bitch that's true A bitch who's a man because they're bitches too I got a bitch that's cool A bitch that's hot A bitch who loves rap, a bitch who loves rock A bitch who's lost and one who knows where it's at She gets up under me and purrs like a cat I got a bitch that runs, I got a bitch that walks I got a bitch that yells, I got a bitch who talks I got a bitch that's dirty, got a bitch that's neat I got a super fine bitch that I knocked in the swap meet And I love 'em all, I love 'em crazily And they love me back - that's why they stay with me So if you having girl problems, I feel bad for you son I got 99 problems and a bitch ain't one - hit me... [Hook] No a bitch ain't one Huh, you know a bitch ain't one [Outro: Ice-T & Brother Marquis] Youknahmsayin? I got problems with my mothafuckin' rent Marquis But a bitch ain't one Man you got yourself nothing man Fuck them raggedy stank-ass hoes nigga A bitch ain't one I got a problems staying out here on these streets With the police trying to take a nigga out, y'know? But a bitch ain't one Got problems with motherfuckers.. buying my records But a bitch ain't one Fuck 'em all, nigga fuck them motherfuckers Youknahmsayin? A bitch ain't one Got problems man All them motherfuckers can kiss my mothafuckin' ass.. for real Really, niggas worrying about bitches They better, they better find something else to worry about5

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Mr. Downtown

T-Pain

[Intro] There’s no need to fear Mr. Downtown is here! Hey [Verse 1: T-Pain] Teddy Pain by day superhero by night, I’ma be the nigga that can eat it up right Get too tight and I’m gone On to the next damsel in distress Gotta go I’ma give it the gas His logo is gold silhouette of a ass, Yeah! Shawty light up the air Gimme bout 10-15 minutes I'll be right over there I’ma give you an hour that's it Hop in the shower and shit Hop in the fast car, I got a Jaguar, call it the shaguar Austin Powers that bitch Yeeeeah Baaaaby! Hello bezel AB on the watch got a yellow bezel It’s a bird it's a plane! (What’s his name?) I’m-I’m-I’m [Chorus] I’m Mr. Downtown, bitch Mr. Downtown That's right, that's right Mr. Downtown, Yeah, bitch Mr. Downtown Bust it open, bust it open See T-Pain LiveGet tickets as low as $40You might also like[Verse 2: T-Pain] Ca-ca-call me Inspector Gadget, go-go dick! Up and down on the ho like a pogo stick Go stupid, retarded but don't go sick Ho put me on the couch like it's 106 Now it's hard to breathe If I fuck her on the floor I can call it shag carpeting (get it?) And she's a freaky thing If I ever wrote song about her it'll be hard to sing She got my tongue tied I’ma give her the noose Triple shot of Patrón got a bitch gettin’ loose I’m the Snoop in her Dogg I’m the gin in her juice She got money on her mind and she gimme the loot (brain) Get the dick up, it’s a stick up Put the tongue to it and now she can't even get up It’s a bird it's a plane (What's his name?) I’m-I’m-I’m [Chorus] I’m Mr. Downtown, bitch Mr. Downtown That's right, that's right Mr. Downtown, Yeah, bitch Mr. Downtown Bust it open, bust it open [Verse 3: Tay Dizm] (Tay Dizm to the rescue!) Quick through the night like Batman right If you already tipsy ain't lookin for a fight Roll to this dirty and you better get sus Seen Superman the album like what the fuck up? I got 2 freaks white boy hit you down The shoes the superpowers is takin' the clouds down yeah I stick it stick it yeah, a freaky freaky yeah I do it the way that your man don't do it yeah Hit it from the back Hit it from the sides Tell her work that fuck it baby all night Hit it hit it hit it Somethin’ real freaky And when I’m done I’ma have you walkin’ down nitty I know you like that have you comin’ right back and next time I’ma take you to my cave girl And you havin’ you sayin’ yeah (what's his name?) [Chorus] I’m Mr. Downtown, bitch Mr. Downtown That's right, that's right Mr. Downtown, Yeah, bitch Mr. Downtown Bust it open, bust it open1

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