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Hey Ma

Cam’ron

[Chorus: Freekey Zekey, Toya & Both] Yeah, come on Hey ladies Hey ma (Wassup?) Let's slide (Alright) Alright, and we gon' get it on tonight You smoke? (I smoke) I drink (Me too) Well good, 'cause we gon' get high tonight Got drops (Got coupes), got trucks (Got jeeps) Alright, 'cause we gon' take a ride tonight So ma (Wassup?) Let's slide (Alright) Alright, and we gon' get it on tonight [Verse 1: Juelz Santana] Yo, now I was downtown clubbin', ladies night Seen shorty, she was crazy, right? And I approach baby like, "Ma, what's your age and type?" She looked at me and said, "You's a baby, right?" I told her, "I'm eighteen and live a crazy life (For real) Plus I'll tell you what the '80s like And I know what the ladies like Need a man that's polite, listens and takes advice I could be all three, plus I can lay the pipe Come with me, come stay the night She looked at me laughin', like, "Boy, your game is tight" I'm laughin' back like, sure, you're right, get in the car And don't touch nothing, sit in the car Let's discuss something, either we lovin' or I'll see you tomorrow Now we speedin' up the West Side Hand creepin' up her left side, I'm ready to do it Ready to bone, ready for dome 55th exit, damn, damn, already we home Now let's get it on You might also like[Chorus: Freekey Zekey, Toya & Both] Hey ma (Wassup?) Let's slide (Alright) Alright, and we gon' get it on tonight You smoke? (I smoke) I drink (Me too) Well good, 'cause we gon' get high tonight Got drops (Got coupes), got trucks (Got jeeps) Alright, and we gon' take a ride tonight So ma (Wassup?) Let's slide (Alright) Alright, and we gon' get it on tonight [Verse 2: Cam'ron & Juelz Santana] Uh Now that I got a girl, my ex wanna holla and spit Told me to acknowledge her quick She like, "Cam, stop frontin' on that Dave Hollister tip" (How?) "Come over, let's swallow and sip" I'm like, "Mama is sick" I promise you dick, usually have a problem with chicks (Why?) They all say I'm rotten and rich But not her, boobies real, high heel doobie feel Plus got them Gucci nails, huh You a cutie still (Still) And this my down girl too, ain't no groupie deal We left the movies with Uzis, Suzuki wheels To the Jacuzzi, I tell you, my boo be's real (She's real) I mean she do be winnin', Louie spinnin' Go to the crib, she got the Gucci linen (Linen) I see boo be grinnin' (Grinnin') She looked and said, "Cam, I know that you be sinnin'" Nah, I'm a changed man, look at the Range, ma'am (Look) I got a whole new game plan Looked and said, "That's nothing but game, Cam" She was right, she was up in the Range, man (She know me) Dropped her off at the L, now I'm flippin' the cell That's right, I had to call up L Yo L (What up?) I hit, (What else?) Plus dome, (Say word), and we got it on tonight [Chorus: Freekey Zekey, Toya & Both] Hey ma (Wassup?) Let's slide (Alright) Alright, and we gon' get it on tonight You smoke? (I smoke) I drink (Me too) Well good, 'cause we gon' get high tonight Got drops (Got coupes), got trucks (Got jeeps) Alright, and we gon' take a ride tonight So ma (Wassup?) Let's slide (Alright) Alright, and we gon' get it on tonight42

Comics and Games

My Darling

Eminem

[Intro: Eminem] Yeah, look [Verse 1: Eminem] If I were to rap about the crap that's out That's the route you probably want me to take ‘Cause you're just dyin' to know what I think And my take on some other rappers If I was to say somethin' about Paul Wall You'd probably crap in your pants, ‘cause I'm white and he's white So he's like my competition, I mean, right? Nope! Paul Wall is dope, and so is Bubba So bu-bu-bu-bu-bu-bu-bu-bu-but, I don't compete with nobody I just go hard, do the rope-a-dope Ali shuffle And dance around my opponents, do donuts Sometimes I play possum, like I'm asleep, it's awesome I'm like a sleepin' giant, and when I awake I'm like Dre I just jump from outta nowhere and bite prey And sink my teeth in 'em, and fill 'em Full of poison, and make a noise like a snake before I kill 'em And let 'em know that I just don't feel 'em And smack 'em with the backward E, the Eminem emblem I was taught if you gonna murder somebody you should face him Tell him why, look him dead in the eye, then waste him And the dark shall emerge from the fiery depths of hell Then swallow the shell, all the hollow who dwell In the shadows of all who are willing to sell their souls For this rap game and it g-g-goes One-two-three, chk-chk, one-two-three Chk-chk, one-two-three, that ain't the hook, now follow me There's nothing else for me to say, my public adores me Everybody bores me, they're just so corny So at night before I sleep, I look in the mirror The mirror grows lips and it whispers: "Come nearer!" You might also like[Chorus: Eminem] My darling, I don't ever want you to leave me, my darling You and me were meant to be together, my darling And if I cannot have you, no one can, you're my darling ‘Cause I possess your soul, your mind, your heart and your body I don't ever want you to leave me, my darling You and me were meant to be together, my darling And if I cannot have you, no one can, you're my darling ‘Cause I possess your soul, your mind, your heart and your body [Verse 2: Eminem] "Shady, I know you're in there somewhere, come here! Talk to me, sit! Here, pull up a chair! Why don't you cut your hair? Ha ha ha ha ha ha! Dye it back, come on, try it!" Ahh, no! I told you, leave me the fuck alone, will you? "But I'm here to rebuild you," — but I already killed you! "But Shady, we were meant for each other Think about your mother," — yeah, so what of her? "You think about what she did to you and your little brother All them foster homes," — fuck you, motherfucker! I had you beat! — "No, I was playin' possum Remember? I let you watch your little girls blossom I gave you enough time, your soul's mine I'm taking it back," — you fuckin' bitch, why?! "Because I love you, look a little closer Isn't that us on that poster? Ha-ha-ha-ha!" [Chorus: Eminem] I don't ever want you to leave me, my darling You and me were meant to be together, my darling And if I cannot have you, no one can, you're my darling ‘Cause I possess your soul, your mind, your heart and your body I don't ever want you to leave me, my darling You and me were meant to be together, my darling And if I cannot have you, no one can, you're my darling ‘Cause I possess your soul, your mind, your heart and your body [Verse 3: Eminem & Dr. Dre] "Shady, listen! (Shady!) You hear that? They're screaming for you, I can bring your career back!" But I don't want it back — "Yes, you do," — no, I don't "Yes, you do! You're gonna regret it later," — no, I won't "I'ma get Dre on the phone, I'll just call the Doctor" Go ahead, I already talked to Dre yesterday "Well, I got him on the phone right now!" (Slim!) You're lying! (Yo, Slim!) How, why now? What up, Dre? (Check this out, Slim, I gotta talk to you I don't know, it just seems like ever since you got off your Drugs you became a lot softer) But Dre, all Shady is, is a bottle of hair bleach and vodka (Well, just think about it, Slim, I'm here Just hit me back and let me know what's up) — fuck this mirror! "I'm not in the mirror, I'm inside you Let me guide you," — fuck you! Die, you son of a bitch! "Put the gun down!" — bye-bye! Boom! Okay, I'm still alive, — "So am I too! You can't kill a spirit even if you tried to Ha-ha, you sold your soul to me, need I remind you? You remember that night you prayed to God You'd give anything to get a record deal? Well, Dre signed you This is what you wanted your whole life, Marshall, right? Ooh Look at this house, look at these cars: they're so nice, woo! Oh, but you didn't know fame has a price too? That you just now seeing the downside to Lose your best friend from high school, your wife too Ain't even sure if your kids like you Come off tour, can't even sleep at night without NyQuil Become a Valium addict, start a rehab cycle But together we can break the cycle Marshall..." — What?! — "No one's gonna love you like I do" *Chainsaw starting up* [Chorus: Eminem] My darling, I don't ever want you to leave me, my darling You and me were meant to be together, my darling And if I cannot have you no one can, you're my darling ‘Cause I possess your soul, your mind, your heart and your body I don't ever want you to leave me, my darling You and me were meant to be together, my darling And if I cannot have you no one can, you're my darling ‘Cause I possess your soul, your mind, your heart and your body (I said) I don't ever want you to leave me, my darling You and me were meant to be together, my darling And if I cannot have you no one can, you're my darling ‘Cause I possess your soul, your mind, your heart and your body (your body, your body, your body, your body)116

Rap

Dead Homiez

Ice Cube

[Verse 1] Up early in the morning, dressed in black Don't ask why? Cause I'm down in a suit and tie They killed a homie that I went to school with (Damn!) I tell ya life ain't shit to fool with I still hear the screams from his mother While my nigga laid dead in the gutter (Shit!) And it's getting to my temple Why is that the only time black folks get to ride in a limo? It makes me so mad I want to get my sawed-off And have some bodies hauled off But no, I pay my respects and I'm through Hug my crew, (whaddup Cube?) and maybe shed a tear or two Then I wanna get blitzed Grab my 40 ounce and then I reminisce About a brother who had to be the one and only So I dedicate this to my dead homiez [Verse 2] Another homie got murdered on a shakedown {3 gun shots} And his mother is at the funeral, havin' a nervous breakdown Two shots hit him in the face when they blasted {2 gun shots} A framed picture and a closed casket A single file line about 50 cars long All driving slow with they lights on He got a lot of flowers and a big wreath What good is that when you're six feet deep? I look at that shit and gotta think to myself And thank God for my health Cause nobody really ever know it When it's gonna be they family on the front row So I take everything slow, go with the flow And shut my motherfuckin' mouth if I don't know(Word!) Cause that's what Pops told me But I wish he could have said it...to my dead homiez See Ice Cube LiveGet tickets as low as $66You might also like[Verse 3] I remember we painted our names on the wall for fun Now it's "Rest in Peace" after every one Except me, but I ain't the one to front Seems like I'm viewin' a body after every month Plus, I knew him when he was yea big Pour beer on the curb before I take a swig But somethin' ain't right When it's a tragedy, that's the only time that the family's tight Lovin' each other in a caring mood There's lots of people and lots of food They say "Be Strong" and you're tryin' But how strong can you be when you see your Pops cryin'? So that's why Ice Cube's dressed up Because the city is so fuckin' messed up And everybody is so phony Take a little time...to think about your dead homiez6

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All White Everything

Jeezy

[Intro] I got this Shawty Redd Young Jeezy 103 Nigggga (2x) [Hook] I said I'm married to the game She even got a wedding ring Six white cars and I put that on everything White Benz White Porsche White Bent White Range White Vette White brains All White Everything (3x) I'm 'bout to kill 'em this summer I'm doin' All White Everything (repeat) [Verse 1] I Gotta White Bent White Pit Even Gotta White Bitch When I Say White I Mean Whiter Then A Light Switch White This, White That In My White Sox Hat Used to Hide them White Packs Where My White Socks At Nigga Say He Sold White He Tellin A White Lie Never Sold No White And Ain't Neva Seen A White Pie Man I Swear To God I'm Being Followed By A White Guy On Ya Boy Man I Mean Harder than A White Tie White Rolls White Wheels Whiter then Some White Pills White S550 Sittin On Some White Heels Niggas Thinking Furs for the Winter I'm Thinking White Fox Pull Up In The White Ford Dually On Some White Chucks See Jeezy LiveGet tickets as low as $51You might also like[Hook] [Verse 2] I Gotta White Lac, White Lade both got White Suede Big White Crib, Inside Gotta White Maid White Sinks, White Towels, White Rags, White Tiles When I Say White I Mean Whiter than the White House (Yeaahhh!) White Couch, White Pillows, White Candles, White Rugs Since We Talking White Just Know I Had A White Plug White Doors, White Walls Even Got Some White Halls Bathroom Coke White Floors With The White Stall White Man, White Yard, White Trees, White Leaves Go And Get My Mail In A Pair Of White Spike Lees Yall Think I'm Trippin When I Say I Want A White Horse Right inside the 5-9-9 I see the White Porsche [Hook] [Verse 3] I Gotta All White Harley Jet ski Even Match My Boat Man Gettin Them White Boy Checks Ask My White Postman White Socks, White Drawers, Polo White Tee Triple White Turbo..."Ooh I Think She Like Me" Past Right By A White Flash Like What Was That? Niggas Still Wearing Fruity Stones Man Who Does That? White Platinum Gold Rolly With The White Stones Looking Better Then Lisa Raye In A White Thong Somewhere On A White Beach In Some White Sand Playin In A White Bucket Building a White Snowman White Sky, White Clouds, You Say It's A White Day White Sky, White Clouds, I Say It Look Like Yay [Hook]2

Hip-HopRap

Superstar

Lupe Fiasco

[Chorus: Matthew Santos & Lupe Fiasco] If you are what you say you are (Yeah, yeah) A superstar (Gon' say now) Then have no fear, the camera's here (Uh) And the microphones And they wanna know, oh, oh, oh, oh (The return) If you are what you say you are A superstar (Uh-huh) Then have no fear, the crowd is here (Yeah) And the lights are on (Ha) And they want a show, oh, oh, oh, oh, yeah (Free Chilly) [Verse 1: Lupe Fiasco] Yeah, uh, a fresh, cool, young Lu' Tryna cash his microphone check, two-one-two Wanna believe my own hype, but it's too untrue The world brought me to my knees; "What have you brung? You? Did you improve on a design? Did you do something new? Well, your name ain't on the guest list, who brung you? You—the more famous person—you come through And the sexy lady next to you, you come too!" And then it hit me, standing outside of heaven Waiting for God to come and get me: I'm too uncouth Unschooled to the rules and too gumshoe Too much of a newcomer and too uncool Like Shadow and Lavelle, I battle with it well Though I need a holiday like lady who sung blue "Go back, whatever you did, you undo." Heavy as heaven, the devil on me two tons too Ha, ha, ha, ha-ha-ha You might also like[Chorus: Matthew Santos] If you are what you say you are A superstar Then have no fear, the camera's here And the microphones And they wanna know, oh, oh, oh, oh, yeah [Verse 2: Lupe Fiasco] And you better wear your shades The spotlights here can burn holes through the stage Down through the basement, past the Indian graves Where the dinosaurs laid and (Pew!) Out through China, nearly misses airliners Magnified times five, this was pointed at the rhymer Ricochets off the moon and sets the forest ablaze (Woo!) Now, that's important to say 'Cause even with all that, most of us don't want it to fade We want it to braid Meaning we want it to grow, meaning we want it to stay Like the governor called, and he told him to wait Unstrap him from the chair, and put him back in his cage The audience ain't fazed And they ain't gon' clap, and they ain't gon' praise (Uh) They want everything back (Back) that they've paid 'Cause they've been waiting since ten to see the lights get dim Ha, ha, ha, ha-ha-ha [Chorus: Matthew Santos] If you are what you say you are A superstar Then have no fear, the crowd is here And the lights are on And they want a show, oh, oh, oh, oh, yeah [Verse 3: Lupe Fiasco] So, chauffeur, chauffeur, come and take me away 'Cause I've been standing in this line for, like, five whole days Me and security ain't getting along, and when I got to the front They told me all of the tickets were gone So just take me home where the mood is mellow And the roses are thrown, M&M's are yellow And the light bulbs around my mirror don't flicker Everybody gets a nice autograph picture One for you and one for your sister Who had to work tonight but is an avid listener Every song's her favorite song; and mics don't feedback All the reviewers say, "You need to go and see that!" And everybody claps, 'cause everybody is pleased And then, they all take the stage and start performing for me Like, "Ha, ha, ha-ha-ha" "Ha, ha, ha-ha-ha, ha" [Chorus: Matthew Santos & Lupe Fiasco] If you are what you say you are A superstar Then have no fear, the camera's here And the microphones And they wanna know, oh, oh, oh, oh If you are what you say you are A superstar (Superstar) Then have no fear, the crowd is here And the lights are on And they want a show, oh, oh, oh, oh (Yeah) [Outro: Matthew Santos] If you are What you say you are Then have no fear49

Hip-HopRap

Streets on Lock

Jeezy

[Verse 1] These niggas just hating they ain’t talking bout shit I’m a grown ass man, I flip my own bricks I don’t need your help I can own my own dick Ain’t no motherfucker help me write my rhymes Ain’t no nigga pay for my studio time See me at the top and want to claim my fame Nigga took my chain, yeah motherfucking right You better off saying a nigga took my life Want to assassinate my character but I ain’t acting It ain’t adding up so you niggas subtracting B.I.G. said it first: more money more problems The why I see it more problems more money [Hook x2] I got the streets on lock Atlanta on my back I do it for the hood You got a problem with that Real nigga so this rap shit easy, when I speak Theses niggas believe me Cause bitch I’m Jeezy [Verse 2] Eyes wide shut, I don’t see these niggas Cause deep in your heart you want to be me nigga Want to stand in my shoes, want to fuck my hoes Want to live my life, want to rock my shows You young punks with your loose-ass lips I keep an AR with them loose ass clips What type of real nigga name himself after a bag Nigga you’s a ho, a Louis Vuitton fag My name ain’t dick so keep it out your mouth It is what it is look I am the south, that’s right Big Mac you niggas small fries You just another nigga I’m more like the franchise See Jeezy LiveGet tickets as low as $51You might also like[Hook x2] [Verse 3] I was born in the Field raised in Atlanta Pop busted a nut here so I was made in Atlanta Mat Lew died so I stayed in Atlanta Had a plug on the squares got paid in Atlanta Twenty-two’s on the two-door it sits so right Ice tray on my wrist yea it shines so bright Make moves in the day and I ball by night 9/11 Porsche I was on that flight 5’9, 6’1 I call em the twin towers Had them on the triple stack Hit em both in the shower Pedal to the medal bout a buck eighty-five Mr. 17.5 slow head well I drive, whassup [Hook x2]

Hip-HopRap

Affirmative Action

Nas

[Produced by Dave Atkinson & Trackmasters] [Intro: AZ] This is what.. this what they want, huh? This is what it's all about Word, time to take Affirmative Action, son They just don't understand, you kna'mean? Niggas comin' sideways, thinkin' stuff is sweet, man Niggas don't understand the four devils: Lust, envy, hate, jealousy Wicked niggas, man [Verse 1: AZ] Yo, sit back, relax, catch your contact, sip your con-gi-ac And let's all wash this money through this laundromat Sneak attack, the new cats in rap worth top dollar In fact, touch mines and I'll react like a Rottweiler Who could relate? We play for high stakes at gunpoint Catch 'em and break Undress 'em, tie 'em with tape — no escape The Corleone, fettuccine Capone Roam in your own zone, or get kidnapped and clapped in your dome We got it sewn, The Firm art of war is unknown Lower your tone, face it, homicide cases get thrown Aristocrats politickin' daily wit' diplomats See, me, I'm an official mack, Lex Coupe triple black You might also like[Verse 2: Cormega] Criminal thoughts in the blue Porsche My destiny's to be the new boss A nigga Paulie gotta die, he too soft That nigga's dead on a ki of heroin They found his head on the couch wit' his dick in his mouth I put the hit out! Yo! The smoothest killer since Bugsy, bitches love me In Queens where my drugs be, I wear Guess jeans and rugbies Yo, my people from Medina, they will see ya when you re-up Bring your heater, all your C.R.E.A.M. go between us Real shit, my Desert Eagle got a ill grip I chill wit' niggas that hit Dominican spots and steal bricks My red beam made a dread scream and sprayed a Fed team Corleone be turnin' niggas to fiends Yukons and ninja black Lexus 'Mega — the pretty boy with Mafia connections It's The Firm, nigga, set it! [Verse 3: Nas] Yo, my mind is seein' through your design like Blind Fury I shine jewelry, sippin' on crushed grapes, we lust papes And push cakes inside the casket at Just' wake It's sickenin', he just finished biddin' upstate And now the projects is talkin' that somebody-gotta-die shit It's logic, as long as it's nobody that's in my clique My man Smoke know how to expand coke in Mr. Coffee Feds cost me two mill' to get the system off me Life's a bitch, but God forbid the bitch divorce me I'd be flooded with ice, so Hell fire can't scorch me Cuban cigars, meetin' Foxy at Demars, movin' cars Your top papi Señor Escobar [Verse 4: Foxy Brown] In the black Camaro, Firm deep All my niggas hail the blackest sparrow Wallabee's be the apparel Through the darkest tunnel I got visions of multi millions in the biggest bundle In a Lex pushed by my nigga Jungle E-Moneybags got Moët Chandon Bundle of 62 They ain't got a clue what we about to do My whole team, we shittin' hard like Czar Sosa, Foxy Brown, Cormega and Escobar I keep a phat marquess piece, laced in all the illest snake skin Armani sweaters, Carolina Herrera Be The Firm, baby! From BK to the 'Bridge, my nigga Wiz Operation Firm Biz, so what the deal is? I keep a phat jew-el, sippin' Cristy Sittin' on top of fifty grand in the Nautica Van, uh! We stay incogni' like all them thug niggas in Marcy The gods — they praise Allah with visions of Gandhi Bet it on my whole crew is Don Juan On Cayman Island with a case of Cristal And Baba Shallah spoke Nigga with them Cubans that snort coke Raw though, an ounce mixed with leak, that's pure though Flippin' the bigger picture The bigger nigga with the cheddar was mad dripper He had a fuckin' villa in Manilla We gotta flee to Panama But wait, it's half-and-half, ki's is one and two-fifth, so how we flip? 32 grams raw, chop it in half, get 16 Double it, times 3 We got 48, which mean a whole lot of C.R.E.A.M Divide the profit by 4, subtract it by 8, we back to 16 Now add the other 2 that 'Mega bringin' through So let's see, if we flip this other ki, then that's more for me Mad coke and mad leak Plus a 500 cut in half is 250 Now triple that — times 3, we got three quarters of another ki [Outro: Foxy Brown] The Firm, baby, Vol. 1, uh!38

Hip-Hop

Sex Room

Ludacris

[Intro: Trey Songz] Welcome to my sex room Sex room, room, oh, oh, oh Welcome to my sex room, room [Verse 1: Ludacris] Hah, welcome to my little sanctuary You been lookin' so good all day And you really got a nigga pretty anxious ba-by Better call your boss, tell him that your daddy's home Take a couple days off and take it off And leave nothin' but yo' T-shirt and your panties on Feelin' high but I'm hung real low, lookin' sorta like a tri-pod So power down your cell phone, and power up your iPod Power down your inhibitions, and power up your inner freak Yes, yeah fuck, is the only words that you finna speak It's about to get real X-rated, can you handle what I'm 'bout to do? But enough about me, let me think should I be worryin' about if I can handle you? Damn right I'ma get that thang and I'ma put my name on it All night I'ma whip that thang, Allstate better put a claim on it I claim my territory, my tongue finna mark you up You could be my firecracker, my tongue finna spark you up Get ready for blast-off, waterfalls gon' splash off You might lose around four or five pounds so get ready to sweat your ass off [Chorus: Trey Songz] Welcome to my sex room, where your body meets my body It's our private afterparty, if you want it girl I got it In my sex room, candles and the pole Sex your body to your soul, from the bed down to the floor Sex room, mirrors in the headboard Even got a camcord', baby, won't you dance In my sex room, where your body meets my body It's our private afterparty, if you want it girl, I got it In my sex room See Ludacris LiveGet tickets as low as $37You might also like[Verse 2: Ludacris & Trey Songz] Let the candles burn (Room, room), I'ma turn these lights down (oh, oh, oh) And when your body gets hot, it'll get you licked up, and iced down (In my sex room) Nipples hard as rocks (Room, room), lips as soft as cotton (Oh, oh, oh) You the apple of my eye, and I got you spoiled rotten I'ma get my video camera, let's make a movie baby You the star, so as soon as I press record, you gots to do me baby You could stare all in the mirror, take a peak at how good you lookin' I'ma have your body smokin', take a look at what Luda's cookin' My arm underneath your leg, legs all behind your head is how I gots to getcha Right hand, left hand on red in the bed like we been playin' Twister Now I got you tangled up, and you caught all in my web Should I let you loose? Nah, I think I'll get the blindfold instead You better get a couple towels baby 'cause we about to slip and slide You don't ever need a horse or a saddle, I'ma give you this dick to ride I'ma grant your every wish, and fulfill your fantasy Ain't nobody else allowed in the sex room, it's only you and me [Chorus: Trey Songz] Welcome to my sex room, where your body meets my body It's our private afterparty, if you want it girl I got it In my sex room, candles and the pole Sex your body to your soul, from the bed down to the floor Sex room, mirrors in the headboard Even got a camcord', baby, won't you dance In my sex room, where your body meets my body It's our private afterparty, if you want it girl, I got it [Verse 3: Trey Songz] Listenin' to what your body say, we can do it every other kind of way Hit it in the sun, up in the shade, tell me what it is, I got you babe Baby, let's hop up in the shower, baby, let me snatch up off that towel Let me get a vowel, I-O-U, so I-E-U mean I eat you (To my sex, to my sex) Come into this room (To my sex, to my sex) you know what I'ma do (To my sex, to my sex) Grab my body tight, don't let me go How you wanna ride? Just let me know In my sex room, (oh) room, room, oh, oh, oh Know that I want it, legs in air (To my sex, to my sex) With your toes pointed So, baby [Chorus: Trey Songz] Welcome to my sex room, where your body meets my body It's our private afterparty, if you want it girl I got it In my sex room, candles and the pole Sex your body to your soul, from the bed down to the floor Sex room, mirrors in the headboard Even got a camcord', baby, won't you dance In my sex room, where your body meets my body It's our private afterparty, if you want it girl, I got it In my sex room [Outro: Trey Songz] Sex room, room, oh, oh, oh I got it right here In my sex room Sex room, room, oh, oh, oh4

Hip-HopRap

Hate Me Now

Nas

[Produced by D Moet, Pretty Boy & Trackmasters] [Intro: Nas & Puff Daddy] Escobar Season has returned It's been a long time, been a long time comin' It's life or death for me now But you know, there's no turnin' back now This is what makes me, this is what I am Feel me? Let's go [Chorus 1: Puff Daddy & Nas] You can hate me now (Q.B.) But I won't stop now (Real niggas) 'Cause I can't stop now (Bravehearts) You can hate me now (C'mon) But I won't stop now (Uh) 'Cause I can't stop now You can hate me now You can hate me now [Ad-libs over Chorus: Puff Daddy] Well, you hate me, I'm gon' hate you too It's as simple as that Die motherfucker, die motherfucker, die! You don't give a fuck, I don't give a fuck Go down any way you want it to go down You might also like[Interlude: Puff Daddy & Nas] Do it now Weak, jealous motherfuckers! Do it now, do it now [Verse 1: Nas & Puff Daddy] Don't hate me, hate the money I see (Yeah), clothes that I buy (Uh-huh) Ice that I wear, flows that I try (C'mon) Close your eyes (That's right), picture me rollin', Sixes, money foldin' Bitches, honeys that swollen to riches, Nas get in ya Most critically acclaimed Pulitzer Prize winner Best storyteller, thug narrator, my style's greater (You the best, that's right) Model dater, big threat to a lot of you haters (Haha) Commentators ringside try watchin' my paper (Watch this) Almost a decade, quite impressive Most of the best is in the essence for this rap shit that I stand for Expandin' more to the big screen, Bill Gates dreams But it seems you'd rather see me in jail with state greens (Hah, picture that) Want me off the scene fast, but good things last Like your favourite MC still makin' some mean cash First rapper to bring a platinum plaque back to the projects But you still wanna hate, be my guest, I suggest [Interlude: Puff Daddy & Nas] Money is power, motherfucker! I got millions of thugs on salary Do it now! [Chorus 2: Puff Daddy & Nas] You can hate me now (I won't stop) But I won't stop now (I can't stop) 'Cause I can't stop now (Now) (You can hate me) You can hate me now (Do it now) (I hate you too) But I won't stop now (C'mon) (You can hate me now) 'Cause I can't stop now (C'mon) You can hate me now (Do it now) (You can hate me now) You can hate me now [Interlude: Nas & Puff Daddy] Do it now! I told you, do it now! Let's go [Verse 2: Nas] You wanna hate me, then hate me; what can I do But keep gettin' money? Funny, I was just like you I had to hustle hard, never give up, until I made it Now y'all sayin': "That's a clever nigga, nothin' to play with." Hate on me, I blew but I'm the same OG People warned me: "When you on top there's envy" Took my niggas out the hood, but you doubt on us Sayin' we left the hood but can't get it out of us My bad, should I step out my shoes, give 'em to you? Here's my cars and my house, you can live in that too Criticize when I flow for the street, hate my dress code Gucci this, Fendi that – what you expect, hoe? Nickname Esco, took this game to its threshold Best flow, I bet the whole U.S. know Try to make it like you the realest, but who the illest? Think we all know the answer to that, 'cause niggas feel this, right? [Interlude: Puff Daddy & Nas] You think I'ma come this far And let you niggas stop me now? I hate you too! (Do it now!) [Chorus 2: Puff Daddy] You can hate me now (I won't stop) But I won't stop now (Now) (I can't stop) 'Cause I can't stop now (Do it now) (You can hate me) You can hate me now (C'mon) (I hate you too) But I won't stop now (Uh) (You can hate me now) 'Cause I can't stop now (Uh, uh) You can hate me now (Do it now) (You can hate me now) You can hate me now (Do it now) [Interlude: Puff Daddy] I like this, I like the way this feels (Let's go) [Verse 3: Nas & Puff Daddy] It's a thin line between paper and hate Friends and snakes, nine milli's and thirty-eights Hell or the Pearly Gates; I was destined to come Predicted, blame God, he blew breath in my lungs Second to none, wicked turn wives to widows (Yeah) Shoot through satin pillows, the desolate one (Right) Took a little time to claim my spot Jammin' up the border to this game stop, and I side with the Lord (Uh) Ride for the cause while drivin' niggas shot at my doors (That's right) Plottin' I'm sure, to catch me with they Glocks to my jaws Tried stickin' me up, but I flipped on these ducks (You tried?) Instead of me, ambulances were pickin' 'em up (That's what you hate) Niggas fear what they don't understand Hate what they can't conquer, guess it's just inferior man Became a monster, on top of the world, never fallin' I'm as real as they come, from day one, forever ballin', c'mon! [Interlude: Puff Daddy & Nas] (Yeah) (It won't stop) You ain't never seen a nigga like me (It won't stop) ever in your life (You can hate me) (Never!) And that's what you can't understand! [Chorus 2: Puff Daddy & Nas] You can hate me now (C'mon) (I won't stop) But I won't stop now (I can't stop) 'Cause I can't stop now (Do it now, do it now) (You can hate me) You can hate me now (Do it now, do it now, niggas) (I hate you too) But I won't stop now (C'mon) (You can hate me now) 'Cause I can't stop now (Hate me now) You can hate me now (You can hate me now) (Hate me now) You can hate me now (You can hate me now) (C'mon, niggas!) [Outro: Puff Daddy & Nas] You can hate me now (C'mon, niggas!) (You can hate me now) But I won't stop now (Do it now! Get this shit over with!) (I won't stop now) It ain't gon' never stop, niggas! (It can't stop...)42

Hip-Hop

Surviving The Times

Nas

[Intro] But that's the whole, tragic, point my friends! What would I do if I could suddenly feel And to know once again that what I feel is real? I could cry, I could smile I might lay back for a while Tell me what, what, what would I do if I could feel? [Verse 1] I was young, I was survivin' the times Waitin' for my moment, I was destined to shine Little Ray had an NSX, I was hopin' I'm next Wantin' bracelets, never hada rope on my neck Unless I was holdin' Taiyeh chain – Rest In Peace Even though that night you flipped on us, you warned us If you came back and we still on the corners, we goners Movin' on to move your arm in your watch To another time on the block ‘Cause this 40 Side where they say shorty rhyme Tragedy, he used to come through all the time I'm talkin' Juice Crew, not what the word define He had a sister named Erin, for sure was fine That was my first crush, I bought my first mic I wrote my first verse, I was about nine I was about mine, fantasize house buyin' Met Paul, he wore some big glasses Him and Melquan took me where G Rap lived I was happy just gettin' some answers I ain't even know what a record advance was I'm seein' hoes sex in the studio bathroom With rap dudes, thinkin', "Wow, she moved me!" Same girl then right now's a groupie Back then she was like the star in a movie Large jewelry and expensive Gucci Next stop, Paid In Full posse recruits me Knew they were some millionaires, their ropes were dookie Eric B man lookin' like touch it, he shoot me You see, every time Ra didn't show I get to record demos at attempts to blow I wonder, could they tell? How did they know? Sixteen years later, here I go You might also like[Chorus: Nipsey Russell] "What-what, what-what, what would I do?" "What-what, what-what, what would I do?" "What-what, what-what, what would I do?" "What-what, what-what, what would I do?" [Verse 2] I'm with Akinyele in the street, tryin' to get us a deal G Rap tried to get us to sign to Cold Chill But Fly Ty didn't have the contract we wanted Clark Kent just signed Das, he didn't want us Russell said I sounded like G, the nigga fronted Reef and Matty C offered me a little money Shit a little funny, feel a little laughter Rebel of Hip-Hop comin' through a white rapper My boy MC Serch, nevertheless Took me to Columbia, back then CBS Chris Schwartz, RuffHouse, he was the best man Now buggin' because the label had just dropped Def Jam Could you picture Russell needin' a check, man? But he smart, he plotted a plan for Polygram Life is ill, again life's a movie Then the roster's Cypress Hill, Nas and Fugees Before I sold records, no promotion The rap world like, "What's all this commotion?" Went plat, mad bottles I'm toastin' 20/20 hindsight, but how did they know then? [Chorus: Nipsey Russell] "What-what, what-what, what would I do?" "What-what, what-what, what would I do?" "What-what, what-what, what would I do?" "What-what, what-what, what would I do?" [Verse 3] Invincible, lyrical, miracle man, huh Uh, but back to the matter at hand ‘Cause 10 years ago we all strived to be 25 Some cats didn't make it alive Dated some stars but respect their privacy Copped mad cars, layin' back in the driver's seat Held myself down, just steerin' the wheel Here I am, completed my whole record deal [Chorus: Nipsey Russell] "What-what, what-what, what would I do?" "What-what, what-what, what would I do?" "What-what, what-what, what would I do?" "What-what, what-what, what would I do?" [Outro] What would I do If I could reach inside of me And to know how it feels To say I like what I see?15

Hip-Hop

Just Don’t Give a Fuck

Eminem

[Produced by Jeff Bass] [Intro: Frogg] Woah, a-get yo' hands in the air And get to clappin' 'em and, like, back and forth Because a-this is what you thought it wasn't It be's the brothers representin' the Dirty Dozen I be the F-R-O, the double G And check out my man, he goes by the name of, um, er- [Verse 1: Eminem] Slim Shady, brain dead like Jim Brady I'm a M-80, you little like that Kim lady I'm buzzin', Dirty Dozen, naughty rotten rhymer Cursin' at you players worse than Marty Schottenheimer You wacker than the motherfucker you bit yo' style from You ain't gon' sell two copies if you press a double album Admit it, fuck it, while we comin' out in the open I'm doin' acid, crack, smack, coke, and smokin' dope then My name is Marshall Mathers, I'm an alcoholic (Hi, Marshall) I have a disease and they don't know what to call it Better hide your wallet 'cause I'm comin' up quick to strip yo' cash Bought a ticket to yo' concert just to come and whip yo' ass Bitch, I'm comin' out swingin' so fast it'll make yo' eyes spin You gettin' knocked the fuck out like Mike Tyson (Pssh) The proof is in the puddin', just ask DeShaun Holton I'll slit yo' motherfuckin' throat worse than Ron Goldman You might also like[Chorus: Eminem] So when you see me on yo' block with two Glocks Screamin', "Fuck the world" like 2Pac (I just don't give a fuck) Talkin' that shit behind my back, dirty mackin' Tellin' your boys that I'm on crack (I just don't give a fuck) So put my tape back on the rack, go run and tell your friends My shit is wack (I just don't give a fuck) But see me on the street and duck 'Cause you gon' get stuck, stoned, and snuffed ('Cause I just don't give a fuck) [Verse 2: Eminem] I'm nicer than Pete, but I'm on a search to crush a milkbone I'm everlastin', I melt vanilla ice like silicone I'm ill enough to just straight up diss you for no reason I'm colder than snow season when it's 20 below freezin' Flavor with no seasoning, this is the sneak preview I'll diss yo' magazine and still won't get a weak review I'll make yo' freak leave you, smell the Folgers crystals This is lyrical combat, gentlemen, hold your pistols But I form like Voltron and blast you with my shoulder missiles Slim Shady, M&M was the old initials (Bye-bye) Extortion, snortin', supportin' abortion Pathological liar, blowin' shit outta proportion The looniest, zaniest, spontaneous, sporadic Impulsive thinker, compulsive drinker, addict Half animal, half man Dumpin' yo' dead body inside of a fuckin' trash can With more holes than an afghan [Chorus: Eminem] So when you see me on yo' block with two Glocks Screamin', "Fuck the world" like 2Pac (I just don't give a fuck) Talkin' that shit behind my back, dirty mackin' Tellin' your boys that I'm on crack (I just don't give a fuck) So put my tape back on the rack, go run and tell your friends My shit is wack (I just don't give a fuck) But see me on the street and duck 'Cause you finna get stuck, stoned, and snuffed ('Cause I just don't give a fuck) [Verse 3: Eminem] Somebody let me out this limousine (Hey, let me out) I'm a caged demon On stage screamin' like Rage Against the Machine I'm convinced I'm a fiend Shootin' up while this record is spinnin' Clinically brain-dead, I don't need a second opinion Fuck droppin' a jewel, I'm flippin' a sacred treasure I'll bite yo' motherfuckin' style just to make it fresher I can't take the pressure, I'm sick of bitches Sick of naggin' bosses bitchin' while I'm washin' dishes In school, I never said much, too busy havin' a head rush Doin' too much rush, had my face flushed like red blush Then I went to Jim Beam, that's when my face grayed Went to gym in eighth grade, ***** the women's swim team Don't take me for a joke, I'm no comedian Too many mental problems got me snortin' coke and smokin' weed again I'm goin' up over the curb, drivin' on the median Finally made it home but I don't got the key to get in [Chorus: Eminem] So when you see me on yo' block with two Glocks Screamin', "Fuck the world" like 2Pac (I just don't give a fuck) Talkin' that shit behind my back, dirty mackin' Tellin' your boys that I'm on crack (I just don't give a fuck) So put my tape back on the rack, go run and tell your friends My shit is wack (I just don't give a fuck) But see me on the street and duck 'Cause you finna get stuck, stoned, and snuffed ('Cause I just don't give a fuck) [Outro: Eminem] (Shit, fuck everybody) Outsiderz, Pacewon, Young Zee (Fuck the entire world) D.U157

Rap

Still Don’t Give a Fuck

Eminem

[Produced by Bass Brothers] [Intro] A lot of people ask me, am I afraid of death? Hell yeah, I'm afraid of death I don't want to die yet A lot of people think that I worship the Devil That I do all types of retarded shit Look, I can't change the way I think And I can't change the way I am But if I offended you, good 'Cause I still don't give a fuck [Verse 1] I'm zonin' off of one joint, stoppin' the limo Hopped in the window, shoppin' a demo at gunpoint A lyricist without a clue, what year is this? Fuck a needle, here's a sword, body pierce with this Livin' amuck, never givin' a fuck Give me the keys, I'm drunk, and I've never driven a truck But I smoke dope in the cab I'll stab you with the sharpest knife I can grab Come back the next week and re-open your scab (Yeah) A killer instinct runs in the blood Emptyin' full clips and buryin' guns in the mud I've calmed down now, I was heavy once into drugs I could walk around straight for two months with a buzz My brain's gone, my soul's worn, my spirit is torn The rest of my body's still bein' operated on I'm ducked the fuck down while I'm writin' this rhyme 'Cause I'm probably gonna get struck with lightnin' this time You might also like[Chorus] For all the weed that I've smoked, yo, this blunt's for you To all the people I've offended, yeah, fuck you too To all the friends I used to have, I miss my past But the rest of you assholes can kiss my ass For all the drugs that I've done, yo, I'm still gon' do To all the people I've offended, yeah, fuck you too For every time I reminisce, yo, I miss my past But I still don't give a fuck, y'all can kiss my ass [Verse 2] I walked into a gunfight with a knife to kill you And cut you so fast, when your blood spilled, it was still blue I'll hang you 'til you dangle, and chain you with both ankles And pull you apart from both angles I wanna crush your skull 'til your brains leak out of your veins And bust open like broken water mains So tell Saddam not to bother with makin' another bomb 'Cause I'm crushin' the whole world in my palm Got your girl on my arm, and I'm armed with a firearm So big my entire arm is a giant firebomb Buy your mom a shirt with a Slim Shady iron-on And the pants to match ("Here, Momma, try 'em on") I get imaginative with a mouth full of adjectives A brain full of adverbs, and a box full of laxatives (Shittin' on rappers) Causing hospital accidents God help me, before I commit some irresponsible acts again [Chorus] For all the weed that I've smoked, yo, this blunt's for you To all the people I've offended, yeah, fuck you too For all the friends I used to have, I miss my past But the rest of you assholes can kiss my ass For all the drugs that I've done, yo, I'm still gon' do To all the people I've offended, yeah, fuck you too For every time I reminisce, yo, I miss my past But I still don't give a fuck, y'all can kiss my ass [Verse 3] I wanted an album so rugged nobody could touch it Spent a million a track and went over my budget (Oh shit) Now, how in the fuck am I supposed to get out of debt? I can't rap anymore, I just murdered the alphabet Drug sickness got me doin' some bugged twitches I'm withdrawin' from crack so bad my blood itches I don't rap to get the women, fuck bitches Give me a fat slut that cooks and does dishes Never ran with a clique, I'm a posse Kamikaze, strappin' a motherfuckin' bomb across me From the second I was born, my momma lost me I'm a cross between Manson, Esham and Ozzy I don't know why the fuck I'm here in the first place My worst day on this Earth was my first birthday Retarded? What did that nurse say? Brain damage? Fuck, I was born durin' an earthquake [Chorus] For all the weed that I've smoked, yo, this blunt's for you To all the people I've offended, yeah, fuck you too To all the friends I used to have, yo, I miss my past But the rest of you assholes can kiss my ass For all the drugs that I've done, yo, I'm still gon' do To all the people I've offended, yeah, fuck you too For every time I reminisce, I miss my past But I still don't give a fuck, y'all can kiss my ass72

Rap

Bully

Eminem

[Intro] Yo, check it out It's fucked up 'Cause I don't see either one of us budging [Verse 1] "I'm withholdin' my anger though I'd like to be the strangler Of this punk ass little pussy's puny neck It's my right to insist that he acknowledge my existence But he just displays complete lack of respect" That's what he says to himself as he uses his magazines to trash me As he sits with both his feet up at his desk Smokes a bag of his weed and starts imaginin' things And he just can't see that he's manically depressed And in his jealousy and envy, it just whirls him in a frenzy As he turns on MTV and sees my face He don't exist in this world so he just twists and he twirls Spirals and spins 'til he hurls himself into a rage And it's destroyin' him slowly 'cause he does not even know me Even though he sees me everywhere he goes So he just tortures himself, he has no fortune and wealth So he extorts someone else to get his dough And now he's actin' like a bully so he tries to push and pull me But he knows that he can't fool me so he's mad And he has no choice but to scream and raise his voice up at me 'Cause it annoys him to see that I ain't scared You might also like[Chorus] You ain't no motherfuckin' bully And I ain't bowin' to no motherfuckin' bully I won't allow it, ain't gon' cower to no bully I'll be damned if I don't stand up to a bully Fight like a man and throw my hands up to a bully And I know it must be fuckin' wit' you emotionally [Verse 2] Now I'm not tryin' to make no more enemies, no more unfortunately There's so many other motherfuckers there just are They just keep houndin' at me now that I'm down with 50 Suddenly now I got beef with this faggot Ja (Ha-ha-ha-ha) But his ass is such a puppet, Irv could shove his whole hand up it And just make him say what he wants him to say But Suge has Irv on a string and Irv's so nervous that he Says anything to this man to keep him at bay So now Ja thinks that he's so tough and Murder Inc.'s the big bad wolf And they go huff and puff and blow our label down But our building's made out of bricks so you ain't takin' out shit,, And dawg you just did a song with Bobby Brown, So now you try to pull the race card and it backfires in your face hard 'Cause you know we don't play that black and white shit Plus the stylist you fucked when you was ecstasied up Was just a man who's dressed up as a white bitch, [Chorus] You ain't no motherfuckin' bully And I ain't bowin' to no motherfuckin' bully I won't allow it, ain't gon' cower to no bully I'll be damned if I don't stand up to a bully Fight like a man and throw my hands up to a bully You must be takin' too much E [Verse 3] Now what bothers me the most about hip-hop is we're so close To pickin' up where we left off with Big and Pac We just lost Jam Master J, Big L got blasted away Plus we lost Bugz, Slang Ton, and Freaky Tah It's like a never-ending cycle that just seems to come full circle Everybody's gotta be so fuckin' hard And I'm not excludin' myself 'cause I been stupid as well I been known to lose it when someone says something smart But as we grow as men, we learn to let shit go, but then again There's only so much bullshit we can really stand We all got reps to uphold when someone steps on our toes It's no exception, it goes for every man But if Irv really gave a fuck about Ja like he claims he does He'd wake him up and make his boy get off them drugs But he just keeps feedin' him pills so if that E doesn't kill him Someone from G-Unit will and I ain't buzzed Dawg, I'm talkin' to you straight if the situation escalates Any worse, we're gonna lose another soldier to this game And if I get killed for this rap, I got a million in cash That says I will get you back in Hailie's name [Chorus] You ain't no motherfuckin' bully And I ain't bowin' to no motherfuckin' bully I won't allow it, ain't gon' cower to no bully I'll be damned if I don't stand up to a bully Fight like a man and throw my hands up to a bully Irvine, get your boy off of that E [Outro] Get at me, dawg Holla54

Rap

One Day At A Time [Em’s Version]

2Pac

[Verse 1: 2Pac] Sometimes it's hard to wake up in the morning Mind full of demons, I don't wanna hear 'em anymore Got me heartbroken, fine, so many babies screamin' ‘Cause they seeing destruction before they see a human bein' So they start smokin' weed, we'll never get our day Until we learn to pray, keep our families in shape ‘Cause they all broken, why do ghetto birds die Before we learn to fly? Somebody else's child Caught in gun smoke and we, can all make a change So I'm told, but I haven't seen the change unfold I'll keep hoping, please, if you prefer to breathe Communities in need of people that will lead Keep your eyes open, I can only say I'll try Until the day I die, I promise to be wise With my heart open, greed brings only misery A way to tragedy, so I stay sucker free Only a few chosen rise, my ghetto queens rise Don't be afraid to try, too many of us die For the door to open wide, my brothers speak wise Stay focused on the prize, though everybody dies [Verse 2: Eminem] We can only learn to take, our anger and our hate Control our mental states, settle down and set it straight Maybe we can learn to take a second to pump our brakes Before we said it, regret it later and let it escalate ‘Cause by then it's just too late, there's so much we can take And there's only so much someone can swallow and tolerate To the point that he just breaks, snaps, and it's all it takes You think that we was learnin' from other rappers' mistakes But we ain't, its grain to go against With every artist comes the image he portrays And the picture that he paints But in the midst of all this anger and this angst Never once did you hear me say I'm a gangster And I ain't hear no complaints But I know that I will always continue to grow As long as I lead, and never follow in no one else's shadow There will never be another me, and that I can guarantee That's why the fuck I remain sucker free To this day, the game will never be the same No matter how much fame and success they attain There will never be another me And no matter what they do, there will never be another you You can search, but you'll never find You can try to rewind time, but in your hearts and your minds We will never die, we are forever alive And we continue growin', one day at a time You might also like[Verse 3: Young Noble] Don't get caught in the publicity and caught in the hype Rappers are regular people minus money and lights Searchin' for fortune and fame and superstardom All the jewelry, all the cars, whose crew's the hardest There's not a hip-hop police, the villains is watchin' And the kids think beef is they only option Outlawz born filthy, guilty as charged My memories of Kadaf' while Makaveli lives on You think the industry is fun, ain't no pity with guns And when your money is up, that's when your enemies come So if he died and came back, would he try to save rap? We needin' a change, the drama remains the same [Verse 4: Hussein Fatal] I spend my whole life fightin' myself That I can't win, so I'm invitin' some help And every now and then, I take rights from the left I'm still, just like a kid, lookin' for stripes on my belt Yeah, and that there is a fight in itself So I just pray and hope God, take a like to myself No matter how much I try to stay alive I'ma die a man, still standin' and in love with my pride [Verse 5: E.D.I. Mean] Heard frivolous beats, we past that I'm tryin' to keep some income coming in And collect on my ASCAP The rappers in the game ain't changed (No) And I finally realize that we're not in the same game The hatin' will never end, so I guess I'll deal with it Them .45's will pop killas, yes, I'm still with it The streets is military, you gotta be a soldier Gotta stay leery, and keep your eyes on the rollers They do what they gotta do to shackle and hold us So we gotta do what we gotta do to keep rollin' One way at a time, keep the faith in your mind And we continue growin', one day at a time, damn17

Gangsta Rap

Say What’s Real

Drake

[Verse: Drake] Why do I feel so alone? Like everybody passing through the studio Is in character as if he acting out a movie role Talking bullshit as if it was for you to know And I don't have the heart To give these bitch niggas the cue to go So they stick around kicking out feedback And I entertain it as if I need that I had a talk with my uncle and he agreed that My privacy about the only thing I need back, but It's hard to think of them polite flows When Stefano Pilati suits are your night clothes And Jordan sweat suits are your flight clothes And you still make it even when they say your flight closed Eyes hurting from the camera phone light shows Life was so full, now this shit just being lipo'd Always said I'd say it all on the right track But in this game you only lose when you fight back Black diamond bracelets, showing you the basics I can't live and hold the camera, someone gotta tape this And make hits like a bitch that's married, I ain't miss 24 hours from greatness, I'm that close Don't ever forget the moment you began to doubt Transitioning from fitting in to standing out Los Angeles Cabanas or Atlanta South Watchin' Hov's show, embarrassed to pull my camera out And my mother embarrassed to pull my Phantom out So I park about five houses down She say I shouldn't have it until I have the crown But I don't wanna feel the need to wear disguises around So she wonder where my mind is, accounts in the minus But yet I'm rolling round the fuckin' city like your highness Got niggas reactin' without a sinus 'Cause what I'm working with is timeless And promoters try to get me out to they club And say I have fun but I can't imagine how 'Cause I just seen my ex-girl, standing with my next girl Standing with the girl that I'm fuckin' right now And shit could get weird unless they all down And so I stay clear, we from a small town And everybody talks and everybody listen And somehow the truth just always comes up missing I've always been something that these labels can't buy Especially if they tryin' to take a piece of my soul And Sylvia be tellin' Tez, "Damn, Drake fly" And he just be like, "Silly motherfucker, I know That was your bad, how could you pass up on 'em? He just take them records and he gas up on 'em Wayne will prolly put a million cash up on 'em Surprised no one ever put your ass up on 'em" Oh, they did, Po, at least they tried to And that's what happen when you spitting what's inside you But slip up and shoot the wrong fucking video And they think they can market you however they decide to Nah, but 40 told me to do me And don't listen to anybody that knew me 'Cause to have known me would mean that there's a new me And if you think I changed in the slightest, coulda fooled me Boy, and to my city I'm the 2-3 Drug dealers live vicariously through me I quit school and it's not because I'm lazy I'm just not the social type and campus life is crazy Understand, I could get money with my eyes closed Lost some of my hottest verses down in Cabo So if you find a Blackberry with the side scroll Sell that mothafucka to any rapper that I know 'Cause they need it much more than I ever will I got new shit, I'm gettin' better still Little niggas put my name in they verses 'Cause they girlfriend put my ass on a pedestal Future said, "'Cause this 'Ye shit, you better kill" And I think this got this Making-of-a-Legend feel Problem with these other niggas, they ain't never real See Drake LiveGet tickets as low as $50You might also like[Outro] Yeah, that's all I can say25

Hip-HopRap

Go Hard

DJ Khaled

[Intro: Kanye West, DJ Khaled & T-Pain] Ayy, we go by The Runners I think it's time for me to go hard as the hood I'm from, ayy DJ Khaled, We The Best (Go hard!) I think it's time for me to go hard as the hood I'm from, ayy I'm goin' in, I'm goin' in I do it for the hood, cause the hood told me I should (Go hard!) I think it's time for me to go hard as the hood I'm from, ayy If you rep your hood, and you goin' hard If they hatin' on you, don't stress Tell them niggas that we the best (Go, go, go hard!) I think it's time for me to go hard as the hood I'm from, ayy Fuck nigga, you can't stop this! Fuck the rest, we run this game, Kanye West, Khaled and Pain [Chorus: T-Pain] Hey, if you could, you would get rid of me What you gon' do when a nigga gotta go hard? But I won't let you get to me (To me) You should already figure I'ma go hard If you was as real as me You would never let another nigga step in yo' yard Makin' money ain't shit to me This is in my veins and it gets to my heart So I am (Hard) I will (Hard) I gots to go (Go hard) You got another way to live, I gots to go hard (Go hard) I am gettin' it in until the end I gotta go (Go) go (Go) go (Go) go (Go hard) You might also like[Verse 1: Kanye West] I go the hardest, flow so retard I'm disgusted with myself, I mean, ugh, where do I start? First I spin around and vomit, then I shit up on it Fuck the beat up so bad, won't nobody get up on it I flow sick, nigga how sick? Seasick Got your hand out, don't look at me bitch You lookin' at who made me rich You lookin' at who made me rich I had some wins, some losses Just a life of a God damn boss's With the top off, lookin' for a girl With a ass as fat as Tracee Ross's This is dope as it get, dope as a motherfuckin' acid trip Fly as fifty-seven passengers, this finna be another classic, bitch Everybody know I got it, if you want it then get at it But I ain't gon' have it, no, I ain't gon' have it [Chorus: T-Pain] Hey, if you could, you would get rid of me What you gon' do when a nigga gotta go hard? But I won't let you get to me (To me) You should already figure I'ma go hard If you was as real as me You would never let another nigga step in yo' yard Makin' money ain't shit to me This is in my veins and it gets to my heart So I am (Hard) I will (Hard) I gots to go (Go hard) You got another way to live, I gots to go hard (Go hard) I am gettin' it in until the end I gotta go (Go) go (Go) go (Go) go (Go hard) [Verse 2: Kanye West] I ain't ever been scurred Never been the type to bite my words When I came up, y'all gave me shit Now I'm finna make y'all eat them turds Always said what the fuck I felt Go head, spit that murder I wrote Man I don't care 'bout what you felt Fuck you nigga, I know I'm dope Felt like I'm comin' to get my all Felt like I had to play the fly on the wall Felt like niggas was stuntin' on me Funny how I'm flyer than them all Now I'm at the top, ain't nowhere to go now Instead of me, she gon' go down Maybe I would have slowed down If I knew what I know now I'm stupid, yeah I know I'm dumb This could fuckin get old, well it's good I'm young Before my heart get cold as the hood I'm from Tell me what it take to be number one I guess it's gon' be what it's gon' be But here's one thing y'all got to hear I'ma tell you like George Bush told me Fuck y'all niggas, I'm out of here [Chorus: T-Pain] Hey, if you could, you would get rid of me What you gon' do when a nigga gotta go hard? But I won't let you get to me (To me) You should already figure I'ma go hard If you was as real as me You would never let another nigga step in yo' yard Makin' money ain't shit to me This is in my veins and it gets to my heart So I am (Hard) I will (Hard) I gots to go (Go hard) You got another way to live, I gots to go hard (Go hard) I am gettin' it in until the end I gotta go (Go) go (Go) go (Go) go (Go hard) [Interlude: Kanye West & DJ Khaled] I think it's time for me to go hard as the hood I'm from, ayy I'm going in, I'm going in I think it's time for me to go hard as the hood I'm from, ayy I go hard for the hood, I go hard for the streets I think it's time for me to go hard as the hood I'm from, ayy I go hard for the ghetto, Kanye West, T-Pain, DJ Khaled I think it's time for me to go hard as the hood I'm from, ayy We The Best, we won't stop, we can't stop, We Global [Chorus: T-Pain] Hey, if you could, you would get rid of me What you gon' do when a nigga gotta go hard? But I won't let you get to me (To me) You should already figure I'ma go hard If you was as real as me You would never let another nigga step in yo' yard Makin' money ain't shit to me This is in my veins and it gets to my heart So I am (Hard) I will (Hard) I gots to go (Go hard) You got another way to live, I gots to go hard (Go hard) I am gettin' it in until the end I gotta go (Go) go (Go) go (Go) go (Go hard)10

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Wavin’ Flag

K’naan

[Intro] When I get older I will be stronger They'll call me freedom, just like a wavin' flag [Chorus] When I get older, I will be stronger They'll call me freedom just like a wavin' flag And then it goes back, and then it goes back And then it goes back, oh [Verse 1] Born to a throne, stronger than Rome A violence prone, poor people zone But it's my home, all I have known Where I got grown, streets we would roam Out of the darkness, I came the farthest Among the hardest survival Learn from these streets, it can be bleak Accept no defeat, surrender, retreat [Pre-Chorus] So we struggling, fighting to eat And we wondering when we'll be free So we patiently wait for that fateful day It's not far away, but for now we say You might also like[Chorus] When I get older I will be stronger They'll call me freedom just like a wavin' flag And then it goes back, and then it goes back And then it goes back, oh [Verse 2] So many wars, settling scores Bringing us promises, leaving us poor I heard them say 'love is the way' 'Love is the answer,' that's what they say But look how they treat us, make us believers We fight their battles, then they deceive us Try to control us, they couldn't hold us Cause we just move forward like Buffalo Soldiers [Pre-Chorus] But we struggling, fighting to eat And we wondering, when we'll be free So we patiently wait for that faithful day It's not far away but for now we say [Chorus] When I get older, I will be stronger They'll call me freedom just like a wavin' flag And then it goes back, and then it goes back And then it goes back, oh When I get older I will be stronger They'll call me freedom just like a wavin' flag And then it goes back, and then it goes back And then it goes back, and then it goes And then it goes [Bridge] And everybody will be singing it And you and I will be singing it And we all will be singing it [Chorus] When I get older, I will be stronger They'll call me freedom just like a wavin' flag And then it goes back, and then it goes back And then it goes back, oh When I get older, when I get older I will be stronger just like a wavin' flag Just like a wavin' flag, just like a wavin' flag Flag, flag, just like a wavin' flag23

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Cleanin’ Out My Closet

Eminem

[Intro] Where's my snare? I have no snare in my headphones There you go Yeah Yo, yo [Verse 1] Have you ever been hated or discriminated against? I have, I been protested and demonstrated against Picket signs for my wicked rhymes, look at the times Sick is the mind of the motherfuckin' kid that's behind All this commotion, emotions run deep as oceans, explodin' Tempers flarin' from parents, just blow 'em off and keep goin' Not takin' nothin' from no one, give 'em hell long as I'm breathin' Keep kickin' ass in the morning and takin' names in the evenin' Leave 'em with a taste as sour as vinegar in they mouth See, they can trigger me, but they'll never figure me out Look at me now! I bet you're prolly sick of me now Ain't you, Mama? I'ma make you look so ridiculous now! [Chorus] I'm sorry, Mama I never meant to hurt you I never meant to make you cry But tonight I'm cleanin' out my closet (One more time!) I said I'm sorry, Mama I never meant to hurt you I never meant to make you cry But tonight I'm cleanin' out my closet (Ha!) You might also like[Verse 2] I got some skeletons in my closet and I don't know if no one knows it So before they throw me inside my coffin and close it I'ma expose it; I'll take you back to '73 Before I ever had a multi-platinum-selling CD I was a baby, maybe I was just a couple of months My faggot father must've had his panties up in a bunch ‘Cause he split, I wonder if he even kissed me goodbye No, I don't, on second thought, I just fuckin' wished he would die I look at Hailie, and I couldn't picture leavin' her side Even if I hated Kim, I'd grit my teeth and I'd try To make it work with her at least for Hailie's sake, I maybe made some mistakes But I'm only human, but I'm man enough to face 'em today What I did was stupid, no doubt it was dumb But the smartest shit I did was take the bullets out of that gun ‘Cause I'da killed 'em, shit, I woulda shot Kim and him both It's my life, I'd like to welcome y'all to The Eminem Show [Chorus] I'm sorry, Mama I never meant to hurt you I never meant to make you cry But tonight I'm cleanin' out my closet (One more time!) I said I'm sorry, Mama I never meant to hurt you I never meant to make you cry But tonight I'm cleanin' out my closet (Uh) [Verse 3] Now, I would never diss my own mama just to get recognition Take a second to listen 'fore you think this record is dissin' But put yourself in my position, just try to envision Witnessin' your mama poppin' prescription pills in the kitchen Bitchin' that someone's always goin' through her purse and shit's missin' Goin' through public housing systems, victim of Münchausen's Syndrome My whole life I was made to believe I was sick when I wasn't 'Til I grew up, now I blew up, it makes you sick to your stomach, doesn't it? Wasn't it the reason you made that CD for me, Ma? So you could try to justify the way you treated me, Ma? But guess what, you're gettin' older now, and it's cold when you're lonely And Nathan's growin' up so quick, he's gonna know that you're phony And Hailie's gettin' so big now, you should see her, she's beautiful But you'll never see her, she won't even be at your funeral (Ha-ha!) See, what hurts me the most is you won't admit you was wrong Bitch, do your song, keep tellin' yourself that you was a mom! But how dare you try to take what you didn't help me to get?! You selfish bitch, I hope you fuckin' burn in hell for this shit! Remember when Ronnie died and you said you wished it was me? (Hehe) Well, guess what? I am dead—dead to you as can be! [Chorus] I'm sorry, Mama I never meant to hurt you I never meant to make you cry But tonight I'm cleanin' out my closet (One more time!) I said I'm sorry, Mama I never meant to hurt you I never meant to make you cry But tonight I'm cleanin' out my closet230

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Haterz

Glasses Malone

[Intro: Glasses Malone & (Lil Wayne)] Yeah yeah (yessir) Bad ass blue division, baby (su-woo) So crazy around here right now nigga (Eastside) It's like Kobe and Shaq (ya dig?) G and Weezy bitch Who banging the squad Cash Money the team Young Money All-Stars muthafuckas (Young Mula baby!) Pay attention nigga, yeah [Hook: Glasses Malone] I'm in the club going dumb something clean out front like uhhh You know them haterz gon like that Looking so damn fly sending corks through the sky like ahhh You know them haterz gon like that Spend a hundred on my timepiece so if you ain't a dimepiece Whoa, you know them haterz gon like that Shit but that just how it goes when a nigga getting dough like ohhh You know them haterz gon like that [Bridge: Glasses Malone] I hear you talking hater but you ain't saying nothing I hear you talking hater but you ain't saying nothing I hear you talking hater but you ain't saying nothing Man I let them keep talking as long as muthafucka walking [Verse 1: Glasses Malone] I'm a grown ass man, you wanna to see I.D Filthy rich on the floor fuck V.I.P Got my hand on my drink other hand on my waist Two-stepping to the beat I chuck my set in niggas face like ohh This beat got me bouncing like a check In my Crown Holder jeans cost a stack on my specs I'm looking like money if I see it than I'm stacking it Your wife in my scope and my shot is so accurate You niggas like activists appealing to the psyche Man Malone will get it jerkin I 'Just Do It' like Nike Seein really with the fighting and I'm really with the business I'm married to the game man God as my Witness You might also like[Hook: Glasses Malone] I'm in the club going dumb something clean out front like uhhh You know them haterz gon like that Looking so damn fly sending corks through the sky like ahhh You know them haterz gon like that Spend a hundred on my timepiece so if you ain't a dimepiece Whoa, you know them haterz gon like that Shit but that just how it goes when a nigga getting dough like ohhh You know them haterz gon like that [Verse 2: Lil Wayne] Weezy F naturally born baby Prp's, SB's, matching shirt, maybe White-T, neck V, glasses are Versace Married to the Mob but I'm a bachelor baby Love is in the air I put on a gas mask I rather be head first than an ass last I'm a gorilla call me Sasquatch And I keep my army with me like M.A.S.H Light up the purp pass it like Steve Nash Bitch I'm so hot I'll give your ass a heat rash Young Money boy I'm on 03' cash Such a CEO like my homie D-Dash Yeah... we mash like Pac and the Outlaws And we stand-up and try not to down-fall I'm trying to reach my goal like a round-ball Freddy Adu anything for the crown ya'll Or David Beckham only pay'em or respect'em Pop one, pop two, bitch I'm on a triple decker Icicle on my necklace on my cashmere sweater Keep a shotgun I'm a Hunter like Heather Yessir shut up and listen to the professor Or it could get ugly like Esther Whether in the South or that West Coast weather I'm popping, Malone and Stockton [Hook: Glasses Malone] I'm in the club going dumb something clean out front like uhhh You know them haterz gon like that Looking so damn fly sending corks through the sky like ahhh You know them haterz gon like that Spend a hundred on my timepiece so if you ain't a dimepiece Whoa, you know them haterz gon like that Shit but that just how it goes when a nigga getting dough like ohhh You know them haterz gon like that [Bridge 2: Glasses Malone] If you got a fly ride put your keys in the sky scream ahhh You know them haterz gonna like that If you feeling like a star spend a thousand at the bar scream oooh You know them haterz gonna like that If it's hundreds in your pursue ass hiking up your shirt scream ahhh You know them haterz gonna like that If your girl is a duck and your hair is whipped up Scream oooh, you know them haterz gonna like that [Verse 3: Birdman] Dropped a hundred on the watch couple hundred on the chain Whip our front cost half of whole thang Drop head rows with the automatic doors Fifty on my pinky twenty five on my hoes Stunner man been balling since the 80's Bought fifty whips bought one for my lady Bet your bottom dollar jewels ain't flaws Cash Money ball to you fall [Hook: Glasses Malone] I'm in the club going dumb something clean out front like uhhh You know them haterz gon like that Looking so damn fly sending corks through the sky like ahhh You know them haterz gon like that Spend a hundred on my timepiece so if you ain't a dimepiece Whoa, you know them haterz gon like that Shit but that just how it goes when a nigga getting dough like ohhh You know them haterz gon like that [Outro: Birdman] CMB nigga1

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Throw It In The Bag (Remix)

Fabolous

[Chorus: The-Dream] Y'all know me cause all I do is ride around in Bentley coupe Got no need, she got me buyin her them Fendi shoes All we do is shop until we drop All-all-all-all-all-all we do is shop until we drop (Just throw it in the bag, bag) Y'all know me cause all I do is ride around in Bentley coupe Got no need, she got me buyin her them Fendi shoes All we do is shop until we drop All-all-all-all-all-all we do is shop until we drop (Just throw it in the bag, bag) [Fabolous: talking over Chorus] You know we had to go shopping one more time, right? I think we forget somethin, haha, haha Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh I said if you gettin money, if you gettin money If you gettin money, just throw it in the bag [Verse 1: Fabolous] It's Mr. "Throw It In The Bag", I just throw it in the bag I don't know how much it cost but I know this bitch is bad Walk up to that register like I ain't know it had a tag I'm no liar I don't front, I'm a buy her what she want Cause your queen 'posed to get what she desire, what she want If my lady like to eat, then I'm a buy her restaurants And she such a boss bitch, she can hire who she want She can help me blow this green, she the fire to my blunt You can try her if you want, bet it's gon' cost you Bags with the G's, jeans with the horseshoe She can go to work or chill like a boss do That nigga ain't ya nigga unless he endorse you They sayin it ain't trickin if you got it, they lyin I say it ain't trickin if you got her, she mine You niggas ain't got to worry 'bout her she fine My Player Card's approved, you niggas declined, NICEEE!! See Fabolous LiveGet tickets as low as $109You might also like[Chorus: The-Dream] Y'all know me cause all I do is ride around in Bentley coupe Got no need, she got me buyin her them Fendi shoes All we do is shop until we drop All-all-all-all-all-all we do is shop until we drop (Just throw it in the bag, bag) Y'all know me cause all I do is ride around in Bentley coupe Got no need, she got me buyin her them Fendi shoes All we do is shop until we drop All-all-all-all-all-all we do is shop until we drop (Just throw it in the bag, bag) [Break - Fabolous - talking over Hook] If you gettin money, if you gettin money If you gettin money, just throw it in the bag Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh I said if you gettin money, if you gettin money If you gettin money, just throw it in the bag [Verse 2: Drake] Well alright Loso, and Drizzy baby Uh uh, we up in Barneys goin dumb again Every time we leave the manager say "come again" Honestly she's probably old enough to be my mama friend She just want that feeling back, I make her feel young again If her card declined, you need to check that shit and run again They don't give you limits when you keep that money comin in Yeah, just fold some paper around the magnet As soon as it approve you can throw it in the bag She mature to say the least And if I get a car then she make sure to pay the lease She used to have a husband 'til she found out that he cheats And then she filed for divorce and watch her bank account increase She got a condo with a view, a house with a pool Her son is 26 but he just went away to school She always show me pictures of him, tell me that's her baby I hope that I never meet him, that nigga look craaaaazy And I be spendin all my lady chips She got me feeling like my daddy back in '86 Yeah, she say she lucky that she his No, I'm lucky that you mine baby, you know what it isssss [Chorus: The-Dream] Y'all know me cause all I do is ride around in Bentley coupe Got no need, she got me buyin her them Fendi shoes All we do is shop until we drop All-all-all-all-all-all we do is shop until we drop (Just throw it in the bag, bag) Y'all know me cause all I do is ride around in Bentley coupe Got no need, she got me buyin her them Fendi shoes All we do is shop until we drop All-all-all-all-all-all we do is shop until we drop (Just throw it in the bag, bag) [Break] [Verse 3: Fabolous] Shorty so nice, I don't mean polite When I say nice, I mean lookin right And you can't put a price on something lookin right If they ask how much, tell em what it's lookin like Everything I buy fly, it's like I'm bookin flights If I want it, I'm a get it, that should not be tooken light And that's on everything I got a crazy lady So Money Ain't A Thang Jay-Z, J.D Like Jay-Z's lady, it's Beyoncein Supportin your women goes beyond payin Watchin me ball is like LeBRON playin I'm in the Louie shoes you might see KanYe in They sayin it ain't trickin if you got it, they lyin I say it ain't trickin if you got her, she mine You niggas ain't got to worry 'bout her she fine My Player Card's approved, you niggas declined, NICEEE!! [Chorus: The-Dream] Y'all know me cause all I do is ride around in Bentley coupe Got no need, she got me buyin her them Fendi shoes All we do is shop until we drop All-all-all-all-all-all we do is shop until we drop (Just throw it in the bag, bag) Y'all know me cause all I do is ride around in Bentley coupe Got no need, she got me buyin her them Fendi shoes All we do is shop until we drop All-all-all-all-all-all we do is shop until we drop (Just throw it in the bag, bag) [Break]5

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Stronger Freestyle

Crooked I

[Crooked I] Three in the morning when I come for ya Tell your baby mother to take cover under the comforter Leave her a widow, your mother have to comfort her When them big uncomfortable guns are dumping, sir Blood on my sleeve - my first line, "Time to leave" Blood on my watch cause it was your time to bleed When the beef's right, pick a fresh nine to squeeze Raise the heat to a hundred and ninety nine degrees You dudes too minor league Me, I'm behind the trees Blending in, something like fatigues Jump out like John Rambo, armed with ammo I'm a commando, stay in [Com's mandos?] Squat low when them blammers spit In the craziness, I might blast a bitch I'm no atheist, I'm not blasphemous Pray to God forgive me, they try to blast and miss I know God was with me, but am I hustling backwards Or is it drama is just in love with us rappers? I want a better role like struggling actors I'd rather chill like I'm on muscle relaxers With a couple of masterpiece chicks to guzzle my bastard seeds quick That would be sick Instead, I'm a warrior at war Saying an American prayer like I'm Jim Morrison in the Doors Praying I survive, paranoid as I'm looking out the window Nigga, I shoot before the wind blow Kinfolk, please don't ignore this info: Niggas get bagged and smoked more than indo You might also likeWho I trust? Me Save that "we" shit for Nintendo Before morbid pistols Blow you out this orbit Forfeit, get low Or get buried under horseshit, big bro Yeah, I stay blasting pipes 'Til I see my favorite rappers in the afterlife I been kidnapped like Kanye in "Flashing Lights" Held against my will, it didn't last a night I made it out in one piece Now I keep at least one piece Just add water, you niggas made a young beast Unleash Jekyl and Hyde, the rebel arise Several have died, so what's beef? Beef is when your captors are after you For doing what you have to do Killing the other half of their faggot crew And it's true The color of my heart is the blackest hue Understand this madness, sadness If I wasn't rapping, I'd be strapped to a mattress Eating a Prozac sandwich -- goddamn, this is therapeutic Since it's the bomb, it's thermobaric music Stashbox weapons of murder occupy More firearms than burning octopi That's why they call 'em "burners", I just taught you why Get equipped, cause you slow learners got to die If you coming for me, best believe I'm disabling you Let Death set a table for two If you coming for me, best believe I'm disabling you So let Death set a table for two I'm leading right now In the race for the West Coast, I'm leading right now I'm leading right now In the race for the West, I'm leading right now I thought I told ya This is Southern California C.O.B., niggas from the corner Don't make us draw heat down on ya2

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Always Strapped (Remix)

Birdman

[Intro: Birdman & Lil Wayne] *Aww!* *Aww! Aww!* CMB! We in the building Yeah Swagged out, 100 [Chorus: Lil' Wayne] Always strapped when I hit the club Niggas give me dap, bitches give me hugs, and since I'm paid Niggas be muggin' me, you know I'm muggin' back Niggas be muggin' me, you know I'm muggin' back [Interlude: Lil Wayne] Yessir! Check me out, look [Verse 1: Lil' Wayne] 26 inches, bitch I'm sittin' crooked Old school Chevy, faster than a silver bullet Strawberry paint; seats, vanilla puddin' Two bitches, go'n'n' and eat each other's pussy Top chopped sent the car to the barbershop My driveway looks somethin' like a parkin' lot I'm so unorthodox I got your bitch ridin' my dick wit no shocks (Bounce bitch, bounce, bounce) I'm the hottest shit jumpin' out the coffee pot Man, I'm just tryin' to get my spot like a polka dot Lil' kush make my eyes and my shoulders drop Lil' syrup and I can make a soda pop Keep talkin' 'n' I can make my soldiers pop Real niggas wit me ridin' till the motor stop I got these hoes straight livin' out the soap op I got it covered like a coke top Okay? You might also like[Chorus: Lil Wayne] Always Strapped when I hit the club Niggas give me daps, bitches give me hugs and since I'm paid Niggas be muggin' me, you know I'm muggin' back Niggas be muggin' me, you know I'm Always strapped when I hit the club Niggas give me daps, bitches give me hugs, and since I'm paid Bitches be lovin' me, they know I love 'em back Bitches be lovin' me, they know I love 'em back [Verse 2: Mack Maine:] I'm Mack Maine, hey Hey, to a man with a ho with some pop trunk I fuck over you like I'm sexin' on the top bunk I make alot of noise, boy, like a cop car The whip got the dicks out like a pop bra And you ain't gotta ask your girl... you knew she knew me From ring tones she sing my songs at the karaoke She call me baby all day like I'm Bryan Williams The new hip-hop landlord I'm 'bout to buy the buildin' And I'm evictin' all you cats that only spit an ounce And like a stripper ass you better bounce diggity, bounce, bounce [Chorus: Lil Wayne] Always Strapped when I hit the club Niggas give me dap, bitches give me hugs, and since I'm paid Niggas be muggin' me, you know I'm muggin' back Niggas be muggin' me, you know I'm muggin' back, yessir! [Verse 3: Birdman] Yeah shawty, the last MOB Flyin' the Bugatti with the tool on the seat Put the K in the car while we ridin' blaze Put the chopper on the pussy in the driveway Bet the house on the young 'un when we got paid Triple colors on the bikes and the new Merced' Bustin' keys on they ass while we got paid From I-10's ridin' hot to an open bay Uptown made man out the hallway Crab in the bucket 50 shots bitch make a way I thought they knew shawty, Like Father Like Son Ball till you fall, stuntin' wit them paper plates Throwin' hundreds on them hoes while we eat steaks We in the club poppin' bottles like everyday We grind for the shine, nigga, gettin' big money Got a fleet tossin' chicken, nigga, get cake I'm on his island with this power like Scarface I'm in the Impala droptop, chunky Ice man birdman rockin' red monkeys Already, nigga, neighborhood superstar And we gon' ball til we fall [Chorus: Lil Wayne] Always Strapped when I hit the club Niggas give me dap, bitches give me hugs, and since I'm paid Niggas be muggin' me, you know I'm muggin' back Niggas be muggin' me, you know I'm muggin' back, yessir !5

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Never

Chiddy Bang

[Intro Skit] “Welcome to the Swelly Express. How can I help you?‘ "Yeah, can I get two round-trips to New York, please?” “Sure that’ll be $48, cash or credit?” “$48 dollars!? Damn.” “Uh, that’ll be cash.” “Alright, thank you. Your change is $2, departing from track 5.” “Thank you, It’s a bus, I didn’t know it was departing from track 5.” “Oh yeah!” (laughing) [Verse 1] Never chase girls, chase dreams first Motion picture drive, I concluded that my Dreamworks So I pace right, never see my brake lights Never trust a person but fam. Too many great whites Never work without merit, never live but don’t cherish, cause we only born to perish This is a luxury, tariff Here to preach a brand new sermon, Eric And it’s hysteric, they say you too pretentious, don’t get into that Never the same, I went left like a Democrat I would like to present you with this rap award And I got more gigs than a Apple store Ayo, you wildin’, boy, you ain’t even stylin', boy It’s like I’m on a boat, feeling lonely on this island, boy My life will never be the same If never ever was, you’ll probably feel my pain You might also like[Chorus] This is forever, this beat is on black pepper You could get shook if you lookin’ a little extra Never fall off, just make it a little better And when it gets sunny, that’s when we change up the weather And when you say you better, I bet I’ll say never And if you say you better, I bet I’ll say never And when you say you better, I bet I’ll say never And if you say you better, I bet I’ll say never [Verse 2] Uh, I never do as I’m supposed to Give me the light, Sean Paul, ‘02 At homecoming, yeah, I went and brought my whole crew I thought I killed it, though they could not hear my vocals Damn, and they say why you roll that great stuff? I take a pull and wonder why the Beatles break up Imagination is magic, so when I wake up Feel like I’m lookin' out at Hogwarts Would it be wrong to have meetings in my ball shorts? The flow excessive like cops, when they using what you call force Xaph, this beat, you probably should have brung to West I swear I’m never like a nun when it comes to sex And yea, I p-p-p-poker face, her best bet Frequent flyer miles, yeah, I’m trying jet set It’s gonna take me higher, might even make me flyer Life is a box of chocolates, so I prefer Godiva [Chorus] This is forever, this beat is on black pepper You could get shook if you lookin’ a little extra Never fall off, just make it a little better And when it gets sunny, that’s when we change up the weather And when you say you better, I bet I’ll say never And if you say you better, I bet I’ll say never And when you say you better, I bet I’ll say never And if you say you better, I bet I’ll say never

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Shoot ’em Up

Nas

[Verse 1] One .44, two .45's Three loaded clips, four niggas roll, one nigga drives Five hundred Benz, six reasons why this kid should die We shooting every mothafucka outside Pulled on his block, jumped out the car Guns in our hand, at the same time everybody ran There that nigga go, hiding in the crowd Let the trigger blow, seven shots now he lying on the ground Blood on the floor then we shot some more Niggas he was with two niggas hit, one nigga fell One tried to run, go get him son Make sure he's done 'fore we bail, I ain't tryna go to jail Must handle beef, code of the street, load up the heat If these nigga think they could fuck around Real niggas do real things by all means Niggas knowing how we get down, it goes [Chorus] Shoot 'em up, just shoot 'em up, what? (Kill-kill-kill, murder-murder-murder) Shoot 'em up, just shoot 'em up, what? (Kill-kill-kill, murder-murder-murder) Shoot 'em up, just shoot 'em up, what? (Kill-kill-kill, murder-murder-murder) You might also like[Verse 2] Driving through roads, Suburban Chevrolet Six tinted windows, and I'm on my way To get up with my hoes, I pull up to they house Not a freak to be heard, nobody came out Ringing the bell, where in the hell, could they be at? I'm about to leave stepping slow, where my truck was at Who the fuck is that? Could it be a jack? Now pull my strap, it's my man and we have the same plan There them bitches go, Civic '94 Looking funny though, open up the car door, funny smile Fuck two already, third ass was heavy "Nas this is Sherry, Sherry this is Nas and his man, ready?" Walked in the house, snatched off they clothes Ran through them hoes, plenty ice, that they all seemed to like Can't find my man, heard a blam-blam Now I'm wondering, "In this scam, do I even stand a chance?" He killed the hoes, took all they dough Fire in his eyes, higher than the sky coming down the stairs Now he wanting mine, reaching for my nine Aiming with our guns at each others face, at the same time My nine on his lips, his fifth on my chin, I start whispering "Put your gun down, we can skip town" Rocked him to sleep, pushed back his meat Lift off his chain, took his shit, emptied out close range [Chorus] Shoot 'em up, just shoot 'em up, what? (Kill-kill-kill, murder-murder-murder) Shoot 'em up, just shoot 'em up, what? (Kill-kill-kill, murder-murder-murder) Shoot 'em up, just shoot 'em up, what? Shoot 'em up, just shoot 'em up, what? (Kill-kill-kill, murder-murder-murder)6

Hip-Hop

GO!

Common

[Chorus: Kanye West & John Mayer] (Go) go, go, go, go, go and on the count of three (Go) go, go, go, go, go and on the count of three (Go) go, go, go, go, go, go Uh, on the count of three everybody run back to your fantasy, now (Go) go, go, go, go, go and on the count of three (Go) go, go, go, go, go and on the count of three (Go) go, go, go, go, go, go And on the count of three everybody run back to your fantasy, now [Verse 1: Common & John Mayer] (Go) She was a bad uh The type at the club niggas would grab her (Go) Fantasized when I had her In the bathroom sweatin' with her ass up (Go) The body of a dancer We had chemistry cause she was a Cancer Thought forever it would last for But forever move faster, so I had to (Go) Still I gotta pause When I think about her in them draws (Go) And uh, ooh baby she liked it raw and Like rain when she came it poured (Go) And like a car that I can't afford I would want it then want some more The positions our frames explored let me know She was secure, back for more I wanna See Common LiveGet tickets as low as $143You might also like[Chorus: Kanye West & John Mayer] (Go) go, go, go, go, go and on the count of three (Go) go, go, go, go, go and on the count of three (Go) go, go, go, go, go, go Uh, on the count of three everybody run back to your fantasy, now (Go) go, go, go, go, go and on the count of three (Go) go, go, go, go, go and on the count of three (Go) go, go, go, go, go, go And on the count of three everybody run back to your fantasy, now [Verse 2: Common & John Mayer] (Go) Freaky like the daughter of a pastor Said I was bait for her to master (Go) Little red corvette, nah she was faster Wet dreams La Mer cream the bathroom (Go) We make love and then laughter And anyway I wanted I could have her Said there were some girls that did attract her A new chapter she was after so I said let's (Go) To a place that you wanna be, uh Get what you want from her and me, uh (Go) Free love I wanna see, uh Hot sex in the third degree, uh (Go) You gettin' served while servin' me, uh Dirty words encourage me to Rock steady and sturdily on You turnin' me no turnin' back the further we [Chorus: Kanye West & John Mayer] (Go) go, go, go, go, go and on the count of three (Go) go, go, go, go, go and on the count of three (Go) go, go, go, go, go, go Uh, on the count of three everybody run back to your fantasy, now (Go) go, go, go, go, go and on the count of three (Go) go, go, go, go, go and on the count of three (Go) go, go, go, go, go, go And on the count of three everybody run back to your fantasy, now17

Hip-HopRap

Brenda’s Got a Baby

2Pac

[Intro: Dave Hollister] Brenda's got a baby Brenda's got a baby [Verse: 2Pac] I hear Brenda's got a baby, but Brenda's barely got a brain A damn shame, the girl can hardly spell her name "That's not our problem, that's up to Brenda's family" Well, let me show you how it affects our whole community Now Brenda really never knew her moms And her dad was a junkie, puttin' death into his arms It's sad, 'cause I bet Brenda doesn't even know Just 'cause you're in the ghetto doesn't mean you can't grow But oh, that's a thought, my own revelation Do whatever it takes to resist the temptation Brenda got herself a boyfriend Her boyfriend was her cousin, now let's watch the joy end She tried to hide her pregnancy, from her family Who really didn't care to see, or give a damn if she Went out and had a church of kids As long as when the check came, they got first dibs Now Brenda's belly's gettin' bigger But no one seems to notice any change in her figure She's twelve years old and she's havin' a baby In love with a molester, who's sexin' her crazy And yet and all she thinks that he'll be with her forever And dreams of a world where the two of them are together Whatever, he left her and she had the baby solo She had it on the bathroom floor and didn't know, so She didn't know what to throw away and what to keep She wrapped the baby up and threw him in a trash heap I guess she thought she'd get away, wouldn't hear the cries She didn't realize how much the little baby had her eyes Now the baby's in the trash heap, bawlin' Mama can't help her, but it hurts to hear her callin' Brenda wants to run away Mama say "You makin' me lose pay There's social workers here every day" Now Brenda's gotta make her own way Can't go to her family, they won't let her stay No money, no babysitter, she couldn't keep a job She tried to sell crack but end up gettin' robbed So now, what's next? It ain't nothin' left to sell So she sees sex as a way of leavin' hell It's payin' the rent, so she really can't complain Prostitute found slain, and Brenda's her name She's got a baby You might also like[Outro] Baby Don't you know she's got a— Don't you know she's got a— Don't you know she's got a baby? Don't you know she's got a— Don't you know she's got a— Don't you know she's got a baby? Don't you know she's got a— Don't you know she's got a— Don't you know she's got a baby? Don't you know she's got a— Don't you know she's got a— Don't you know she's got a baby? Don't you know she's got a— Don't you know she's got a— Don't you know she's got a baby? Don't you know she's got a— Don't you know she's got a— Don't you know she's got a baby?78

Gangsta Rap

Brooklyn

Fabolous

[Intro: Funkmaster Flex] Is Brooklyn in here tonight?!?!?!? [Chorus: Notorious B.I.G.] Where Brooklyn at? [Verse 1: Fabolous] I'm right here, Big Your boy sitting on top like a hair wig Bed-Stuy fly, Bushwick sick East New York walk the Brownsville grill, ill You see, I got a Fort Greene lean Clinton Hill chill, Red Hook look, man Ain't no shook hands in Brooklyn Son, your life can get took, man (Brooklyn) Then threw off bridges One hard top, two soft bitches Ride through the borough with two four fifths-es Phantom open up like two door fridges I make 'em change the New York digits From 718 to 187, from 212 to 211 Your boy's back with a new one son, huh! [Chorus: Notorious B.I.G.] Where Brooklyn at? See Fabolous LiveGet tickets as low as $109You might also like[Verse 2: Jay-Z] I'm right here Fab, waving the flag, I'm from Nostrand Ave I came to take the game in my Daddy Kane chain Niggas gave it up smooth They ain't want to hear the bang, BANG I'm back on my bully shit That Flatbush, Bushwick black hoodie shit Half a billie in the bank roll Bank stop anybody, what's your bank, ho? Big B's on the wheel Spread love the Brooklyn way, B how's it feel? I'm on my Robin Thicke shit Shit ever gets thick, back to robbing niggas quick Trick, click, ante up All you niggas Britney, pull your panties up Whole borough is with me, hold your cannons up Buck one for Bucktown, Brooklyn, what the fuck?!! [Chorus: Notorious B.I.G.] Where Brooklyn at? [Verse 3: Uncle Murda] I'm right here Hov! East New York, Uncle Murda feeling good I hooked up with Jigga, got my grandma out the hood Marcy is back, now look at niggas Now they can't say Jay ain't sign a Brooklyn nigga Where Brooklyn at? Where Brooklyn at? Shooting somebody up or getting off the packs Or going to the club looking for something to yap Or running up in the crib like, "Where the safe at?" East New York will shoot you they dap your homey Brownsville will rob ya they clap your homey Bed-Stuy will get you killed for a hundred grams Get a Coney Island nigga to pull the trigga, man Ask Flex, he used to run the Tunnel Brooklyn had dudes scared to rep they borough Uncle Murda, I'mma rep to the fullest Like Shyne, in the club I throw bullets [Outro: Fabolous] Ha son!!! It's a like it or not thing, nah mean? This one is for Brooklyn, I'm in my Bed-Stuy fly, you know Bushwick sick, I walk that East New York walk, Brownsville grill Got my Fort Greene lean, ha ha, Clinton Hill chill, Red Hook look That Flatbush push, nah mean Cypress Hill feel Crown Heights tight with it, the Williamsburg swerve Coney Island styling on 'em, Canarsie flossing Park Slope dope you know, ya dig?2

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Hometown Hero (Remix)

Big K.R.I.T.

[Verse 1 - Big K.R.I.T.] A superhero in the flesh Even at my worst, I'm the best For the finish, I stretch When they advance me this check Coulda bought my way to heaven but I blow it on my neck instead What you expect when you ain't have shit And they ain't paying half of what you asking Couldn't even see the pussy even if it's Cassie Lot of hoes are down for taking pictures cause you're flashy You can't even imagine, maybe Kim Kardashian Number one song and a Grammy, now I'm smashing Maserati crashing, swerving through the traffic Wrap it 'round a pole, sell a mil off the tragedy I defy gravity, flyer than I have to be Talking to the Lord, "I can't stay, who gon' save hip hop after me?" It's like a torn ACL to an athlete, Boobie Miles, Friday Lights, capture me In my hometown [Hook] King city, K-King city ('round my hometown) Third coast representer, Mississippi sipping lean (memories are fresh) King city, K-King city ('round my hometown) Third coast representer, Mississippi sipping lean (ooh, the people I've met) 300, 300, my stomping ground (are the wonders of my world) 300, 300, my stomping ground (are the wonders of my world) 300, 300, my stomping ground (are the wonders of this world) King City, M-Town, Hometown Hero (are the wonders and now) You might also like[Verse 2 - Yelawolf] Alabama homie, I wear it like a hat I'm a small town boy, I'm so proud of that Some people leave it, they fall til they fall flat I just wanna bring it home, and give it all back Cause given all that, what's been given to me A successful rapper, huh?, I might as well hit the lottery So instead of becoming a diamond-wearing novelty I rock beads and buy my mama some property Tell the white boys in the pick up truck that Yelawolf is coming home For the Chevrolet dunkriders in the projects and the trailer park zones You might've seen my face in a couple pages in the XXL But if I can't walk around in my own neighborhood, then leave that shit on the shelf Took the keys to the old Chevelle, cause if I'm in a boat by myself Then everything I catch will go bad, see all I wanna do is share Give it away, give it away, everybody come take what you can hold now Gadsden, I love you, lemme introduce the world to my hometown [Hook] [Verse 3 - Big K.R.I.T.] It's just Ciroc in the cooler Not a day off, but I'm still Ferris Bueller Winners never lose, so how dare you confuse us They quote what I spit like Confucius He say, she say, rumors all day The rap game is high school, and life's a hallway Like what clique you in The Beamer or the Benz The Bentley or the Lambo Like here we go again Don't sit at my table VIP, I got this If you ain't popping champagne after every game then don't pop shit Homecoming queen with my picture in her locket But I know what's up with her hands in my pockets They love me cause my swag is so jock-ish Freshman year, saw a ring like I'm boxing You voted most likely to never ever top this I'm Michael Jordan, Dennis Rodman In my hometown [Hook]1

Hip-Hop

Rain Man

Eminem

[Intro: Eminem] Yeah Definitely, definitely Definitely dope Definitely Definitely K-Mart Yeah Yeah (*Pbfft*) [Verse 1: Eminem] You find me offensive, I find you offensive For finding me offensive, hence, if I should draw the line any fences, if so, to what extents, if Any, should I go? 'Cause it's getting expensive Being on the other side of the courtroom on the defensive They say I cause extensive psychological nerve damage to the brain When I go to lengths this far at other people's expenses I say you're all just too goddamn sensitive It's censorship, and it's downright blasphemous Let's end this shit now, 'cause I won't stand for this And Chris-stiff-pher Reeves won't sit for this neither And let's clear this up too, I ain't got no beef with him either He used to be like a hero to me, I even believe I Had one of those 25-cent stickers on my refrigerator Right next to Darth Vader And Darth must've put a hex on him for later I feel like it's my fault, 'cause of the way that I stuck him up in between him and Lex Luthor I killed Superman, I killed Super— Man, and how ironic That I'd be the bad guy, kryptonite, the green chronic You might also like[Chorus: Eminem] 'Cause I ain't got no legs Or no brain Nice to meet you Hi, my name is... I forgot my name My aim was not to become what I became with this level of fame My soul is possessed by this devil My new name is... Rain Man [Verse 2: Eminem & Dr. Dre] Now in the Bible, it says: "Thou shalt not watch two lesbians in bed Have homosexual sex Unless, of course, you were given the consent to join in Then, of course, it's intercourse, and it's bisexual sex Which isn't as bad 'Long as you show some remorse for your actions Either before, during, or after Performing the act of that which Is normally referred to as such more commonly known phrases That are more used by today's kids in a more derogatory way But who's to say what's fair to say and what not to say?" Let's ask Dr. Dre—Dr. Dre? (What up?) I got a question, if I may (Yeah) Is it gay to play putt-putt golf with a friend? (Yeah) And watch his butt-butt when he tees off? (Yeah) But up, I ain't done yet In football, the quarterback yells out, "Hut-hut" While he reaches in another grown man's ass Grabs on his nuts, but, just, what if It was never meant—it was just an accident But he tripped, fell, slipped, and his penis went in— His teeny-tiny, little, round heinie, and he didn't mean it But his little weenie flinched just a little bit And I don't need to go into any more details, but What if he pictured it as a female's butt? Is that gay? I just need to clear things up 'Til then, I'll just walk around with a manly strut, because [Chorus: Eminem] 'Cause I ain't got no legs Or no brain Nice to meet you Hi, my name is... I forgot my name My aim was not to become what I became with this level of fame My soul is possessed by this devil My new name is Rain Man [Verse 3: Eminem & Dr. Dre] You find me offensive, I find you offensive— Shit, this is the same verse, I just did this When am I gonna come to my good senses? Probably the day Bush comes to my defenses My spider sense is telling me Spider-Man is nearby And my plan is to get him next and Open up a whoop-ass canister God damn it, Dre, where's the goddamn beat? (Yeah) Anyway, anyway, I don't know how else to put it This is the only thing that I'm good at I am the bad guy, kryptonite, the green chronic Demonic—yup, yup, don't worry, I'm on it I got it, high-five Nick Lachey Stuck a pin in Jessica's head and walked away (*Pfffffff*) And as she flew around the room like a balloon, I Grabbed the last can of chicken tuna out the trash can, and zoom, I Headed straight back to the Neverland Ranch With a peanut butter-jelly-chicken-tuna sandwich And I ain't even gotta make no goddamn sense I just did a whole song, and I didn't say shit [Chorus: Eminem] 'Cause I ain't got no legs Or no brain Nice to meet you Hi, my name is... I forgot my name My aim was not to become what I became With this level of fame My soul is possessed by this devil My new name is Rain Man [Outro: Eminem & Dr. Dre] 'Cause ah, uh, ah, eh, ugh... Yup, Rain Man Definitely, definitely Dr. Dre Super-dope beatmaker 2000 and, 2000 and Four-hundred-and-eighty-seven-million-nine-hundred-and-se- -Seventy-three-thousand-four-hundred-and-sixty-three... And seventy Yeah70

Rap

90210

Wale

[Chorus] And she throws up whatever she eats She leave the bathroom with a nosebleed Regular girl, celebrity dreams She is 90210 She live her whole life like TV And she would do anything for everything Regular girl, celebrity dreams She is 90210 [Verse 1] Ms. Rodeo, tell me where your day go Part-time waitress, she really want to make it In the "City of Lights", it's hard to see clear She don't really care about anyone advice And nothing here's real, and everyone's alike Cause everyone dreams of the millionaire's life She barely eats at all, if she do she eats light Indulging a meal when a toilet's insight Expose those fries, can't hold those down To read for Seven Pounds, you must release several pounds This is Heaven on Hell This is how she want to live But she ain't really tripping, she's on Beverly Hills [Chorus] And she throws up whatever she eats She leave the bathroom with a nosebleed Regular girl, celebrity dreams She is 90210 She live her whole life like TV And she would do anything for everything Regular girl, celebrity dreams She is 90210 See Wale LiveGet tickets as low as $128You might also like[Verse 2] Just another day out in Beverly Hills She sing, model, and dance, but can't sit still Believing the screens or anything there But reality shows ain't real So pretentious with no potential She goes to catch up, although her rent's up In her defense she a part of the crowd She going to borrow some money So she can party at Chows It's apart of her goal It's all she knows Graduated from Rosé, addicted to blow Addicted to stardom, a wish to blow So she kisses the stars And she gives them a blow After every show, a dream she hold Inhibitions is gone, she just want to be known She want to be know, she just want to be known Pulling down her skirt "I never done this before" Nah [Chorus] And she throws up whatever she eats She leave the bathroom with a nosebleed Regular girl, celebrity dreams She is 90210 She live her whole life like TV And she would do anything for everything Regular girl, celebrity dreams She is 90210 [Verse 3] You know big-breast girls Never ever pay rent They meet them rich boys Throw D's on that bitch Lease on the whip Beach on the weekend Hotel suite, room keys is a gift Dream of the fame or a ring on her finger Now you just a whore to the known entertainers Word spreads fast that your knees spread quick The sun's always out But it's clouds over here Look, cocaine addiction, apartment eviction To add to the list of Beverly Hills victims Hold on you can see my vision Next time you look down on a nigga [Chorus] And she throws up whatever she eats She leave the bathroom with a nosebleed Regular girl, celebrity dreams She is 90210 She live her whole life like TV And she would do anything for everything Regular girl, celebrity dreams She is 9021012

Hip-Hop

Supa Dupa Lemonade

Big Sean

[Intro] I do it Do it, do it B-I G, Finally Famous getting money G.O.O.D. music, look What up Earl Mac My nigga Tone say he so Westside It's a damn shame Me too, D-Town, D-Town [Verse 1: Big Sean] D-Town, Westside Yeah I said it, Westside But they yelling big so much That you would thought it's Bed-Stuy You are now fucking with the newest nigga best out Go on, roll that weed nigga, cause I'm stressed out L-V checked out Bad bitch, chest out No wonder why Mrs. Right just keeps on getting left out Oh well that's everything I'm not concerning, fuck it I'm on the top floor getting brains, higher learning Getting higher earnings and my desires yearning Running through that paper like my attorney Hundred blunts rolled, you can smell the fire burning I'm in the fast lane, you can smell my tires burning Exercise, flex on guys Model chick Sex on thighs Bump a lot A Lexus drive I might let Alexis drive Jesus chain, testify I over accessorize Test her out, now she gon' need a stretcher when I stretch her out When it's time to speak, bet all of ya'll listen When you up in the party Why is all the broads missing And I just drop lines like a nigga gone fishing Man and I be on them posters like that nigga gone missin' And I spit that er-retarded shit just call it autism I'm so Hollywood that I might make your bitch audition Before we cut Cut, cut Movie time, cut I'ma dick her down, you gon' pick her up And I'm unusual as shit I'm Superbad, your girl probably doodling my dick And it's a couple screws up in my head that could use a fucking wrench And I'm just looking at the game like Damn, they could use a fucking bench, bitch And my name all up in the rafters She gon' make me cum, I bet that money come faster Kanye first, then I'm coming after And Lou' Vuitton shoes ho Dons and the Jaspers Who her, I ran through her walls Made her scream and disappear but hell no my name is not Casper Boy, what the fuck these rappers sound like Just a whole bunch of my sound bites First whip, garbo Second whip, Largo Don’t worry bout my niggas Thurgood Marshall Bank account got me feeling Well, Fargo Balling til I get a Milicic Darko I did that I just give them line after line, after line After line, after line barcode They looking for my work, Narco Cause I just black out in the booth, charcoal Me, Don C, Tone and fifty-four bitches Since we finna blow, I bet they finna blow nigga Two pounds of weed, don't act like you don't know nigga I put that green up, like mistletoe nigga See Big Sean LiveGet tickets as low as $70You might also like[Outro] Yeah boy, boy boy Finally Famous in this, getting money F-F ho D-town G.O.O.D. Music nigga Bangladesh Say these niggas get off my dick These niggas sit down

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Right Above It

Lil Wayne

[Produced by Kane Beatz] [Intro] Kane is in the building [Verse 1: Drake] Who else is really trying to fuck with Hollywood Cole I'm with Marley G's bro Flying Holly Grove chicks to my Hollywood shows And I wanna tell you something that you probably should know This that Slum Dog Millionaire Bollywood flow and uh My real friends never hearing from me Fake friends write the wrong answers on the mirror for me That's why I pick and choose, I don't get shit confused I got a small circle, I'm not with different crews We walk the same path, but got on different shoes Live in the same building, but we got different views I got a couple cars, I never get to use Don't like my women single, I like my chicks in two's And these days all the girls are down to roll I hit the strip club, and all them bitches find a pole Plus I been sipping, so this shit is moving kinda slow Just tell my girl to tell her friend that it's time to go [Chorus: Lil Wayne] Now tell me how you love it You know you at the top when only heaven is right above it We on, it's Young Money motherfucker If you ain't running with it, run from it motherfucker Alright, now somebody show some money in this bitch And I got my B's with me like some honey in this bitch, you dig And I got my gun in my boo purse And I don't bust back, because I shoot first You might also like[Verse 2: Lil Wayne] Meet me on the fresh train Yes I'm in the building, you just on the list of guest names And all of my riders do not give a fuck, X-Games Guns turn you boys into pussies, sex change And I smoke 'til I got chest pains And you niggas know I rep my gang like Jessie James Women are possessive, and they wanna possess Wayne I been flyin' so long I fell asleep on the fucking plane Skinny pants and some Vans Call me Triple A, get my advance in advance, amen As the world spin and dance in my hands Life is a beach, I'm just playing in the sand Uh, wake up and smell the pussy You niggas can't see me, but never overlook me I'm on a paper trail and ain't no telling where it took me Yeah, and I ain't a killer but don't push me [Chorus: Lil Wayne] Now tell me how you love it You know you at the top when only heaven is right above it We on, it's Young Money motherfucker If you ain't running with it, run from it motherfucker Alright, now somebody show some money in this bitch And I got my B's with me like some honey in this bitch, you dig I got my gun in my boo purse And I don't bust back, because I shoot first [Verse 3: Lil Wayne] How do you say what's never said? Beautiful black woman, I bet that bitch look better red Limping off tour, 'cause I made more off my second leg Motherfuckin' Birdman Junior, 11th Grade Ball on automatic start I can hand it to Drake or do a quarterback draw Wildcat offense, check the paw prints We in the building, you niggas in apartments Uh, now come on be my blood donor Flow so nice you ain't gotta put a rug on her Do it big and let the small fall under that Damn where you stumbled at? From where they make Gumbo at Kane got the fucking beat jumping like a jumping jack And you know me, I get on this bitch and have a heart attack Hip-Hop, I'm the heart of that Nigga, nothing short of that President Carter, Young Money Democrat [Chorus: Lil Wayne] Now tell me how you love it You know you at the top when only heaven is right above it We on, it's Young Money motherfucker If you ain't running with it, run from it motherfucker Alright, now somebody show some money in this bitch And I got my b's with me like some honey in this bitch, you dig I got my gun in my boo purse And I don't bust back, because I shoot first66

Hip-HopRap

I’m Illy

T.I.

[Verse 1] Rebel for the hell of it, hella rich Never have to sell a brick again—must I tell a bitch again? The bullshit, I'm addressing; check, I'm on some next-level shit Never been fucked in the game: I'm celibate Rarely out my element, barely out the ghetto with One foot out and one foot in, intelligent as fellas get Listen, let's settle this; be clear— I could fall back seven years; still, it ain't no one ahead of me Consider it a blessing if you get to stand next to me Five-star general, OG veteran Caked like Entenmann's, blowing that celery Stack that cash like the U.S. Treasury Every single thing I ever did was done heavily Rap until you're seventy, still ain't no catching me Put it on my pops, Big Phil, and Beverly Be standing on the top still after they bury me Nose in the air: So stuck-up, arrogant Ain't got long, hot songs: Best cherish it 'Cause when I drop mine, that's over: finito You payin' for your foul like a free throw—bow! Now, how could a nigga think that he could see me? Other than the magazine covers or the TV? Know I sold more mixtapes than your CD You're waiting on your big break, praying you could be me And you ain't made it far as D.C On the low, I been all around the globe Like a god, how they treat me Broads hit they knees, eyes closed when they greet me Mouth wide open, just begging me to skeet-skeet You in a deep sleep—stop dreaming I'm six albums in; for ten years, I been firing hot semen The limelight's mine, I'm gleaming, beaming Ask why I say I'm king? Bitch, I got my reasons (Hey!) See T.I. LiveGet tickets as low as $90You might also like[Hook] Wrist so frostbit (Yuh), neck so chilly (Bling) All on my mind is to get more millys (Guap) Niggas talk shit, that's silly (Ha) "Shawty, he ain't about that, really" (Nah) "Is he?" (Ayy) Nigga, I'm illy! (Yeah) Haha! (Haha!) Haha! (Hey) Ayy, I run this city, clearly (Bankhead) Ayy, tell 'em, "Get lost, I'm busy" (Beat it!) Really? (Yuh) Nigga, I'm illy (Ayy) [Verse 2] Where niggas get off? Piss off! (Yeah) Me and mine ought to take time to pop a lid off Shit, all over the whereabouts of me Is y'all sick in your fuckin' mind? You figuring I'ma fizzle Never cooled off: Tip scorching Minimal injury, though they wishing me maximum misfortune Number one, hands down; flows paint portraits Everybody thinks you stink like horse shit House full of chicks on some Girl Next Door shit A king of oneself, thirty mil' out the store, quick Of course, this case—lost all my endorsements Tripled up on real estate, still buying more shit But Tip bankrupt, according to your sources I'm still caked up, along with more reinforcements Tore shit up from the lobby to the rooftops Officially the hottest nigga rapping since 2Pac 'Fore you rap 'bout me, best ask 'bout me I'm out my fucking mind, need counseling Please, don't doubt me; trust me, drama ain't nothing It's all fun and games 'til somebody start busting Limit my discussion when rappers be battling I find out about it, better get to skee-daddling Pack your family bags, move 'em out to Seattle, and We ever cross paths, you'll need ambulance and bandages Live life glamorous, so extravagant Mandarin, Oriental, worldwide traveling Hip-hop champion for real, though You couldn't fuck with me with a Brazil ho, nigga But still, though (Hey! Hahahaha) [Hook] Wrist so frostbit (Yuh), neck so chilly (Bling) All on my mind (Hey) is to get more millys (Guap) Niggas talk shit, that's silly (Ha) "Shawty, he ain't about that, really" (Nah) "Is he?" (Ayy) Nigga, I'm illy! (Yeah) Haha! (Haha!) Haha! (Hey) (Ayy, just remember, I do this shit when I want to, nigga. It's me, nigga!) Ayy, I run this city, clearly (Bankhead! Zone 1, homie!) Ayy, tell 'em, "Get lost, I'm busy" (Beat it!) Really? (Yuh) Nigga, I'm illy (Ayy) Wrist so frostbit (Yuh), neck so chilly (Bling) All on my mind is to get more millys (Guap) Niggas talk shit, that's silly (Ha) "Shawty, he ain't about that, really" (Nah) "Is he?" (Ayy) Nigga, I'm illy! (Yeah) Haha! (Haha!) Haha! (Hey) (I don't wanna hear shit 'bout "I can't rap like this when I ain't good as that one"—nigga, fuck you, partner!) Ayy, I run this city, clearly (Bankhead!) Ayy, tell 'em, "Get lost, I'm busy" (Beat it! Yeah) Really? (Yuh) Nigga, I'm illy (Ayy) [Outro] Yeah (It's the King, bitch!)4

Hip-HopRap

2012 (It Ain’t the End)

Jay Sean

[Intro: Jay Sean & Nicki Minaj] Ohh Jay Sean (Jay Sean, Jay Sean) 2-0-1-2 (Nicki Minaj, Nicki Minaj), oh-yeah It's alright, oh, it's alright [Verse 1: Jay Sean] You know what they say Life ain't always easy and every day We're survivors So forget the day It's all about tonight; act a fool and start a riot, a-riot, be a rebel [Pre-Chorus: Jay Sean] Bottles poppin' til we can't stand We keep it rockin' til 6AM New York to London over to Japan Turn it up, turn it up, mash it up [Chorus: Jay Sean] We gonna party like Party like, like it's the end of the world We gonna party like, like it's 2012 You know that it doesn't matter as long as we got each other Turn it up, turn it up, mash it up It ain't the end of the world (Oh) Gonna live like it's the end of the world Gonna party like (Oh) Turn it up, turn it up, mash it up It ain't the end of the world You might also like[Verse 2: Nicki Minaj] Yo, similes, metaphors, and we pop pills Sick flow, inundated with the doc bills Work hard, now we know how the top feels In the middle of the street doing cartwheels Lot of them try to do it, but it's not real Wasn't a rapper then I could've got a pop deal White curls in a hot pink Hot Wheels Lot of bottles and a lot of fruity cocktails Uh, days of our lives You wink, it goes by So we'll just get it with no edits Anything goes, so no time for closed minds And free my Lil' Weezy And let's just get right Young money, cash money in the building Let's go, the world ends tonight [Verse 3: Jay Sean] Have a drink with me And let's make tonight go down in history In history, yeah Lets make believe It's the last 24 hours and this whole world is ours Eternally, eternally [Pre-Chorus: Jay Sean] Hey, bottles poppin' til we can't stand (Can't stand) We keep it rockin' til 6AM (6AM) New York to London over to Japan Turn it up, turn it up, mash it up [Chorus: Jay Sean] We gonna party like Party like, like it's the end of the world (Like it's the end of the world) We gonna party like, like it's 2012 (Like it's 2012) You know that it doesn't matter as long as we got each other Turn it up, turn it up, mash it up I know, it ain't the end of the world (Oh) We gotta live like it's the end of the world We gotta party like (Oh) So just, turn it up, turn it up, mash it up It ain't the end of the world [Bridge: Jay Sean] No, no, I'm not gonna follow Anything that they say anymore (Party like, like it's the end of the world) It's never too late to start livin' (Party like, like it's the end of the world) So let's start it with here and right now [Chorus: Jay Sean] Party like, like it's the end of the world We gonna party like, like it's 2012 You know that it doesn't matter as long as we got each other Turn it up, turn it up, mash it up It ain't the end of the world (Oh) We gonna live like it's the end of the world We gotta party like (Oh) Turn it up, turn it up, mash it up It ain't the end of the world [Outro: Jay Sean] The world Because the world keeps spinnin' The world keeps spinnin' around6

Pop

Too Many Rappers

Beastie Boys

[Intro - Nas] Mic check, mic check [Hook: Nas and (Beastie Boys)] One (one), two (two), three (three) Too many rappers, and there's still not enough MCs It goes three (three), two (two), one (one) MCA, Adrock, Mike D, that's how we get it done Like ladies and gents, attention Nas in the house with Beastie Boys We can turn it out Perpetrators, we can point 'em out So if you got somethin' on your mind, let it out [Verse 1: MCA] Yo, I been in the game since before you was born I might still be MCing even after you're gone Strange thought, I know, but my skills still grow The 80s, the 90s, 2000s, and so On and on until the crack of dawn Until the year 3000 and beyond Stay up all night, and I MC and never die Cause death is the cousin of sleep [Verse 2: Ad-Rock] Because I'm back with a bang, boogie, oogie-oogie Strawberry Letter 23 like Shuggie Oh my God, just look at me Grandpa been rappin' since '83 I'm supersonic like J.J. Fad Got crazy-ass shit pullin' out the bag Don't forget the tartar sauce, yo, cause it's sad All these crab rappers, they're rappin' like crabs You might also like[Verse 3: Nas] I have carte blanche, the vagabond Nas is the narcissist, my pockets are rotund I'm no killa, but compared to you, I'm more real'a You ain't a shot, a mobster, or a drug dealer A slug peeler, you're not Mafioso, no You ain't got the cut-throat in ya, beginner I ain't tryin' to hear your racket You work with police, dog, you snitch, you rat You wear that jacket [Verse 4: Mike D] How many rappers must get dissed Gimme eight bars, and watch me bless this I start to reminisce, ooh, when I miss The real hip hop with which I persist Like rum in mojitos Bullets and banditos Matzoh balls in soup Jackets and troop Yes, y'all, this is one for the history books Nasty Nas, what's the word? Count it off on the hook (let's go!) [Hook: Nas and (Beastie Boys)] One (one), two (two), three (three) Too many rappers, and there's still not enough MCs It goes three (three), two (two), one (one) MCA, Adrock, Mike D, that's how we get it done Like ladies and gents, attention Nas in the house with Beastie Boys We can turn it out Perpetrators, we can point 'em out So if you got somethin' on your mind, let it out [Verse 5: MCA] Cause this the type of lyric goes inside your brain To blow you bullshit rappers straight out the frame spin 'round like a hurricane twister So get your hologram on off-a Wolf Blitzer Too many rappers to shake a stick at I oughta charge a tax for every weak rap I had to listen to Cause we be makin' stacks like Stax Records My squad, we gotta pact -- we're never coming wack [Verse 6: Ad-Rock] To all you crab rappers and hackers And circuit benders tweaked on Splenda I take the cake, I stole the mold The golden microphone, well, that's mine to hold And why all these biters all up in my crotchspace? Sniffin', buffin', huffin' And mean muggin' with a Blimpie Bluffin Back up off me, suckas, you ain't sayin' nothin' [Verse 7: Nas] I'm broader than Broadway, I was the project hallway Dual tape recorder, lacin' oratorials all day I'm just getting started on this beat, this is foreplay And when this song's finished, y'all can sing along with this By the way, I have a strong fetish for Christian Louboutin steppers I hear Russian blonde's the wettest But anyway, I better pay homage to my fellas And that's what's on my mind and the rhyme, who's next up? [Verse 8: Mike D] Mike D, the man of mystery History in the makin', and now we're takin' Titles, awards, and accolades Scarin' the competition as I sharpen my blades We come together like peanut butter and sandwiches Like pen and paper, like Picasso and canvases Rockin' stadiums and shitty bars Go back in time, send a fax from my car [Hook: Nas and (Beastie Boys)] One (one), two (two), three (three) Too many rappers, and there's still not enough MCs It goes three (three), two (two), one (one) MCA, Adrock, Mike D, that's how we get it done Like ladies and gents, attention Nas in the house with Beastie Boys We can turn it out Perpetrators, we can point 'em out So if you got somethin' on your mind, let it out [Outro] That was dope!12

Punk

The Manipulation Pt. 2

Wale

[Verse 1] I got that better love That no one better love They here today and gone tomorrow, but this forever love Let me mind you 'til your vagina is wet enough And fill your mind with pleasant thoughts, champagne by your tub Rose petals as you walk, you know the floor don't need to see you I got that good stroke, come be my Mona Lisa You see, them other guys pay they mind to your physical features And I can admire your body, but your mind is much deeper And I found me a keeper and I found me a winner And I found me a queen, what we eatin' for dinner? You know I cook it and clean it and do whatever for you Black mother of the Earth, you know I forever owe you I would never ignore you 'cause I'm forever loyal Let's fall in love, let me put my seed in your soil See, it'd be an honor to create life with you Can I lay right with you and wake you up with light kisses? Good mornin', sunshine, see, the more I see your eyes is the more that I admire you Whenever you tired, I be right there beside To pillow talk and confide, make your secrets all mine May I sleep between your thighs and wake up deeply in your heart? In your mind for forever and repeat when we get up I ain't even gon' front, girl, I think you is the one So let's fall asleep with the moon and I will greet you with the sun Thank you very much See Wale LiveGet tickets as low as $128You might also like[Interlude] This whole sex thing is totally overrated Now, the one thing you've gotta be ready for is how the man changes into a completely different person five seconds after it's over I mean, something happens to their personality, it's really quite astounding [Verse 2] That scary love, never get married love I got that fuck you or make you love me temporary love I just pick and roll these hoes, I don't even know these hoes I cut 'em first, cut 'em deep, I fuckin' Sheryl Crow these hoes, ha Hey, that pussy like some water hose And I'ma need to cum first, yeah, her turn be optional Modify your posture, ho Motherfuck a casa, no You can't see mi casa, we gon' rock at this Econo Lodge, haha You know I'm stickin' to that proper code Strapped up, lock and load Go stiff, the condom broke Ain't no baby father, ho, fuck that baby father shit I don't respect no brain unless we talkin' that saliva spit Ho, I got a lot of bread, lot of whips, lot of chicks You can be demolished, then be gone without acknowledgement This just how it gotta be, this is how I gotta live I don't care about your drive unless you talkin' ridin' dick You is just a groupie bitch and groupie bitch know I am sick I am sick of women treatin' niggas like that lotto ticket My shit ain't no scratch and win, you just tryin' to get over So baby, get over here and get it open [Outro] Get it open, get it open, get, get, get it open Get it open, get it open, get, get, get it open Get it open, get it open, get, get, get it open Get it open, get it open, get, get3

Hip-Hop

Real Muthaphuckkin G’s

Eazy-E

[Intro] Compton, Compton, Compton Ah, real motherfuckin' G's Ah, real motherfuckin' G's Ah, real motherfuckin' G's Ah, real motherfuckin' G's [Verse 1: Eazy-E & Dresta] Ayo, Doctor, here's another proper track, and it's phat Watch the sniper, time to pay the piper And let that real shit provoke See, you's a wannabe Loc and you'll get smoked and I hope That your fans understand when you talk about sprayin' me The same records that you makin' is payin' me Motherfuck Dre! Motherfuck Snoop! Motherfuck Death Row! Yo, and here comes my left blow 'Cause I'm the E-A-Z-Y-E and this is the season To let the real motherfuckin' G's in You're like a kid, you found a pup, and now you're dapper But tell me, where the fuck you found an anorexic rapper? Talkin' 'bout who you gon' squabble with and who you shoot You're only sixty pounds when you're wet and wearin' boots Damn, E, they tried to fade you on Dre Day But Dre Day only meant Eazy's payday All of a sudden Dr. Dre is the G Thang But on his own album covers he was a she-thang So, nigga please, nigga please Don't step to these motherfuckin' real G's You might also like[Chorus: Eazy-E, The D.O.C. & Dr. Dre] Stop him in his tracks, show him that I am Ruthless Yo, Dre! (What's up?) Boy, you should've known by now Stop him in his tracks, show him that I am Ruthless Yo, Dre! (What's up?) Boy, you should've known— [Verse 2: Dresta] Every day it's a new rapper claimin' to be dapper than the Dresta Softer than a bitch but portray the role of gangsta Ain't broke a law in your life Yet every time you rap you yap about the guns and knife Just take a good look at the nigga and you'll capture The fact that the bastard is simply just an actor Who mastered the bang and the slang and the mental Of niggas in Compton, Watts, and South Central Never ever once have you ran with the turf But yet in every verse claim you used to do the dirt But tell me, who's a witness to your fuckin' work? So you never had no business, so save the drama, jerk! Niggas straight kill me, knowin' that they pranksters This is goin' out to you studio gangstas See, I did dirt, put in work, and many niggas can vouch that So since I got stripes, I got the right to rap about that But niggas like you, I gotta hate ya 'Cause I'm just tired of suburbia niggas Talkin' about they come from projects Knowin' you ain't seen the parts of the streets, G Think you started tryna bang around the time of the peace treaty Wearin' khakis and mob while you rhyme Little fag tried to sag, but you're floodin' at the same time And your set don't accept ya; scared to kick it with your homies 'Cause you know they don't respect ya So, nigga please, check nuts Before you step to these motherfuckin' real G's [Verse 3: B.G. Knocc Out] Well, it's the Knocc Out, definition "Original baby gangsta" Approach me like you hard, motherfucker, I'ma bank ya Shank ya, with my fuckin' shank, if I have to Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dogg are fuckin' actors Pranksters, studio gangstas, busters But this time you're dealin' with some real motherfuckers G's, nigga please, don't try to step 'Cause if you do, then a peeled cap is all that would be left See, young niggas like me will break you off somethin' Claimin' my city — but Dre, you ain't from Compton Niggas like y'all is what I call wannabes And ain't shit compared to real motherfuckin' G's [Chorus: Eazy-E, The D.O.C. & Dr. Dre] Stop him in his tracks, show him that I am Ruthless Yo, Dre! (What's up?) [Verse 4: Eazy-E] I never met a O.G. who never did shit wrong You tried to diss the Eazy-E, so now, nigga, it's on You and your Doggy Dogg think that y'all hoggin' shit Both of you bitches can come and suck my doggy dick Beatin' up a bitch don't make you shit, but then again Some niggas think it makes a man Damn, it's a trip how a nigga could switch so quick From wearin' lipstick to smokin' on chronic at picnics And now you think you're bigger But to me you ain't nothin' but a bitch-ass nigga That ain't worth a food stamp And at Death Row, I hear you gettin' treated like bootcamp Gotta follow your sergeant's directions Or get your ass popped with the Smith & Wesson Learn a lesson from the Eaze Stay in your place and don't step to real motherfuckin' G's [Chorus: Eazy-E, The D.O.C. & Dr. Dre] Stop him in his tracks, show him that I am Ruthless Yo, Dre! (What's up?) Boy, you should've known by now Stop him in his tracks, show him that I am Ruthless Yo, Dre! (What's up?) Boy, you should've known by now Stop him in his tracks, show him that I am Ruthless Yo, Dre! (What's up?) Boy, you should've known by now Stop him in his tracks, show him that I am Ruthless Yo, Dre! (What's up?) Boy, you should've known by now Stop him in his tracks, show him that I am Ruthless Yo, Dre! (What's up?) Boy, you should've known by now Stop him in his tracks, show him that I am Ruthless Yo, Dre! (What's up?) Boy, you should've known by now Stop him in his tracks, show him that I am Ruthless Yo, Dre! (What's up?) Boy, you should've known by now Stop him in his tracks, show him that I am Ruthless Yo, Dre! (What's up?) Boy, you should've known by now Stop him in his tracks, show him that I am Ruthless Yo, Dre! (What's up?) Boy, you should've known by now Stop him in his tracks, show him that I am Ruthless Yo, Dre! (What's up?) Boy, you should've known by now Stop him in his tracks, show him that I am Ruthless Yo, Dre! (What's up?) Boy, you should've known by now [Outro: Eazy-E, The D.O.C. & Dr. Dre] Stop him in his tracks, show him that I am Ruthless Yo, Dre! (What's up?) Boy, you should've known by now: Eazy Duz It123

Hip-HopRap

Playing with Fire

Lil Wayne

[Intro] StreetRunner [Chorus: Betty Wright & Lil Wayne] So you've got so many diamonds You wear all the finest clothes And your grill is shining As you're driving down the streets of gold But you can't blame me If I set this stage on fire Ha! [Verse 1: Lil Wayne] Momma always told me I was crazy And my hoes say I'm amazing, but I don't listen to a lady But the bitch say I'm hot, and I say "No bitch, I'm blazing" Like, what the fuck you expect? I'm a motherfucking Cajun I feel caged in my mind, it's like my flow doing time I goes crazy inside, but when it comes out—it's fine Like wine; wait, watch... See? I get better with time like a watch Osh B'Gosh, Posh Spice husband Couldn't kick it like I kick it, bitch! I Kix it No cereal, like a landing, I sticks it Wherever she asks me, after she licks it "That's too explicit"; well, why you listening? *Sniff* I smell smoke, and something's sizzling That's her pussy So, hey, pussy; play with pussy or play pussy You might also like[Chorus: Betty Wright & Lil Wayne] But you can't blame me If I set this stage on fire Hahahaha! [Verse 2: Lil Wayne] They say, "You're nobody 'til somebody kills you Well, where I'm from, you're nobody 'til you kill somebody And you know what they say; when you great It's not "murder," it's "assassinate" So assassinate me, bitch 'Cause I'm doing the same shit Martin Luther King did Checking in the same hotel, in the same suite, bitch Same balcony, like, "Assassinate me, bitch!" It's Lil Tunechi I don't rap, I film movies With my rap, you could call me "Mr. Director's Chair," yeah, and that's a wrap Cut! On to the next... Not the next scene, bitch, the next check Some say the X makes the sex 'spec- So play with the pussy or play pussy [Chorus: Betty Wright & Lil Wayne] So you've got so many diamonds Hey, pussy, lay pussy You wear all the finest clothes Do what I... say, pussy, and I say, I say And your grill is shining Lay pussy, lay pussy, lay, pussy, haha As you're driving down the streets of gold Hey, pussy, haha! But you can't blame me Hey pussy, don't play pussy If I set this stage on fire! Get 'em! [Verse 3: Lil Wayne] Straight off the corner of Apple and Eagle Braveheart, bitch, like the times are medieval Married to the game, divorced the cathedral Standing on the corner selling porcelain to people Forced into evil, it's all in your head It's all so cerebral, call me Knievel You follow and I lead you, straight to the needles The bottles, the battles, the beetles'll eat you Momma named Cita—I love you, Cita 'Member when your pussy second husband tried to beat ya? 'Member when I went into the kitchen, got the cleaver? He ain't give a fuck, I ain't give a fuck neither He could see the devil, see the devil in my features He could smell the ether, you can see Cita You can see the Cita, see the Cita in my features And she don't play neither [Chorus: Betty Wright] But you can't blame me If I set this stage on fire! [Outro: Lil Wayne] C3, 3Peat24

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Blueprint (Momma Loves Me)

JAY-Z

[Intro] Yeah, yeah Uh, right, right, right Right, right, right, right Uh, uh, uh Feel me now, listen [Verse] Mama loved me, pop left me Mickey fed me, Annie dressed me Eric fought me, made me tougher Love you for that, my nigga, no matter what, bruh Marcy raised me, and whether right or wrong Streets gave me all I write in this song Hootie babysitted, changed my diapers Gil introduced me to the game that changed my life up East Trenton grew me, had me skipping school Valencia's boyfriend Volvo had me making moves Mama raised me, pop, I miss you God, help me forgive him, I got some issues Mickey cleaned my ears, Annie shampooed my hair Eric was fly, shit, I used to steal his gear I was the baby boy, I could do no wrong Years going past fast, let's move along Kitchen table, that's where I honed my skills Jaz made me believe this shit was real Labels turned me down, couldn't foresee Clark sought me out, Dame believed Primo laced me, Ski did too Reasonable Doubt, classic, shoulda went triple Mama loved me, pop left me Grandma dressed me, plus, she fed me Banana pudding was in the hood then Puffing on L's, drinking pink Champale Ty rolled with a nigga, V.A. spot Tone, Mike 'Zo and them niggas, V.A.'s locked Biggs fucked with a nigga, what's up, Hoff? Bee-High hated the fact I put rap to the back Money pouring in, clientele growing now Birth of my first nephew, time to slow it down October 21st, Lavelle came to the world Followed by three more boys and then a baby girl Mama loved me, Ti-Ti, Uncle Jay Loves you to death, won't let no trouble come your way Oh, can't forget my man down in Maryland He's gone 'til November, how can I not remember? Tell your moms I'm there for her and Tiembra And your son, too, it's nothing I won't do Unless you was me, how could you judge me? I was brought up in pain, y'all can't touch me Police pursued me, chased, cuffed, and subdued me Talked to me rudely 'cause I'm young, rich, and I'm Black and living a movie, not living by rules New rap patrolling the city, follow my crews Bleek, you're still with me, nigga, what did I say? Your time is coming, you one hit away Beans, I ain't tryna change you, just give you some game To make the transition from the street to the fame My mama loves meYou might also like12

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You Know, You Know

Drake

[Chorus] You know, you know You know, you know [Verse 1] Uh, you know you know how the story goes You done jocked my style, you done stole my flow You done seen me out, you gets no hello And you wonder why? Man you know you know Yeah and you should let them boys know too Show them niggas every single thing I showed you I'm here feeling like 50 back in ’02 And everybody sayin' I'm the man, so true Yeah but what does it take to feel secure? A place with wooden floors and space to put awards A couple of parking spots and maids to do the chores The cars you always wanted, the women that you adore Well I got it, I got it I wonder if I'd be happy without it, I doubt it I try not to really think about it I made it but I'm still playin' like I'm bein' scouted 'til I'm out it Game time bitch, I hope you're proud of us King James shit watch me throw the powder up This OG got my whole suite cloudin' up And I bet you I be out of time before I'm out of luck See Drake LiveGet tickets as low as $50You might also like[Pre-Chorus] They ain't rootin' for me, they ain't clappin' for me I'm only sayin can somebody just be happy for me I really hate to say I told you so So I bite my tongue but you know you know [Chorus] You know, you know You know, you know You know, you know You know, you know You know, you know [Verse 2] Uhh, please make your long story shorter 'Cause time is of the essence for the king of first quarter Numbers do the talkin' I have nothing for reporters I just hope we make these flights and don’t get held up at the border Yeah, so you can spare me all the accolades I'm the reason you can find my city on an atlas page Half a million dollars later and my taxes paid And I'm still spendin' money from my actin' days Damn, life is such a lovely thing Feel the perks that a seven-figure budget bring Tell your girlfriend that I can pull some fuckin' strings So we're courtside when LeBron get a fuckin' ring Yeah, I bet I be there I be there You see that ’62 sittin outside? That's me there I'm jumpin to the top its my leap year, prepare Putting in that overtime I never said it'd be fair I'm always left wishin' I could have done it in person My apologies to all of the ones I was hurtin' I got new girls but none of they love is for certain And call old girls but none of they numbers are workin' Damn, what happened to us? Life can always change, you have to adjust How come when I got a party you stare at me in disgust? They pay us just to have fun you should see that as a plus Especially when I come flyin' through the door And kindly ignore, the paparazzi outside tryin' to record Why has every woman never dined here before? Am I the only 23 year old wine connoisseur? The Rothschilds, the Crus, the Gajas and the Opuses It's always nice when you're out with someone that notices My condo got that art gallery openness I'm just really hopin' that that isn’t what your motive is [Pre-Chorus] They ain't rootin' for me, they ain't clappin' for me I'm only sayin' can somebody just be happy for me? I really hate to say I told you so So I bite my tongue but you know you know [Chorus] You know, you know You know, you know You know, you know You know, you know You know, you know You know, you know6

Hip-HopRap

Ego (Remix)

Beyoncé

[Verse 1: Kanye West] I got a big ego (Ha ha ha), I’m such a big ego (Uh-uh-uh) I got a big, (eh-eh-eh), ego, she love my big, (eh-eh-eh), ego So stroke my big, (eh-eh-eh), ego I like to joke around a little bit, but here we go Welcome to the wonderful world of gold-plated Earl, 'cause Every thing I throw up, blow up Talking to the girl She said, "Know what, grow up, you nasty," "I don’t understand why they trippin’, if you ask me" Flow is just the nicest, I emit the propane I just spit, probably just raised the gas prices Everybody in the club try and get as fresh as me What you want, dawg? Tryna stay recession free And spit, refreshingly when I rock the stadium You probably get sweaty you should bring a extra tee Now I’m standing next to Jay who standing next to B You coulda been anywhere in the world, but you’re here with me That’s good for my ego, me and my ego And it go wherever we go my ego is my imaginary friend He was with me when I was only imagining I had dreams of the league, one day I play Kobe I walk up to Puff and he already know me Coulda let the dream killers kill my self esteem Or use the arrogance as a steam that power my dreams And my ego See Beyoncé LiveGet tickets as low as $60You might also like[Verse 2: Beyoncé] It's on baby, let's get lost You don't need to call into work 'cause you're the boss For real, want you to show me how you feel I consider myself lucky, that's a big deal Why? Well, you got the key to my heart But you ain't gonna need it, I'd rather you open up my body And show me secrets, you didn't know was inside No need for me to lie [Chorus: Beyoncé] It's too big, it's too wide It's too strong, it won't fit It's too much, it's too tough He talk like this cause he can back it up He got a big ego, such a huge ego I love his big ego, it's too much He walk like this cause he can back it up [Verse 3: Beyoncé] Usually I'm humble, right now I don't choose You can leave with me or you could have the blues Some call it arrogant, I call it confident You decide when you find on what I'm working with Damn I know I'm killing you with them legs Better yet them thighs Matter a fact it's my smile or maybe my eyes Boy you a sight to see, kind of something like me [Chorus: Beyoncé] It's too big, it's too wide It's too strong, it won't fit It's too much, it's too tough I talk like this cause I can back it up I got a big ego, such a huge ego But he loves my big ego, it's too much I walk like this cause I can back it up [Bridge: Beyoncé] I, I walk like this cause I can back it up I, I talk like this cause I can back it up I, I can back it up, I can back it up I walk like this cause I can back it up [Chorus: Beyoncé] It's too big, it's too wide It's too strong, it won't fit It's too much, it's too tough He talk like this cause he can back it up He got a big ego, such a huge ego I love his big ego, it's too much He walk like this cause he can back it up [Outro: Beyoncé] Ego so big, you must admit I got every reason to feel like I'm that bitch Ego so strong, if you ain't know I don't need no beat, I can sing it with piano... Whoa... Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa Whoa-oh-oh-oh Whoa, whoa, whoa Whoa, whoa, whoa Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, woo (Oh, oh-oh-oh Oh, oh-oh-oh Oh, oh-oh-oh Oh, oh-oh-oh)17

Inspirational

Magnificent

Rick Ross

[Intro: Rick Ross] Baby, you a true thoroughbred, a born winner I expect you to be magnificent It's the boss It gets no better than this (Maybach Music) [Chorus: John Legend] Swimmin' in women, champagne sippin' Gold emblem with, two M's in it (ha-hah) This pimpin' is so magnificent Stop dreamin' it, I'm livin' it! Oh I, I can show you Oh I, show you better than I can tell you (ooh-whoa-ooh-whoa) Oh I, I-I can show you Oh I, oh I, oh I [Verse 1: Rick Ross] I'm the Magnificent with a sensational style Far from bein' shallow 'cause she caught me with a smile Try to figure out my style, baby that'll take a minute But if all we got is time, you can't be actin' timid So we back to playin' tennis, meanin' goin' back and forth She the one that I adore, so I tried to enter raw Conscience intervenes, concentratin' on my cream I'm the king, make a move, pawns all the way to Queens I'm a don, I'm a boss, I'm a profit, I'm a G I'm a CEO, which means that I profit off of me All white tees, still rockin' my Nike Airs Fresh outta flight school, 'cause I'm fly right here Ain't nothin' free, I'm chargin' to breathe air If it's not on Maybach, really who the hell cares? My money long, my nigga, my money strong If you ain't gettin' money that mean you done somethin' wrong Boss! See Rick Ross LiveGet tickets as low as $90You might also like[Chorus: John Legend] Swimmin' in women, champagne sippin' Gold emblem with, two M's in it (ha-hah) This pimpin' is so magnificent Stop dreamin' it, I'm livin' it! Oh I, I can show you Oh I, show you better than I can tell you (ooh-whoa-ooh-whoa) Oh I, I-I can show you Oh I, oh I, oh I [Verse 2: Rick Ross] I'm the Magnificent with a sensational style Down to all of my automobiles, with no miles Yellow Corvettes, black rally stripes And I never phone ahead, all she do is hear the pipes Project bitches, upscale kittens Fuck her for a minute, that night we countin' digits Maybach money so I always had a vision I would always tell my niggas but, ain't nobody listened Words work magic, haters wreak havoc Ain't nothin' on my back but the delicates of fabrics I made a transition from the thieves To the biggest executive Def Jam's ever seen Lyor's dream, Sean John suit And a S. Dot ring, Chandon for my crew Bad hoes in pursuit, Masspike on a two Gunplay he a glue, goon with an attitude, holla [Chorus: John Legend] Swimmin' in women, champagne sippin' Gold emblem with, two M's in it (ha-hah) This pimpin' is so magnificent Stop dreamin' it, I'm livin' it! Oh I, I can show you Oh I, show you better than I can tell you (ooh-whoa-ooh-whoa) Oh I, I-I can show you Oh I, oh I, oh I [Verse 3: Rick Ross] I'm the Magnificent with a sensational style When I decorate a home, marble flowin' like the Nile Nigga you a clown, here's the number you should dial Yeah it start with 305, but we end at four pound "Sak pase" to Zoe Pound, for lifers in O-Town All them Carol City killers, they're likin' it broke down Money is a must, Tommy guns on a bus Allan Zamren on the case so you know what you could suck Wear red all the time, but really I'm color blind Wanna catch my attention, nigga? Throw up a dollar sign One time for the Crips, young G's buyin' cribs And I smoke with Vice Lords when I visit Mississip' The game never change, money still a focal But it's time to rape the game, like Puffy did Total Like Rev Run in the tub, still smokin' In memory of Shakir, Boss gotta shout Oakland [Chorus: John Legend] Swimmin' in women, champagne sippin' Gold emblem with, two M's in it (ha-hah) This pimpin' is so magnificent Stop dreamin' it, I'm livin' it! Oh I, I can show you Oh I, show you better than I can tell you (ooh-whoa-ooh-whoa) Oh I, I-I can show you Oh I, oh I, oh I5

Hip-HopRap

I’m Back

Eminem

[Chorus] That's why they call me Slim Shady (I'm back) I'm back (I'm back), I'm back (Slim Shady!) That's why they call me Slim Shady (I'm back) I'm back (I'm back), I'm back (Slim Shady!) That's why they call me Slim Shady (I'm back) I'm back (I'm back), I'm back (Slim Shady!) That's why they call me Slim Shady (I'm back) I'm back (I'm back), I'm back (Slim Shady-Shady!) [Verse 1] I murder a rhyme, one word at a time You never heard of a mind as perverted as mine You better get rid of that .9, it ain't gonna help What good's it gonna do against a man that strangles himself? I'm waitin' for Hell, like Hell, shit, I'm anxious as Hell Manson, you're safe in that cell, be thankful it's jail I used to be my mommy's little angel at twelve Thirteen, I was puttin' shells in a gauge on a shelf I used to get punked and bullied on my block 'Til I cut a kitten's head off and stuck it in this kid's mailbox (Hey Ma', Ma'!) I used to give a fuck, now I could give a fuck less What do I think of success? It sucks, too much press I'm stressed, too much cess, depressed, too upset It's just too much mess, I guess I must just blew up quick (Yes) Grew up quick (No), was raised right Whatever you say is wrong, whatever I say's right You think of my name now whenever you say, "Hi" Became a commodity 'cause I'm W-H-I- T-E, 'cause MTV was so friendly to me Can't wait 'til Kim sees me Now, is it worth it? Look at my life, how is it perfect? Read my lips, bitch! What, my mouth isn't workin'? You hear this finger? Oh, it's upside down Here, let me turn this motherfucker up right now You might also like[Chorus] That's why they call me Slim Shady (I'm back) I'm back (I'm back), I'm back (Slim Shady!) That's why they call me Slim Shady (I'm back) I'm back (I'm back), I'm back (Slim Shady!) That's why they call me Slim Shady (I'm back) I'm back (I'm back), I'm back (Slim Shady!) That's why they call me Slim Shady (Shady!) I'm back (I'm back), I'm back (Slim Shady!) [Verse 2] I take each individual degenerate's head and reach into it Just to see if he's influenced by me, if he listens to music And if he feeds into this shit, he's an innocent victim And becomes a puppet on the string of my tennis shoe (*Scratches*) My name is Slim Shady I been crazy way before radio didn't play me The sensational (*scratch*), "Back is the incredible!" With Ken Kaniff, who just finds the men edible It's Ken Kaniff on the Internet Tryin' to lure your kids with him into bed (Uh) It's a sick world we live in these days "Slim, for Pete's sakes, put down Christopher Reeve's legs!" ("Oh, oh, oh, oh!") Geez, you guys are so sensitive "Slim, it's a touchy subject, try and just don't mention it" Mind with no sense in it, fried schizophrenic whose eyes get so squinted I'm blind from smoke in 'em with my windows tinted With nine limos rented, doin' lines of coke in 'em With a bunch of guys hoppin' out, all high and indo-scented And that's where I get my name from That's why they call me— [Chorus] They call me Slim Shady (I'm back) I'm back (I'm back), I'm back (Slim Shady!) That's why they call me Slim Shady (I'm back) I'm back (I'm back), I'm back (Slim Shady!) That's why they call me Slim Shady (I'm back) I'm back (I'm back), I'm back (Slim Shady!) That's why they call me Slim Shady (I'm back) I'm back (I'm back), I'm back (Back) (Slim Shady!) [Verse 3] I take seven {kids} from {Columbine}, stand 'em all in line Add an AK-47, a revolver, a .9 A MAC-11 and it oughta solve the problem of mine And that's a whole school of bullies shot up all at one time (Ahh-! Ahh-ahh-!) 'Cause I'm Shady, they call me as crazy As the world was over this whole Y2K thing And by the way, NSYNC, why do they sing? Am I the only one who realizes they stink? Should I dye my hair pink and care what y'all think Lip sync and buy a bigger size of earrings? It's why I tend to block out when I hear things 'Cause all these fans screamin' is makin' my ears ring (Ahh!) So I just throw up a middle finger and let it linger Longer than the rumor that I was stickin' it to Christina 'Cause if I ever stuck it to any singer in showbiz It'd be Jennifer Lopez and Puffy, you know this I'm sorry, Puff, but I don't give a fuck If this chick was my own mother, I'd still fuck her with no rubber And cum inside her and have a son and a new brother At the same time and just say that it ain't mine—what's my name? [Chorus] I'm Slim Shady (*scratch*- Slim, I'm back) I'm back (I'm back), I'm back That's why they call me Slim Shady (I'm back) I'm back (*scratch*- I'm back), I'm back (I'm- *scratch*- I'm back) (Slim Shady!) That's why they call me Slim Shady (*scratches* Slim, I'm back) I'm back (I'm back), I'm back They call me Slim Shady (I'm back) I'm back (*scratch* I'm back), I'm back [Outro] Guess who's b-back, back Gue-gue-guess who's back (Hi, Mom!) {​​*scratch*}​​ Guess who's back {​​*scratch*}​​ Gue— {​​*scratch*}​​ guess who's back D-12 {​​*scratch*}​​ guess who's back Gue, gue-gue-gue, guess who's back Dr. Dre {​​*scratch*}​​ guess who's back Back back {​​*scratch*}​​ back {​​*scratch*}​​ Slim Shady, 2001 I'm blew out from this blunt (*sighs*) fuck163

Rap

8 Mile

Eminem

[Intro] It's alright, it's okay I'm gonna make it anyway Gonna make it, can't give up now I'ma make it somehow [Verse 1] Sometimes I just feel like quittin', I still might Why do I put up this fight? Why do I still write? Sometimes it's hard enough just dealin' with real life Sometimes I wanna jump on stage and just kill mics And show these people what my level of skill's like But I'm still white, sometimes I just hate life Somethin' ain't right, hit the brake lights Case of the stage fright, drawin' a blank like Da-duh-duh-da-da, it ain't my fault Great big eyeballs, my insides crawl And I clam up, I just slam shut I just can't do it, my whole manhood's Just been stripped, I have just been 'vict'd So I must then get off the bus then split Man, fuck this shit, yo, I'm goin' the fuck home World on my shoulders as I run back to this 8 Mile Road [Chorus] I'm a man, I'ma make a new plan (It's alright, it's okay) Time for me to just stand up and travel new land (I'm gonna make it anyway) Time for me to just take matters into my own hands (Gonna make it, can't give up now) Once I'm over these tracks, man, I'ma never look back (I'ma make it somehow) (8 Mile Road) And I'm gone, I know right where I'm goin' (It's alright, it's okay) Sorry, Momma, I'm grown, I must travel alone (I'm gonna make it anyway) Ain't gon' follow no footsteps, I'm makin' my own (Gonna make it, can't give up now) Only way that I know how to escape from this 8 Mile Road (I'ma make it somehow) You might also like[Verse 2] I'm walkin' these train tracks, tryna regain back The spirit I had 'fore I go back to the same crap To the same plant, in the same pants Tryna chase rap, gotta move ASAP And get a new plan, Momma's got a new man Poor little baby sister, she don't understand Sits in front of the TV, buries her nose in the pad And just colors until the crayon gets dull in her hand While she colors her big brother and mother and dad Ain't no tellin' what really goes on in her little head Wish I could be the daddy that neither one of us had But I keep runnin' from somethin' I never wanted so bad Sometimes I get upset, ‘cause I ain't blew up yet It's like I grew up, but I ain't grow me two nuts yet Don't gotta rep my step, don't got enough pep The pressure's too much, man, I'm just tryna do what's best And I try, sit alone and I cry Yo, I won't tell no lie, not a moment goes by That I don't pray to the sky, please, I'm beggin' you, God Please don't let me be pigeonholed in no regular job Yo, I hope you can hear me, homie, wherever you are Yo, I'm tellin' you, dawg, I'm bailin' this trailer tomorrow Tell my mother I love her, kiss baby sister goodbye Say whenever you need me, baby, I'm never too far But, yo, I gotta get out there, the only way I know And I'ma be back for you the second that I blow On everything I own, I'll make it on my own Off to work I go back to this 8 Mile Road [Chorus] I'm a man, gotta make a new plan (It's alright, it's okay) Time for me to just stand up and travel new land (I'm gonna make it anyway) Time for me to just take matters into my own hands (Gonna make it, can't give up now) Once I'm over these tracks, man, I'ma never look back (I'ma make it somehow) (8 Mile Road) And I'm gone, I know right where I'm goin' (It's alright, it's okay) Sorry, Momma, I'm grown, I must travel alone (I'm gonna make it anyway) Ain't gon' follow no footsteps, I'm makin' my own (Gonna make it, can't give up now) Only way that I know how to escape from this 8 Mile Road (I'ma make it somehow) [Verse 3] You gotta live it to feel it; you didn't, you wouldn't get it Or see what the big deal is, why it was and it still is To be walkin' this borderline of Detroit city limits It's different, it's a certain significance, a certificate Of authenticity, you'd never even see But it's everything to me, it's my credibility You never seen, heard, smelled or met a real MC Who's incredible or on the same pedestal as me But yet I'm still unsigned, havin' a rough time Sit on the porch with all my friends and kick dumb rhymes Go to work and serve MCs in the lunchline But when it comes crunch time, where do my punchlines go? Who must I show to bust my flow? Where must I go? Who must I know? Or am I just another crab in the bucket? ‘Cause I ain't havin' no luck with this little rabbit's foot, fuck it Maybe I need a new outlet, I'm startin' to doubt shit I'm feelin' a little skeptical who I hang out with I look like a bum, yo, my clothes ain't about shit At the Salvation Army, tryna salvage an outfit And it's cold, tryna travel this road Plus I feel like I'm always stuck in this battlin' mode My defenses are so up, but one thing I don't want Is pity from no one, this city is no fun There is no sun, and it's so dark Sometimes I feel like I'm just bein' pulled apart From each one of my limbs, by each one of my friends It's enough to just make me wanna jump out of my skin Sometimes I feel like a robot, sometimes I just know not What I'm doin', I just blow, my head is a stove top I just explode, the kettle gets so hot Sometimes my mouth just overloads the ass that I don't got But I've learned, it's time for me to U-turn Yo, it only takes one time for me to get burned Ain't no fallin', no, next time I meet a new girl I can no longer play stupid or be immature I got every ingredient, all I need is the courage Like I already got the beat, all I need is the words Got the urge, suddenly it's a surge Suddenly a new burst of energy has occurred Time to show these Free World leaders the three and a third I am no longer scared now, I'm free as a bird Then I turn and cross over the median curb Hit the 'burbs and all you see is a blur from 8 Mile Road [Chorus] I'm a man, gotta make a new plan (It's alright, it's okay) Time for me to just stand up and travel new land (I'm gonna make it anyway) Time for me to just take matters into my own hands (Gonna make it, can't give up now) Once I'm over these tracks, man, I'ma never look back (I'ma make it somehow) (8 Mile Road) And I'm gone, I know right where I'm goin' (It's alright, it's okay) Sorry, Momma, I'm grown, I must travel alone (I'm gonna make it anyway) Ain't gon' follow no footsteps, I'm makin' my own (Gonna make it, can't give up now) Only way that I know how to escape from this 8 Mile Road (I'ma make it somehow)110

Rap

Nail In The Coffin (Benzino Diss)

Eminem

[Intro] This motherfucker, man! Just won't shut up, will you? Talkin' 'bout I owe him Bitch, you owe me! I'm promotin' you right now Yo, let's put the nail in this coffin! [Chorus] I don't wanna be like this I don't really wanna hurt no feelings But I'm only being real when I say Nobody wants to hear their grandfather rap (Nope) And old men have heart attacks And I don't wanna be responsible for that So, put the mic down and walk away You can still have a little bit of dignity [Verse] I would never claim to be no Ray Benzino An eighty-three-year-old fake Pacino So how can he hold me over some balcony without throwin' his lower back out as soon as he goes to lift me? (Ugh!) Please don't, you'll probably fall with me and our asses'll both be history (Aah!) But then again, you'd finally get your wish ‘Cause you'd be all over the street like 50 Cent (Hahahaha) You fuckin' punk, pussy, fuck you, chump Give me a one-on-one, see if I don't fuck you up, Tryna jump the Ruff Ryders and they cut you up And you put Jada on a track, that's how much you suck Dick in the industry, swear that you in the streets hustlin' You sit behind a fuckin' desk at The Source butt-kissin' And beggin' motherfuckers for guest appearances And you can't even get the clearances 'Cause real lyricists don't even respect you or take you serious It's not that we don't like you—we hate you, period Talk about a mid-life crisis, damn Last week you was shakin' Obie Trice's hand Now he's a buster? What the fuck's with that? Get on a track dissin' us, kissin' 50's ass And askin' me what I know about indictments, bite me Bitch, I got two cases and probation—fight me What do I know about standin' in front of a judge like a man Ready to take whatever sentence he hands? What you know about your wife slicin' her wrists, right in Front of the only thing that you have in this world, a little girl? And I put that on her, when this is all over I would never try to make her a star and eat off her I don't know shit about no choppin' rocks But what you know about Hip Hop Shops rockin' spots Where you're the only white boy up in that bitch, just rippin'? Pressin' up your own fliers and your stickers, stickin' Them bitches up after spendin' six hours at Kinko's Makin' copies of your covers of cassette singles To sell them out of the trunk of your Tracer Spendin' your whole paychecks at Disc Makers What you know about bein' bullied over half your life? Oh, that's right, you should know what that's like, you're half white (Haha) Vanilla Ice, spill the beans and rice I'm eatin' you alive inside, Jesus Christ! If you're that much of a gangsta, put the mic down You should be out killin' motherfuckers right now Kill a motherfucker dead, kill him dead, bitch! Shoot 'em in the fuckin' head—go ahead, bitch! Slap my mom! Slap the fuck out of her! She can't sue you, she wouldn't get a buck out of ya ‘Cause you're broke as fuck, you suck, you're a fuckin' joke! If you was really sellin' coke, well, then what the fuck You stop for, dummy? If you slew some crack You'd make a lot more money than you do from rap (Haha) You'll never have no security, you'll never be famous You'll never know what it's like to be rich, life's a bitch, ain't it? Raymond? Here, let me break this shit down in layman's terms for you Just to make sure that you can understand us And Canibus ain't usin' too many complicated fuckin' words for you Here, and let me slow it down for you So that you can understand if I say it slower Let it go, dog, it's over You might also like[Chorus] I don't wanna be like this I don't really wanna hurt no feelings But I'm only being real when I say Nobody wants to hear they grandfather rap (Nope) And old men have heart attacks And I don't wanna be responsible for that So, put the mic down and walk away You can still have a little bit of dignity [Outro] Haha... talkin' 'bout... I have motherfuckers... callin' your crib Bitch, you ain't even got a fuckin' crib! You ain't even got a fuckin' phone... fuckin' bum Threatenin' to... shut me down at your lil' fuckin' Source magazine if I come back on you and attack you Bitch, you attacked me first, take it like a man, and shut the fuck up And fuck your little magazine too I don't need your little fuckin' magazine I got XXL's number anyways And y'all can't stand it ‘cause they gettin' bigger than y'all Oh... and by the way... how'd I look on the VMA's? When you was watchin' me from... Whatever fuckin' TV he was watchin' me from In Boston... the mean streets of Boston Fuckin' sissy... and you got us scared up in here, motherfucker Suck our motherfuckin' dicks Oh... and for those that don't know Don't get it twisted, y'all... The Source has a white owner!50

Rap

Billionaire

Travie McCoy

[Pre-Chorus: Bruno Mars] I wanna be a billionaire so fucking bad Buy all of the things I never had I wanna be on the cover of Forbes magazine Smiling next to Oprah and the Queen [Chorus: Bruno Mars] Oh, every time I close my eyes I see my name in shiny lights, yeah A different city every night, oh, I, I swear The world better prepare for when I'm a billionaire [Verse 1: Travie McCoy] Yeah, I would have a show like Oprah, I would be the host of Everyday Christmas, give Travie a wish list I'd probably pull an Angelina and Brad Pitt And adopt a bunch of babies that ain't never had shit Give away a few Mercedes, like, here, lady, have this And last but not least, grant somebody their last wish It's been a couple months that I've been single so You can call me Travie Claus minus the ho-ho Aha, get it? I'd probably visit where Katrina hit And damn sure do a lot more than FEMA did Yeah, can't forget about me, stupid Everywhere I go, I'ma have my own theme music You might also like[Chorus: Bruno Mars & Travie McCoy] Oh, every time I close my eyes (What you see, what you see, bruh?) I see my name in shiny lights (Uh-ha, uh-ha, yeah, what else?) Oh, yeah, yeah, a different city every night, oh, I, I swear The world better prepare (For what?) for when I'm a billionaire Oh-oh, oh-oh, when I'm a billionaire Oh-oh, oh-oh (Let's go) [Verse 2: Travie McCoy] I be playing basketball with the president Dunking on his delegates Then I compliment him on his political etiquette Toss a couple milli' in the air just for the heck of it But keep the fives, twennies, tens, and bens completely separate And yeah, I'll be in a whole new tax bracket We in recession but let me take a crack at it I'll probably take whatever's left and just split it up So everybody that I love can have a couple bucks And not a single tummy around me Would know what hungry was Eating good, sleeping soundly I know we all have a similar dream Go in your pocket, pull out your wallet And put it in the air and sing [Pre-Chorus: Bruno Mars & Travie McCoy] I wanna be a billionaire so fucking bad (So bad) Buy all of the things I never had (Buy everything, ha-ha) I wanna be on the cover of Forbes magazine Smiling next to Oprah and the Queen (What up, Oprah? Ha-ha) [Chorus: Bruno Mars & Travie McCoy] Oh, every time I close my eyes (What you see, what you see, bruh?) I see my name in shiny lights (Uh-ha, uh-ha, yeah, what else?) Oh, yeah, yeah, a different city every night, oh, I, I swear The world better prepare (For what?) for when I'm a billionaire Oh-oh, oh-oh (Sing it) when I'm a billionaire Oh-oh, oh-oh (Oh) [Outro: Bruno Mars] I wanna be a billionaire so fucking bad26

Hip-Hop

Queens Get the Money

Nas

[Produced by Jay Electronica] [Verse] Ayo, Queens get the money, niggas still screaming, paper-chasing Where presidential candidates is planning wars with other nations Over steak with Masons Pregnant teens give birth to intelligent gangsters They daddies faceless Play this, by your stomach, let my words massage it and rub it I'll be his daddy if there's nobody there to love it Tell him his name Nasir, tell him how he got here Mama was just having fun with someone above her years Niggas is still hating Talking that Nas done fell off with rhyming He'd rather floss with diamonds They pray "Please God, let him spit that 'Uzi in the army lining' That 'shorty doo-wop rolling oo-wops in the park reclining'" Take 27 emcees, put 'em in a line and they're out of alignment My assignment since he said retirement Hiding behind 8 Mile and The Chronic Gets rich but dies rhyming This is high science Now add 23 more from Queens to B-more I'm over their heads like a bulimic on a seesaw Now that's 50 porch monkeys ate up at the same time Nasty Nasdaq, y'all gon' bow holmes, this Dow Jones .80 cal chrome, needed time alone to zone The mack left his iPhone and his nine at home My queen used her milkshake to bring y'all to my slaughterhouses I do this for the group home kids in boarding houses This that "nigga" shit that's on the album For them niggas inside the chalk line in 40 houses Bring back Arsenio Hip-hop was aborted so Nas breathes life, back into the embryo Let us make man in our image, spit it I'm Huey P in Louis V At the eulogy throwing Molotovs for Emmett And you ain't as hot as I is All of these false prophets is not messiahs You don't know how high the sky is The square mileage of Earth or what pi is I'm the shaky hand that touched George Foreman in Zaire The same hand that punched down devils That brought down the TowersYou might also like18

Hip-Hop

Real

Lupe Fiasco

[Intro] Food & Liquor [Chorus: Lupe Fiasco] Yeah, my man said he wanted something real Real, real, real, real Something he could recognize, something he could feel Feel, feel, feel, feel Baby girl said she was in the mood for something real Real, real, real, real (FNF) Something that could make her move, something she could feel Feel, feel, feel [Verse 1: Lupe Fiasco] Lust, sometimes can override trust She said that's why she gave it up My man said blood spilled out of everything he touched He crushed everything, he crushed Ruined everything he loved, he just wanted the rush Blamed it on the times being rough Doing dirt with the devil, chasing after the dust Make a fuss if it's them, but we hush if it's us [Chorus: Lupe Fiasco] That's why, my momma said she wanted something real Real, real, real, real Something she could be proud of, something she could feel Feel, feel, feel, feel She said they so used to not having nothin' real Real, real, real, real That they don't know how to act, they don't know how to feel Feel, feel, feel You might also like[Verse 2: Lupe Fiasco] Life, ain't meant to come around twice Yeah, that's why I gotta get it right They said I got it honest, now I gotta give it light But sleep on it, that's why God give you night I mean, I had a dream that God gave me flight Too fly for my own good, so God gave me plight If I wake up in the morning now I gotta give 'em sight Make 'em see, break 'em free, ain't a G, show you right [Chorus: Lupe Fiasco & Sarah Green] The game is not to give 'em nothing real Real, real, real, real Nothing that they could use, nothing that they could feel Feel, feel, feel, feel Give 'em a bunch of lies and teach 'em that it's real Real, real, real, real So that's all they'll know, that's all that they'll feel Feel, feel, feel [Verse 3: Lupe Fiasco] Struggle, another sign that God love you 'Cause on the low, being poor make you humble Keep they names in my rhymes to try and keep 'em out of trouble 'Cause being poor also teach you how to hustle All they want is some shoes or some rims for they bubble Now that I got my own I can hit 'em with a couple Cuff my homies so they ain't got no reason to cuff you That's my plan, if I can, on the Man up above you [Chorus: Lupe Fiasco & Sarah Green] That's why, I gotta give 'em something real Real, real, real, real Something they could recognize, something they could feel Feel, feel, feel, feel To my homies on the block I gotta give 'em something real Real, real, real, real Something that'll make 'em stop, something they can feel Feel, feel, feel [Outro: Lupe Fiasco & Sarah Green] Yo! FNF are real; really real, yea You know what it is, woo Baby girl said she was in the mood for something real Real, real, real, real Let's go So real, so real, so real25

Hip-HopRap

Show Me What You Got

JAY-Z

[Produced by Just Blaze] [Intro: Jay-Z] This is a state of emergency, bitches What you want me to do? I'm sorry! I'm back [Chorus Jay-Z & Public Enemy] Hey, hey, hey, hey! Hey, hey, hey! Uh! (Uh-huh!) Show me what you got, lil mama Show me what you got, pretty lady Show me what you got, shorty Show me what you got, baby Hands up and waves, and waves (Show 'Em Whatcha Got! Show 'Em Whatcha Got!) And waves, and waves! Uh! (Show 'Em Whatcha Got!) [Verse 1: Jay-Z] Give the drummer some Shit, I already gave the summer some It's the winter's turn, Hovi Hov is the coldest I'm just getting better with time, I'm like Opus One Young, no two alike like a snowflake Okay, show me what you got babe Words is slurring, engine purring Mami front, but I'm so determined Shots of Patron, now she in the zone I ain't talking bout the 2-3 Mami in the zone like the homie two-three Jordan or James, makes no difference We all ballin' the same Nigga, I am the Mike Jordan of recordin' Nigga, you might want to fall back from recordin' Shit, what you write is not important So it forced him to go for the hype For being brave they may applaud him But misery, I will assure them Aww baby, just ignore them Truth or dare, mami, listen and learn I got a drop, I just took off the top, it's your turn You might also like[Chorus Jay-Z & Public Enemy] Hey, hey, hey, hey! Hey, hey, hey, hey! (Uh!) Show me what you got, lil mama Show me what you got, pretty lady Show me what you got, shorty Show me what you got, baby Hands up and waves, and waves And waves, and waves! Uh! Show me what you got, lil mama Show me what you got, pretty lady Show me what you got, shorty Show me what you got, baby (Uh, uh!) Hands up and waves, and waves (Show 'Em Whatcha Got! Show 'Em Whatcha Got!) And waves, and waves! Uh! (Show 'Em Whatcha Got!) [Verse 2: Jay-Z] H.O.V.A., gold bottles of that Ace of Spade Why even fool with these other guys, they all stingy All these dudes know how to say is gimme Gimme some head, gimme some brain Gimme your number, gimme your name But if I get one night baby girl, I swear I'll make you tell these other dudes gimme got you here I'll take you shopping, take long trips I'll take the cork off, you can take sips I'll take you there, take my time Take your clothes off, you take off mine Ma, show me what you got Hovi in the spot, tried to told you I was hot Tell these other dudes it's a wrap Get the fuck out the throne you clone, the King's back! Y'all got less than two months to get y'all thing together Good luck [Chorus Jay-Z & Public Enemy] Show me what you got, lil mama Show me what you got, pretty lady (Ow!) Show me what you got, shorty Show me what you got, baby (Uh, uh!) Hands up and waves, and waves (Show 'Em Whatcha Got! Show 'Em Whatcha Got!) And waves, and waves! Uh! (Show 'Em Whatcha Got!) Show me what you got, lil mama Show me what you got, pretty lady Show me what you got, shorty Show me what you got, baby (Uh, uh!) Hands up and waves, and waves (Show 'Em Whatcha Got! Show 'Em Whatcha Got!) And waves, and waves! Uh! (Show 'Em Whatcha Got!) [Outro: Jay-Z] Ladies and gentlemen, the most incredible H-O, uh huh H-O, uh huh He's back Justin Blaze Blazettes Roc-A-Fella Records Dynasty continues, y'all die Uh huh, peace!10

Hip-HopRap

Business

Eminem

[Intro: Eminem & Dr. Dre] Marshall! Sounds like an SOS , Andre, you're fucking right! To the Rapmobile—let's go! (Marshall! Marshall!) Bitches and gentlemen! It's showtime! Hurry hurry, step right up! Introducing the star of our show His name is (Marshall!) You wouldn't wanna be anywhere else in the world right now So without further ado, I bring to you (Marshall!) [Verse 1: Eminem] You 'bout to witness hip-hop in its most purest Most rawest form, flow almost flawless Most hardest, most honest known artist Chip off the old block, but old Doc is (back) Looks like Batman brought his own Robin Oh God, Saddam's got his own Laden With his own private plane, his own pilot Set to blow college dorm room doors off the hinges Oranges, peach, pears, plums, syringes Vrinn, vrinn! Yeah, here I come, I'm inches Away from you, dear, fear none Hip-hop is in a state of 9-1-1, so You might also like[Chorus: Eminem & Dr. Dre] Let's get down to business I don't got no time to play around, what is this? Must be a circus in town, let's shut the shit down On these clowns; can I get a witness? (Hell yeah!) Let's get down to business I don't got no time to play around, what is this? Must be a circus in town, let's shut the shit down On these clowns; can I get a witness? (Hell yeah!) [Verse 2: Eminem] Quick, gotta move fast, gotta perform miracles Gee willikers, Dre, holy bat syllables! Look at all the bullshit that goes on in Gotham When I'm gone, time to get rid of these rap criminals So skip to your lou while I do what I do best You ain't even impressed no more, you're used to it Flow's too wet, nobody close to it Nobody says it but still everybody knows the shit The most hated on out of all those who say they get hated on In eighty songs and exaggerate it all so much They make it all up, there's no such thing Like a female with good looks who cooks and cleans It just means so much more to so much more People, when you're rappin' and you know what for The show must go on; so I'd like to welcome y'all To Marshall and Andre's carnival, c'mon! [Chorus: Eminem & Dr. Dre] Now let's get down to business I don't got no time to play around, what is this? Must be a circus in town, let's shut the shit down On these clowns; can I get a witness? (Hell yeah!) Let's get down to business I don't got no time to play around, what is this? Must be a circus in town, let's shut the shit down On these clowns; can I get a witness? (Hell yeah!) [Verse 3: Eminem & Dr. Dre] It's just like old times, the Dynamic Duo Two old friends, why panic? You already know Who's fully capable, the two caped heroes Dial straight down the center, eight-zero-zero You can even call collect, the most feared duet Since me and Elton played career Russian Roulette And never even see me blink or get to bustin' a sweat People steppin' over people just to rush to the set Just to get to see an MC who breathes so freely Ease over these beats and be so breezy Jesus, how can shit be so easy? How can one Chandra be so Levy? Turn on these beats, MCs don't see me Believe me, BET and MTV Are gonna grieve when we leave, dog, fo' sheezy Can't leave rap alone, the game needs me 'Til we grow beards, get weird and disappear Into the mountains, nothin' but clowns down here But we ain't fuckin' around 'round here Yo, Dre (What up?) Can I get a "hell..."? (Hell yeah!) [Chorus: Eminem & Dr. Dre] Now let's get down to business I don't got no time to play around, what is this? Must be a circus in town, let's shut the shit down On these clowns; can I get a witness? (Hell yeah!) Let's get down to business I don't got no time to play around, what is this? Must be a circus in town, let's shut the shit down On these clowns; can I get a witness? (Hell yeah!) [Outro: Eminem] So there you have it, folks (Marshall!) has come to save the day Back with his friend Andre And to remind you that bullshit does not pay Because (Marshall!) and Andre are here to stay And never go away Until our dying day Until we're old and grey (Marshall!) So until next time, friends Same blonde hair, same rap channel Good night, everyone! Thank you for coming! Your host for the evening (Marshall!) Oh! Heh99

Rap

Locked Up

Akon

[Verse 1] I'm steady tryna find the motive (Motive) Why I do what I do? Freedom ain't getting no closer (Closer) No matter how far I go My car is stolen (Stolen) No registration (-Tration) Cops patrollin' (Patrollin') Now they done stop me and I get locked up [Chorus] They won't let me out They won't let me out I'm locked up They won't let me out (No!) They won't let me out I'm locked up They won't let me out They won't let me out I'm locked up They won't let me out (No!) They won't let me out [Verse 2] Heading uptown to re-up (Re-up) Back with a couple keys (Keys) Corner block's on fire (Fire) Undercovers dressed as fiends (Fiends) Making so much money (Money) Product's moving fast (Fast!) Put away the stash As I sold the last bag Fucked around and got locked up See Akon LiveGet tickets as low as $345You might also like[Chorus] They won't let me out They won't let me out (My nigga, I'm locked up) They won't let me out (No!) They won't let me out I got locked up They won't let me out They won't let me out (Baby girl, I'm locked up) They won't let me out (No!) They won't let me out [Verse 3] ‘Cause visitation no longer comes by (Comes by) Seems like they forgot about me ('Bout me) Commissary is getting empty (Empty) My cell mates getting food without me (Without me) Can't wait to get out And move forward with my life (Ooh no, with my life) Got a family that loves me And wants me to do right But instead, I'm here locked up [Chorus] They won't let me out They won't let me out (Ohh! I'm locked up) They won't let me out (No!) They won't let me out (My nigga, I'm locked up) They won't let me out Oh, oh, oh! (They won't let me out) I'm locked up They won't let me out (No!) They won't let me out [Outro] Can you pay me a visit? (They won't let me out) Send me some magazines? (They won't let me out) Send me some money orders? (They won't let me out) (No!) Pay me a visit, baby (They won't let me out) ‘Cause I'm locked up (They won't let me out) Where's my lawyer? (They won't let me out) I'm locked up (They won't let me out) (No!) Get me out of here (They won't let me out) I'm locked up, they won't let me out They won't let me out (Baby, I'm locked up) They won't let me out (No!) Where's my niggas on the lock-down? (They won't let me out) Damn, I'm locked up, they won't let me out I'm locked up, they won't let me out Ohhh! They won't let me out Can you please accept my phone calls? (They won't let me out) I'm locked up, locked up, locked up17

Hip-HopRap

Medicine Ball

Eminem

[Intro] Oh my goodness, what have I done? Oh no, I can't believe it It's like I've got the whole world in my palm And I'm ready to drop bombs [Verse 1] Welcome to the Slim Shady Mecca, Rebecca It's the village in New York, right next to the Tribeca That's my sector, homosexual dissector Come again, rewind selector I said, "Nice rectum," I had a vi-sectomy Hector So you can't get pregnant if I bisexually wreck ya Hannibal Lecter into guy sex and I bet ya I tantalize ya and in less than five seconds I get ya They say once bitten then twice shy, well I'm next to the guy With nine ecstasy pills and five extra Boxes of ribbed condoms in quantities, why yes sir I took the rest of the Lunesta pills from my dresser That's my kind of vibe, what else should I try, Lester? Drop-kick the bitch before her second trimester Perform the home abortion with Dexter, then I guess I'll Dig her fetus out with a wire hanger, then digest her [Chorus] I guess it's time for you to hate me again Let's begin, now hand me the pen How should I begin it and where does it all end? The world is just my medicine ball, you're all in I said, I guess it's time for you to hate me again Let's begin, now hand me the pen How should I begin it and where does it all end? My medicine ball, you're in my medicine ball, friends You might also like[Verse 2] All my Westside bitches throw it up Put a balloon inside your pussy, queef, and blow it up Man, I think that he just fell off the deep end, showin' up So you better change the station to keep from throwing up Man, you seen it all before, you're all too familiar with it There's a penis on the floor and two balls, so you know who did it You know you with it, girl, don't front, oh no, you didn't I won't rape all the Pussycat Dolls? Nicole, you kiddin'? I'll pee on Rihanna, see man, I do what I wanna Spray perfume in the sauna room, crazy-gluin' Madonna To the La-Z-Boy sofa, fold her in two, then sit on her Imagine the visual for that, man, who would've thought I Could ever be such a relentless prick, unleashing his vengeance But the chick's so old, she looks like she outlived a life sentence I never meant this rhyme to be so offensive If you weren't so defensive, it wouldn't be, you're so sensitive [Chorus] I guess it's time for you to hate me again Let's begin, now hand me the pen How should I begin it and where does it all end? The world is just my medicine ball, you're all in I said, I guess it's time for you to hate me again Let's begin, now hand me the pen How should I begin it and where does it all end? My medicine ball, you're in my medicine ball, friends [Verse 3] Put Christopher Reeves on a unicycle with a kickstand Kick it up and push him and lead him right into quicksand Here, you need a hand, big man? Grab hold of this branch With both hands, man, they don't understand, I'm just a sick man Now everybody's pissed at me Like it's my fault his name rhymes with so many different words, jeez So one last time, Mr. Christopher Reeves Won't you break it down for me and just spit the verse, please? "Eminem, I'm coming to kill you *inhale* Always hated you, and I still do You'll never fill my shoes, my Superman costume *inhale* Doesn't even fit you, they don't feel you You're taking this shit too far *inhale* Who do you think you are? Hang my suit up in the armoire Every day I hate you more and more, throw down the cardboard Let's breakdance if you think you're hardcore" [Chorus] I guess it's time for you to hate me again Let's begin, now hand me the pen How should I begin it and where does it all end? The world is just my medicine ball, you're all in I said, I guess it's time for you to hate me again Let's begin, now hand me the pen How should I begin it and where does it all end? My medicine ball, you're in my medicine ball, friends (Medicine ball, friends) [Outro] The world is mine38

Rap

You’re a Customer

EPMD

[Erick Sermon] Knick knack patty whack give a dog a bone Yo, don't give him nothing but a microphone Don't stop, I'm not finished yet You said I'm not the E, you wanna make a bet? Remember this: Lounge, you in the danger zone I figured you would, now leave me alone You pick and you wish on a four-leaf clover To be the E double E over and over You're intrigued by the way I do my thing (Do what?) Pick up the mic high and make it swing [PMD] I have the capability to rap and chill Cold wax and tax MCs who tend to act ill It's like a Dig'em Smack You smack me and I'll smack you back I get goosebumps when the bassline thumps A sucker MC arrives, now it's time for lunch When I'm cooling on the scene, I notice one thing I'm not Bounce, so sucker MCs cling I consider myself better than average Yo, I rock the mic like a wild beast savage [Erick Sermon] I'm in the bottling state, I can't concentrate I make a move like chess, then I yell "checkmate" You know why I get zanier and zanier? Because of EPMD mania When I walk through the crowd I can see heads turning I hear voices saying "That's Erick Sermon" Not only from the women, but from the men You know what? It feels good, my friend You might also like[PMD] I'm the P double E, the Thrilla of Manila Better known as the MC cold killer PMD's goal is to keep the place jumping And if not we feel we owe you something It's like lotto, you have to be in it to win it But if the beat is fresh then Diamond J will spin it If J spin it, then it has to be def To make you dance until there's no one left 'Cause you a customer [Erick Sermon] Praying like a prey when the fox in action I smell blood, no time for maxin' Camouflage in the green, my back is arced Plus you in trouble 'cause it's after dark My eyes close like Steve Austin, I got you in the square I would let you run, nah, that ain't fair So I clear my visions so I can spot him Snatch him by the neck and say "Hmmm I got him" [PMD] My neighbor MCs, you're in over your head My rhymes are hungry plus they haven't been fed The process of elimination is quite simple Let you grow like a blackhead and pop you like a pimple Slice you like lettuce, toss you like a salad Revoke your MC license if your rhymes are invalid As we go on, sucker MCs sound wacker Like a parrot says "Polly want a cracker" [Erick Sermon] It was a rap contest, nothing we couldn't handle At a house they had the mics on the mantel Looked at the DJ and said "May I?" Lit it up like the Fourth of July Because I float like a butterfly, sting like a bee No, I'm the E of EPMD I have a strong point of view on the way things run Just shut up and listen and learn my son [PMD] Absorb that ass like Bounty, the quicker picker upper To tell you up front, you're nothing but a sucker The style we're using, no doubt copastetic You try to bite and yet sound pathetic 'Cause I'mma rhyme like a tailor, flow like a sailor As the beat gets stronger, MCs get staler Not bragging or protagging, surely not fagging MCs surrender, raise the flags and Give up the titles 'cause the signs are vital I keep a voice tuned at a slow and swift idle And you a customer [Erick Sermon] I need a man meal sandwich, yes I need Manwich I feel good, now it's time to do damage I feel like battling, you know what I mean? When I rhyme one time to release the steam When I grab the mic I get dramatic like an actor You know why I get over? I'm the master I do a show, pack it in 'til it's clamming up Look for the microphone then I jam it up [PMD] You said you see me jamming at New York Tech You got one right fella, you deserve a check How did you know? You must have been jocking How would you know the places I be rocking? Don't follow me fella, every move that I make I'm hostile now so I'll give you a break Research upon me but don't go past the limit Here's my card and on the back is my fan club digits [Erick Sermon] There's two things to check out in the words that I'm saying Plus listen to the guitar playing The bro is bad, the strings he's plucking Fire rhyme after rhyme, watch MCs duckin' [PMD] MCs, it's the final countdown You look tired, can you go the round? If you can, I'll slap your hand and give you credit And if not, I'll turn around and say "Forget it" [Erick Sermon] People, they say that I'm a party pooper That’s not true, I’m a Long Island trooper You a customer3

Hip-HopRap

You Gots to Chill

EPMD

[Intro: Parrish Smith + sample] You gots to chill DJ K La Boss cuts "Jungle boogie" [Verse 1: Erick Sermon] Relax your mind, let your conscience be free And get down to the sounds of EPMD Well you should keep quiet while the MC rap But if you tired, then go take a nap! Or stay awake and watch the show I take Because right now - I'm 'bout to shake and bake The E-R-I-C-K is my name, I spell Thanks to the clientele, yo I rock well I'm not an MC who talkin' all that junk About who can beat who, soundin' like a punk I just get down and I go for mine Say "check one-two" and run down the line [Verse 2: Parrish Smith] To the average MC I'm known as The Terminator Funky beat maker, new jack exterminator Destroying a ploy, well your rhymes are now void Never sweatin' your girl (Why P?) 'Cause she's a skeezoid When I'm on the scene I always rock the spot I grab the steel with the crown on top In the beginnin', I like to let my rhymes flow And at twelve, I press cruise control Sit back and relax, let my rhymes tax Maintain MC's while the Double-E macks Always calm under pressure, no need to act ill Listen when I tell you boy You might also like[Chorus: Parrish Smith] You gots to chill DJ K La Boss cuts "Jungle boogie" [Verse 3: Erick Sermon] I be the personal computer information on rap Like the B-I-Z Markie says, I'll make your toes tap I format the rhymes, step by step Make 'em sound def to maintain my rep Prepared to come off, in case of a diss Not worried about a thing, 'cause we can do this I can turn the party out just by standin' still Make the ladies scream and shout while the brothers act ill Take total control of your body and soul Pack a nine in my pants for when it's time to roll [Verse 4: Parrish Smith] I'm the P double-E M-D-E-E And one thing I hate, is a bitin' MC When I enter the party suckers always form a line Then they ease their way up, and try to bite my lines I did thousands of shows, dissed many faces And deal with new jacks on a one-to-one basis But every now and then a sucker MC gets courageous And like an epidemic it becomes contagious But never the least they all R.I.P For all those unaware it means Rest In Peace 'Cause M.D. -- stands for Microphone Doctor And the capital P (capital P) capital M (capital M) Capital D-E-E's no doubt the chief rocker Don't like to get ill, but if I have to I kill So believe me boy [Chorus: Parrish Smith] You gots to chill DJ K La Boss cuts "Jungle boogie!" [Verse 5: Erick Sermon] Catch every word I'm sayin', no there's no delayin' Don't hesitate to motivate the crowd I'm not playin' Seein' is believin', you catch my drift? Don't try to adapt because I'm just too swift (How swift?) I'm so swift and that's an actual fact I'm like Zorro, I mark a E on your back I don't swing on no ropes or no iron cords The only weapon is my rappin' sword [Verse 6: Parrish Smith] Intimidate MCs with the tone of my vocal throne When I'm pushin' on the microphone 'Cause I'm the funky rhyme maker, MC undertaker The one who likes to max and relax And when it's time, issue dig-em-smacks I keep their hands clappin', fingers snappin', feet tappin' When it's time to roll Uzi patrol is packin' The PMD, the mic's my only friend And through the course of the party, I kill again and again So if you're thinkin' bout battlin' you better come prepared Come with your shield and your armor geared [Chorus: All] You gots to chill DJ K La Boss cuts "Jungle boogie!" [Outro: Erick Sermon, Parrish Smith] DJ La Boss, takes no shorts1

Hip-HopRap

Crossover

EPMD

[Hook] Whatever you want Whatever you need I wanna do it for you, I do Whatever you want Whatever you need I wanna do it for you, I do [Erick Sermon] Erick Sermon's in the house Let's get up, let's get down Roll with the hardcore funk, the hardcore sound (yeah) Let's get wit this, mackadocious funk material So simple, when I rock wit the instrumental Who am I (E-D the Green Eyed Bandit) Control my career so I can never get stranded But the rest are gettin' Brand Nubian Changed up they style, from jeans to suits and Thinking about a pop record, somethin' made for the station For a whole new relation- Ship of a new type of scene To go platinum and clock mad green AKA, a sellout, the rap definition Get off that boy, change your mission Come back around the block Pump Color Me Badd to the ah, tick tock Let them know your logo, not a black thing My background sing, my background sing for the crossover You might also like[Hook] Whatever you want Whatever you need I wanna do it for you, I do The crossover Whatever you want Whatever you need I wanna do it for you, I do [Parrish Smith] The rap era's outta control, brother's sellin' their soul To go gold, going, going, gone, another rapper sold (To who) To pop and R&B, not the MD I'm strictly hip-hop, I'll stick to Kid Capri Funk mode, yeah, kid, that's how the Squad rolls I know your head is bobbin' cuz the neck knows (Not like other rappers) frontin' on they fans, they ill Trying to chill, saying "damn, it be great to sell a mill!" That's when the mind switch to the pop tip (Kid, you're gonna be large!) Yeah right, that's what the company kicks Forget the black crowds, you're wack now In a zoot suit, frontin' black lookin' mad foul I speak for the hardcore (rough, rugged and raw) I'm outta here, catch me chillin' on my next tour From the US to the white cliffs of Dover Strictly underground funk, keep the crossover [Hook] Whatever you want Whatever you need I wanna do it for you, I do Crossover Whatever you want Whatever you need I wanna do it for you, I do [Erick Sermon] (So whatcha sayin) You wanna go pop goes the weasel You know you should be rocking the fans wit something diesel But you insist to piss me off black So I flex the biceps so I can push em back So real hardcore hip-hop continue wreck it And all sucker MCs duck down and get the message So ban the crossover, yo, who's wit me (Hit Squad) yeah, P, hit me [Parrish Smith] Another megablast funky dope style from cross yonder (So help me Rhonda, help, help me Rhonda) (Yo, from what) the crossover, yeah crossing you over Outta here, gone, peace, nice to know ya (see ya) What a way to go out, no clout is what the fans will shout Cause you got gassed and took the wrong route Came on the scene, chillin', freakin' a funky dope line But when they finish wit you (beep) flatline Some say, "There's no business like show business," But if that's the truth, please explain why is this: Rap has been around long, makin' mad noise you see Still I haven't seen one rapper livin' comfortably No time to pick and wish on a four leaf clover I stick to underground, keep the crossover [Hook] Whatever you want Whatever you need I wanna do it for you, I do Crossover Whatever you want Whatever you need I wanna do it for you, I do1

Hip-HopRap

So Wat Cha Sayin’

EPMD

[Erick Sermon] The employees of the year, yeah, we're back to work I took time off, while other rappers got jerked Due to the fact they wack in their track Have to go back and stack 'cause they lack The ingredients EPMD and scratch for that... *DJ Scratch cuts and scratches* Yo, I'm the hip-hopper, plus the show shocker Down with MD, yes, the microphone doctor One wrecks, the other destroys And if you think that you're ready to mess (Kill the noise) We don't play when it's time to slay I get a cut from my homey, yo, then I lay Back and mack and all the rhymes I pack And wait for a sucker to jump and then attack [Parrish Smith] Well, I'm known to be the master in the MC field No respect in '87, '88, you kneel Cause I produce and get loose, when it's time to perform Wax a sucker like Mop & Glo (That's word bond) Smacked a second time, but on a different assignment And do a sucker new jack who needs a rappin' alignment 'Cause I'm the cream of the crop when it's time to do a show Girlies on my jock for my dope intro As I glance at E-Double, king microphone wrecker Turn on my cordless, sayin' mic checka To the ladies ... and all party goers Some call me P, and others slow flower Brothers on my jock, for the way I hold a piece of steel So what you sayin'? So what you sayin'? You might also like[Erick Sermon] Puttin' heads to bed, straight out the box MCs are jumpin' out shoes and socks I'm not playin', understand what I'm sayin' Catch a sucker in my way, and I'm slayin' Takin' no shorts, showin' vital sign You can tell by my lines that I'm gettin' mines In '89, because I'm fine as wine Sit back and recline, watch the sun shine Take a stroll, listen to rock and roll Catch a flick at the movies, dance or bowl What I choose I refuse to slack while I'm back I take a chance jack, so I must attack With knick knack paddywack so I won't lack Oh, my style is def, and as deadly as crack [Parrish Smith] While I'm slayin' music's playin', a sucker is delayin' Battle in the trenches where the funky beat playin' 'Cause with a partner like E Double don't come a dime a dozen Not kin or blood-related, but you can call us cousins 'Cause as we climb the charts, better known as statistics Brothers on my jock while I'm kickin' ballistics Droppin' hits like 'I'm Housin,' 'You Gots To Chill,' and more The proof is in the pudding (Yo, check the Billboard) People round town talkin' this and that Of how we sound like the R, and our music was wack Dropped the album Strictly Business and you thought we would fold Thirty days later, the LP went gold So what you sayin'? So what you sayin'? [Erick Sermon] Now party people it's time for the exquisite No knock knock who that over there or who is it It's the E-R-I-C-K, yes, the Boy Wonder No foulups, no bleeps, no bloops or no blunders So hot, so you can say I'm blazin' Or Luther Vandross says, yo I am "Sooooooo amazing, and I've been waiting" For a sucker to attack yo me the E-Double 'Cause me and PMD is like the funky fresh couple [Parrish Smith] I fight fire with fire, that's why most retired And when we needed a piss boy, you was hired 'Cause you was mesmerized, for that style that we was bringin' In an all-out battle, P comes out swingin' 'Cause I'm just the type of brother that's out to get mines And if the odds against me, I still drop lines And get mines on time, that's why most resign Sit in my La-Z-Boy chair, relax my head and recline Sip a Pepsi or Coke, with a twist of lime Or crack a forty-oh, and then I go for mine So what you sayin'? So what you sayin'?1

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Verbal Intercourse

Raekwon

[Produced by RZA] [Intro: Raekwon, Nas & Ghostface Killah] No tricks, no tricks, baby Yeah, ayy, yo, Rae, check me out, y'all It's the science (Fly wonderful, yeah, y'all) Tony Starks and, umm, Lex Diamonds (Tony Starks) My nigga Nas Word up Stay wise All types of shit, yo, son Hit these kids mad, couldn't know our story, right? Show those crabs how to rhyme (Yeah, baby) Shake a nigga with a few of them joints It's only like five percent out of a hundred Do it to 'em, baby [Verse 1: Nas] Through the lights, cameras, and action, glamor, glitters, and gold I unfold the scroll, plant seeds to stampede the globe When I'm deceased, by then the beast arise like yeast To conquer peace, leaving savages to roam in the streets Live on the run, police paying me to give in my gun Trick my wisdom with the system that imprisoned my son Smoke a gold leaf, I hold heat nonchalantly I'm raunchy, but things I do is real, it never haunts me, while Funny style niggas roll in the pile Rooster-heads profile on the bus to Rikers Isle Holding weed inside they pussy with they minds on the pretty things in life Props is a true thug's wife It's like a cycle, niggas come home, some'll go in Do a bullet, come back, do the same shit again From the womb to the tomb, presume the unpredictable Guns salute life rapidly, that's the ritual You might also like[Verse 2: Raekwon] Perhaps bullets bust, niggas discuss mad money True lies and white guys, we can see it through the eyes Catch the most on tape, kilos disintegrate Pyrex pots, we break, fiends licking plates In the building, niggas building, like little children, staring Them older niggas ain't caring Sirens circling, fiends are lurking in your baggage Oh, one's gone now, what? Smack him in his cabbage In the woodwork Crack sales bubble like Woolworths in the projects Richest niggas rocking all the real worth Police questioning, rooftop cats invested in Trading in they Lexuses, GSs, sending messages Two and two makes four, Cristals crazily pour Gun wars, my crew feel 'em like swords [Verse 3: Ghostface Killah] With the green leathers, hundred-pound snakes and cakes Fiends found in lakes, jealously jakes we shake What I strive for is what I live for Infatuated by material things in this wild life of war Like somewhere over the rainbow, I see a big pot of gold Future stacks, so I hold Thousands of cracks bagged up inside the shoebox Don't keep jack in my lab, don't wanna see 2Pac Got two spots on New Lots flooded with rocks Shootouts making me hot, crooked cops, bag Tony and the ball drop In denial, I'm banging niggas for slot time Hurry up, duke, I'm next on line And what the fuck is you looking at? By the way young blood hit me off with that Green Bay hat Watch your back inside the hall, new niggas slide through Like doors, yo, you're staring in the mess hall Your adrenaline runs, cigarette niggas be swindling New jacks surrendering, come home not remembering Made bail with different size kicks on, a white dress shirt Looking gay in the yard and you got hurt Flashbacks of the day room, mop wringer style Your faggot ass got bashed trying to turn the dial You told your boo you was wildin' Once you heard Wu, out of the blue, your family's from Shaolin High class cooks, throw on vests out of phone books Infirmary niggas are screaming, "I got juxed" Sharpened toothbrushes, one-ninety mixed with baby oil and shit Your man's in the kitchen stashing ice picks Well I'ma end this with a big red cherry on top Me, Nas, and Rae got the best product on the block [Outro: Raekwon & Ghostface Killah] Cream, my whole team is eatin' off of this good shit (Word up, throw your hands up) Good shit, nigga, next time, no more reload shit (Cock back the MAC if, say whatever your Hawaiian style) Keep your eyes open and your wallet in your front pocket (Exoticness, fly shit) RZA, Ghost, and Chef, and Nas, niggas in the profit (Floatin' on a nine-five in the wind)53

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Put It On

Big L

[Intro: Kid Capri] Hey, hey, hey Come on, come on, come on, come on Come on, come on, come on, come on [Verse 1: Big L] Ayo, you better flee hops, or get your head flown three blocks L keep rappers' hearts pumpin' like Reeboks And every year I gain clout and my name sprouts Some brothers'd still be virgins if crack never came out I got the wild style, always been a foul child My guns go "BOOM BOOM!" and yo' guns go "pow pow" I'm known to have a hottie open I keep the shotty smokin' Front, and get half the bones in your body broken And when it comes to gettin' nookie I'm not a rookie I got girls that make that chick Toni Braxton look like Whoopi I run with sturdy cliques I'm never hittin' dirty chicks Got thirty-five bodies, buddy, don't make it thirty-six Step to this, you're good as gone Word is born, I leave mics torn when I put it on [Chorus: Kid Capri] So put it on, Big L, put it on! Come on, put it onnn, and onnn, and onnn! Come on, put it on, Big L, put it on! Come on, put it on, represent, put it on, come on! You might also like[Verse 2: Big L] Nobody can take nothin' from Big L but a loss, chief The last punk who fronted got a mouth full of false teeth I'm known to gas a hottie and blast a shotty Got more cash than Gotti (You don't know?) you better ask somebody Big L is a crazy brother, and I'm a lady lover A smooth kid that'll run up in your baby mother I push a slick Benz, I'm known to hit skins And get ends and commit sins with sick friends 'Cause I'm a money getter, also a honey hitter You think you nice as me? Haha, you's a funny nigga I flows, so one of my shows wouldn't be clever to miss I'm leavin' competitors pissed To tell you the truth, it gets no better than this I'm catchin' wreck to the break of dawn In this song, yo, it's a must that I put it on [Chorus: Kid Capri] Yeah, so put it on, Big L, put it on! C'mon, put it on, big fella, put it on and on! Put it on, Big L! Put it on, represent! Put it on, c'mon, put it on! [Bridge: Patois Chatta] Some boys see me gun nozzle and take a we fi joke Boy, you gwan dead before you see me gun smoke See me gun nozzle and take me fi joke You gwan dead from a me you provoke [Verse 3: Big L] I drink Moët, not Beck's beer, I stay dressed in slick gear Peace to my homies in the gangsta lean, I'll see you when I get there And it's a fact I keep a gat in my arm reach I charm freaks and bomb geeks from here to Palm Beach I'm puttin' rappers in the wheelchair Big L is the villain you still fear 'Cause I be hangin' in Harlem and shit is for real here If you battle L, you picked the wrong head I smash mics like cornbread You can't kill me, I was born dead And I'm known to pull steel trigs and kill pigs I run with ill kids and real nigs who peel wigs My raps' steady slammin', I keep a heavy cannon It's a new sheriff in town and it ain't Reggie Hammond Peace to my peoples, the Children of the Corn 'Cause we put it on, adiós, ghost, I'm gone [Chorus: Kid Capri] So put it on, Big L, put it on! C'mon, put it on, big fella put it on and onnn! Big L, you gotta put it on and on! Put it on, Big L put it on and on! Word up, knahmsayin? My man Big L, runnin' things for the nine-four And nine-oh-s, you know what I mean? It's the Kid Capri, in full flair And we gon' put it on a little somethin' like this Big L, c'mon! [Outro: Big L & (Kid Capri)] Lord Finesse (He be puttin' it on) My man Buckwild (He be puttin' it on and on) My man Fat Joe (He be puttin' it on) Showbiz and A.G. (Yeah, they be puttin' it on and on) I can’t forget Diamond D (He be puttin' it on) The whole D.I.T.C. (Yeah, they be puttin' it on and on) And of course Kid Capri (Yeah, I be puttin' it on) The whole N.Y.C. (Yeah, we be puttin' it on and on) And I’m out125

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I’m Housin’

EPMD

[Parrish Smith] Coolin' on the scene like a horse in a stable A brother got ill and tried to snatch a fat cable I stepped back, like it wasn't no thing Punched him in the jaw with the fat gold ring I had an ace in the hole when it came to that (Yo P you was packin'?) You know I'm strapped Posse kept rollin' it was hard to get with 'em So I stepped back, and unbuttoned my Lee denim They kept coming, just like I figured So I stepped back, and started sprayin' niggas [Erick Sermon] What a way to go out, out like a sucker But I'm on track, like a Long Island train conductor That can head on a mission, suckers who be dissing Always on my jock like a snake always hissing Grabbing and tapping me like Luther Vandross Take me to the bar for the drink and make a toast Givin' best wishes to the best MC The E the D-O-U-B-L-E Because I'm housin' [Parrish Smith] Coolin at a party, no better yet disco Head feelin mellow from a bottle of Cisco Move To crush and fry a sucker MC like crisco Every chance I get, I try to kill That's one less sucker new jack, who tried to act ill I keep the place jumpin' 'til the party's through Whether it's disco, hardcore, or rhythm and blues Take off your coat, won't you stay a while Check out the voice that is smooth and mild It's like Wheel of Fortune, go on for big money Come cold rock the party, and leave with your honey You might also like[Erick Sermon] Gimme the cue, check one two Don't try to come off on me, because you doo-doo Treatin me the E Doubl-E, like a stepchild Well let me tell you homeboy you're livin' foul MCs, you know who you are (On the bandwagon) Why P? (Cause you a star) This is the year that when the joker's are wild When a fag can't hack it and try to bite the style I get hip to the scheme, before it happens If it gets wild, then I start cappin' But for now, since everything's calm Relate to the matter as I drop the bomb As I proceed to rock, the girls are clockin' Some brothers act hard but the rest are jockin' Because I'm housin' [Parrish Smith] I come on strong, like a bodybuilder Cast a spell upon a sucker, like witch Matilda Deliver a rhyme like Federal Express My intention's not to dis, but impress For ladies and gents, who money was spent To see the E-P-Double-E-M-D (yes the main event) In concert... not worried bout oohs and boos (because we do work) To make your body jerk (To make your girl want to leave her man and start to flirt With the P) Double-E MD Double E'n I'm not skeezing, but pleasing All party goers, also behind show-ers Who like the not, fast slow flow of rhymes that form in my dome Out the mouth, to the microphone Because I'm housin'1

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Hard

Rihanna

[Intro: Rihanna, Jeezy] Yeah, yeah, yeah (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) Yeah, yeah, yeah (Ah yeah, yeah, yeah yeah, yeah, yeah) Ah yeah yeah yeah (Ah yeah yeah yeah, haha) Ah yeah (Ah yeah) ah yeah (Ah yeah, ah yeah) Ah yeah (Ah yeah) yeah (Yeah) Ah yeah (Ah yeah) ah yeah (Ah yeah) Ah yeah (Ah yeah) yeah (Yeah) [Verse 1: Rihanna, Jeezy] They can say whatever, I'ma do whatever No pain is forever, yup! You know this (Young!) Tougher than a lion, ain't gon' needa try it I live where the sky ends, yup! You know this (Young!) Never lying, truth-teller That Rihanna reign just won't let up All-black on, blacked-out shades (Shades) Blacked-out Maybach I'ma rock this shit like fashion As in, going 'til they say stop (Hold up) And my runway never looked so clear But the hottest bitch in heels right here (Here) No fear, and while you're getting your cry on I'm getting my fly on Sincere, I see you aiming at my pedestal I better let you know You might also like[Chorus: Rihanna, Jeezy] That I, I, I, I'm so hard (So hard) Yeah, yeah, yeah, I'm so hard (Too hard) That I, I, I, I'm so hard (So hard) Yeah, yeah, yeah, I'm so hard (Too hard) That I, I, I, I'm so hard (So hard) Yeah, yeah, yeah, I'm so hard (Too hard) So hard (Yeah!) so hard (Yeah!) So hard (Yeah!) so hard (Yeah!) [Post Chorus: Rihanna, Jeezy] Brrah, ah (Yeah, yeah, yeah) That Rihanna reign just don't let up Brrah, ah, ah (Yeah, yeah, yeah) That Rihanna reign just don't let up Brrah, ah (Yeah, yeah, yeah) That Rihanna reign just don't let up So hard (Yeah!) so hard (Yeah!) So hard (Yeah!) so hard (Yeah!) [Verse 2: Rihanna, Jeezy] All up on it, know you wanna clone it Ain't like me, that chick too phony (Young!) Ride this beat, beat, beat like a pony Meet me at the top, top, top getting lonely (Young!) Who think they test me now? Run through your town, I shut it down Brilliant, resilient Fan mail from twenty-seven million (Young!) And I want it all It's gonna take more than that, hope that ain't all you got I need it all (Hold up!) The money, the fame, the cars, the clothes I can't just let you run up on me like that All on me like that, yeah I see you aiming at my pedestal So I think I gotta let you know [Chorus: Rihanna, Jeezy] That I, I, I, I'm so hard (So hard) Yeah, yeah, yeah, I'm so hard (Too hard) That I, I, I, I'm so hard (So hard) Yeah, yeah, yeah, I'm so hard (Too hard) That I, I, I, I'm so hard (So hard) Yeah, yeah, yeah, I'm so hard (Too hard) So hard (Yeah!) so hard (Yeah!) So hard (Yeah!) so hard (Yeah!) [Verse 3: Jeezy] It's go hard or go home, back to your residence Soon the Red Dogs give the block back to the presidents I used to run my whole block like Obama them You ain't gotta believe me, go ask my momma them Couldn't even come in my room, smelled like a kilo Look like me and two of my boys playing casino Count the style I keep in my bag, they can't afford it Tell 'em "Give me back my swag," they tryna clone it See my Louis chucks, Louis flag, Louis frames Louis belt, what that make me, Louis Mane? I'm in the all-white party wearing all black With my new black watch, call it the heart attack Cardiac arrest, Carti'ac a wrist Yeah, they say they hard, they ain't hard as this Hard: the one word describes me If I wasn't doing this, you know where I'd be to 'em [Bridge: Rihanna, Jeezy] Where them girls talking trash? Where them girls talking trash? Where they at? Where they at? Where they at? Where them bloggers at? Where them bloggers at? Where they at? Where they at? Where they at? Where your lighters at? Where your lighters at? Where they at? Where they at? Where they at? So hard (Yeah!) so hard (Yeah!) So hard (Yeah!) so hard (Yeah!) [Chorus: Rihanna, Jeezy] That I, I, I, I'm so hard (Yeah!) Yeah, yeah, yeah, I'm so hard (Yeah!) That I, I, I, I'm so hard (So hard) Yeah, yeah, yeah, I'm so hard (Too hard) So hard, so hard (So hard) So hard, so hard (Too hard) [Outro: Rihanna] That I, I, I33

Pop

Sky’s The Limit

The Notorious B.I.G.

[Intro: Voletta Wallace] Baby, look at me Mama love you And I know you ain't no little boy no more But you'll always be my baby It seems like only yesterday I was holding you in my arms Now look at you now, Biggie But I worry about you I worry about you all the time Hangin' out on the corner All times at night with the cruel people Baby, that ain't nothin' but trouble I always taught you that you could have whatever you dream Well, I want you to hold onto that dream, baby Hold on to it real tight, ‘cause the sky's the limit [Break: The Notorious B.I.G.] Good evening, ladies and gentlemen How's everybody doin' tonight? (Alright) I'd like to welcome to the stage (Alright, alright) The lyrically acclaimed, ha (Woo) I like this young man, because when he came out (Hahahaha) He came out with the phrase: He went from ashy to classy — haha, I like that (Alright, alright) So everybody in the house give a warm (Uh) Round of applause for The Notorious B.I.G, ha The Notorious B.I.G, ladies and gentlemen Give it up for him, y'all! You might also like[Verse 1: The Notorious B.I.G.] Uh A nigga never been as broke as me, I like that When I was young, I had two pair of Lees, besides that The pinstripes and the gray The one I wore on Mondays and Wednesdays While niggas flirt, I'm sewin' tigers on my shirts, and alligators You wanna see the inside? Huh, I see ya later Here comes the drama "Oh, that's that nigga with the fake" Blaow! "Why you punch me in my face?" Stay in your place Play your position (Uh), here come my intuition (Uh-huh) Go in this nigga pocket, rob him while his friends watchin' And hoes clockin', here comes respect His crew's your crew, or they might be next Look at they man eye, big man, they never try So we rolled with 'em, stole with 'em I mean loyalty, niggas bought me milks at lunch The milks was chocolate, the cookies — butter crunch '88 Oshkosh and blue and white dunks, pass the blunt [Chorus: 112] Sky is the limit and you know that you keep on Just keep on pressin' on Sky is the limit and you know that you can have What you want, be what you want Sky is the limit and you know that you keep on Just keep on pressin' on Sky is the limit and you know that you can have What you want, be what you want Have what you want, be what you want [Verse 2: The Notorious B.I.G.] I was ashamed, my crew was lame I had enough heart for most of 'em Long as I got stuff from most of 'em It's on, even when I was wrong, I got my point across They depicted me the boss, of course My orange box-cutter make the world go round Plus I'm fuckin', bitches ain't my homegirls now Start stackin', dabbled in crack, gun packin' Nickname Medina, make the seniors tote my ninas From gym class to Inglés, pass off a global The only nigga with a mobile, can't you see like Total Gettin' larger in waists and tastes Ain't no tellin' where this felon is headin', just in case Keep a shell at the tip of your melon, clear the space Your brain was a terrible thing to waste '88 on gates, snatch initial name plates Smokin' spliffs with niggas, real-life beginner killers Prayin' God forgive us for being sinners, help us out [Chorus: 112] Sky is the limit and you know that you keep on Just keep on pressin' on Sky is the limit and you know that you can have What you want, be what you want Sky is the limit and you know that you keep on Just keep on pressin' on Sky is the limit and you know that you can have What you want, be what you want Have what you want, be what you want [Verse 3: The Notorious B.I.G.] After realizin', to master enterprisin' I ain't have to be in school by ten, I then Begin to encounter with my counterparts On how to burn the block apart Break it down into sections, drugs by the selections Some use pipes, others use injections Syringe sold separately, Frank the Deputy Quick to grab my Smith & Wesson like my dick was missin' To protect my position, my corner, my lair While we out here, say the Hustler's Prayer: "If the game shakes me or breaks me I hope it makes me a better man, take a better stand" Put money in my mom's hand Get my daughter this college plan so she don't need no man Stay far from timid, only make moves when your heart's in it And live the phrase "Sky's the limit" Motherfucker, see you chumps on top [Chorus: 112] Sky is the limit and you know that you keep on Just keep on pressin' on Sky is the limit and you know that you can have What you want, be what you want Sky is the limit and you know that you keep on Just keep on pressin' on Sky is the limit and you know that you can have What you want, be what you want Have what you want, be what you want Sky is the limit and you know that you keep on Just keep on pressin' on Sky is the limit and you know that you can have What you want, be what you want Sky is the limit and you know that you keep on Just keep on pressin' on Sky is the limit and you know that you can have What you want, be what you want Sky is the limit and you know that you keep on83

Hip-Hop

Come Gangsta

Tech N9ne

[Intro: Different people talking] The spiked, red hair and the... and the paint on his face Woah, hold on man, Tech is losin' it man He's not as grounded as he used to be Tech was a devil worshiper They seen a black dude with red hair and a long beard I mean look, he look scary to me too And that nigga Tech, man, he sellin' out, man That... that's... he's doin' that for the white folks Thats white shit he doin', man [Verse 1: Tech N9ne] I've been writing for nineteen years for sure Hate rules in these times Niggas don't wanna see me shine Stop me, and then try to tell me (come gangsta) And then compare me to Nelly (where's yo bank, bruh?) So this song's gonna tell these So called gangsta niggas who the fuck Has always been the bigger G Hey, I've been bustin', and fizznuckin' bitches It is nothin', for years puffin' I've been clutchin' riches from his muffin' Here's "Fuck you niggas", this is tough and I Don't know what the fuck you thinkin' Tellin' me this shit is hella fake Say, since way back in the days rappin', the blaze happened I raised raves, crazed days, was blade packin', and stage saggin' They's wack and N9na stayed layed back and I Laugh at negros constantly They never know the money N9na makes Hey, this is amazin' how niggas formulate they hatin' You fuckin' fornicate, you're mistaken We could never correlate 'cause you fakin', huh? Who's bringin' in through bacon, huh? Who's keepin' it shakin', huh? Got any questions Sinister Tech and Tecca N9na Niggas know the rest Gay is all you punks and Mitch Bades This in your trunk, won't get played on the radio Too gangsta for an old lady, bro Gangsta niggas don't hate me, no Wanksta niggas won't face me, though Talkin' shit in books 'bout people tellin' me I really need a vest Okay! See Tech N9ne LiveGet tickets as low as $65You might also like[Interlude: Tech N9ne] I rep the town harder than any of you niggas Wherever I stand, my appeal's the same, punk And you got the nerve to tell me [Chorus: Tech N9ne] Come gangsta Throw your rags in the air And know that nobody there Will compare to your gangsta Sag your pants to the floor Every woman's a bitch or a whore When you're gangsta Pack ya guns in the club If they shrug give them thugs mean mugs Yeah come gangsta Is what they sayin' to me [Verse 2: Tech N9ne] I should've been done come with a gun For the ones who bump they gums, you the one Said a nigga wasn't gonna make another record Said I was wack and washed up, done Said a nigga might scare little ones He's a fuckin' nightmare, here he comes With red hair and my face painted They said (Gangsta) Messy Marv and Corleone is so (Gangsta) But I really ain't (Gangsta) I need to come a little (Gangsta) Scritch the Scratch, my nigga Fat Tone is so (Gangsta) You need a bit of that (Gangsta) You need to hang with a (Gangsta) Mr. Stinky Vigilante's so (Gangsta) Brotha Lynch is (Gangsta) The Bigga Figga is (Gangsta) 57 RDVs are so (Gangsta) That nigga Fiddy is (Gangsta) They say! When you in them streets, creep creep 'Cause some gangstas wanna head blast 'Cause I run with the red rags Ain't tryna make the feds flash Try to swipe my bread stash That's that bullshit I'm gon' skip and Try to go and get the money grip Okay, you niggas kill me You're Nosferatu vampire, bit my shit 'Cause you niggas feel me Surprised I got you right here with my shit So you gotta be thankful to who? By the way homie what's gangsta to you? Money, dope and alcohol and Plenty bitches all up on your dick I got that [Interlude: Tech N9ne] How can C-Bo be wrong? How can Yukmouth be wrong? How can Lynch be wrong? How can 2Pac be wrong, bitch?! [Chorus: Tech N9ne] Come gangsta Throw your rags in the air And know that nobody there Will compare to your gangsta Sag your pants to the floor Every woman's a bitch or a whore When you're gangsta Pack ya guns in the club If they shrug give them thugs mean mugs Yeah come gangsta Is what they sayin' to me [Verse 3: Tech N9ne] I've been nice to you rapper cats for a long time I left Kansas City so them other cats can go and shine But it seems these punks are confused because I'm my own kind But I'm back on deck 'cause Kansas City is whose throne? Mine! This ain't no punk shit Nigga this is strength at its finest I made this shit so you all you simps can rewind it Meaning you pussies who say this Tech shit ain't hard for real And try to disregard the real You motherfuckers is hard to feel I get your death threats 'cause I'm the king bitch Money, groupies, drugs and alcohol and bling shit But I stay ahead of the game And you punks is so late 'Cause my one gangsta track will demolish your whole tape I've been with every rapper who's legendary Underground to mainstream know that Tech is very hard 'Cause I bring the heater Love me 'cause I'm your leader Bitches, they suck my Peter While I'm drinkin' Margaritas Niggas get layed down Seven displayed sounds N9ne, the crazed clown Lines like sprayed rounds This is for all you haters who don't pump my shit If you say this ain't gangsta you can suck my dick! [Interlude: Tech N9ne] I might look like a clown, huh But you niggas sound like a muthafuckin' circus Fuck you muthafuckas [Outro: Yukmouth] This nigga is the tightest nigga movin' man I mean... Tech N9ne will demolish all you niggas From the stage show to rockin' the mic, you name it That's why I roll with him He my favorite rapper, real talk Tech N9ne9

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Conflict Diamonds

Lupe Fiasco

[Intro] Diamonds are forever (yeah) They won't leave in the night I've no fear that they might desert me Uh, F&F, yeah You know what I'm saying I figure, I feel like I should just You know, show people other side that weren't aware You know what I'm saying They are presently unaware They don't know about it You know what I'm saying You know just show 'em there's an other side to this thing right here We call it bling [Verse 1: Lupe Fiasco] Yeah Allow me to break down the game Behind the bracelets, earrings, chains, watches and rings The bling The crystal encrusted, princess flooded Canary studded, blue coloured and blood stained Yeah, the older brother of the drug game The giver of fame, the take awayer of lame The empowerer of the kings that came with claims and disease To leave where the native peoples were staying Believe, my engagement ring received And flossed at the cost of a bonded child miner's pain Long ago kings used to wear 'em in their armor when they fought other armies Because it used to scare 'em If you wasn't rich, couldn't wear 'em Witches used to marry 'em They'll shoot you before they share 'em The gift and the curse, the venom and the serum Most hated lady's best friend, get murked for a clear one You might also like[Bridge] Diamonds are forever (yeah) You know what I'm saying (Diamonds are forever) Now I ain't comin' down on nobody You know what I'm saying I ain't trying to judge nobody and nothin' like that (Forever) You know what I'm saying I floss too, I might go get me a pinky ring tomorrow You know what I'm saying But, I just want you to see man You know what I'm saying Just see man [Verse 2: Lupe Fiasco] Uh, Cecil Rhodes sowed war and genocide Into the countryside just to get his shine on I fear what De Beers and his peers used to do Before the world really knew, just to get their mine on Making paper with slave labor And hitting little kids with life time bids making them cut and shine stones Inflating the price and making them look nice And I wasn't thinking twice when I was putting mine on About a young shorty in Sierra Leone Or other conflict countries that people call home I figured I would never go to Angola So it never did affect me there, maybe indirectly That my neck leash was funding a rebellion or a military coup Started by militias that don't believe in following none of Geneva's rules I was brushing off the haters, trying to be cool Didn't have a clue that the rapper was helping the rapers Raiders of the villagers, pillagers of the schools Shooters of the innocents, torturers of the witnesses Burners of the businesses and my bracelet was the fuel Uh, I ain't pushing an agenda, homie I'm just pushing the facts, fuck Bush 'Cause there's people doing worse on this earth and they're black I took it there, yeah, now let me bring it back We all know on foreign shores that they finance wars But ask yourself, "Do they finance yours?" When I first got mine I took them out on tour Didn't know they lost half the value when I took 'em out the store Or it was full of moissanites and cubits But the jeweler knew I was stupid And that I couldn't prove it Feeling like I need it because I do music To impress the groupies and the interviewers So I didn't appraise it, nor did I loupe it Even gave them to my girl, thinking I was Cupid Homies was all hate, hoping they could make me lose it Creeping through my own hood, knew I had to remove it I see the Russian Mafia, the Jewish Mobsters The undercover terrorists and the traps for the hustlers Homie, it's a wrap for the nonsense rhyming Props to Kanye, I call it "Conflict Diamonds" [Outro] Diamonds are forever (yeah) You know what I'm saying I felt like I should just let you all know that You know what I'm saying Make you all aware, so many people Do things to glorify 'em I felt like it was time for somebody to do somethin' That would horrify 'em You know what I'm saying Bet you never thought that That 20 karat ring or 20 karat chain or bracelet that you got on Is fundin' some little war somewhere Got some little kid murderin' a whole family somewhere You know what I'm saying But hey! Just think, now you know You know what I'm saying You gotta know to be a hypocrite, baby (haha!) Hollaback, F&F up! (Forever) Chi-town, Lupe!5

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Eminem Freestyles on Tim Westwood | 2010

Eminem

[Intro: Mr Porter] Slammer Jammer Yeah, turn it up Alchemist Uh, uh, uh Aight Yeah, it's on to me first? I'll do the first verse Ladies and gentlemen, I wanna rap in on the turntables Aight, look [Verse 1: Mr. Porter] Welcome to the ill world of Mr. P-O Ay, keep the talk, B, I'm tryna see dough If it ain't about bread, what we gon' speak fo'? If it ain't no lead, then it ain't no beef, bro (Woo!) You better get a leash 'cause yo' freak ho Specialize in wood like she Home Depot I'm like Chico DeBarge, we stars Roscoe P. Coltrane in these bars Man, Amtrak, I'll break her damn back Man, it's Ralph Lauren, this ain't no damn Chaps (Haha) It's all Polo, I'm so pro, though You bird-crazy; El Pollo Loco Talkin' about cheese and this ain't no photo Askin' about rings like the ho know Frodo You better get out of my house and- pfft I think I threw up in my mouth a bit I'm sick You might also like[Verse 2: Royce da 5'9"] Niggas be lyin', talkin' about they bust a heater Once I see him, maybe more like Justin Bieber Leavin' my rivals underground, like Skyzoo's, how I do I'll have him layin' in the street, and Bleedin', butt-naked wit' a Bullet in his motherfuckin' head like Erykah Badu I find irony in bein' in a place Where I'm wearin' Gucci, mane, gettin' whiteboy wasted I tell a nigga: break bread or take lead I'm tryna get rid of this weight, like K-Fed Me and Denaun got a gangsta bond We like that once-in-a-lifetime thing to you, that ain't the prom The next emcee that rhyme official, with ref, with a whistle That ain't Young Money, I'ma definitely diss you If you rhymin' "packin' a MAC" with "back of the Acura" Perhaps you can't match my spectacular vernacular You still rhymin' 'bottles' with 'models', 'college' with 'knowledge' Usin' the word 'swagger', you're probably garbage You thugs funny, comparin' 5'9" to anybody You comparin' Superman to Bugs Bunny [Interlude: Eminem] Yeah Yo, yo *clears throat* Aight [Verse 3: Eminem] I'm like a white Michael – Vick, psycho enough to stick Michael J. Fox in a microwave with a Rott I might make a little Alizé with a side of NyQuil And ride a motorcycle bike right through the side of my high school (Woo!) Satan's disciple wit' a sniper rifle and a knife And a white diaper, liable to shit on you while I snipe you So dope, he gets off opiates, what an appropriate Way to start off his day!, he may just smart off to Dre (Woo!) He may be hard to contain, 'cause his rage is so hard to gauge See, Hannibal ate his face, and met Jason, gnawed off his leg Amazin' hard-on for razors and blades and anything sharp Even poisonous darts, it all plays a major part of his game Holy water won't ward him off, crucifixes won't do the trick He's so sick, it's ridiculous, sawed the crazy part off his brain and he's still insane Why's there bloodstains on his carpet, mane? There's some crazy shit goin' on in Shady's apartment again, ooh! [Interlude: Mr. Porter] Okay, I guess it's back to me Aight, look (C'mon) [Verse 4: Mr. Porter] Okay, it's back to the blocks, slingin' yay like the old days Superman on the beat, I carry my whole state You wooden legs to a house: you can't hold weight Oh shit, it's O'Shea Jackson... okay A little bit of this twisted out with Obama in it Mr. Porter back with anthrax, like Osama sent him Bitch, I'm all that, I drive the girls crazy They gotta look at Rorschachs to get they thoughts back I ain't a small fry, small ticker, small tack I make 'em all cry with big dick and raw sack The potbrood of science to return a raw rap I'm the best, mane; Eli Porter stance [Interlude: Royce da 5'9"] (Alchemist) Alchemist Yeah, yeah-yeah [Verse 5: Royce da 5'9"] Y'all bitches should call Nickle the Don Bishop A poet, a mixture of Don Goines and John Grisham Flow'll have you rewindin' it four or five times That landmine rhyme written with porcupine line Step up in here with the Slaughterhouse C.O.B. Gang will approach you And bend your gun barrel to a horseshoe Only fuck with monsters, we the truth Monsters will pop up on you Like you said "Beetlejuice, Beetlejuice, Beetlejuice." I can't even see the booth, I could fit in Stevie's shoe I'm sick, I got the Desert Eagle flu I'm rich, lil' nigga, we don't need a cent, we Teflon The doctor tried to take blood, the needle bent; ask Mom Outta my mind if you can imagine Usin' Magic's johnson without a condom, I'm bonkers Got the streets goin', dude, it's tremendous If I come for your blood, I ain't gon' be usin' syringes [Interlude: Eminem] Uh (Ouch) Yo, yeah' Yeah, can you turn it up a little bit? [Verse 6: Eminem] Newsflash, I'm still trash Them pills shoulda killed my ass (Alchemist) But they didn't; they just made me stronger It's like they rebuilt my ass Like the Six Million Dollar Man after the crash It's Aftermath, bitch! And my milk glass is still half-empty Yeah, tempt me, Hell isn't enough They need to invent somewhere new to send me As sick as I'm getting They'll stick me in a conventional oven With a rotisserie setting and won't even notice me sweating Shit, I done made a verse, said some foul shit Tryna go back fix it, fucked around, and just made it worse Yeah, I'm back, looking no worse for wear Got these haters mad enough to rip off their hair And start punchin' the air Panties so in a bunch that they can't function It's Shady and Royce, fuck yeah! What a dysfunctional pair! So stop actin' like a punk, get a pair! Take a pill and fall the fuck out, spill your lunch in the chair! [Interlude: Mr. Porter] Aight, round three Aight, is it, is it Okay, aight Uh-uh, uh-uh Uh-uh, uh-uh [Verse 7: Mr. Porter] Look, I'm sick, somebody better get the Dimetapp Who I gotta shoot just to prove that I can rap? People ask where my shine is at I say check the liner notes, I done-done all kinda crap I am so much of a star, bitch That I can fart and piss on the red carpet Look, my bank account's retarded My debit card's got a helmet and a harness Hey, meet demands, but they all are harmless At shows my riders always the largest I need four pounds of fried poultry carcass And red M&Ms chartered from Charlotte Look, and if you try to act dumb and start shit I just yell at 'em, like, "I'm the artist!" Infected — you know the deal If you wanna play sick, we can all get ill Look, measles, mumps I made you bitches, I don't need you chumps Y'all got cheese and I need my chunks Hurry up, so I can go to burn rubber And get some more dunks [Interlude: Royce da 5'9"] Mic check one-two, one-two Okay-okay-okay, yeah-yeah Mic check one-two Slaughterhouse, Alchemist Check it, check it [Verse 8: Royce da 5'9"] Now, if your attitude determines your latitude This house that we call hip-hop, I'm in the attic, fool A mic and two turntables, fit for the unstable Converted to a padded room Keep a street sweeper; in fact, I call the mag a broom You seein' beef, seein' things You must've had yourself a bag of shrooms I make a call, make 'em fake a fall My clique is too sick, say goodbye In the streets where the stakes is high, like Ruth's Chris I'm from the city of true shit Where the mayor went to jail For bein' a player right after Proof split Levels the head of competitors, Royce that I'm drinkin' everyday 'til Hex Murda get his regular voice back Ras, I got ya, look scared at ya, blast from ya From a block away; ask Tricky, I'm that niggie I'm more hooder than black Dickies I rap like committin' suicide in the booth, takin' the track with me Patrón's in my chromosomes In order to leave it alone, you have to ween me off That Lorena Bobbitt chopper will knock a weenie off Put your body between chalk I'm squeezin' the 9 iron, like I'm swingin' golf I'm with the best rapper alive, put somethin' on it Your sound's plain as a cheeseburger with nothin' on it [Interlude: Eminem] Uh, yo [Verse 9: Eminem] I'll do a hundred-yard dash just to slash Kim Kardash' In the ass with a shard of glass from Nick Hogan's car crash You may look like the passenger for that, don't be a smartass Yeah, laugh while you sit there thinkin' that the hard part passed You ain't seen pain 'til Leatherface flips mane I'll cut your fuckin' balls off, homie, my saw's off the chain I chopped the bitch in half with it, sawed off her legs And the top half of the torso fuckin' crawled off insane I ain't seen shit like that since I went to Mike Jack's Took the Elephant Man's skull, fucked it, and put it right back Handed my dick to Bubbles while he sucked it and licked my nut sack Gave him a reach-around while I fucked him right in his butt crack Nah, I ain't takin' it back, faggot, fuck that! I give a fuck about nothin', so here's where you fucked up at Don't go touchin' that can, man you don't wanna open up that Wait a min, ah, shit... Alchemist, cut that! [Outro: Tim Westwood] Damn, that was real hip-hop, kid streetcorner [?] in the neck hip-hop Thanks a lot, guys (No doubt)16

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Yoga Flame

Lupe Fiasco

[Intro] Enemy of the State I call this one "Yoga Flame" Yoga flame! Aww [Verse] Meditate, on the floor, fold your legs, resonate Breathing speed, regulate, clear my mind 'til it levitate Dhalsim, I beat the game, level eight, hella good Never great 'cause God is great, so, ain’t no goats, ain’t no gates Fences see the rams ram, lambs let, sheep’s skate Brace yourself, teeth straight—fix your face, for Pete’s sake Birthday wordplay, piece of cake, fold the flow with seats for eight Ororo Munroe, make it rain, not with bills, I make it change Take that cool shit, make it lame, take that nerd shit, make it bang Yeah, you heard us—make it bang Yeah, you heard me: Make it bang Melt the change and make a ring, take that ring and make a bracelet Take that bracelet make a chain, look how far my necklace hang Connect that chain up to a crane, pull the game up by the brains Could not move it just with brains, so, I had to use some bling Shouts to Drizzy, shout to Wayne, Yeezy, Jeezy, Ricky, Fifty Raekwon, Loso, Gucci Mane—I’m not going to drop my name Sneak that message to the masses: You can call me "Chocolate Rain" You might think my wallet drained—look how far my pockets hang That’s cause I got pocket change—my net worth is basketball They net worth is soccer games—tell them niggas, "Stop it man" But they cannot stop it, man, so, they forced to watch it drain They be looking so blue like water when I wash my jeans King without the whoppers and king without no Pablo and King and I ain’t got no dreams Bruce Lee, dishwasher, cleaning out your pots and pans These niggas ain’t got no staying power Once I hit them with the powder, then throw 'em in the shower These niggas slower than some dial-up I be on my broadband, these niggas still downloading Lu finished, you still up on YouSendIt, uShare ZShare, how long you going to be there? Damn FinallyFast.com for you, fam Information superhighway—these niggas ain’t got no lane But you can ride my shoulder, like they pulled you over I sit in the driver’s seat; you sit on the sofa I am Patrick Swayze; you are Whoopi Goldberg 'Cause he was a beast in the way that he controlled her Rest in peace to Patrick; rest in peace to Stacks, kid Rest in peace to rap—no, rest in peace to wackness Yeah, nigga, I whacked it Baby boy with the glasses He is like a Black, rap Zach Galifianakis Hangover, game over, nigga, that’s it! You might also like[Outro] (Yoga flame!) Enemy of the State1

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Caribou Lou

Tech N9ne

[Intro: Tech N9ne] Yeah, it's like the ultimate party favor baby ya know? 2 cups will get her hot and out of her clothes ya know? Caribou Lou it's like [Chorus: Krizz Kaliko & LeCoya LeJuene] 151 Rum, Pineapple juice and Malibu Caribou get them all numb Make baby girl come, out of her shell and raise hell Don't stop 'til the cops come [Verse 1: Tech N9ne] Half a bottle of 151 off in a jug 1 cup of Malibu Rum, baby that's whassup then you Fill the rest of the jug with pineapple juice and it's crackin' The only defect is waking up like what happened I like red light parties and fed right bodies who like Bread like Dolly and head right totties at night Aribou Cay oulay Terrible day you pay the liquor store teller With no hair or toupee, touché Get the party jumping, keep the hotties humpin' I like 'em thick and juicy so don't Pilates nothin' Drinkin' too much Lou you Might be karate punchin' or at the back of the club Attending the naughty luncheon Satin, coolaid gives you hella 151 November dog so run kitty run We gon' drink it until we dumb-ditty-dumb, bum-bitty-bum Here Kansas City come so give me some See Tech N9ne LiveGet tickets as low as $65You might also like[Chorus: Krizz Kaliko] 151 Rum, Pineapple juice and Malibu Caribou get them all numb Make baby girl come, out of her shell and raise hell We gon' party 'til the cops come 151 Rum, Pineapple juice and Malibu Caribou get them all numb Make baby girl come, out of her shell and raise hell Don't stop 'til the cops come [Verse 2: Tech N9ne] I see double, I see triple Might be trouble, might see pistols We ain't tryna hear you haters sucking on sickles We living it up in two double O sizzle Wonder you may bro, until your day go Why I'm the one to drink you under the table And all the ladies I will do in time Once you become a member of my drinking club you will find Tech N9ne Trying to tell her truly get nudey yes I even do L-words in their fruity bizutti Like to drink it and yell slurs at the movies If I'm heated I'm off to get Caribou Lou to cool me Created by Tech Nizzle and T. Wizzle one high day We mixed it up and then I say we treat Caribizzle like our lady Originated in Kansas City, Missouri since 1995 baby [Chorus: Krizz Kaliko & LeCoya LeJuene] 151 Rum, Pineapple juice and Malibu Caribou get them all numb Make baby girl come, out of her shell and raise hell Don't stop 'til the cops come 151 Rum, Pineapple juice and Malibu Caribou get them all numb Make baby girl come, out of her shell and raise hell We gon' party 'til the cops come 151 Rum, Pineapple juice and Malibu Caribou get them all numb Make baby girl come, out of her shell and raise hell Don't stop 'til the cops come [Verse 3: Tech N9ne] Tarbender I need adrother nink Release Caribou Lou in a party and it's utter kink Insane manie, keep 'em coming then I'll remain zany 'Cause Sadatay baby I'm trying to make you my main damey For the rest of the night, girl you're sexy, you're tight Come to me casa and see the chakra flexin' you right Groupies at 12 o'clock man I'll crawl, I'll go Yeah I'll recruit 'em, but I better not crap that's all I know Yep in my white T and Nikes you might sight me Slightly hyph and might see dry heaves Die we shall not need I.V.'s beside me Siamese (Tech!) Huh? (You're not making any sense!) I might make her wanna swing her Prada But once I get up on the mic and do my thing I got her (Tech!) Hey, batter batter batter batter sah-wing-a, batter He can hit, he can hit, he can hit, sah-wing-a, batter [Chorus: Krizz Kaliko] 151 Rum, Pineapple juice and Malibu Caribou get them all numb Make baby girl come, out of her shell and raise hell We gon' party 'til the cops come 151 Rum, Pineapple juice and Malibu Caribou get them all numb Make baby girl come, out of her shell and raise hell Don't stop 'til the cops come 151 Rum, Pineapple juice and Malibu Caribou get them all numb Make baby girl come, out of her shell and raise hell We gon' party 'til the cops come 151 Rum, Pineapple juice and Malibu Caribou get them all numb Make baby girl come, out of her shell and raise hell Don't stop 'til the cops come [Bridge: Krizz Kaliko] Da-da-da-da-da-da-da Yeah, yeah oh Da-da-da-da-da-da-da Kaliko It goes 151 Malibu Rum, Pineapple juice baby we havin' too fun [Outro: Tech N9ne] I'd like to give a big shout out to Caribou Lou 'Cause I drink it, but they ain't paying me for it Not yet!30

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Hustler’s Ambition

50 Cent

[Sample: Maze] Like the fire needs the air I won't burn unless you're there, you're there Oooh I need you Like the fire needs the air I won't burn unless you're there, you're there Oooh I need you [Intro - over Sample] Yeah, I need you, I need you to hate So I can use you for your energy You know, it's real shit, feel this [Verse 1] America got a thing for this gangster shit, they love me Black Chukkas, black skully, leather Pelle Pelle I tag SPIT over Ramo's shit, I'm a vandal Got that silver duct tape on my trey-eight handle The women in my life bring confusion and shit So like Nino in "New Jack," I holla "Cancel that bitch!" Look at me, this is the life I chose Niggas around me so cold, man my heart done froze I built an empire on the low, the NARC's don't know I'm the weatherman, I take that cocoa leaf and make that snow Sit back, watch it turn to dope, watch it go out the do' O after O, you know? Homie, I'm just triple beam, dreaming, niggas be scheming I fiend to live the good life, the fiends are just fiendin' Conceal my weapon nice and neat so you can't see The penitentiary is definitely out the question for me See 50 Cent LiveGet tickets as low as $15You might also like[Chorus] I want the finer things in my life So I hustle (Hustle) Nigga, you get in my way while I'm trying to get mine And I'll buck you (Buck you) I don't care who you run with, or where you from Nigga, fuck you (Fuck you) I want the finer things in my life So I hustle (Hustle) [Verse 2] Yeah, I don't know shit about gymnastics, I somersault bricks And black talons start flying when a nigga flip I cook crack in the microwave, niggas can't fuck with me Man my co-d's call me Chef Boyar-50 Check my logic, smokers don't like seeds in they weed, shit Send me them seeds, I'll grow them what they need Them ain't Chia pet plants in the crib, that's chronic And I'm selling them for 500 a pop, goddamn it I sell anything I'm a hustler, I know how to grind Step on grapes, put it in water and tell you it's wine If you analyze me, what you will find Is the DNA of a crook and what goes on in my mind Is contagious, hypnotic, it sounds melodic If rap was the block or a spot, I'd be that potent product Now get a load of me, flashy, far from low key And you can locate me wherever that dope be Getting money man [Chorus] I want the finer things in my life So I hustle (Hustle) Nigga, you get in my way while I'm trying to get mine And I'll buck you (Buck you) I don't care who you run with, or where you from Nigga, fuck you (Fuck you) I want the finer things in my life So I hustle (Hustle) [Verse 3] It's the Hustler's Ambition, close your eyes, listen see my vision Mossberg pumpin', shotgun dumpin' The drama means nothing, it's part of the game Catch me in the coupé switching lanes or in the jeweler switching chains I upgrade from dirty "BS" to clean VS Rocks that I copped from proceeds from the spot I got the energy to win, I'm full of adrenaline Play the curb and get nauseous, watching the spinners spin I made plans to make it, a prisoner of the state Now I can invite your ass out to my estate Them hollow tips bent me up, but I'm back in shape Pour Cristal in the blender, make a protein shake I'm like the East coast number one playboy B Hugh Hefner'll tell you he ain't got shit on me The feds watch me, icey, they can't stop me Racist, pointing at me, "Look at Niggaraci" - hello [Chorus] I want the finer things in my life So I hustle (Hustle) Nigga, you get in my way while I'm trying to get mine And I'll buck you (Buck you) I don't care who you run with, or where you from Nigga, fuck you (Fuck you) I want the finer things in my life So I hustle (Hustle)35

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Beamer, Benz, or Bentley

Lloyd Banks

[Chorus: Lloyd Banks & Juelz Santana] Beamer, Benz or Bentley Beamer, Benz or Bentley Beamer, Benz or Bentley My jeans are never empty, bitch (Whoa) Beamer, Benz or Bentley (Ay) Beamer, Benz or Bentley (Whoa) Beamer, Benz or Bentley The scheming don't affect me (Ay) [Refrain: Lloyd Banks] I'm fresh, I'm fly, I'm so damn high More than five hundred horses when I roll by I'm calm, I'm cool, everything brand-new I don't handcuff, you can get the whole damn crew (Get in my) [Verse 1: Lloyd Banks] Beamer, Benz, or Bentley; Beamer, Benz, or Bentley (Ugh) Beat it—I bet she let me; she been fiending since she met me (Yeah) I'm the coolest; shit, especially when I throw on all my Gretzky Got my S-S-Smith and Wessy to protect me, so respect me This is heavy, new Bentley color: vanilla and cherry Andretti on Pirelli, make a movie out the ghetty (Ugh) Where my ring and my confetti? I'm Kobe Bryant-ready Pink Rosé and chronic smelly while I'm stumbling out the telly (Ugh) I'm so fly, I'm so ferry, and the way I flow is very (Uh-huh) Ginsu or machete, way my pencil move is deadly (Ugh) Platinum band, platinum bezzy, make a straight girl out a lezzy (Uh-huh) Magazine, Mac, Benzy, keep my windows like the prezzy (Woo) Press a button and I'm stunting, my roof look like it's ducking Meter go two hundred-something, and my trunk the one that's bumping I am not the one for jumping; I will ratchet out and slump him, dump him Nigga, you're better off dead, your money red You might also like[Refrain: Juelz Santana & Lloyd Banks] I'm fresh, I'm fly, I'm always high Got your bitch waving at me when I roll by I'm calm, I'm cool, everything brand-new I don't handcuff, you can get the whole damn crew (Get in my) [Chorus: Lloyd Banks & Juelz Santana] Beamer, Benz or Bentley (Whoa) Beamer, Benz or Bentley (Ay) Beamer, Benz or Bentley (Whoa) My jeans are never empty, bitch Beamer, Benz or Bentley (Ay) Beamer, Benz or Bentley (Whoa) Beamer, Benz or Bentley (Dipset, Skull Gang) The scheming don't affect me (Santana, ayy) [Verse 2: Juelz Santana] Whether Beamer, Benz, or Bentley, I be moving, I be moving Making movies, Tom Cruise-ing; if it's action, then I'm shooting Pockets fat, necks studded—boy, my nickname should be "Ruben" My Colombian connect told me the Mexicans have moved in And he know just how I get it, so we 'bout to introduce him Got a girl named Cigar—call her that because she Cuban Got a Black chick that be boosting, got a white girl that be boofing Gotta watch her 'cause she use it, but she fuck me like she stupid (Ayy) And she always ready (Ready) to give me that Becky Last time, it was so good, I almost crashed my Bentley (Ayy, ayy) Hit the club, ordered bottles, seen them sparks in the sky We'll have this whole bitch lookin like the Fourth of July (Ha, pow) But if you pussies get to fronting and the pushing lead to shoving We just busting and we leaving like it's nothing (It's nothing, whoa) If it ain't the Gucci or the Louie, then it's Polo or it's Rugby And this bitch I brought with me, she be bagging bitches for me (Get in my) [Chorus: Lloyd Banks & Juelz Santana] Beamer, Benz or Bentley (Whoa) Beamer, Benz or Bentley (Ay) Beamer, Benz or Bentley My jeans are never empty, bitch Beamer, Benz or Bentley (Ay) Beamer, Benz or Bentley (Whoa) Beamer, Benz or Bentley (Whoa, whoa) This scheming don't affect me (Ay) [Refrain: Juelz Santana & Lloyd Banks] I'm fresh, I'm fly, I'm always high Got your bitch waving at me when I roll by I'm calm, I'm cool, everything brand-new I don't handcuff, you can get the whole damn crew [Bridge: Lloyd Banks] I got a girl named Kima, and Kima like Christina Baby, three don't make a crowd; it make a sex scene meaner I just wanna get between her, turn her 'to a screamer Then it's one, two, I'm through, see ya I scoop her in my— [Chorus: Lloyd Banks & Juelz Santana] Beamer, Benz or Bentley (Whoa) Beamer, Benz or Bentley (Ay) Beamer, Benz or Bentley (Whoa) My jeans are never empty, bitch Beamer, Benz or Bentley (Ay) Beamer, Benz or Bentley (Whoa) Beamer, Benz or Bentley (Whoa, whoa) This scheming don't affect me (Ay)17

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I’m So Hood (Remix)

DJ Khaled

[Intro: DJ Khaled] DJ Khaled! We the best Who? We, nigga! We the best This the remix! The "I'm So Hood" remix! I'm makin' mo—vies! I'm so hood, remix! [Chorus: T-Pain, DJ Khaled & Jeezy] (I'm so hood!) Yeah, I wear my pants below my waist And I never dance when I'm in this place We always gon' be the best, man 'Cause you and your man is plannin' to hate (We run this, man) (I'm so hood!) And I got these golds up in my mouth I make hit records, man, this is what I do If you get closer to my house, then you know what I'm talkin' 'bout I'm out the (Hood!) And if you feel me, put your hands up I'm out the, this the remix (Hood!) My hood niggas, can you stand up? Put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up I gave you We Takin' Over (Yo Khaled) (I'm so hood!) If you not from here you can walk it out Ay, Young Jeezy (I got 'em, homie) And you not hood if you don't know what I'm talkin' 'bout You got me? (Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey) I'm, I'm, I'm, I'm (We run this, man, we run this!) You might also like[Verse 1: Jeezy, Ludacris & T-Pain] I'm so H to the double O-D Walk around, there's goddamn money on me Pockets so fat, don't make no sense Whips so clean, it don't need no tints Watch so bright, it don't need no light You know where it were, don't need no mic Niggas like, "Young, what you get for your show?" Tell 'em, "Same thing I used to get for the blow" Set 'em on the run, nigga, what I got to lose? Put 'em in the vans, I ain't talkin' 'bout the shoes Do the speed limit, watch out for the lights Pussy ass niggas, gotta watch out for the dykes Seventeen-five, yeah nigga, I said it Seventeen-five, yeah nigga, I meant it And when we do it bad, but I'm doin' good (In my hood, Luda!) I'm so, I'm so, I'm so motherfuckin' (Hood!) [Verse 2: Ludacris & T-Pain] Look here, everybody come equipped with bangers Throwin' up our middle fingers And you know I don't slip So I gotta keep ten in the clip and one in the chamber Better be walkin' with angels And never take candy from strangers Through the stress and strife Had to earn my stripes like I played with the Bengals (Hood!) I'm in the zone, holmes, goin' for the two-point conversion I'm so hood that Ludacris shoulda been on the original version But this is the remix, with the cheap tricks, hittin' sweet licks And I cut the braids off But the waves and the fade'll make you seasick See this is the way that we ball And this is the way that we brawl So put a fist in the air if you care That united we stand and divided we fall When the South's in the house, better watch your mouth 'Cause we on that hood shit I'm hood rich, comin' around your hood, bitch I swear I'm so— [Chorus: T-Pain, DJ Khaled & Busta Rhymes] I'm so hood! (Remix!) and if you feel me, put your hands up (Hood!) My hood niggas, can you stand up? Khaled, they actin' like we ain't (I'm so hood!) If you not from here you can walk it out The kings of the streets and the gods of the hood And you not hood if you don't know what I'm talkin' 'bout Busta Bust, bitches! I'm, I'm, I'm, I'm, I'm so hood! [Verse 3: Busta Rhymes & T-Pain] See all I know is how to go and get my money again and again Top down, let the money blow in the wind With a bad bitch sittin' in the passenger seat With a doobie-wrapped head full of bobbie pins You know I keep that thang when I walk See the dialect different from the slang in my talk Baby still leavin', got a crackhead frontin' Got another bad bitch that'll boost for the spark (Hood!) I'm used to leavin' the strip last Hustlin' until the sun comes up gettin' cash So much bread in all of my four pockets It look like a nigga got hips with an ass And from the DNA in my blood Niggas idolize me and try to do what I does And if that other nigga ain't really from the hood You can easily die, tell who that fake nigga was (Hood!) And even though I spit a little rap Got niggas in the hood tryna sell the most crack Violator, I send a nigga to do it Just to make you spend a lot of money just to get your shit back! Y'all niggas know where I'm from And I rep it to the fullest 'til the day that I'm done So hood where we live, if a nigga sold drugs And he rich, momma still proud of her son! (Hood!) [Verse 4: Big Boi & T-Pain] Daddy Fat Saxxx so hood like the Cadillac Ornament, on from the Babylon Call an ambulance to come and pick that ass up Cause the nigga never had the chance They tryna dance with the devil in a pale moonlight Advance on a level that they can't do right Lay hands on a fella like the man in blue lights Whoop, whoop, do it twice (Hood!) Your boy the B-I-G I'm nicer than MC in your top three You cocky, I cock, squeeze Bust them things, now you sloppy Speed it up, slow it down then screw it Don't bite the flow cause I got that fluid Run through the crew on some whole other new shit Newness, bitch, we do this [Chorus: T-Pain, DJ Khaled & Lil Wayne] I'm so hood! (Remix) and if you feel me, put your hands up (Hood!) My hood niggas, can you stand up? (I'm so hood!) If you not from here, you can walk it out (Alright) And you not hood if you don't know what I'm talkin' 'bout (Weezy!) I'm, I'm, I'm, I'm, I'm so hood! [Verse 5: Lil Wayne, T-Pain & Fat Joe] I'm so Hollygrove, New Orleans (Lil Weezyana) Home sweet, Home Depot, you will need a hammer It go down like Frasier, I ain't talkin' Kelsey Grammer I be shittin' on you boys, I need a Alka-Seltzer sandwich, ugh (Hood!) Since I heard Plies, I done bought the Phantom back And went and got me a fifty-two inch Maybach (Calca, ghetto gatka, haha) I'm eatin' like a big dog, I'm so full, I'm so good I'm so straight, you so fake, I'm so real, I'm so hood (I'm so hood!) Yup, crack, crack, crack, crack-crack-crack-crack-crack-crack [Verse 6: Fat Joe, T-Pain & Birdman] Yeah nigga, welcome to the Crackhouse I should own a McDonald's the way I bring the MAC's out I'm from the hood where every nigga lies Flip a couple grams, they tell you they bakin' pies, shit (Hood!) Still got my name carved in that central bookin' Gave that pussy a scar and told her, "Good lookin'" (Yeah) You's a crack baby, that means your momma paid me You can't even blame me, that's what the hood made me [Verse 7: Birdman & T-Pain] Martin Luther King, Calliope, Magnolia, Melpomene Gettin' that money with a triple beam We ride on Clyde, on Josephine Saints is my team, that's what we breathe nigga That's how we eat, get this money on the streets nigga (Hood!) VL my street, blood, five star G, blood Fly as a bird, got these eagles on my seat, blood Then head back where I stay, 3rd Ward, we get that cake Thirteen is where I lay, shouts out to M-I-A (Hood!) [Verse 8: Rick Ross & T-Pain] Mo' money, mo' problems, don't call me conceited Just call me the boss, always got what you needed M-I-Yayo so hot, but my neck got the fever If you sneeze, you get shot, Gunplay makin' believers (Hood!) I just bought me a ranch, watch the hundreds stacks No, those ain't Rolex diamonds, what you done to that? You fools fugazi, my fools from Haiti I moves 'em daily – it's a movie, baby! (Hood!)5

Hip-Hop

In The Mornin’

J. Cole

[Intro] Naw, I'm just saying like, I'm just trynna see you, you know what I'm saying? What you was doing after this Naw, I stay not too far from here, like right down the street-yea like right there [Verse 1] Baby you summertime fine I'll let you get on top, I'll be the underline, I'm Tryna get beside you like the number 9, dime You fine as hell I guess I met you for a reason only time could tell, but well I'm wondering what type of shit you on Do you like the finer things or are you a simple woman? Would you drink with a nigga, do you smoke weed? Done be ashamed, it ain't no thang, I used to blow trees Getting lifted I quit the shit, I might get high with you It's only fitting cause I'm looking super fly with you A flower you, a powerful, you do something to me Cause girl I caught the vibes Like you threw something to me-so I threw em back Now all my niggas hollering "who is that? Oh boy she bad nigga, what you bout to do with that?" I'm finna take you home sip a little Patron now we zoning Baby you so fine [Hook] Ay can I hit it in the morning? Can I hit it in the morning? The sun rising while you moaning You might also like[Verse 2] Yea, yea now are you shy or is you freaky lady? Are you shallow cause if not I'll take it deeper baby Tell me what turns you on You like the slow songs? You like some candles lite? That ain't really my style But see I planned a trip And yea we both coming Just tell me how you want it I give it to you like I owe you something When I'm on it, on it like my job I'm hoping I confess This life gets hard I can take away your stress if you let me You knew just what this was when you met me So let your guard down girl I'll take your bra down girl and undress ya Real slow yea I'll make you feel special I can feel your heart beating fast From the passion, ya hands reaching for the sheets to grab And now ya leaking, freaking ain't no speaking but you moaning! Ya so fine I got to give it to you [Hook] Ay can I hit it in the morning? Can I hit it in the morning? The sun rising while you moaning [Verse 3] I got a slight obsession-of watch your face while ya moaning Do you like caressing or do you like aggression? You the fighting, wrestling, biting pillows Do you want it in the dark or while the lights is still on? I'm fantasizing in my mind bout how your body feel While we sweating you dripping wet from what your body spill Now if your nervous and hesitant just let it go See baby lately seems my life been hell and heaven knows That you looking like an angel-sent from the heavens, God bless your every angle Got a nigga tangle in your spider web I'm doing shit I never might of did And I ain't stopping baby even if the light is red Your body's right as rain So where the hydroplane That ass is fat baby ain't no way to hide your frame Thank God I found you Just holla when you want it Cause girl your so thorough

Hip-HopRap

Hungry

Common

[Intro] Yo, niggas don't want none of this Niggas know they can't fuck with this Turn this shit up just a little more [Verse] I walk the night in rhyming armor, bomb a nigga like a winter coat Have him on Death Row searching for an Interscope Yet I sparkle like Irene Cara Symbolize dope like sirens do terror Mary Lou just had a baby someone else decapitated Flashbacks of past raps make me so glad I made it Players is getting traded I drop a gem on them who's style is jaded My juice is grated Shit is so banging niggas say it's gang-related On philosopher's rink of thought, I've skated with precision Crews is getting split like decisions Com'a let it ride and collision Vision like Coleco or Intelli', I battle stars in stellar Regions, my thought scheme was my like my offspring Now it's teething My reason to rhyme applies to season and time Seizing the mind, body and regions divine In mom's cookouts, I'm leaving the swine Verbal vegetarian, squash beef with Ice Cube Came in this rap life nude Now I'm fully clothed with flows You tricks can't hide behind expensive cars and clothes Old niggas I expose like Luke does hoes in videos With classic material, imperial and rugged like Got mag, but my slugs a mic You fake like a smile, like a hug, I'm tight Skip ladies, this is rip-a-motherfucker night Auricle air-outs, niggas don't even run for cover right Downtown, interracial lovers hold hands I breathe heavy like an old man with a cold can of Old Style Hold a Stone Isle profile Mix between Malcolm X and Sef when I go wild Hold mics like a second nut until the second coming Humming coming towards you with power like forwards do Hip-hop, you my bitch and like a Ford, I'm exploring you Some wack niggas be cool, with them, I stay cordial Flow at room temperature, cats is presumed miniature Like golf, soft like Tiger Woods At real nigga angles, I've stood with ways that's geometric Don't need to rob banks with dyke broads to set it I levitate to the occasion, lounge like a lyricist Rhyme-wise, you a rest haven You sat by the door spooked like I was Wes Craven You need to do more deleting and less saving A praise in hell, raising heaven as the bill on my pager leavens What you should have known from day one you will on day seven See Common LiveGet tickets as low as $143You might also like[Outro] Yeah Hungry hip-hop junkie in the city Hungry hip-hop junkie in the city Hungry hip-hop junkie in the city In the city1

Hip-HopRap

Take It in Blood

Nas

[Produced By: Live Squad, Lo Ground & Top General Sounds] [Chorus] I made it like that, I bought it like that, I'm livin' like that I made it like that, I bought it like that, I'm livin' like that [Verse 1] Yo I never brag how real I keep it, 'cause it's the best secret I rock a vest prestigious, Cuban link flooded Jesus In a Lex, watchin' Kathie Lee & Regis My actions are one with the seasons A TEC squeezin' executioner Winter time, I rock a fur Mega popular center of attraction Climaxin', my bitches, they be laughin' They high from sniffin' coke off a twenty-cent Andrew Jackson City lights spark a New York night Rossi and Martini sippin', Sergio Tacchini Flippin' mad pies, low price, I blow dice and throw them .45 by my scrotum, manifest the 'Do or Die' slogan My niggas roll in ten M3's Twenty Gods poppin' wheelies on Kawasakis Hip-hop's got me on some ol', sprayin' shots like a drum roll Blankin' out, never miscount the shells my gun hold I don't stunt, I regulate Henny and Sprite, I separate Watchin' crab niggas marinate I'm all about TEC's, a good jux and sex Israelite books, holdin' government names from Ness MC's are crawlin' out every hole in the slum You be aight like blood money in a pimp's cum You might also like[Chorus] I made it like that, I bought it like that, I'm livin' like that I made it like that, I bought it like that, I'm livin' like that For you wack MC's [Verse 2] Currency is made in the trust of the Messiah I'm spendin' it to get higher Earth, Wind and Fire singin' Reasons why I'm Up early, trustworthy as a nine that bust early Sunshine on my grill, I spill Remy on imaginary graves Put my hat on my waves Latter Day Saints say religious praise I, dolo, challenge any team or solo You must be buggin' out — new to my shit, home on a furlough Ask around who's laid up, sharp and straight up Mafioso, gettin' niggas' wakes sprayed up Skies are misty, my life predicted by a gypsy I'll one day walk into shots, drunk off champagne from Sicily This be the drama, I'mma pause like a comma in a sentence Paragraphs indented Bloodshot red eyes, high Yellow envelopes of lye Openin' cigars, let tobacco fly Condos are tune-proof, we're lookin' out the sky's moon-roof Shittin' like gin and prune juice Yo, the system wants the coon's noose — hang 'em high Courtrooms filled up It's off the hook while I just wrote a statement Like I'm facin' twenty years in the basement Chillin' on a VI with Mumia, for wearin' chrome I told the judge snakes slither like Sharon Stone But like Capone, I'm thrown, yo [Chorus] I made it like that, I bought it like that, I'm livin' like that I made it like that, I bought it like that, I'm livin' like that For you wack MC's I made it like that, I bought it like that, I'm livin' like that (Lyrical, ly-lyrical shine) I made it like that, I bought it like that, I'm livin' like that For you wack MC's [Verse 3] Yo, the time is wastin', I use the mind elevation Dime sack lacin', court pen pacin' Individual, lyrical math abrasion Psychic evaluation, the foulest nation we livin' in Dangerous lives, mad leak and battered wives A lifestyle on bad streets is patternized Wise men build and destroy While the real McCoy dope fiend named Detroit is still dealin' boy Coke suppliers actin' biased 'Cause rumors say that niggas wear wires and we liars But every night the gat's fired, and every day a rat's hired I still remain the mack flyest in the phat Kani, it's Just the killer in me, slash drug dealer, MC Ex-slug filler, semi mug peeler Demi, bottles of Mo' Yo, simply follow me flow, put poetry inside a crack pot and blow Rough hoes pull crack out pussies and butt-holes Bring the G's and the D's roll, they can't touch those Why shoot the breeze about it, when you could be about it? My degrees are routed toward the peasy haired brick housing And studded-up, thick medallions Rich niggas transportin' thousands Foreign cash exchange amountin' to millions Doors is locked, rocks is chopped, watch the cameras in the ceilings Trick bitches catchin' mad feelings Peelin' off in a Lex Jeep, techniques is four-wheelin' I bet it be some shit when we connect with Stretch When we catch them sex niggas with the TEC's you blessed, word! So now it's on, never wasted a slug Time is money, when it comes to mine, take it in blood [Chorus] I made it like that, I bought it like that, I'm livin' like that I made it like that, I bought it like that, I'm livin' like that For you wack MC's I made it like that, I bought it like that, I'm livin' like that I made it like that, I bought it like that, I'm livin' like that For you wack MC's [Outro] Yeah, Capone-N-Noreaga Yeah, yo, official Queensbridge murderers Mobb Deep keep it real, though Motherfuckin' AZ, yo 'Mega, 'Mega, whatever Scarlett O'Hara, Fox Boogie East New York Yambo, Brownsville Wizard, Far Rockaway Big Bo, Jersey Connecticut, DC, Sudan VA, NC, LA So on and so on Big Ha, Houston Fifth Ward Black Ed, keep it real, Moe38

Hip-Hop

I Gave You Power

Nas

[Produced by DJ Premier] [Intro] Damn Look how muh-fuckers use a nigga Just use me for whatever the fuck they want I don't get to say shit Just grab me, just do what the fuck they want Sell me, throw me away Niggas just don't give a fuck about a nigga like me, right Like I'm a f-, I'm a gun, shit It's like I'm a motherfucking gun I can't believe this shit Word up, word up [Verse 1] I seen some cold nights and bloody days They grab me, bullets spray They use me wrong, so I sing this song to this day My body is cold steel, for real I was made to kill, that's why they keep me concealed Under car seats, they sneak me in clubs Been in the hands of mad thugs They feed me when they load me with mad slugs Seventeen precisely, one in my head They call me Desert Eagle, semi-auto with lead I'm seven inches, four pounds, been through so many towns Ohio to Little Rock to Canarsie, living harshly Beat up and battered They pull me out, I watch as niggas scattered Making me kill, but what I feel, it never mattered When I'm empty, I'm quiet Finding myself fiending to be fired A broken safety, niggas place me in shelves, under beds So I beg for my next owner to be a thoroughbred Keeping me full up with hollow heads You might also like[Chorus x2] [How you like me now? I go BLAOW! It's that shit that moves crowds, making every ghetto foul I might've took your first child Scarred your life or crippled your style I gave you power, I made you buck-wild!] [Verse 2] Always, I'm in some shit! My abdomen is the clip, the barrel's my dick Uncircumcised, pull my skin back and cock me I bust off when they unlock me Results of what happens to niggas shock me I see niggas bleeding, running from me in fear Stunningly, tears fall down the eyes of these so-called tough guys For years, I've been used in robberies Giving niggas heart to follow me Placing peoples in graves, funerals made 'cause I was sprayed I was laid in a shelf with a grenade Met a wrecked-up TEC with numbers on his chest that say: Five-two-oh-nine-three-eight-five-and-zero Had a serial defaced, hoping one day police would place Where he came from, a name or some sort of person to claim him Tired of murdering, made him wanna be a plain gun But yo, I had some other plans, like the next time the beef is on I make myself jam right in my owner's hand [Chorus x2] [How you like me now? I go BLAOW! It's that shit that moves crowds, making every ghetto foul I might've took your first child Scarred your life or crippled your style I gave you power, I made you buck-wild!] [Verse 3] Yo, weeks went by and I'm surprised Still stuck in the shelf with all the things that an outlaw hides Besides me, it's bullets, two vests and then a 9 There's a grenade in a box, and that TEC that kept crying 'Cause he ain't been cleaned in a year, he's rusty, it's clear He's 'bout to fall to pieces 'cause of his murder career Yo, I can hear somebody coming in Open the shelf, his eyes bubbling He said it was on, I felt his palm troubled him Shaking, somebody stomped him out, his dome was aching He placed me on his waist, the moment I've been waiting My creation was for Blacks to kill Blacks It's gats like me that accidentally go off, making niggas memories But this time, it's done intentionally He walked me outside, saw this cat Cocked me back, said, "Remember me?" He pulled the trigger, but I held on, it felt wrong Knowing niggas is waiting in Hell for him He squeezed harder, I didn't budge Sick of the blood, sick of them thugs Sick of wrath of the next man's grudge What the other kid did was pull out, no doubt A newer me in better shape, before he lit out, he lead the chase My owner fell to the floor, his wig split So fast, I didn't know he was hit, it's over wit'! Heard mad niggas screaming, niggas running, cops is coming Now I'm happy, until I felt somebody else grab me Damn!47

Hip-Hop

I’m Talkin’ To You

T.I.

[Produced by Just Blaze] [Intro: Just Blaze (Tip)] No more hand claps still I'll take some hi-hats though You ain't gotta turn the lights down Guru bass 'bout to knock 'em out the ceiling Just Blaze! Tip, you ready? Aight, homeboi Here we go I'm done playing with y'all fuck niggas I can't catch all of you but I can make an example out of a couple of you Everybody know, real niggas gon' relate to this shit right here, you understand that? Grand Hustle, nigga Everybody who down with me already know they down with me, so I ain't worried about it P$C, pimpin' Anybody who know somebody who spit that shit behind they back (What the fuck you said, nigga?) But won't say the same thing when they get in they motherfuckin' face (Yeah, that's what the fuck I thought) Tell them niggas, I'm talkin' to you, nigga Do something about it! [Hook] I'm talkin to you Sucker nigga you can stunt all ya wanta stunt I know you won't bust a gun (Yeah I'm talkin to you) Fuck nigga you can hate all you wanna hate I know you a fake-make no mistake I'm talkin to you Youz a lame uz a shame to the game, kid I say it you know what ya name is (I'm talkin to you) We can shoot it out whenever you wanna Whatever you wanna do, fuckboy, I'm talkin to you See T.I. LiveGet tickets as low as $90You might also like[Verse One: T.I.] Ayy I'm the best you ever heard about, fresher than you heard about Yeah I'm strapped now, pussy nigga, this ain't just word of mouth For niggas wit dirty mouths, I got a lotta clean piss to wash 'em out I'm really finna give your ass some hotter shit to talk about The goons hit the room, now you asking, What's this all about?" 'Fore you know it, your noggin split, and your bottom teeth is fallin out Got a problem with partner, I see him in the city and call him out It wasn't for the chopper ain't shit I'm gettin all of mine Pop 'em, drop 'em, call the plan a wake he out forever more I give it to you straight, nigga, I don't need a metaphor How many different ways is it to say I'm getting cheddar more Than a nigga twice as old, way mo' popular, and even selling more Man, I could send you to my pops, maybe he could tell you better, boy Patient in the afterlife, I'll waste you in the afterlife Even after my life, haters be after my life 'Cause I'ma do in '06 what took 'em half of they life, man, I'm talkin to you [Hook] I'm talkin to you Sucker nigga, you can stunt all ya wanta stunt I know you won't bust a gun (Yeah, punk, I'm talkin to you) Fuck nigga you can hate all you wanna hate I know you a fake-make no mistake I'm talkin to you Youz a lame uz a shame to the game Ain't gotta say it, you know what ya name is (I'm talkin to you) We can shoot it out whenever you wanna 'Cause it's whatever you wanna do, fuckboy, I'm talkin to you [Verse Two: T.I.] I ain't talkin to Jeezy 'cause thats my brother Ain't talkin to Face 'cause that's my father Ain't talkin to Bun 'cause that's my uncle Ain't talkin to 'Kast 'cause them my partners Ain't talkin to Jigga 'cause that's my nigga, the real President Carter Gave me Diplomatic Immunity, you and me why bother Man, all I gotta do is go buy a nigga a Charger And he only come in to off you, he don't even wanna rob you You done fucked up and started shit with some real shit starters You don fought with a chopper, holla, what it is, partner? You better keep it proper, you know what it is, partner This some light work, ain't even gotta call godfather Mobster, had the old Phantom, now the drop, son Third the king of Cloverland, and Slim Thug is the boss, son Paul Wall made me the hardest grill I done bought for a 100K A 100K for a 100-carat Paul don't wanna talk bra Nigga wouldn't buck won't dare, you just talk tough Don't try to run from me now whatchu thought bra I'm talkin to you [Hook] I'm talkin to you Sucker nigga you can stunt all ya wanta stunt I know you won't bust a gun (Yeah I'm talkin to you) Fuck nigga you can hate all you wanna hate I know you a fake-make no mistake I'm talkin to you Youz a lame uz a shame to the game I say it you know what ya name is (I'm talkin to you) We can shoot it out whenever you wanna Whatever you wanna do boi I'm talkin to you [Verse Three: T.I.] I ain't talkin to Buck cause he a real nigga Ain't talkin to Pimp cause he a trill nigga Ain't talkin to BG cause he like me, with old cases and will kill niggas I know you wannabe just like me since you got ya new record deal nigga But I don't give a fuck if you like me, no second guess, and I drill nigga You in ya video wearin' white T, that don't make you no dope dealer nigga And I ain't talkin bout no Bankhead, Carver, Bowen Homes, no Adamsville nigga You dealin wit a lil gorilla nigga, 10 mill later I'm still the nigga Killer Mike, Youngbloodz, David Banner Bonecrusher they remember when y'all ain't feel a nigga Had it out with Chris but he still my nigga Sat down, civilized, talked about it like niggas So I ain't never been served, get ya facts right nigga For this 40 cal make ya ass act right nigga, Coming against the king get ya stats right nigga Wanna talk about nigga, wanna be a hot nigga Gonna be a shot nigga, yeah I say'd it what nigga buck nigga Like Lil Jon I don't give a fuck I give a God damn if I never sell another milla I take my ass right back to Cedar Hill and build up Compound come down everyday sell yay Just like the old days stack another mill up Niggas ain't ready for the dust that we kick up Go talk shit forget they get hit up You better be bout that shit you kick Like DipSet bitch you trynna get wit us I don't politick, don't even speak see I don't kiss up Gotta be Styles or Sheek to Jadakiss us Diss us... that's goin piss us off See I love it when the government pick niggas If you don't hang in the air by the name of Swizz Beatz Toomp, Mannie Fresh, and Skateboard P Clay J-G and Just Blaze taking basically I'm talkin to you [Hook] I'm talkin to you Sucker nigga you can stunt all ya wanta stunt I know you won't bust a gun (Yeah I'm talkin to you) Fuck nigga you can hate all you wanna hate I know you a fake-make no mistake I'm talkin to you Youz a lame uz a shame to the game I say it you know what ya name is (I'm talkin to you) We can shoot it out whenever you wanna Whatever you wanna do boi I'm talkin to you2

Hip-HopRap

Ass Like That

Eminem

[Intro] Ow, baby [Chorus] The way you shake it, I can't believe it I ain't never seen an ass like that The way you move it, you make my pee-pee go D-doing, doing, doing I don't believe it, it's almost too good to be true I ain't never seen an ass like that The way you move it, you make my pee-pee go D-doing, doing, doing [Verse 1] The way she moves, she's like a belly dancer She's shaking that ass to the new Nelly jams, I Think someone's at the door, but I don't think I'ma answer Police saying "freeze," (Oh), d-doing, doing, doing What do you mean, freeze? Please, I'm a human being, I have needs I'm not done, not 'til I'm finished peeing I am not resisting arrest, I am agreeing Mr. Officer, I'm already on my knees I can't get on the ground any further, it's impossible for me And do not treat me like a murderer, I just like to pee Pee, pee, yes, I make R&B I sing song, it go ring-a-chong, a-ching-chong-chong-chong-ching Psych, I joke, I joke, I kid, I kid If I offend, I'm sorry, please, please, forgive For I am Triumph the Puppet Dog, I am a mere puppet I can get away with anything I say and you will love it You might also like[Chorus] The way you shake it, I can't believe it I ain't never seen an ass like that The way you move it, you make my pee-pee go D-doing, doing, doing Jessica Simpson looks oh so tempting Nick, I ain't never seen an ass like that Every time I see the show on MTV, my pee-pee goes D-doing, doing, doing [Verse 2] Mary-Kate and Ashley used to be so wholesome Now they getting older, they're starting to grow bum-bums I go to the movies and sit down with my popcorn Police saying "freeze," (Oh), d-doing, doing, doing What do you mean, freeze? Geez, I just got my seat I have ticket, look, I put it away, my zipper's zipped Please do not remove me from this movie theater, please I did not even get to see Mary-Kate shower scene I didn't mean to be obscene or make a great, big scene And don't treat me like I'm Pee-wee Herman, this movie's PG Mr. Officer, I demand to see my attorney I will simply plead innocent, cop a plea, and be free Free, yes, free, right back on the streets What do you mean my lawyer's with Michael, he's too busy? I am Triumph, Britney Spears has shoulders like a man And I can say that and you'll laugh 'cause there's a puppet on my hand (Hahaha) [Chorus] The way you shake it, I can't believe it I ain't never seen an ass like that The way you move it, you make my pee-pee go D-doing, doing, doing Hilary Duff is not quite old enough, so I ain't never seen a butt like that Maybe next year, I'll say "ass" and she'll make my pee-pee go D-doing, doing, doing [Verse 3] The way she moves, she dances like a go-go In that video, she sings, "Get out, you bozo" I need a new boyfriend, hi, my name is JoJo Police saying "freeze," (Oh), d-doing, doing, doing What do you mean, freeze? My computers will be seized And my keys to my ranch, I just bake cookies Mr. Officer, lookie, take a whiff of this Here, I make Jesus juice, take a sip of this Nobody is safe from me, no, not even me I don't even know if I can say the word "pee-pee" Pee, on the radio, but I think I did Janet, is that a breast? I think I just saw a tit Psych, I joke, I joke, I kid, I kid I don't think my joke is working, I must flee quick Get to the chopper, everybody get out I am not Triumph, I am Arnold, get down [Chorus] The way you shake it, I can't believe it I ain't never seen an ass like that The way you move it, you make my pee-pee go D-doing, doing, doing So Gwen Stefani, will you pee-pee on me, please? I ain't never seen an ass like that 'Cause the way you move it, you make my pee-pee go D-doing, doing, doing [Outro: Eminem & Dr. Dre] Woo Fuck is wrong with you? Hah61

Rap

We Takin’ Over (Remix)

Lil Wayne

[Intro] Yessir! It's me The rapper eater, haha! Feed me! Feed me! Feed me! No homo Ahaha Yeah! [Verse] One time for me, one time for the DJ He be Khaled, I be Lil Weezy— Baby, if you ask me, if you're nasty Creative, gifted bastard, spit sporadic I'm so diplomatic, democratic Touch it, bring it, push it—systematic Damn right, I kissed my daddy I think they pissed at how rich my daddy is And I'm his kid—I stunt with my daddy Call Miss Lee, she with my daddy So diss me and don't diss my daddy 'Cause who was there when no one wasn't? Just my daddy Who was there when I needed money? Just my daddy So who be there when I see the money? Just my daddy Who said that I'd be the one? Just my daddy Hello, hip-hop; I'm home—it's your daddy When I say "deez," I don't mean the Caddy I mean "deez nuts," Akons and Khaled Rick Ross, Tip, Stunna and Fat Joe And I ca-ca-can't forget Brisco And yeah, I done squashed the bullshit with Zoe It's a bakery here, just tryin' to get dough Shout to my dreads, my Haitians and chicos You looking for me, ho? I'm in the 3-0— 5, I'm the best rapper alive Homeboy got a mind that a map wouldn't find Homeboy got a nine that a cop wouldn't find But I could get to it even if I was blind Like a scary movie, they screaming when I rhyme I'm a king—you can ask Stephen if I'm lying I'm a Prince, too demanding like my mom Too bold, too cold like wet salam— Mi, me, it's all about me If the girl got a voice, then she talk about me, me! He say, she say, I say me We'll be in the M-I-A-mi With me, and T, and Big Ronnie And the homie Streets prob'ly somewhere on the beach And Tez and E prob'ly somewhere in the Jeep And Marl' in the Phantom with Mr. G And me! Me! It's all about me! Play with me and it's all-out beef Beef! Yes! Chest! Feet! Tag! Bag! Blood! Sheets! Yikes! Yeeks! Great Scott— Storch, can I borrow your yacht? Watch me and my clique go all-out Like the ball in the stands, we balls out, ugh! Boy, I don't know what y'all 'bout But I just spit like a dog mouth Pink ice, just looking like a hog mouth Vroom! I had to bring the hog out Light them trees, bring a log out Every day Christmas, I'm eggnogged out And hip-hop is my new-bought house My flow just grew legs and walked out—byeYou might also like12

Hip-HopRap

Mr. Me Too

Clipse

[Intro: Pharrell] You know we back, right? Clear the streets out Come on with it, haha Star Trak [Verse 1: Pharrell] Niggas is haters, I'm doin' deals like the majors Ice Cream sneakers, I signed my first skater So you can pay three and buy yourself some Bapestas Bulletproof under T-shirts because they hate us Do like Snoop say, step your game up Double-decker boat nigga, Meditterane' up D-Class Asscher cuts, tuck your chain up Liberace fingers, niggas hit Lorraine up Just last week, I was out in Aspen Me and Puff hoppin' off the plane, both us laughin' A week before that, I was out in Italy Italian heartthrobs could not get rid of me Up in Donatella crib, me and like ten hoes Call from the cell phone, "Give me that Enzo" (Yes,sir) I know what you thinkin', "Yeah, me too" Okay, everybody meet Mr. Me Too [Verse 2: Pusha T] Been two years like I was paddy wagon cruisin' Streets was yours, you're dunce cappin' and kazooin' I was just assumin' you'd keep the coke movin' But I got one question, what the fuck y'all been doin'? (Come on) Pyrex stirs turned into Cavalli furs The full-length cat, when I wave, the kitty purrs (Meow) All my niggas caked up, sellin' gray and beige dust Have that money right or end up in the trunk taped up We don't chase or duck, we only race for bucks Peel money rolls 'til our thumbs get the paper cuts Chill, retardo, South Beach Gallardo Teal started up, go brrr like it's Nardo Women, if you love me, please let me know Tie rags 'round your neck and learn the sets we throw These are the days of our lives and I'm sorry to the fans But them crackers weren't playin' fair at Jive You might also like[Chorus: Pusha T & Clipse] I know, I know, yep, yeah, you too Okay, we get it, yep, yeah, you too I know, I know, yep, yeah, you too Okay, everybody meet Mr. Me Too I know, I know, yep, yeah, you too Okay, we get it, yep, yeah, you too I know, I know, yep, yeah, you too Okay, everybody meet Mr. Me Too [Verse 3: Pharrell] I know what you thinkin', why I call you "Me Too?" 'Cause everythin' I say, I got you sayin', "Me too" I say I got a Benzo, you say, "Me too" You hangin' out the window so they can see you But you ain't hangin' out the window when you in that G2 Or that G3 or G4 like we dos Star Trak, Clipse, Malice, come on [Verse 4: Malice] Wanna know the time? Better clock us Niggas bite the style from the shoes to the watches We cloud hoppers, tailored suits like we mobsters Break down keys into dimes and sell 'em like Gobstoppers Who gon' stop us? Not a goddamn one of you Mean with the re-up, nigga, we street tumblers Ivory white, yeah that's the same color Of a 'Zure, nigga, best believe it's the Mulliner Take no prisoners, rap niggas are whisperers Choke on your own spit just as soon as you mention us Champagne corks is kicked by Louis sports and Keep my hoes in Pucc' and Charles Jourdan, uh Cop it, chrome it, touchscreen component Mink on the floor, make you hot, don't it? You don't wanna know what the fuck I spent on it Tomorrow ain't promised, so we live for the moment [Chorus: Pusha T & Clipse] I know, I know, yep, yeah, you too Okay, we get it, yep, yeah, you too I know, I know, yep, yeah, you too Okay, everybody meet Mr. Me Too I know, I know, yep, yeah, you too Okay, we get it, yep, yeah, you too I know, I know, yep, yeah, you too Okay, everybody meet Mr. Me Too41

Hip-HopRap

Santana’s Town

Juelz Santana

Dipset in the building, Killa Juelz,you on your own man, let's go [Cam'Ron] Dip Set Dip Set Dip Set Dip Set Dip Set Dip Set Dip Set Dip Set Dip Set Dip Set Dip Set Dip Set Dip Set Dip Set Juelz Dip Set [Hook: Cam'Ron] Juelz, Dip Dip Santana, Set, Set What we grip, grip, nigga tec, tecs Who you wit, wit Throw up yo set Dip Set, Dip Set, Dip Set, what (Oww) Juelz, Dip Dip Santana, Set, Set What we grip, grip, nigga tec, tecs Who you wit, wit Throw up yo set Dip Set, Dip Set, Yeah, Dip Set, what (Oww) You might also like[Verse One: Juelz Santana] Yo, I be with a gang a gangs, who hang and bang Animals, orangutans Hammers move, bangers bang Damn it dude the game has changed I got a ho selection (yeah), a whole collection (yeah) A whole selection (yeah), of my ho collection (yeah) And I'm big pimpin', stick dippin', quick shiftin' Bitch listen, this isn't no damn game in here (Oww) Yeah, the whole byrd gang's in here Like Kurt Cobain was here, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (oww) And I'm dangerous yeah, brainless yeah, stainless yeah Aim it yeah, bang it yeah (Y'all some dead motherfuckers)(oww) And my diddy-bop Barge through the city blocks Hard with the pretty Glock Dodge or you gettin shot Then enter the bar Hard liquor, get a shot Get a broad, get her hot Get her home, give her cock (Oww) Go, it's your birthday Go, go, drink it girl, it's coming, I know you're thirsty (oww) Harlem's my birthplace (oww), tombstone dirt place (oww) Doomsday, goonsday, Tuesday to Thursday (oww) [Hook: Cam'Ron] Juelz, Dip Dip Santana, Set, Set What we grip, grip, nigga tec, tecs Who you wit, wit Throw up yo set Dip Set, Dip Set, Yeah, Dip Set, what (Oww) Juelz, Dip Dip Santana, Set, Set What we grip, grip, nigga tec, tecs Who you wit, wit Throw up yo set Dip Set, Dip Set, Dip Set, what (Oww) [Verse Two: Juelz Santana] Jump, stomp, move, breathe We, in, too, deep, OKAY (oww) I'm lo-lo from the block again Po-po and the cops again No homo, but they cocking them Four-fos and Glocks and them They the paparazzi, they the livest posse Kamikaze, nazi, nazi, copy papi I'm a baller baller, you're not at all a baller That's why I scored your daughter, left her home, call her (oww), call her I'm in the low BM, yeah, with your old BM Weed smoke and Ozium, trojans and petroleums Yeah, and that's just in case the ho ain't safe Take it off, bend it over, throw it in, work it, work it Oops, squirt it, squirt it Oops, oopsy dais, boo I'm crazed Choo-choo train, co-ca mane, Zulu Gang I'm old school like Bambaataa, no man's hotter The damn dadda, I jam proper, your man's nada (oww) [Hook: Cam'Ron] Juelz, Dip Dip Santana, Set, Set What we grip, grip, nigga tec, tecs Who you wit, wit Throw up yo set Dip Set, Dip Set, Dip Set, what (Oww) Juelz, Dip Dip Santana, Set, Set What we grip, grip, nigga tec, tecs Who you wit, wit Throw up yo set Dip Set, Dip Set, Dip Set, what (Oww) [Cam'Ron] Santana, Killa, Jim Jones, Freaky Killa, you already know what it is My man Juelz Santana, that boy got that crack man Diplomat Records man3

Rock

Street Dreams

Nas

[Produced by Trackmasters] [Intro] Uh, what, what, uh [Chorus] Street dreams are made of these Niggas push Bimmers and 300 E's A drug dealer's destiny is reachin' a key Everybody's looking for something Street dreams are made of these Shorties on they knees for niggas with big cheese Who am I to disagree? Everybody's looking for something [Verse 1] My man put me up for the share, one-fourth of a square Headed for Delaware with one change of gear Nothin' on my mind but the dime sack we blazed With the glaze in my eye, that we find when we crave Dollars and cents, a fugitive with two attempts Jakes had no trace of the face, now they drew a print Though I'm innocent 'til proven guilty I'ma try to get filthy, purchase a club and start up a realty For real, G, I'ma fulfill my dream If I conceal my scheme, then precisely I'll build my cream The first trip without the clique Sent the bitch with the quarter brick, this is it Fresh face, NY plates, got a crooked eye for the Jakes I want it all, ArmorAll Benz and endless papes God's sake, what a nigga gotta do to make a half a million Without the FBI catching feelings? (What, uh) You might also like[Chorus] Street dreams are made of these Niggas push Bimmers and 300 E's A drug dealer's destiny is reachin' a key Everybody's looking for something Street dreams are made of these Shorties on they knees for niggas with big cheese Who am I to disagree? Everybody's looking for something [Verse 2] From Fat Cat to Pappy, niggas see the cat Twenty-five to flat, push a thousand feet back Holding gats wasn't making me fat, snitches on my back Living with Moms, getting it on, flushing crack down the toilet Two sips from bein' alcoholic Nine-hundred-ninety-nine thou' from bein' rich But now, I'm all for it My man saw it like Dionne Warwick A wiser team for a wiser dream we could all score with The cartel, Argentina coke with the nina Up in the hotel, smokin' on Sessamina Trina got the fishscale between her The way the bitch shook her ass, yo, the dogs never seen her She got me back living sweeter, fresh Caesar Guess, David Robinson's, Walle' moccasins Bitches blow me while I'm hoppin' in the drop-top BM' Word is bond (Uh), son (What), I had that bitch down on my shit (What, uh) like this (Word) [Chorus] Street dreams are made of these Niggas push Bimmers and 300 E's A drug dealer's destiny is reachin' a key Everybody's looking for something Street dreams are made of these Shorties on they knees, for niggas with big cheese Who am I to disagree? Everybody's looking for something [Verse 3] Growing up project-struck, looking for luck, dreaming Scoping the large niggas beaming, check what I'm seeing Cars, ghetto stars pushing ill Europeans G'ing, heard about them old timers OD'ing Young, early 80's, throwing rocks at the crazy lady Worshipping every word them rope-rocking niggas gave me The street raised me up giving a fuck I thought Jordans and a gold chain was living it up I knew the dopes, the pushers, the addicts, everybody Cut out of class just to smoke blunts and drink noddy Ain't that funny? Getting put on to crack money With all the gunplay, painting the kettle black hungry A case of beers in the staircase, I wasted years Some niggas went for theirs, flipping coke as they career But I'm a rebel, stressing to pull out of the heat, no doubt With Jeeps tinted out, spending, never holding out (Uh, what, what, uh) [Chorus] Street dreams are made of these Niggas push Bimmers and 300 E's A drug dealer's destiny is reaching a key Everybody's looking for something Street dreams are made of these Shorties on they knees, for niggas with big cheese Who am I to disagree? Everybody's looking for something Street dreams are made of these Niggas push Bimmers and 300 E's A drug dealer's destiny is reaching a key Everybody's looking for something Street dreams are made of these Shorties on they knees, for niggas with big cheese Who am I to disagree? Everybody's looking for something [Skit] *Gunshot* "Yeah nigga, what?!" "Oh, shit!" "Queensbridge, boy, what?! Yo, what?!" "Yo, they shot dun, dawg!" "Yo, yo, lets get the hell outta here y'all, I don't give a fuck-" (Ongoing screaming) "Look! We on his back right now We gotta get the hell outta here, yo!" "I want some more nigga, come on!" "Yo, come on run, yo!" "Watch out, man, yo watch out, watch out, nigga!" "Yo, yo hol' up, hol' up, hol' up!" "Yo, I twisted that kid, right?" "Yeah the hell you did, man" "Yo why you-" "Yo, yo, come on though" (Oh, shit) "Yo, we gotta got up outta here, yo" "You think somebody peeped that?" "Yo, hell yeah, I'm saying, yo, as long as we get rid o- Get rid of the heat, yo!" "Fuck that!" "Get rid of the heat, yo" *Gunshot* "C'mon, c'mon, I'm through that shit, c'mon" "We gotta bounce, yo!" "Let's bounce!"27

Hip-Hop

Moment of Truth

Gang Starr

[Intro: Sharon] No matter what we face We must face the moment of truth, baby [Hook 1] They say it's lonely at the top in whatever you do You always gotta watch motherfuckers around you Nobody's invincible, no plan is foolproof We all must meet our moment of truth [Verse 1] The same sheisty cats that you hang with and do your thang with Could set you up and wet you up nigga, peep the language It's universal, you play with fire it may hurt you Or burn you, lessons are blessings you should learn through Let's face facts, although MC's lace tracks It doesn't mean behind the scenes there ain't no dirt to trace back That goes for all of us, there ain't nobody to trust It's like sabotage, it's got me ready to bust But I can't jeopardize what I have done up to this point So I'ma get more guys to help me run the whole joint Cultivate, multiply, motivate or else we'll die You know I be the master of the who, what, where and why See when you're shinin', some chumps'll wanna dull ya Always selfish, jealous punks will wanna pull ya Down, just like some shellfish in a bucket 'Cause they love it to see your ass squirm like a worm But just as you'll receive what is comin' to you Everybody else is gonna get theirs too I ain't no saint, therefore I cannot dispute That everyone must meet their moment of truth You might also like[Hook 2] Actions have reactions, don't be quick to judge You may not know the hardships people don't speak of It's best to step back, and observe with couth For we all must meet our moment of truth [Verse 2] Sometimes you gotta dig deep when problems come near Don't fear, things get severe for everybody everywhere Why do bad things happen to good people? Seems that life is just a constant war between good and evil The situation that I'm facin' is mad amazin' To think such problems can arise from minor confrontations Now I'm contemplatin' in my bedroom pacin' Dark clouds over my head, my heart's racin' Suicide? Nah, I'm not a foolish guy Don't even feel like drinkin' or even gettin' high 'Cause all that's gonna do really is accelerate The anxieties that I wish I could alleviate But wait, I've been through a whole lot of other shit before So I oughta be able to withstand some more But I'm sweatin' though, my eyes are turnin' red and yo I'm ready to lose my mind, but instead I use my mind I put down the knife and take the bullets out my 9 My only crime was that I'm too damn kind And now some scandalous motherfuckers wanna take what's mine But they can't take the respect that I've earned in my lifetime And you know they'll never stop the furious force of my rhymes So like they say, every dog has its day And like they say, God works in a mysterious way So I pray, rememberin' the days of my youth As I prepare to meet my moment of truth [Interlude] You shall know the truth and the truth shall set you free! [Verse 3] Yo, I got one lyric pointed at your head for start Another one is pointed at your weak-ass heart Now if I pull the trigger on these fully-loaded lines You're gonna wish I would've pulled a black 9 I mack dimes, crack the spines of the fake gangsters Yeah the bitin' triflin' niggas and the studio pranksters Yo, lookin' at the situation plainly: will you remain, G? Or will you be looked upon strangely? I reign as the articulator with the greater data Revolvin' on the TASCAM much doper than my last jam While others struggle to juggle tricky metaphors I explore more to expose the core A lot of emcees act stupid to me And we have yet to see if they can match our longevity But anyway, it's just another day Another fake jack I slay with my spectac' rap display Style's smooth but rugged, you can't push or shove it You dig it and you dug it 'cause like money you love it The king of monotone, with my own throne Righteously violent prone, my words bring winds like cyclones Stormin' your hideout, blockin' out your sunlight Your image and your business were truly not done right Throw up your He Allah Now Divine Saviours You got no hand skills, there's no security to save ya No pager, no celly, no drop top Benz-y I came to bring your phony hip-hop to an ending My art of war will leave you sore from the abuse 'Cause you must meet your moment of truth [Hook 3] They say it's lonely at the top in whatever you do You always gotta watch motherfuckers around you No one is untouchable, no man is bulletproof We all must meet our moment of truth79

Hip-HopRap

They Want EFX

Das EFX

[Verse 1] Bum stiggedy bum stiggedy bum, hon, I got the old pa-rum-pum-pum-pum But I can fe-fi or fo, diddly-bum, here I come So Peter Piper, I'm hyper than Pinocchio's nose 'Cause I'm the supercalafragilistic tic-tac pro I gave my oopsy, daisy, now you've got the Crazy Drazy with the books, Googley-goo where's the gravy So one two, um, buckle my, um shoe Yabba Doo, hippity-hoo, crack a brew So trick or treat, smell my feet, yup I drippedy-dropped a hit So books get on your mark and spark that old censorship Drats and double drats, I smiggedy-smacked some whiz kids The boogedy-woogedly Brooklyn boy's about to get his, dig My waist bone's connected to my hip bone My hip bone's connected to my thigh bone My thigh bone's connected to my knee bone My knee bone's connected to my hardy-har-har-har The jibbedy-jabber jaw ja-jabbing at your funny bone, um Skip the Ovaltine, I'd rather have my honeycomb Or preferably the sinsemilla, Let's spiggedy-spark the blunts, um Dun dun dun dun dun, dun dun [Hook] They want EFX, some live EFX They want EFX, some live EFX They want EFX, some live EFX Snap a neck for some live EFX You might also like[Verse 2] Well I'll be darned, shiver me timbers yo, head for the hills! I picked a weeping willow, and a daffodil So back up bucko or I'll pulverize McGruff 'Cause, this little piggy gets, busy and stuff Arrivederci, heavens to mercy, honky tonk I get swift I caught a Snuffleupagus and smoked a boogaloo spliff I got the nooks, the crannies, the nitty gritty 40 doe So all aboard, castaway, hey where's my boogaloo? Oh-h-h-h-h-h-hhh I'm steamin, a-go-ny! Why's everybody always pickin on me? They call me Puddin' Tane, and rap's my game You ask me again and I'll t-tell you the same Since I'm the vocal vegemintarian, stick 'em up freeze So no Parks sausages, mom, please A-Blitz shoots the breeze, twiddly-dee shoots his lip Crazy Drayzie shot the sheriff yup, and I shot the gift And that's PRET-TY SNEA-KY SIS, oh yo I got my socks off, my rocks off, my Nestle's cup of cocoa Holly Hobbie tried to slob me, tried to rob me silly stunt Diggedy-dun dun dun dun dun, DUN DUN! [Hook] They want EFX, some live EFX They want EFX, some live EFX They want EFX, some live EFX Snap a neck for some live EFX They want EFX, some live EFX They want EFX, some live EFX They want EFX, some live EFX Snap a neck for some live EFX [Verse 3] Yahoo, hidee-ho yup I'm coming around the stretch So here Fido boy, fetch, boy, fetch I got the rope-a-dope a slippery choker, look at me get raw And I'm the hickory-dickory top of morning boogoloo big jaw With the yippedy zippedy Winnie the Pooh bad boy blue Yo crazy got the gusto, what up, I swing that too So nincompoop give a hoot and stomp a troop without a strain Like Rosco P. Coltrane I spiggedy-spark a spiff and give a twist like Chubby Checker I take my Froot Loops with two scoops, make it double decker Oh Finster Baby come to Papa Duke A babaloo, ooh, a babaloo boogedy boo I went from Gucci to Stussy, to fliggedy-flam a groupie To Zsa Zsa, to yibbedy-yabba dabba hoochie koochie Tally ho I-I'll take my Stove Top instead of potato, so Maybe I'll shoot 'em now, nope maybe I'll shoot 'em later, yep I used to have a dog and Bingo was his name oh, so uh B-I-N-G-O-oh You do the hokey pokey and you turn yourself around, hon, so uh Dun dun dun dun dun, dun dun [Hook] They want EFX, some live EFX They want EFX, some live EFX They want EFX, some live EFX Snap a neck for some live EFX They want EFX, some live EFX They want EFX, some live EFX They want EFX, some live EFX Snap a neck for some live EFX11

Hip-HopRap

Mr. 17.5

Jeezy

[Verse 1] New shoes on the Range Ro', I'm good wit mine (vrrooomm) Motherfuckers acting like I ain't supposed to shine I ain't the 1, definitely not the 2 (nope) 1 in the chamber when we aiming at you (Blaou) The young Bob Barker, the price is right If you C.O.D. then you could get them tonight Put the fish scale on the scale The boy went postal, all he do is check mail (HA HA) Low key, under the radar Triple black 'Vet, yeah I call it the stealth No currency machine, I could count it myself Almost done, another quarter million in ones Thunderstorm in the Body Tap, look what I've done Chump change, I make it rain for fun (whassup) [Chorus] Snowman, get cha' hands up high It's ya boy, Mr. 17-5 I take it back to the block, back to the kitchen, back to the pots Snowman, get cha' hands up high It's ya boy, Mr. 17-5 I take it back to the block, back to the kitchen, back to the pots [Verse 2] I get them bars out of the back of my mind (that's how) I reminisce like Mary J Even in the drought, the boy kept that yay 100 percent certain, Snowman was workin' You can blame my plug and my clientele (why) I'm addicted to that new car smell White cookies in a plastic bag New shoes on the coupe with the paper tag Whole life flash right before your eyes See the state troopers and get butterflies Got a thing for them Heckler and Koches Mini 14s and rolex watches Somewhere in the back of my sick and deranged brain I get a rush when I talk that 'cane Get money, nigga fuck them haters All we fear is the discovery and indictment papers (whassup) See Jeezy LiveGet tickets as low as $51You might also like[Chorus] Snowman, get cha' hands up high It's ya boy, Mr. 17-5 I take it back to the block, back to the kitchen, back to the pots Snowman, get cha' hands up high It's ya boy, Mr. 17-5 I take it back to the block, back to the kitchen, back to the pots [Verse 3] I'm a grown ass man, I stand on my own two 200,000 cash, yeah, I'm buying my own team Right to your front door, operation so sweet I like little dude who keeps his money so neat But I still bury a nigga Put the mask on, Jim Carrey a nigga (Blaou) Suede ends in the Chevy, got me feelin awkward Careful with the sweets, dont burn my seats You could live your whole life and not come close Guess thats why these rap niggas take notes Recite my adlibs, borrow my quotes Make me IHOP a nigga, serve them with the toast Next, they be dressing like me But back in '93, they wasn't stressing like me (whassup) [Chorus] Snowman, get cha' hands up high It's ya boy, Mr. 17-5 I take it back to the block, back to the kitchen, back to the pots Snowman, get cha' hands up high It's ya boy, Mr. 17-5 I take it back to the block, back to the kitchen, back to the pots2

Hip-HopRap

Brown Paper Bag

DJ Khaled

[Pre-Chorus 1: Jeezy] Just got a hundred of that brown paper bag money You niggas really wanna talk money? Shit real, that's all I can tell 'em Just wrap 'em up good so the dogs can't smell 'em [Chorus: Dre] Brown Paper Bag (thank God for that) Brown Paper Bag [Verse 1: Jeezy] Thank God for those days, thank God for those nights Though it might seem wrong, thank God for that white They used to call me the Pyrex kid A.K.A. Young Arm & Hammer In the kitchen with the pots, yeah I work the glass Hard on 'em, pimp, yeah I work 'em tass And when they came in, we unpacked 'em all Broke 'em all down and unwrapped 'em all Just two words nigga, duffel bag I just know it so well, can't help but brag Gold Mouth got 10, Mel Man got 3 It's just your luck the rap game got me, hold up [Verse 2: Juelz Santana] Here we go again Just spent a hundred of that brown paper bag money all on Timbs And the bad bitches all on him 'Cause the cars that he drives are all foreign The game is mine, I'm so far in I'm speaking with an accent you just caught wind Can't even relax in my room That brown paper bag money push my mattress through the roof This for my niggas gettin' brown paper bag money This for my strippers gettin' black plastic bag money We talkin' 'bout that bad money That IRS can't tax money, ya dig me? You might also like[Pre-Chorus 2: Rick Ross] Just made a hundred of that brown paper bag money I thank God for the mil' he prepared for me Take care my fam and my little dog, money Thank God for that brown paper bag, that [Chorus: Dre & Rick Ross] Brown Paper Bag (Thank God for that) Brown Paper Bag (Boss, c'mon) Brown Paper Bag (Thank God for that) Brown Paper Bag (We the best) [Verse 3: Rick Ross] Just pulled over in my CM 5 Big bottle on the dash, hope he let me slide Got 20 in the trunk, you can bet me five 20 minutes and they dump, I'mma let these fly We the best! Look at what we drive Got pic-nic tables on my lap, gettin' high In the back of the Maybach, and it cost five Hundred thou and a nigga spent that with a smile Stackin' numbers at alarmin' rates White house, still move a brick of raw in a day I'm that Bin Laden boy, I'll bomb ya state I ain't come to stay, I got a postbar and a date Two million in a bag, ain't one to brag You don't know the feelin' when the villain peelin' in a Jag Just starin' at the ceilin', ten woman at your pad I was at the center, now I see villain just in fact, I'm a Boss [Pre-Chorus 3: Lil Wayne] Just spent a hundred of that brown paper bag money It feels good to be Young Money, Cash Money Rehab, I'm addicted to fast money I got stacks of rubber bands up in that [Chorus: Dre] Brown Paper Bag (thank God for that) Brown Paper Bag Brown Paper Bag (thank God for that) Brown Paper Bag [Verse 4: Lil Wayne] Practice make perfect, I'm relaxing at rehearsal I'm a mothafuckin' professional, like Herschel Walker, the talk of the game, is I But I wonder will they still be talkin' after I die But that's not important, money's more important And understand I been in that water like I was snorklin' Understand I been in that water like I'm a dolphin Miami, Khaled took me in like an orphan Why did they start him, now they can't park him I go into the booth and just change like Clark Kent Lamborghini dark tint, philly blunt cigar scent I'm by myself cause niggas run they mouths like auctions T-Street's my brother, FeFe's my brother And we stay on point like a fucking box cutter Ya heard what I say, mothafucka did I stutter With my brown paper bag here to represent the hustle, I'm out [Pre-Chorus 4: Fat Joe] Coka baby, man you know I already had money Definition of that brown paper bag money Try front and I'll zip you in a bag, money For the cash, I'll blast anybody, that [Chorus: Dre] Brown Paper Bag (thank God for that) Brown Paper Bag Brown Paper Bag (thank God for that) Brown Paper Bag [Verse 5: Fat Joe] Ya'll niggas want coca music Lacostra Nostra flow, show ya how to do this Pin it so easy, a caveman could do it Nigga, we simply the best, don't confuse it I confuse it, critics be hating Best album yet, don't give me the same rating I'm waiting top of Rap Rushmore Etched in stone, right beside Pun's noy Unsure, anythings possible 4 mill spent, bought out the Art Basel I'm Picasso, in a Versace suit Don't worry my nigga, Khaled I got you Not just cause I want to, cause I got to Put the squad on your back, the impossible It's only logical to spit it from the heart Brown paper bag, who else but Joe the God? That [Chorus: Dre] Brown Paper Bag (thank God for that) Brown Paper Bag3

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Keep It Gangsta

Jeezy

[Chorus: Jeezy] I keep it gangsta and they love that shit (hey) I keep it gangsta and they love that shit (hey) I keep it gangsta and they love that shit (hey) If you's a gangsta you gon' love this shit I keep it gangsta and they love that shit (hey) I keep it gangsta and they love that shit (hey) I keep it gangsta and they love that shit (hey) If you's a gangsta you gon' love this shit [Verse 1: Jeezy] This one's for you and I ain't talkin' Bud Light HK nigga with that little red light Whole club bouncin, errbody strapped up Pull it out my pants and make errbody back up Fuck a record deal, the boy just too real Watch him cook it on the stove, man the boy got skills Streets is talkin, whole hood's whisperin Careful what I say cause I know them folks listenin It's your boy Mr. Seventeen-Five My lil mamma hold the strap and the work while I drive Take it out the wrap and I put it on the scale But keep that on the low cause I ain't tryna go to jail [Chorus: Jeezy] I keep it gangsta and they love that shit (hey) I keep it gangsta and they love that shit (hey) I keep it gangsta and they love that shit (hey) If you's a gangsta you gon' love this shit I keep it gangsta and they love that shit (hey) I keep it gangsta and they love that shit (hey) I keep it gangsta and they love that shit (hey) If you's a gangsta you gon' love this shit See Jeezy LiveGet tickets as low as $51You might also like[Verse 2: Slick Pulla] They call me Slick Manning cause my vision's great Toss shells like pigskins when I squeeze the eight Think I start for the Braves, way I rep the A Like John Smoltz in his prime when I pitch the K Got the scale in my pocket on a suicide grind Yams in the strap facin suicide time Outlandish wit it man, it's stupid how we shine Catch me in them bunkers with them troops all the time I eat like Saddam but I'm sick like Uday Keeps some youngsters with me and they all bout gunplay We been had the streets jammed up to stock We down south niggas but the plugs up top [Chorus: Jeezy] I keep it gangsta and they love that shit (hey) I keep it gangsta and they love that shit (hey) I keep it gangsta and they love that shit (hey) If you's a gangsta you gon' love this shit I keep it gangsta and they love that shit (hey) I keep it gangsta and they love that shit (hey) I keep it gangsta and they love that shit (hey) If you's a gangsta you gon' love this shit [Verse 3: Blood Raw] This for gangstas, I ain't talkin bout you busters Chopper toters, money getters, naw not you suckers Cooler than a fan, colder than a freezer Still in the hood, ridin sixes on the Regal Still on MLK, still got a side Still get money and I'm still in the trap Lil mamma say she like me plus she know I'm hood I'm a fool with laying pipe, and she know I'm good I got a spot for the yay, Uncle Pete keep the K's Auntie Shirley got the money, if they rush then we straight Eight Seven Thirty Two shawty, leave it in my pager We ain't talkin on them phones cause I know you talkin paper [Chorus: Jeezy] I keep it gangsta and they love that shit (hey) I keep it gangsta and they love that shit (hey) I keep it gangsta and they love that shit (hey) If you's a gangsta you gon' love this shit I keep it gangsta and they love that shit (hey) I keep it gangsta and they love that shit (hey) I keep it gangsta and they love that shit (hey) If you's a gangsta you gon' love this shit

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Bullshit Rappers & Metaphors

Joe Budden

[Intro] Whoaaa....yeah, it's your boy Jumpoff Beezy a.k.a. Regular Joe a.k.a. That Dude Shout out to all the mixtape DJs and shit Stack, what up nigga Webb, turn my vocals up a little bit See, what we gonna do is we gonna rhyme like the other niggas and shit With the bullshit rhymes, putting a whole bunch of words together just because And niggas is really listening to that shit like, "Yo, he's hot"......NOT I think niggas might have forgot what the word "hot" is Fucking with all these metaphor niggas with the bullshit like "I'm flat like plasma" "I smoke like forest fires" and all this dumb shit "I'm cool like AC's" "I bang like bangers"...ha...some dumb shit SO.....we gonna have to teach niggas how to rap again Niggas might have forgot -- go ahead and help them out We recording?...... ARE WE RECORDING??? All right -- just making sure, man Its, its, its that on top music!!! [Verse 1] Ok, moving on now -- we done with the no names Now put the purple in the air like soul plane Point blank when hammers is out I'll have it right up on your skin -- it's like the plastic on your grandma couch In the hood somebody's telling, cops cuff and arresting So its somebody else besides Usher confessing Spray y'all clip team Y'all broke but the day y'all get cream is the day y'all meet the AR-15 Jason Bourne niggas sent right after a guy The dudes that say word to they seed right after they lie So when I spot 'em or see 'em I'ma play the graveyard realtor in charge of every mausoleum Buying 900 gallons of dip In the crib the living room wall is 900 gallons of fish The block is fucked up, my son's feeling is helpless I see why everybody in slum village is selfish..nigga You might also like[Interlude] Yeah, man (Oh, oh) Shout-out to Fab, Stacks, A-Team [?] Er'body on top of they pen game (JERZ!) And I wanna send a big shout-out to all the mixtape DJs out there That been holding it down so many years Yeah, and shout-out to the haters too Hi, haters! It's It's (It's what?), it's that On Top Music! [Verse 2] Hard to imagine the game without me Even mixtapes just ain't been the same without me And anytime beef is on or the heat is on I'm on some Nelly shit in New Jerz, getting my Eagle on Niggas wanna rep, better watch your back Even little niggas is jumping now they Robert Pack And there's great artists out the struggling to get a joint across While wack niggas need nine minutues to get a point across When will you cowards learn, though? I only fuck chicks looking like they off the Howard Stern Show I love when black youths do they numbers and all Make hits to make them little kids run to the store But its like rappers ain't got no hunger at all And niggas' albums don't leave you with a hunger for more Say Joe, leave it alone -- accept it, they lost But I'm a addict -- got a problem with beating a dead horse, nigga [Outro] Simple, man...see...two way ya boy next time you drop, man No more mixtapes hit the street without the kid on them Thats how we gonna do, y'all must've forgot like Roy Jones That's one of then wack metaphors niggas be using, too Yo, I'm hot like the sun I am cooler than the other......oh yeah, nigga said that YOU AIN'T COOLER THAN THE OTHER SIDE OF THE PILLOW, NIGGA

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Standing Ovation

Jeezy

[Verse 1] I told 'em straight drop this and ziplock that Right on my waistline is where I kept that strap (yeeeeah) I remember nights I didn't remember nights (nights) I damn near went crazy, had to get it right (that's right) Now I'm ya favorite rapper's favorite rapper (ay) Now I'm ya favorite trapper's favorite trapper (ha ha) The absolute truth, yeah I'm no joke Who me, I emerged from the crack smoke (yeah) In the hearts of those who grind with O's (O's) They feel my pain, they at my shows (jeah) That's why I got this glass pot and this triple beam (what) I tell 'em money talks like Charlie Sheen (ay) [Hook] These are more than words, this is more than rap This is the streets and I am the trap Standing ovation Standing ovation These are more than words, this is more than rap This is the streets and I am the trap Standing ovation Standing ovation [Verse 2] Once upon a time, I used to grind all night (grind all night) With that residue, that was iPod white (yeeeeeah) I'm a boss, I got Juice like the magazine (jeah) And everyday I see Feds like a magazine (ha ha) Psychopathic wordplay, schizophrenic flow (flow) I guess it's safe to say I got schizophrenic dough (daaaaamn) Fuck bad bitches, smoke big blunts (jeah) Who am I to tell ya different? Ya only live once (let's get it) All I blow is kush, yeah that Cali bud (bud) Got cali love when I got that Cali Blood (ay) My Spanish bitch in L.A., yeah I owe her one (one) Now them squares seventeen like Uncle Grady's son (yeeeeeeeah) See Jeezy LiveGet tickets as low as $51You might also like[Hook] These are more than words, this is more than rap This is the streets and I am the trap Standing ovation Standing ovation These are more than words, this is more than rap This is the streets and I am the trap Standing ovation Standing ovation [Verse 3] The game flows through my veins, man I can't understand it Infatuation with the birds, I watch Animal Planet (ha ha) My life's a motion picture in Dolby Digital (ay) Street raised and the scale it was digital Calculate my every step, I'm a mathematician Make them pigeons disappear, I'm a damn magician (yeeeeeah) A .40 cal, rubberbands, and a shoebox (jeah) Run through a hundred grand watching Matlock (ay) Got it by the truckload, like the bread people (jeah) I got a Sixth Sense, I stack dead people (that's right) I'm talking Grants and Jacksons Swear it took a whole hour just to count the Jacksons (ay) [Hook] These are more than words, this is more than rap This is the streets and I am the trap Standing ovation Standing ovation These are more than words, this is more than rap This is the streets and I am the trap Standing ovation Standing ovation2

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And Then What

Jeezy

[Intro - Mannie Fresh] Niggas, bitches, bitch ass niggas Dyke ass hoes, black ass, bright ass hoes Fags, hags, and scalawags, get y'all motherfuckin' ass on the floor It's about to go down like a motherfuckin' plane crash ya heard It's about to burn like a bad ass perm Ya boy, Mannie Fresh, with Young Jeezy ya heard [Hook - Young Jeezy and Mannie Fresh] First I'm gone stack my flo' (And then what?) Then I'm gone stack some mo' (And then what?) Close shop then I do my count Hide the rest of the yams at my auntie house(And then what?) Get fresh and jump in one of dem cars (Yeah) Hit the club and get one of dem broads (And then what?) It's a wrap, we on the way to the house; by 3:45 I be kickin' her out [Verse 1 - Young Jeezy] Patty cake, patty cake, microwave Suckas make a square, goddamn I'm paid (ha ha) I'm so cool, but I'm so hot, and I'm, I'm so fly, and you, you're so not (nope) Show me what you're workin' with just like that (like that) Turn around, bend over, bring it back (bring it back) Snowman and Mannie Fresh bring it back (bring it back) It's Mannie Fresh and Snowman, it's a wrap Strapped up in the club, yeah I'm so crazy These other rappers actors like Patrick Swayze (ha ha) I tried to tell 'em but these niggas ain't hearin' me Mossberg pump I'm ridin' shotgun literally (daaamn) Live from the projects, you know what it is Ay, Snowman, (what up), can I get a ad lib? (yeahhhhhhh) Get the club crunk, can't take that from me Ain't dropped yet, still got Lil' Jon money See Jeezy LiveGet tickets as low as $51You might also like[Hook - Young Jeezy and Mannie Fresh] First I'm gone stack my flo'(And then what?) Then I'm gone stack some mo' (And then what?) Close shop then I do my count Hide the rest of the yams at my auntie house (And then what?) Get fresh and jump in one of dem cars (Yeah) Hit the club and get one of dem broads (And then what?) It's a wrap, we on the way to the house; by 3:45 I be kickin' her out [Verse 2 - Young Jeezy] I see you lookin', with you lookin' ass Catch Snowman in the kitchen with his cookin' ass (cheaa) I'm so clean, but I'm, I'm so grimey (alright) So dirty but yet, I'm so shiny My nigga Kinky B told me finish my meal Def Jam, seven figures, we can finish the deal (yeaaah) Some say I lucked up; I call it perfect timing (yeah) Nigga I can't lose; the whole city's behind me [Hook - Young Jeezy and Mannie Fresh] First I'm gone stack my flo'(And then what?) Then I'm gone stack some mo' (And then what?) Close shop then I do my count Hide the rest of the yams at my auntie house (And then what?) Get fresh and jump in one of dem cars (Yeah) Hit the club and get one of dem broads (And then what?) It's a wrap, we on the way to the house; by 3:45 I be kickin' her out [Verse 3 - Young Jeezy] I got million dollar dreams and federal nightmares (ay) We pop Cris' my nigga, and still drink beers (dat's riiight) What did you expect man, I came from nothin' (nothin) Real street nigga and wouldn't change for nothin' (nah) Got my niggas out the hood, it's such a wonderful feeling (chea) Three car garage with the twelve foot ceilings (ay) It oughta be a crime just to feel this good I swear it oughta be a crime just to be this hood (ayy) [Hook - Young Jeezy and Mannie Fresh] First I'm gone stack my flo'(And then what?) Then I'm gone stack some mo' (And then what?) Close shop then I do my count Hide the rest of the yams at my auntie house (And then what?) Get fresh and jump in one of dem cars (Yeah) Hit the club and get one of dem broads (And then what?) It's a wrap, we on the way to the house; by 3:45 I be kickin' her out4

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Wamp Wamp (What It Do)

Clipse

[Chorus: Slim Thug & Pusha T] Man, I showed up, pimpin' ya cold up I head straight to the bar just to post up I roll the 'dro up, my cup Mo'ed up Bitch, don't just stand there with your nose up, c'mon Wamp wamp, what it do? (What it do?) Huh, wamp wamp, what it do? (What it do?) Wamp wamp, what it do? (What it do?) Huh, wamp wamp, what it do? [Verse 1: Pusha T] No hotter flow dropper since Poppa You penny-ante niggas, see, I know copper Left the game on a high note, flow opera Pusha still got them keys, I can unlock ya See that watch on the sleeve? Call it show-stopper Nigga ball around the world, call me globe-trotter Trick dollar, ask what I feel, nada Give a bitch yellow fever, all these gold bottles And late models, I lean throttles Roof back with the coupe black, player think he need goggles Look mama, a mí fly papa Strictly Bathing Ape, Ice Cream and BBC rocker (Yuugh) So proper, hammer time, gun cocker Top shotta, me hesitate none, pop ya Egg shell on the scale for my snow coppers Don't ask what I sell, shit, I'm Bet' Crocker You might also like[Chorus: Slim Thug & Pusha T] Man, I showed up, pimpin' ya cold up I head straight to the bar just to post up I roll the 'dro up, my cup Mo'ed up Bitch, don't just stand there with your nose up, c'mon Wamp wamp, what it do? (What it do?) Huh, wamp wamp, what it do? (What it do?) Wamp wamp, what it do? (What it do?) Huh, wamp wamp, what it do? [Verse 2: Malice] Uh, mirror mirror, who's the fairest? Tricked a buck fifty on that horse and carriage Must admit, nothing like these karats Them hoes holla back just like they parrots Down to the watches, alligator strap Six different time zones, I don't set her back Seventeen a brick, yeah, run and tell 'em that I got the wamp wamp, when I move it, it's still damp Mildew-ish, I heat it, it turns bluish It cools to a tight wad, the Pyrex is Jewish I get paper, it seems I get foolish Take it to Jacob and play "Which hue's the bluest?" We ain't browsing, luxurious housing Pull up so mean with the angel bowing Or with the emblem bearing the stallion European custom, the leather's Italian [Chorus: Slim Thug & Pusha T] Man, I showed up, pimpin' ya cold up I head straight to the bar just to post up I roll the 'dro up, my cup Mo'ed up Bitch, don't just stand there with your nose up, c'mon Wamp wamp, what it do? (What it do?) Huh, wamp wamp, what it do? (What it do?) Wamp wamp, what it do? (What it do?) Huh, wamp wamp, what it do? [Verse 3: Pusha T] Yuugh, so much glamour, that I can't stand the Bright from the ice, the chain xenon lamp ya Impression in ya mind like a freeze frame camera The white tape tight like ya seen on Pampers What's under the couch probably free up Santa Whatever it cost, baby, we got answers Line outside full of Jo-Jo Dancers "We Got it for Cheap," that's the Re-Up anthem [Verse 4: Malice] By far the coldest, '06 Lotus Zero to sixty, hocus pocus The Feds don't know so they stick their noses While we off the coast, proposing toasts-es Hoes and more shit, the family close knit And deep like the Hutu, you cockroaches Just like the flow, the four's ferocious I'll tuck you in homie, "Buenos noches" [Chorus: Slim Thug & Pusha T] Man, I showed up, pimpin' ya cold up I head straight to the bar just to post up I roll the 'dro up, my cup Mo'ed up Bitch, don't just stand there with your nose up, c'mon Wamp wamp, what it do? (What it do?) Huh, wamp wamp, what it do? (What it do?) Wamp wamp, what it do? (What it do?) Huh, wamp wamp, what it do?7

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See Me Now

Kanye West

[Chorus: Charlie Wilson & Kanye West] I know you see me now, right now (You see me now, right now) I know you see me now, right now (You see, you see) I know you see me now, right now (Haha, yeah) I know you see me now, right now [Bridge 1: Beyoncé & Kanye West] I got my suit and tie, and I don't know if y'all know Well maybe y'all do, or maybe y'all don't But I don't really care, it's how we on it all the time So I'ma get my money, let's go [Verse 1: Kanye West] Now I'ma need you to kill the hypocrisy, this is an aristocracy I'm Socrates, but my skin more chocolatey What's up with who? That's old news I'm in a speedboat, in my boat shoes Huh? I swear my whole collection's so cruise I might walk in Nobu with no shoes "He just walked in Nobu like it was Whole Foods That nigga crazy, I told you" Immature adult, insecure asshole If you fall on the concrete, that's your ass fault If you pass on a Kan' beat, that's your last fault Get what you ask for, I swear that your ass slow She got a big booty but she couldn't drop it as low 'Til you take your last ho and rope up all the cashflow When you gettin' money they be all up on your ass, yo When you gettin' money cops don't let a nigga pass, go Straight to jail yo, in a hellhole Right next to Lucifer, tell 'em I said "Hello" Ask if I'ma be there soon and tell him I said "Hell no" Yo what you say when your people get outta jail, huh? You might also like[Bridge 2: Beyoncé & Kanye West] My niggas is home I guess I got everything, everything I want (Let's go shopping, dog, let's celebrate) But I don’t, no matter how good it gets, it’ll never be like before (Free Weezy though) No women in the crowd, screamin' and it’s loud Doin' things not allowed and I swear it’s going down right now (You know what it is) I know one thing, my mama would be proud And you see me lookin' up 'Cause I know she’s lookin' down right now [Chorus: Charlie Wilson] I know you see me now, right now I know you see me now, right now I know you see me now, right now I know you see me now, right now [Verse 2: Kanye West] Pour the champagne, let your watch show Shorty got a man watch, wrist look colossal I admit my first watch was a Fossil Now I’m in the Louvre, lookin' for fossils 'Tention to detail is so uncanny And the whips on the Sprewells, it’s so un-Camry Somebody need to put us on camera The world of Rollies and everyone families Stay Jordan fresh, suits and Ferraris Cute, your shorty watch Barney's, we head to Barneys End up at Marni, Giorgio, service from Sergio Tacchini Lamborghini, the chain throw off the vertigo I know the flow just hit a hellified vertical This the Christ year, last year was magic: 32 Lyrically, can’t none of y’all murder Ye 'Cause y’all raps ain’t got no vertebrae I got style, ask June if she heard of me I killed the fur last Paris, raised the murder rate First of all, we all know the beats is Like a mix between Fergie and Jesus Imagine the direction of this immaculate conception Every one of His Majesty’s swim parties is pageantries Cannonball off the divin' board when I am bored All my homies GDs, but I am Lord Rap god, Greek mythology And this life too crazy to think logically Here’s somethin' that you could use as an analogy My life is like a child’s illusions become reality [Bridge 3: Beyoncé & Kanye West] Now go get my throne, 'cause I don’t wanna stop I just go in my zone, and I’ma make it hot 'til it’s time to go When it’s time to go, where you tryna go? You better act like you can see me now [Interlude: Kanye West] Exactly Rosewood Aha, aha I know you see me, I know you see me I know you see me, it's like I'm 3D I know you see me, I know you see me I know you see me, it's like I'm 3D [Verse 3: Big Sean] Man, today I am the freshest in the world, but that's the obvious Damn, I look so sexy, and you look like a pile of shit When I told my ex I love her, she went and married another And changed her whole name up, you a Yugoslavi' chick "Be successful," that's what Dad told me So everything I D-O, now I OD They say G.O.O.D. Music like the new Miami Heat, shit Comparin' them to us, man they gotta add Kobe Whoadie, holy moley went, from G-Shockin' to Rollie From the D, coppin' in Beverly Hills, I'm Axel Foley Nah, nah, baby boy, you Jody, in the party, they all know me Yeah, I saw your ass in line, boy, you was lookin' like the old me Presidential suit, my girls Michelle and Chanel She gave me designer, uh, she keep it au natural I say it again, I'm chasin' cheese, dodgin' rat traps Chasin' pussy you might end up with a Kat Stacks Nasty trick, you's a nasty chick Ooh, you know I like that nasty shit Got it made in every way, gettin' paid every day What Sean sound like, 'Ye protégé? He sound like he a pro to me "I know Kanye a jerk," how could you say that? (How could you say that?) He rode me and my mama 'round in his Maybach (In his Maybach) What kind of jerk is that? What kind of jerks is y'all? Fuck it if he a jerk, I bet you jerk him off Bet you take it off or chase him through the mall We workin' twice as hard, so everything come in twos Double drinks, double girls We be gettin' paid like W-2 Rep Westside, throwin' up Ws "We love you Sean," I love you too Ooh-ooh, you know I do [Outro: Kanye West] Hey, feel like one of those old R. Kelly joints, right? I bet they put me back on the cover of Ebony now I know Jet magazine calling right now You looking good today too, I like that You got your new suit on and she got the extra cute on I know you thinking, “This that Yeezy we all love” I’m back, baby, we back, baby Uncle Charlie, by the way And I’ma let you finish, but I got Beyoncé on the track That’s what it is Black excellence, baby This is the elite We the greatest in the world baby, we the greatest in the world! Hahahahaha Yeah, Lex Luger, No ID, Yeezy Uh32

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No Apologies

Eminem

[Verse 1] In my mind I'm a fighter, my heart's a lighter My soul is the fluid, my flow sparks it right up An arsenic writer, author with arth-r-itis Carpal tunnel, Marshall with Start-Shit-Itis Hard-headed and hot-headed, bull-headed and pig-headed Dick-headed, a prick, a big headache I'm sick, quick-witted, for every lyric spitted There are six critics who wait for me to slip with it So, quick—this dynamite stick, bury the wick It's gonna explode any minute, some lunatic lit it And it's not Nelly, do not tell me to stop yelling When I stop selling, I'll quit, so stop dwelling! I am not failing, you fuckers are not ready ‘Cause I got jelly, like Beyoncé's potbelly This is destiny; yes, money, I'm off running So get off of me, I'm not slowing or softening [Hook] No apologies! Nah, suckers, I'm not sorry You can all sue me, y'all could be the cause of me No apologies! Y'all feelin' the force of me No remorse for me, like there was no recourse for me Nah, no apologies! Not even acknowledging you at all 'Til I get a call that God's coming No apologies! Laugh, fuckers, it's all funny I can spit in your face while you're standin' across from me No apologies! You might also like[Verse 2] My head hits the pillow, a weeping willow I can't sleep, a pain so deep it bellows But these cellos help just to keep me mellow Hands on my head, touch knees to elbows I'm hunched over, emotion just flows over These cold shoulders are both frozen, you don't know me I keep sayin' it, I can't stress it enough So keep playin' it and stand next to the subs I choke mics like asphyxiation When I'm strangling my own throat masturbatin', haha! Fuck, yeah, I'm a basket case and I'll master this rap shit 'til my ass gets wasted 'Til my assassination 'Til I'm slain 'cause of some fag's infatuation .44 mag's a fascination A taste for disaster, and if that's the case, then— [Hook] No apologies! Nah, suckers, I'm not sorry You can all sue me, y'all could be the cause of me No apologies! Y'all feelin' the force of me No remorse for me, like there was no recourse for me Nah, no apologies! Not even acknowledging you at all 'Til I get a call that God's coming No apologies! Laugh, fuckers, it's all funny I can spit in your face while you're standin' across from me No apologies! [Verse 3] This song isn't for you, it's for me A true MC, it's what he'll do just to see If he still has it and if his skills mastered He's able to spill raps long after he's killed, that's a— Real MC, got you feelin' me Whether willing or unwillingly, you still agree As long as there's still this hunger and will in me Then expect a longer life expectancy I'd be a savage beast If I ain't had this Outlet to salvage me inside I'd be exploding, soaked in self-loathing And mourning, so I'm warning you: don't coax me It's silly, I’m really a sheep in wolf's clothing Who only reacts when he gets pushed, don't be— Fooled; the press blows up this whole thing It's stupid, they don't know, ‘cause they don't see That I'm wounded, all they did was ballooned it I'm sick of talking 'bout these tattoos Cartoon did That's why I tuned it out, I'm sick of dukin' And they can suck my dick while I'm pukin' And you, too, you can— [Outro] Expect no sympathy from me I'm an MC, this is how I'm supposed to be Cold as a G, my heart's frozen It don't even beat, so expect no apologies Expect no sympathy from me I'm an MC, this is how I'm supposed to be Cold as a G, my heart's frozen It don't even beat, so expect no apologies97

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Down in tha Dirty

Ludacris

[Hook] Down in the dirty south to be exact Gettin money gettin money is a well known fact [Background "Flight Attendant"] Welcome to Atlanta, GA [Verse 1: Ludacris] I hit heavy in the trunk so I say I'm heavy hittin' My car just got a Jheri curl the paint's still drippin' My whip so clean I turn lovers into haters Then I make 'em come around like curl activator There are none greater; I'm the freshest on the scene Rap gaming Jones I'm the freshest on the team But really I'm a coach spitting game to the players And I'm yellow with that purp like I came with the Lakers I'm out to get that paper, the mule and the acres I'm repping for the rich, red, monkey bathing apers So catch a contact like you inhaled Luda vapors Cause rappers get smoked like I rolled in some paper Put 'em in a ash tray throw away the roaches Move them out my pathway show them who's the dopest I bring home the bacon and protect it with the toasters Like the lens on your camera, fuck, boy I'm so focused! [Hook] See Ludacris LiveGet tickets as low as $37You might also like[Background] Welcome to Miami, FL [Verse 2: Rick Ross] 20 grand in the left Another 20 in the right Got my wallet in the back And that thing packed tight Credit cards don't need 'em All the birds won't feed 'em While I'm sitting at the table just me and family eatin' E-class on the cell; discussing another mill' Gucci Gucci bottle empty, daddy needs a refill Up in frevay I'm standing on the bar If it ain't a black truck it's a quarter million Maz' I'm in love with kush and Kate Fox If ya need anything hit the safe deposit box Outta town for a month Came home with a duffel that was one point something Getting brain and I love it Pimp, ask Khaled. Lobster salad Mobster acknowledge I'm popping in Dallas Pop collars I touch hoes like crep flow The game in a choke hold No I won't let go [Hook] [Background] Welcome to Houston, TX [Verse 3: Bun B] Well I done said said it before But I guess it's best to repeat it Dirty south in the building With no losses we undefeated Anybody think they can beat it must be on sherm Got the streets on fire like raw scalps with a perm I'm big worm and that big body slayer Rip it open and you keep playing with my money Smoke it like I'm a joke I go for broke on the boulevard In the paint and have a bitch nigga sliced from his eyes to his tank You think I came at 225 pounds of trouble Can't find a triller nigga than me if you had the Hubble I been repping the dirty and I ain't finna to slow down So if you ain't with it get out the way it's about to go down You can get your issue like your ass subscribed And when we ride there's nowhere that your ass can hide Nigga try to come at me crooked like burners play craves Have you running up north like a runaway slave Played pussy your bluff even if it's your period The dirty south niggas take their money too serious nigga [Hook] [Background] Thank you for coming. We hope you enjoyed your stay. And please, come again

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The Emperor’s Soundtrack

Lupe Fiasco

[Produced By: Soundtrakk] [Verse 1] I told you I would show up Screaming out "FNF!" 'til the world blow up They said I was so finished, I told 'em it's show business Meanin' there's no business 'less Fiasco's in it Disrespect the dress code; wear my street clothes in it Measured, sold, and clothed in it Opened up, closed after I entered and drove in it, like uhh [Hook] Only fear God Know the weapons of the weak The weakness of the heart And never fall asleep [Verse 2] Roll in it, music bumpin, windows tinted Through the good neighbourhoods and all of the woes in it Exerted control in it Seen it come and go, stolen and sold in it Diamond and gold plated Fountain of youth, dippin my toes in it Bounce in the booth, spit it like Skoal in it Putting my heart and my soul in it Cause You might also like[Hook] Only fear God Know the weapons of the weak The weakness of the heart And never fall asleep [Bridge] Once upon a time, not long ago When the pusher man creep, where they live life po' [Verse 3] With fifteen in the clip and one in the hole Hallway wall full of R.I.P.'s, some some of us know None of us know the makers of the toast Like the bottom of the stove that was used in the murderin' of the scroll Heart colder than Edy's Won't let the seedy city defeat me Rub me out like genies, won't concede til I'm graffiti Nigga what [Hook] Only fear God Know the weapons of the weak The weakness of the heart And never fall asleep [Verse 4] I done bellowed, said "What up?" to the reaper Hell met like Riddell, then high-water, hello To the five-year-old gunshot hearer, I hear ya Clearer than the invisible man in the mirror Cheer up, I put it on the bars like beer nuts Put a bug in they ear, so from here up, they hear us [Hook] Only fear God Know the weapons of the weak The weakness of the heart And never fall asleep [Bridge] Once upon a time, not long ago When the pusher man creep, where they live life po' [Verse 5] I put it on my grandmomma's daughter I microphone control with the soul of slave hummin "Wadin in the Water" I author like D.W. brother, like a hustla' God place me in ya armor, I prescribe no partners I do it for the hood like a parka But tell my niggas not to shiver Only time we quiver like a archer is [Hook] Only fear God Know the weapons of the weak The weakness of the heart And never fall asleep [Verse 6] Here we are now, entertain us Change don't change us Ever since the game trained us We came up like worms in the rain I dream my chain became a loose noose that was used to hang us So now, my insane brain, my 32 teeth And two feet creep like its Elm Street Cause [Hook] Only fear God Know the weapons of the weak The weakness of the heart And never fall asleep [Bridge] Once upon a time, not long ago When the pusher man creep, where they live life po'6

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Say Something

Lupe Fiasco

[Intro: Lupe Fiasco] Ugh We just gonna keep it going and going Until I feel completed and happy about it, you know? Ugh [Verse: Lupe Fiasco] Opus of a ghetto boy who grew into a project man Brewster Place, he used to stick his scissors in his sockets—damn Clear that project runway, 'cause this is where my rocket lands Ain’t got no problems, Houston—I A.K.A. then rocket-land Events recent that lit a fire under him like pots and pans Rockets and I up in the sky, like helicopter cams And you down there in the traffic jam From here, I’ve seen a bunch of fake shit like avid wrassling fans Came up from the bottom of the eye exam—zoom! Now, I’m like the biggest G up in the room Still hard to see me like the truth on TV Or the roof from the sidewalk; I don’t flow, I ceiling My mama said they need me 'Cause I’m made from the best stuff on earth, like Snapple Tea Leaves They glass is half full, so I spit into them like Celie No longer G—now, you can see me But your letter's still under my sea, like seaweed C and G but nothing 'bout me C-G It’s all real—none of this is green screen "Shut Up and Let Me Go" just like The Ting Tings I’m feeling like a Mac standing around a bunch of PCs I’ve rocked it from the shottas to the soccer moms Try to stop what’s going on You’ll see the back of my hand like the tops of palms I’m balling like the tops of Palms Circle of influence getting bigger like the ripples on the tops of ponds Sure-footed and war-headed like the tops of bombs Dominoing niggas; delivery is Papa John's Little Caesar's of burning down your Pizza Huts Plaque collection building 'cause I don’t brush my teeth enough, yeah Yeah, crack is wack and reefer sucks You might think this deep as fuck, but this is like my weaker stuff They ask, "Is this his day-to-day? 'cause this is like a week to us" Mic is shy and speakers blush I is shy and he is up; I correct—me is up No we is up, 'cause it's like two of me And each of us rapping acid—eat this up A-Town down, peace is up New York to East Coast is cuffed; westside riding Lot of niggas' salty 'cause, 'cause I be overseas and tough Everything seamless, WorldStar never seen this NahRight gotta stream this, motherfucking genius Brave and fly; you backbone-less and wingless Bunch of chickens on the strip—I’m coming for they fingers 'Til what they throwing up is meaningless Chilly Chill, you seeing this? This didn’t make MTV’s list Finish fingers, eating wrist, feeding frenzy and shit Succotash-suffering, chicken fricasseeing this A beat-eating media blitz, pace is getting feverish Pain is growing Seaver-ish, these the peppers Peter picked Things are at their easiest, real Compton-city-G’ing it But I’m from Chicago—house lights, bravos You might also like[Outro] (*Applause*) Yeah I'm just playing Internet, check Check, check, check, check1

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Sing for the Moment

Eminem

[Verse 1: Eminem] These ideas are nightmares to white parents Whose worst fear is a child with dyed hair and who likes earrings Like whatever they say has no bearing It's so scary in a house that allows no swearing To see him walkin' around with his headphones blarin' Alone in his own zone, cold and he don't care, he's A problem child, and what bothers him all comes out When he talks about his fuckin' dad walkin' out (Bitch!) 'Cause he hates him so bad that he blocks him out If he ever saw him again he'd probably knock him out His thoughts are wacked, he's mad so he's talkin' back Talkin' black, brainwashed from rock and rap He sags his pants, do-rags and a stockin' cap His stepfather hit him so he socked him back And broke his nose, his house is a broken home There's no control, he just lets his emotions go [Chorus: Steven Tyler & Eminem] (Come on!) Sing with me (Sing!), sing for the year (Sing it!) Sing for the laughter and sing for the tear (Come on!) Sing it with me, it's just for today Maybe tomorrow the good Lord will take you away [Verse 2: Eminem] Entertainment is changin', intertwinin' with gangsters In the land of the killers, a sinner's mind is a sanctum Holy or unholy, only have one homie Only this gun, lonely ‘cause don't anyone know me Yet everybody just feels like they can relate (Huh-uh) I guess words are a motherfucker, they can be great Or they can degrade, or even worse, they can teach hate It's like these kids hang on every single statement we make Like they worship us, plus all the stores ship us platinum Now how the fuck did this metamorphosis happen? From standin' on corners and porches just rappin' To havin' a fortune, no more kissin' ass But then these critics crucify you (Yep), journalists try to burn you Fans turn on you, attorneys all want a turn at you To get they hands on every dime you have They want you to lose your mind every time you mad So they can try to make you out to look like a loose cannon Any dispute won't hesitate to produce handguns That's why these prosecutors wanna convict me Strictly just to get me off of these streets quickly But all they kids be listenin' to me religiously So I'm signin' CDs while police fingerprint me They're for the judge's daughter, but his grudge is against me If I'm such a fuckin' menace, this shit doesn't make sense, B It's all political, if my music is literal And I'm a criminal, how the fuck can I raise a little girl? I couldn't, I wouldn't be fit to You're full of shit too, Guerrera, that was a fist that hit you! (Bitch!) You might also like[Chorus: Steven Tyler & Eminem] (Come on!) Sing with me (Sing!), sing for the year (Sing it!) Sing for the laughter and sing for the tear (Sing that shit!) Sing it with me, it's just for today Maybe tomorrow the good Lord will take you away [Verse 3: Eminem] They say music can alter moods and talk to you Well, can it load a gun up for you and cock it too? Well, if it can, then the next time you assault a dude Just tell the judge it was my fault and I'll get sued See, what these kids do is hear about us totin' pistols And they wanna get one ‘cause they think the shit's cool Not knowin' we really just protectin' ourselves We entertainers, of course the shit's affectin' our sales You ignoramus, but music is reflection of self We just explain it, and then we get our checks in the mail It's fucked up, ain't it? How we can come from practically nothin' To bein' able to have any fuckin' thing that we wanted That's why we sing for these kids who don't have a thing Except for a dream and a fuckin' rap magazine (Ha-ha!) Who post pin-up pictures on they walls all day long Idolize they favorite rappers and know all they songs Or for anyone who's ever been through shit in they lives So they sit and they cry at night, wishin' they'd die 'Til they throw on a rap record and they sit and they vibe We're nothin' to you, but we're the fuckin' shit in they eyes That's why we seize the moment, try to freeze it and own it Squeeze it and hold it ‘cause we consider these minutes golden And maybe they'll admit it when we're gone Just let our spirits live on that you hear in our songs, so we can— [Chorus: Steven Tyler & Eminem] Sing with me (Sing!), sing for the year (Sing it!) Sing for the laughter and sing for the tear (Come on!) Sing it with me, it's just for today Maybe tomorrow the good Lord will take you away Sing with me (Sing!), sing for the year (Sing it!) Sing for the laughter and sing for the tear (Come on!) Sing it with me, it's just for today Maybe tomorrow the good Lord will take you away330

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Phone Home

Lil Wayne

[Intro: Dre] This is, this is, this is, this is We are not the same, I am a Martian We are not the same, I am a Martian Greetings from Planet Weezy We will begin transmission in five, four, three, two, one [Chorus: Dre] Phone home (Weezy) Phone home (Weezy) Phone home (Weezy) Phone home (Weezy) And if you feel like you're the best Go 'head and do the Weezy-We, and Phone home (Weezy) Phone home (Weezy) [Verse 1: Lil Wayne] We are not the same, I am a Martian And I'm hotter than summer rain like Carl Thomas Lock, load, ready to aim at any target I could get your brains for a bargain like I bought it from Target Hip hop is my supermarket Shopping cart full of fake hip-hop artists I'm starving, sorry, I gotta eat all it And I'll be back in the morning You might also like[Chorus: Dre] Phone home (Weezy) Phone home (Weezy) Phone home (Weezy) Phone home (Weezy) And if you feel like you're the best Go 'head and do the Weezy-We, and Phone home (Weezy) Phone home (Weezy) [Verse 2: Lil Wayne] We are not the same, I am a alien Like Gonzales, young college Student, who done just flipped the game like Houston I'm used to promethazine in two cups, I'm screwed up And you ain't shit if you ain't never been screwed up Flow so sick, make you wanna throw your food up Ice water chest, and my wrist like a cool cup Two twin clippers, I give your ass a crew cut I get bread like cold cuts, you know what? Your girl go down fast, come up slow, but I never slow up Weezy [Chorus: Dre] Phone home (Weezy) Phone home (Weezy) Phone home (Weezy) Phone home (Weezy) And if you feel like you're the best Go 'head and do the Weezy-We, and Phone home (Weezy) Phone home (Weezy) [Verse 3: Lil Wayne] They don't make 'em like me no more Matter of fact, they never made it like me before I'm rare, like Mr. Clean with hair No brake lights on my car rear I never had life and I never had fear I rap like I done died and gone to heaven, I swear And yeah, I'm a bear, like black and white hair, so I'm polar And they can't get on my system 'cause my system is the solar I am so far from the othars, I meant others I just eat them for supper, get in my spaceship and hover, hover [Chorus: Dre] Phone home (Weezy) Phone home (Weezy) Phone home (Weezy) Phone home (Weezy) And if you feel like you're the best Go 'head and do the Weezy-We, and Phone home (Weezy) Phone home (Weezy)15

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Lovesong

Jean Grae

[Intro (Overlapped with Bridge): Jean Grae] Ooh, that was wrong! Oh man. You told me stuff, and we gots to find a song for them all. It’s appreciation though. Yo, Dee, to start, play the original so I can get in the mood to kick these verses. Alright, oh, uh, yeah, yeah. I see you, love. I said, “All the time.” Does it ever puzzle you? Have you asked why? Nah. I know I do. I do, it’s true. I ain’t pretending, man. Aight, aight. Let’s get into it, for real, for real. Aight? One. Drop it, drop it [Bridge 1 (Overlapped with Intro): Sample from The Stylistics - “Stop, Look, Listen (To Your Heart)”] You’re alone all the time Does it ever puzzle you? Have you asked why you seem To fall in love? Out again Do you ever really love? Or just pretend? Why fool yourself? Don’t be afraid To help yourself It’s never too late, too late to stop... [Bridge 2: Sample from Rodney Cee on Double Trouble - “Stoop Rap” with Scratches by Da Beatminerz] (x7) Here’s a little story that must be told [Verse 1: Jean Grae] She grew up Believing in passion and love, whose folks divorced and remarried Very naïve, seen life and commitments that Should have been dead and buried, highly sentimental, sensitive Gentle beyond the point she should be. What might be obvious To most, she says they’re too bitter, can’t see The world the way she does, clean lungs, undamaged liver, sees Thugs through her pink-tinted glasses. Occasionally, weed Does make her giggle, listen to some music closer, dudes Approach her lightly, wanna be her lover, and she obliges Likes to cuddle under the covers by candlelit fires Oblivious to lying schemes to talk her out of clothes, says She’s just in love with love, cuts her classes, spends too much time Entrancing, romancing. Things are changing quickly. She’s asking “Why aren’t you spending more time with me?” Nigga’s eyes are getting Shifty, coming over later smelling of pussy on his face Jeans and sweaters—something’s fishy. And it’s not what He tells her, man, it’s what he don’t, and she don’t understand And, for some years, she probably won’t. Just wants an honest man For goodness sake, they’re backstabbing and cutting her throat Restraining orders follow, but she still optimistic about it Like Annie, thinking “Tomorrow” maybe will be a better day I let her pray on bended knees, ask him to send Prince Charming, please She’s never cheated, treats her man well, cooks, cleans Dresses sexy for him, halter tops and tight jeans, would break The law for him, go through a couple of these relationships Still stays strong, she’s too young and dumb to call it quits Learns that she carrying twice, scared and afraid the first Time. The second, she don’t even cry. He makes her wipe away His tears and it hurts. They always leave and turn crazy, so She doesn’t flirt, spends time warning the babies Goes through a couple of these relationships and still stays strong Too young and dumb to call it quits. It’s still a love song You might also like[Verse 2: Jean Grae] She’s got A good man. She’s nineteen, he’s twenty-one and sweet and honest Promised to love her, talk of marriage. She would never wanna Be somebody’s baby’s mother, use rubbers occasionally When she’s flowing, open off the affection and gifts and all The good manners he’s showing. He’s trying to build a life for himself Studies late, computer shit, and she’s missing attention that She’s not getting, sex dwindles. Crawling in the sheets, he say He tired, and she say she feel neglect and defeat, just doesn’t See his ambition, she wanna be the universe and hold His center position, starts hanging ‘round the best friend more Crazy attraction, takes impulsive action, dropped the drawers And falls in love, the world explodes when she confesses. “Yeah, I did it So?” They’re so tight, it’s like he moves when she stretches. Over The couple years, too many stresses, girls who wanna fight her Bitches writing letters, friendships disappearing, plus He rhymes, so it’s competitive pressure, miscarriage. They break up Fifty times a week and make up just as much. He fucking And I know, but pretending I’m out of touch. It’s getting Strained and gets physical, she cries until the river dries And leaves her dead and cold, packs up her things and leaves behind. What I Had thought was gold was only gold-plated. Thinking of all The other ones I could have just left and up and dated Single after four years. Starting over never easy, but it Takes some time to realize your own worth, come into Your own, play your mental rebirth. She starts penning some Better poems, straighten up her bank account, likes to take Herself out. I’m getting better at it. I’ve had A few relationships, but still too young and dumb enough to call It quits. It’s still a love song [Bridge 3: Jean Grae] Love All I ever want is you All I ever had Needed in my life was you All that ever was, all I ever had [Verse 3: Jean Grae] Maybe it’s Easier to talk about this shit in third person, learning Better, looking for nub in all the wrong places like I’m Eddie Murphy, curse me to repeat the same cycle I’m breaking No longer think relations make a better woman, just For life I’m pursuing, growing but hopelessly romantic still Tasted weather in the bitter climates, love the sunshine better Dreaming of dream proposals, decent moral values placing Higher on my chart, trying not to have a shallow heart But battle scars are deep and reach into the depths of Hell and back Try to give up the grudges. Think it’s experience And move from the clutches of sadness. It’s difficult Sometimes, I wish I wasn’t an adult. Adolescent Primetime sitcom star, I’ve been too far And too much, too hard for too long. It’s still a love song

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Gigolo

Nick Cannon

[Intro - R. Kelly] + (Nick Cannon) Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh (Oh, uh, haha, Cannon Ball) Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh (Check it, Kels!) (Yo nigga we in the club singing this for money, ha!) [Hook - R. Kelly] I'm a gigolo, spending lot's a dough You can tell the way wide-body, sitting on vogues And how I'm shining, wit the fresh, fresh clothes Always surrounded, by so many (HO!) I'm a gigolo, always on the go Every time I turn around, I got another show In the club, wit about three in a row Drop in the Six, cause I love them (HO!) [Verse 1 - Nick Cannon] Shorty I, only got one night in town, tell me baby where you down Bushes we won't beat around, bushes we just eat 'em now Feeling yo Moschino blouse, seven jean, Black and Lebanese Head to her knees, please if you ever need a bastard remember me Just rock to the melody, I got you in bed wit me I thought you would never leave You wanna name me, like Amerie Know the chain freeze wrist, be the same degrees Tryna get lil' mami, in that thang of reese Only getting in for free, if you came wit me Cause I'mma grown man, not B2K If I need a Girlfriend, it won't be to-day No, I'm NOT tryna be ya man, pimp bones in my body Rock them body-hotty, rock them, like ladi-dadi Me and Kels on Ducatti's, wanna see you drop it shawty Oh weee! tryna leave the club, wit a groupie! You might also like[Hook] [Verse 2 - Nick Cannon] Ma I'm busy on tour, ma, you busy on the floor Ma I'm feeling yo heels, them Christian Dior's I'm like David Beckham, keep a mean shoe game But like my favorite records, keep spinning new thangs Let my hair grow, cause I was looking for a change Shorty call me the Scare Crow, I'm looking for some brain In "The Wiz", there it go, here it is, where the show Cause through yo dress, I can see yo drawls So shorty just shake it, make a round of applause If you outta Hypnotic, 'nother round at the bar And when we parking lot pimping, they surrounding the car No, I'm NOT tryna be ya man, pimp bones in my body Rock them body-hotty, rock them, like ladi-dadi Me and Kels on Ducatti's, wanna see you drop it shawty Oh weee! tryna leave the club Wit a groupie! wit a groupie! [Hook] [Verse 3 - Nick Cannon] Mami, when we leave the club, leave wit us You don't need ya car keys, we gon' fair in the bus And the way you wear ya jeans, is means to cuss So DAMN! how you get them on, DAMN! big secrets on her Throwback chick, hotter than Ms. Vic Damone This the type of ... I'm on, not picking up the phone Unless you unblock ya joint, then put on ya coat Know when to hit, when Nick get in the booth Come through in something new, wit an invisible roof Oh the sentence on my necklace seem invisible too When we do what we do, we can't be visible boo The last thing I need is lawsuits, all I did is call you Initiated first move, shorty that was all you I'm NOT tryna be ya man, pimp bones in my body Rock them body-hotty, rock them, like ladi-dadi Me and Kels on Ducatti's, wanna see you drop it shawty, oh weee! [Hook]3

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Smile

Scarface

[Intro: 2Pac] There's gon' be some stuff you gon' see That's gon' make it hard to smile in the future But through whatever you see Through all the rain and the pain You gotta keep your sense of humor You gotta be able to smile through all this bullshit Remember that! Mmm, yeah, keep ya head up! Yeah [Verse 1: 2Pac] Our lifestyles be close-captioned, addicted to fatal attractions Pictures of actions be played back in the midst of mashin' No fairy tales for this young black male Some see me stranded in this land of hell, jail, and crack sales Hustlers hardly think of culture Or the repercussions while bustin' on backstabbin' vultures Sellin' my soul for material wishes, fast cars, and bitches Wishin' I live my life a legend, immortalized in pictures Why shed tears? Save your sympathy My childhood years were spent buryin' my peers in the cemetary Here's a message to the newborns waitin' to breathe If you believe, then you can achieve: just look at me! Against all odds, though life is hard we carry on Livin' in the projects, broke with no lights on To all the seeds that follow me, protect your essence Born with less, but you still precious; just smile for me now! You might also like[Hook: Johnny P & (2Pac)] Smile for me, won't you smile? (Smile for me now) Just smile, smile for me (Smile) (What you lookin' all sad for? Nigga, you black, smile for me now) Smile for me (Nigga, you ain't got nothin' to be worried about) Won't you smile? (No doubt, smile for me now) Just smile (And the next generation) [Verse 2: Scarface] Now, as I open up my story, with the blaze of your blunts And you can picture thoughts slowly, up on phrases I wrote And I can walk you through the days that I done I often wish that I could save everyone, but I'm a dreamer Have you ever seen a nigga who was strong in the game Overlookin' his tomorrows, and they finally came? Look back on childhood memories, and I'm still feelin' the pain Turnin' circles in my life came to dealin' cocaine9th grade Too many hassles in my local life, survivin' the strain And a man without a focus, life could drive him insane Stuck inside a ghetto fantasy hopin' it change But when I focus on reality we broke and in chains Had a dream of livin' wealthy and makin' it big Over football chose to cook raw, wouldn't take but I did And after all my momma's thankin' God for blessin' the child All my momma gots to do now is collect it and smile; smile! [Hook: Johnny P] Smile for me, won't you smile? Just smile, smile for me Smile for me Won't you smile? Just smile [Verse 3: 2Pac] Fuck the world, as we unloading, witness furious speeds Unanswered questions keep us all stressin', curious G's Backstabbed and bleedin' Crooked thoughts laced with weed, learnin' Duckin' stray shots, bullets be hot, they burnin' Inhale the sherm smoke, visualize the flames Will I be smothered by my own pain? Strange whispers, cowards conversate, so quick to diss us Takin' pictures for the feds in desperate hopes they'd get us Hit us all, give us plenty centuries Forgive my sins, since I entered many penitentiaries The best revenge is "Fuck friends!" – we military minded soldiers Bustin' shots blindly, tryin' to find Jehovah To help me, somebody save me, lost and crazy Scared to drop a seed hopin' I ain't cursed my babies Maybe now niggas feel me now, picture my pain Embrace my words, make the world change And still I smile, nigga [Bridge: Scarface] And now a moment of silence, let us pray And as you journey into outerspace May the angels help to lead the way May the prayers that our families made Shine up on your soul to keep you safe And all the homies that done passed away They there to greet you as you pass the gates And as you headed to the tunnel's light I hope it leads to eternal life We say the prayers for our homie 'Pac [Hook: Johnny P] Smile, smile for me All you need to do is smile Woooo smile for me Come on, smile for me36

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ASAP

T.I.

[Verse 1: T.I.] I'm on my grind, Grand Hustle Got the mind and the muscle 50 carats in the crown just to shine on you suckas I still tote the Glock 40 for the haters and the bustas Fuck probation, if a nigga try to play me I'mma bust him I don't need no security, reaching for my jewelry Get you niggas popped quick, filled full of hot shit Fresh out the box Tip hopped in a drop 6 Made a quarter mil' in the pen givin' stock tips Haters wanna stop Tip, mad 'cus they not Tip Ball every summer so your baby mama jock Tip You don't no drama pimp, I promise I do not slip Chrome 4-5th, hid well if the cops trip Bought my girl a Hummer with the chrome right in front of dat 5 carat stones with the platinum all up under dat Rap beef I ain't gonna participate in none of dat I'm aimin' at your fitted cap and you ain't gonna want none of dat [Hook] (Asap asap asap...) A nigga try to play me, I'mma blow him off the map A-S-A-P Ask anbody who runnin' a G, bet they finna say me A-S-A-P Niggas hatin' on P.S.C. get straightened A-S-A-P A nigga try to play me, I'mma blow him off the map A-S-A-P See T.I. LiveGet tickets as low as $90You might also like[Verse 2: T.I.] I know a lot of rappers don't like me, but they won't fight me Feds swear I sell dope, well why they won't indict me? Advances on the throne, I ain't never take it lightly But all that tongue-wrestlin' hatin' while I'm gone don't excite me How many rappers you know that could hold they own on Rice Street East steady talkin' on the cell phone nightly Normal population, half the jail just like me Polices think I'm crazy, scared a nigga gon' strike me Contrarily, a nigga tryin' me is unlikely They barkin' don't bother me, I'll be bombin' 'fore they bite me They just shocked to see my rap's exactly how my life be Sheisty, with a conversation quite pricey My fist so rocky and and wrist so icey Might be, thrown off my rocker just slightly Feisty, flamin' hot temper don't ignite me I'm only gonna ask ya find the exit once politely [Hook] [Verse 3: T.I.] Flip, say hello to the land of the people My plan is to keep you at least 2, levels under me where I need you I'mma take advantage of my chance to defeat you Your true colors done shown, now it's on when I see you I'm grown nigga, so let it be know we ain't equal You sadly mistaken if you thinkin' I can't reach you Beat you, to a fuckin' pulp if I need to The very spot ya standin' in then is where I'll leave you Seen on the scene white tees and Evisu O.G. status, I don't beef unless I need to Sissy you way outta line and you runnin' outta time Hang behind closed do's when ya heard I got some time Yeah I know you were thinkin' outa sight and outa mind But I'm the wrong one for you to try if you were tryna shine Listen nigga this shit here is more than just a lotta rhymes I don't know what ya do for your respect, but I'ma die for mine [Hook]6

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Houstatlantavegas

Drake

[Verse 1] Hey there, pretty girl You know exactly what you got And I don't blame you at all You can't resist it Especially when the light's so bright And the money's so right And it's comin' in every single night She don't wanna leave She just stuck in [Chorus] Houstatlantavegas (Ayy), Houstatlantavegas (Ayy) Houstatlantavegas (Ayy), Houstatlanta, she just stuck in Houstatlantavegas (Ayy), Houstatlantavegas (Ayy) Houstatlantavegas (Ayy), Houstatlantavegas And she dance to the song And she dance to the song And it go, "Hey now, now, watch her go down" Oh, oh, oh [Verse 2] She doesn't ever worry If she wants it, she'll get it on her own She knows there's more to life And she's scared of ending up alone See Drake LiveGet tickets as low as $50You might also like[Pre-Chorus] Throw your ones up in the air Throw your ones up in the air for her Throw your ones up in the air ''Cause the ones you throw will get her out of [Chorus] Houstatlantavegas (Ayy), Houstatlantavegas (Ayy) Houstatlantavegas (Ayy), Houstatlanta, she just stuck in Houstatlantavegas (Ayy), Houstatlantavegas (Ayy) Houstatlantavegas (Ayy), Houstatlantavegas And she dance to the song And she dance to the song And it go, "Hey now, now, watch her go down" Oh, oh [Verse 3] We all got dreams and we all star reachin' All start peakin', all-star weekend One hotel room that all y'all sleep in Housekeeper knock to see if all y'all decent Young girls envy the life y'all leadin' Never satisfied with a nice calm evenin' You be at the games lookin' right all season But you always with me on the night y'all leavin' Ask Lo, ask Lo, I always request you You go get fucked up and we just show up at your rescue Carry you inside, get you some water and undress you I give you my all and the next morning you'll forget who Or why, or how, or when Tonight, it's prolly 'bout to happen all over again And she live in a mindset that I could never move to Until you find yourself, it's impossible to lose you Uh, because I never had you, although I would be glad to I'd probably go and tattoo your name on my heart I swear, I start to think that I'm going crazy [Pre-Chorus] Throw your ones up in the air Throw your ones up in the air for her Throw your ones up in the air 'Cause the ones you throw will get her out of [Chorus] Houstatlantavegas (Ayy), Houstatlantavegas (Ayy) Houstatlantavegas (Ayy), Houstatlanta, she just stuck in Houstatlantavegas (Ayy), Houstatlantavegas (Ayy) Houstatlantavegas (Ayy), Houstatlantavegas And she dance to the song And she dance to the song And it go, "Hey now, now, watch her go down" Oh, oh, oh34

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