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Shades

Wale

[Verse 1: Wale] Chip on my shoulder, big enough to feed Cambodia See, I never fit into they quotas Sneakers wasn’t fitting and my knees needed lotion Long before I knew the significance of a comb I roam like phone with no vocal reception Immigrant parents had me feeling like a step-kid And black Americans never did accept me That’s why I grab so much when I'm respected I never fit in with them light skins I felt the lighter they was, the better that they life is So I resented them and they resented me Cheated on light skin Dominique when we was seventeen I figure I'd hurt her, she evidently hurt me And all women who had light features, see I'd never let a light broad hurt me That’s why I strike first and the verse cuts deep [Chorus: Chrisette Michele] From a light-skinned girl to a dark-skinned brother Shade doesn’t matter, heart makes the lover Boy you’re so beautiful, boy you're so beautiful Shadee doesn’t matter, heart makes the lover Honey brown, caramel, coffee brown, chocolate Toffee, pecan, licorice, boy you're so beautiful See Wale LiveGet tickets as low as $128You might also like[Verse 2: Wale] Just another knotty-haired nigga Hoping Wes Snipes make my life a bit different In middle school I had to write to be timid I had beautiful words but girls never listened Listen; blacker the berry, sweeter the powder Well I'm fruit punch concentrate and they water Walk into my room thinking how to make moves Ain't thinking like a student but how Ice-T'd do it Light dudes had the girls looking there all year It’s not fair, the ones with the good hair Couldn’t adapt to naps, I wear caps They napped and slept on me, man, I hate black Skin tone I wish I could take it back Or rearrange my status maybe if I was khaki Associating light skin with classy The minstrel show showed a me that was not me [Chorus: Chrisette Michele] From a light-skinned girl to a dark-skinned brother Shade doesn’t matter, heart makes the lover Boy you’re so beautiful, boy you're so beautiful Shadee doesn’t matter, heart makes the lover Honey brown, caramel, coffee brown, chocolate Toffee, pecan, licorice, boy you're so beautiful [Verse 3: Wale] They say "black is beautiful," but ask them beautiful Light girls if it's black they attract to usually What if Barack's skin was all black, truthfully Would he be a candidate or just a blackened community? We as black dudes tend to lack unity And them blacker girls ain't on the tube usually Right now at 23 I ain't mad at them reds no more But for long time I had gone cold Blindfolded my own insecurity was holding me back To reds, I ain't know how to act They would get the cold shoulder and know it was an act A defense mechanism, what I thought that I lacked Confidence [Chorus: Chrisette Michele] From a light-skinned girl to a dark-skinned brother Shade doesn’t matter, heart makes the lover Boy you’re so beautiful, boy you're so beautiful Shadee doesn’t matter, heart makes the lover Honey brown, caramel, coffee brown, chocolate Toffee, pecan, licorice, boy you're so beautiful5

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The Kramer

Wale

[Intro: Michael Richards] Shut up! 50 years ago, they'd have you upside down with a fucking fork up your ass! You can talk, you can talk, you can talk, you're brave now, motherfucker! Throw his ass out. He's a nigga! He's a nigga! He's a nigga! A nigga, look, there's a nigga! [Verse 1: Wale] The color of my skin, content of my character Dream of a King's been a nightmare for anyone White with a badge or anyone Slightly affected by the tide to this race that I'm running in Pardon me, y'all, the racists I run against The race war, when it's us against all of them They subconsciously low talk us And probably all think as Kramer did still but won't talk it And first off, I ain't trying to be conscious Speaking heart with a conscious, talking to you This dark content for those of dark complexion Who's x-ed off rip, who gon' listen to us? Who gon' speak for us? Who gon' plead for us? Who gon' be the Head N.I.C. for us? Who gon' defend us from crooked police on us? I'm just an insecure N.I.G. er [Break: Wale] Please listen to me, please listen to me Please listen to me, N.I.G. er Please listen to me, who gon' listen to me? Who gon' listen to me, N.I.G. er Listen to me, who gon' listen to me? Who gon' listen to me, N.I.G. er Who gon' listen to me, who gon' listen to me? Who gon' listen to me, N.I.G See Wale LiveGet tickets as low as $128You might also like[Verse 2: Wale] Hey, and P say that I should stop saying "nigga" But if I did, what would be the difference? I'd still be a nigga, he'd still be a nigga in his feelings I'd still be a nigga with no deal tryna get one There'd still be niggas out killing And still be white people still out to get us And still be niggas saying whites tryna get us And still be lazy and paranoid niggas I'm paramount, nigga, I am, and you can't be mad 'Cause I choose the word "nigga," lemme air it out, nigga "Nigga" ain't bad, see, niggas just had A clever idea to take something they said Into something we have, something we flipped Into something with swag, nigga, don't be mad Bitches ain't shit, but women ain't bitches See, women are the queens, and bitches just bitches And bitches say "bitch" like bitch is not offensive When niggas say "bitch," all of the sudden, they offended A nigga say "nigga" to a nigga A nigga write "nigga" in a lyric Expect the white boy to omit it The white boy spit it like he spit it Recite it to his friends who, by the way, ain't niggas And say "Nigga, nigga, nigga, my favorite rapper did it" And non-nigga friends got it with him Incorporate this lyric to their everyday living Until a Black friend kinda hear it, just a tidbit He thinks "Aw, forget it, it's so insignificant and little" The white boy sees this as a clearance Now it's, "Nigga, nigga, nigga," every single day And that little nigga-nigga, think it's okay And he's the only nigga in this particular grade And it begins to faze him more each day The things they say went a little too far He couldn't tell the difference between a "-a" or "-er" So they just keep going, saying "nigga" in his face There's nothing he can do, he let it get away It came to the point he couldn't look 'em in the face The mirror made him hurl, his reflection disgraceful Yeah, and make sure everything you say Can't be held against you in any kind of way And any connotation is viewed many ways 'Cause under every nigga, there's a little bit of Kramer Self-hatred, I hate you And myself Niggas! [Outro: Michael Richards] Uh, I lost my temper onstage, I was at, uh, a comedy club trying to, um, do my act... And I got heckled and I, I, I took it badly and went into a... a rage... And uh, uh... said some pretty, uh... nasty things to some Afro-Americans, a lot of trash talk... For this to happen, for me to be in a comedy club and flip out and say this crap, you know, I'm... I'm deeply, deeply sorry1

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American Dream

Big L

[Intro: McGruff] Mm, check it, yo [Verse 1: McGruff] Crooked, corrupt, criminal crime boss with cream Cocaine hustler, blowin' out the brains of busters Be in my mansion, chillin', inhalin' the ganja smoke Counting mad cream, weighin' tons of coke Guarded by thugs and Rottweilers I flood the streets with drugs and clock dollars Niggas get plugged when my Glock hollers Skunk smoker, Philly and Owl ripper Cristal sipper, I've been a willy for a while, nigga 'Gruff got hoes, the man with all the nachos Expensive hot clothes, drop top Rolls East coast, West coast, fiends overdose 'Gruff get the cream with my team and I'm ghost [Verse 2: Ma$e] This money be temptin' me, to jump out the MPV Empty three clips of hollow tips with no sympathy Since fourteen, I sold morphine for more green Kept dope in a Nautica coat under the drawstring And watched out for cops, squad cars, and Beemers And laundry ninas, flee the country to Argentina Laid back in the beach, yeah, coastin' with commuters Smokin' the buddahs on the cruise line boat to Aruba For a while, yo; pump the vowel so I can pile dough Then become a Harlem kingpin just like Alpo Get paid so I can lay low in San Diego With yayo and ship it out whenever I say so You might also like[Chorus] Yo! Makin' this money is the American Dream East Coast to West Coast, you know what I mean Whether it's Uptown, Downtown; you pick the scene You gots to get your own scheme We ain't splittin' this cream [Verse 3: Cam'ron] Yo! I'ma run hysterically, 'til they bury me Count numerically, hills of Beverly More grands than Cherokee; president like Eric B. and Rakim Drug game, I'm top ten; locked in, right now is not a option And those who creep got the Mac and the heat They got the five-inch screens in the back of the seat And now they got this daddy braggin' Last year had me saggin', wasn't ready When Heavy was back and, tossed me in the paddywagon But ain't nobody out here stoppin' love 'Cause we was twelve years old in the Cotton Club, poppin' bub' So all the fame without the fortune; goddamn, you wrong Killa kid Cam-e-ron surviving in the Amazon [Verse 4: BloodShed] Yo! I leave you dazed and froze with all kinds of amazing flows Money surrounded, I counted while bathing with Asian hoes Back home niggas is after me, I'm back to sea, sippin' daquiris Coke factory, fiends baggin' up crack for me, from Cutting up rocks to investing in stocks Nautica yachts, and knots busting outta my socks Now that Bloods play the chubby All the ladies love me, they hate who made me hubby Behind my back they say my baby's ugly Each night I sleep,with freaks with Lamborghini Jeeps Neighbours be sneaking peeks At how my semen leaks between the sheets Mess up my loot, I cut your collars, Juan Cause these is modern times And the only thing I see is dollar signs [Chorus] Yo! Makin' this money is the American Dream East Coast to West Coast, you know what I mean Whether it's Uptown, Downtown; you pick the scene You gots to get your own scheme We ain't splittin' this cream [Verse 5: Big L] Check it! To be seen clean in the mean Beam Is every team's dream; Big L's a cream fiend With more green than Springsteen You know I'm crazy quick to smack a groupie I'm known to mack a hoochie Do I got stacks of lucci? (Absolutely!) Harlem kids is known for felonies and sellin' keys Pushin 300Z's, GS3's, and puffin' trees These G's breeze while DTs be yellin, "Freeze!" We stash cheese and keep a pocket full of centuries Ayo, I'm set for the rest of my life Some clown that laid the threat cause I had sex with his wife I stuck my tool to his brain, said "Act a fool and get slain” Nigga, yo' bitch chose me, you know the rules to the game [Chorus] Yo! Makin' this money is the American Dream East Coast to West Coast, you know what I mean Whether it's Uptown, Downtown; you pick the scene You gots to get your own scheme We ain't splittin' this cream [Outro] Yea What? Harlem on the Rise BloodShed, Killa Kam Six Figures, Cee-O-Cee, Chuck Blassie My Man man Ma$e, the Bad Boy Uptown, McGruff Big L, 139, NFL, 1408

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Put You On Game

Lupe Fiasco

[Intro] Let me put you on game Let me put you on game [Verse: Lupe Fiasco] Don't you know that I run this place? And I've begun this race, must I rerun this pace? I'm the reason it's become this way And their love for it is the reason I have become this praised (Let me put you on game) As they love my darkness, I make them heartless And in return they have become my martyrs I've been in the poem of many a poet And I reside in the art of many a artist (Let me put you on game) Some of your smartest have tried to articulate My whole part in this, but they're fruitless in their harvest The dro grows from my footsteps I'm the one that they follow, I am the one that they march with (Let me put you on game) Through the back alleys and the black markets The Oval offices, crack houses, and apartments Through the mazes of the queens The pages of the sages and the chambers of the kings (Let me put you on game) Through the veinses of the fiends A paper chaser's pager, yo, I'm famous on the scene One of the oldest, most ancientest things Speak every single language on the planet, ya'n mean? (Let me put you on game) I am the American dream The rape of Africa, the undying machine The overpriced medicine, the murderous regime The tough guy's front and the one behind the scenes (Let me put you on game) I am the blood of this city, its gas, water, and electricity I'm its gym, and its math, and its history The gunshots in the class And you can't pass if you missin', G I taught them better than that I taught them aim for the head and hope they never come back I'm glad your daddy's gone, baby, hope he never comes back I hope he's with your mother with my hustlers high in my traps (Let me put you on game) I hope you die in his trash I can't help it, all I hear when you crying is laughs I'm sure somebody find you tied up in this bag Behind the hospital, little baby crack addicts had (Let me put you on game) Then maybe you can grow up and be a stripper A welfare-receiving prostitute and gold digger You can watch on TV how they should properly depict you The rivers shall flow with liquor, quench your thirst on my elixirs (Let me put you on game) I am the safe haven for the rebel runaway and the resistor The trusted misleader, the number one defender And from a throne of their bones I rule These fools are my fuel, so I make them cool (Let me put you on game) Baptize them in the water out of Scarface pool And feed them from the table that held Corleone's food If you die, tell them that you played my game I hope your bullet holes become mouths that say my name Cause I'm the—You might also like18

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The Cool

Lupe Fiasco

[Produced by Kanye West] [Intro] Yeah Yeah "The Cool" Turn me up, uh-huh, yeah [Verse 1] He came back in the same suit that he was buried in Similar to the one his grandfather was married in Yes, he was still fresh-to-death Bling, two earrings, a chain layin' on his chest He still had it 'cause they couldn't find it And the bullets from his enemies sat, like, two inches behind it Smelled the Hennessy from when his niggas got reminded And poured out liquor in his memory; he didn't mind it, but— He couldn't sip it fast enough So, the liquor was just fillin' the casket up Floatin' down by his feet was the letter from his sister Second-grade handwriting simply read, "I miss ya" Suit jacket pocket held his baby daughter's picture Right next to it, one of his mans stuck a Swisher He had a notion as he laid there soakin' He saw that the latch was broken, he kicked his casket open And he... You might also like[Hook] This life goes passing you by It might go fast if you lie You born, you live, then you die Oh-oh-oh-oh If life goes passing you by Don't cry If you're breaking the rules, making your moves (Yeah) Paying your dues (Uh-huh), chasing the cool [Verse 2] Not at all nervous as he dug to the surface Tarnished gold chain is what he loosened up the earth with He used his mouth as a shovel to try and hollow it And when he couldn't dirt-spit, he swallowed it Working like a... hmm... reverse archaeologist Except his buried treasure was sunshine So when some shined through a hole that he had drove It reflected off the gold and almost made son blind He grabbed onto some grass and climbed Pulled hisself up out of his own grave and looked at the time On the watch that had stopped six months after the shots That'd got him in the box; wringing Henny out his socks Figured it was hours because he wasn't older Used some flowers to brush the dirt up off his shoulder So, with a right hand that was all bones And no reason to stay, he decided to walk home So he... [Hook] This life goes passing you by It might go fast if you lie (Yeah) You born, you live, then you die Oh-oh-oh-oh If life goes passing you by Don't cry (Ugh) If you're breaking the rules (Yeah), making your moves (Ugh) Paying your dues (Ugh), chasing the cool [Verse 3] He begged for some change to get him on the train "Damn, that nigga stank" is what they complained Tried to light the blunt, but it burst into flames Caught the reflection in the window of what he became A long look; wasn't shook, wasn't ashamed Matter-fact, only thing on his brain was brains Yeah, and gettin' back in his lane Doin' his thing—first, he had to find somethin' to sling Next stop was his block; it had the same cops Walked right past the same spot where he was shot Shocked that some lil' niggas tried to sell him rocks It just felt weird, being on the opposite They figured that he wasn't from there, so they pulled out And robbed him with the same gun they shot him with Put it to his head and said, "You're scared, ain't you?" He said, "Hustler for death, no heaven for a gangster" And... [Hook] This life goes passing you by It might go fast if you lie (Ugh) You born, you live, then you die (Ugh) Oh-oh-oh-oh If life goes passing you by Don't cry If you're breaking the rules, making your moves Paying your dues, chasing the cool [Outro] Yeah Ugh The Cool!22

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Gotta Eat

Lupe Fiasco

[Intro] I swear, if I see this nigga, I'mma kill him I'm, going, to kill, him So! Make a nigga suffer You know what I'm saying? [Chorus] My man said life ain't easy When niggas gotta eat, that's when shit get greasy Streets be all like "Feed me, feed me" When niggas gotta eat, that's when shit get greasy My man said life ain't easy When niggas gotta eat, that's when shit get greasy Streets be all like "Feed me, feed me" When niggas gotta eat, that's when shit get greasy My man said life ain't easy When niggas gotta eat, that's when shit get greasy [Verse 1] Hey, he had a whole lot of cheese Plus he was a mack, had a whole lot of steez Made a lot of niggas fat, gave a whole lot of Gs Grams, man, he had a whole lot of these And he would let you hold, like, a whole lot of ki's Even if you lose some, he would give you new ones Twice the bread, it's like he had two buns And he had a whole lot of seeds Even his kids had meals for reals Some rich small fries wrapped in paper since they was lil Catch up, nigga You might also like[Chorus] My man said life ain't easy When niggas gotta eat, that's when shit get greasy Streets be all like, "Feed me, feed me" When niggas gotta eat, that's when shit get greasy My man said life ain't easy When niggas gotta eat, that's when shit get greasy [Verse 2] He was a heart breaker And a law shaker If it was about caking, he was a partaker International, he would take trips Bon voyage, that's how hard he was fishing for the chips So greedy, never gave to the needy, that's what some say The way he shunned all the bums hanging in the subways He called 'em fruits and laughed at 'em Delivery man, on the pick-up Drive through and throw a bag at 'em And it was hard to understand him sometimes Making a killing, the way he had 'em standing in line Like [Chorus] My man said life ain't easy When niggas gotta eat, that's when shit get greasy Streets be all like, "Feed me, feed me" When niggas gotta eat, that's when shit get greasy My man said life ain't easy When niggas gotta eat, that's when shit get greasy [Verse 3] Lovers call him King, haters call him Clown He would say "Bite me, that's the way it's going down" He was having thoughts that maybe he should retire Went to Church on a Sunday and saw a deep Friar Said he had beef and people want him dead He loved the hungry ones, was only scared of the Feds He lived the fast life, couldn't get his path right The Friar just told him 'bout the Hooters that he had last night "Turn yourself in to the paddy wagon", said "No" Bacon wouldn't take him, had the Pigs on the payroll [Chorus] My man said life ain't easy When niggas gotta eat, that's when shit get greasy Streets be all like, "Feed me, feed me" When niggas gotta eat, that's when shit get greasy My man said life ain't easy When niggas gotta eat, that's when shit get greasy [Outro] To be continued on another menu, ya dig? Will he give up his life of crime or will he stay? This and other adventures on Lupe Fiasco's next album, L.U.P.E.N.D.... Yezzir! (Yo... So stupid) My man said life ain't easy When niggas gotta eat, that's when shit get greasy Hey15

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Streets on Fire

Lupe Fiasco

[Intro: Matthew Santos & Lupe Fiasco] Tonight, tonight, tonight The stars are aligned, and the planets colliding The plan is arriving, and she's out there smiling The fear is upon us, the skies tried to warn us The parents are goners, no children to mourn us It's driving me crazy, this war is my lady We've lost all our babies, and God is amazing The tick of the timer, the slip of the rhymer The pimp and the riser Your cross, there you'll find her Hey, hey [Chorus: Matthew Santos] Death is on the tip of her tongue and Danger's at the tip of her fingers Streets are on fire tonight Death is on the tip of her tongue and Danger's at the tip of her fingers Streets are on fire tonight [Verse 1: Lupe Fiasco] Disease, the virus is spreading in all directions No safe zone no cure and no protection No symptoms define the signs of an infection No vaccines, remedies, and no corrections Quarantine the dreams and seal off the connections Don't let them in, not a friend, not a reflection Everybody's got it and want you to have it next and Don't accept them if you want to stay as an exception No pill can heal the ill of this Sickness, some are still in doubt of its existence Some call it forgiveness and some call it the vengeance Some say it's an exit and some say it's an entrance The poor say the rich have the cure The rich say the poor are the source Revolutionaries say it's psychological war Invented by the press, just to have something to report Some say the first case came from a maternity ward Some say a morgue, some say the skies, some say the floors Whores say the nuns, nuns say the whores And everybody is sure The scientist say it only affects the mind The little boy said it only affects the girls The preacher man said it's going to kill off the soul A bum said it's gonna kill the whole wide world You might also like[Chorus: Matthew Santos] Death is on the tip of her tongue and Danger's at the tip of her fingers Streets are on fire tonight Death is on the tip of her tongue and Danger's at the tip of her fingers Streets are on fire tonight [Verse 2: Lupe Fiasco] "Believe!", so say the neon signs by the Loudspeakers repeating that everything is fine; A subtle solace to demolish the troubled conscience Of a populace with no knowledge and every freedom denied Every dream is designed and broadcasted From the masters to the masses From the antennas on the top of the shrines Refine the receiver and plant it During the panic and short it, it reports back Everything in your mind, everything is lying Everything is dying, everything is a rule Everything is a crime, everything was here then Everything rewind the new Weather burned the feathers off everything flying (And she likes it, and she loves it) The sadness, the madness, the bad shit The lavish, the fastest, the clashes, the ashes to ashes Everything intertwined My femme fatale my darling fraudulent angel Once caught her changing the batteries in her halo Receipt for her wings and everything that she paid for And the address to the factory where they made those Scientist said she's all inside my mind The little boy said "What happened to all the girls?" The preacher man said "She's going to kill off your soul." The dope boy said "It's the whole wide world." [Chorus: Matthew Santos] Death is on the tip of her tongue and Danger's at the tip of her fingers Streets are on fire tonight Death is on the tip of her tongue and Danger's at the tip of her fingers Streets are on fire tonight13

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Three Sides to a Story

Joe Budden

[Verse 1: Joe Budden as Derrick] My name's Derrick, I'm from Queens right there on Merrick Raised of honesty, loyalty, good merits Got a lil' sister and my pops just perished And I just came home so my freedom I really cherish Young when they bagged me, seven in the can is torture And I just did that for manslaughter Odds was against me, murder in the second degree Made it less cuz I gave 'em a plea That's the past, now a dude home tryna clean up his past When all niggas know me for is the past And my mind's always thinking how to pocket some cash They know if something ever sparked it'll cock it and blast Now I'm tryna live straight and get my act together But my moms struggling, she putting scraps together Long time ago, when I wasn't home she was cleaning my room Cried when she found a gat in the dresser Says no child of her's woulda had dat, never! But with all the dirt I was doing I felt like I had to protect her, I had to protect us 'Stead of me sellin' crack forever She rather me in ShopRite, getting bags together Past endeavors, won't allow me to get work Forced me to get work On apps they ask if you ever been to jail, like if I say yes you'll hire me NIGGA DON'T LIE TO ME! I gotta lil sister that's nine Plus moms is chillin', wit some new dude I think she feeling But he don't help with the bills and I'm back on the strip So we don't go broke, I'm back to this hammer that I have to tote Stash ya kno, I'm killin' em, only nigga on the Ave. with coke Only man in the house, I gotta bring in cash And those two checks a month that mom get don't last Lil Sally's real young, she developing fast Oh, you thinking the same thing, it's a hell of a task Then it clicked me, plain clothes, cops came to get me But knew that I had mine on threaten to hit me And I moved swiftly, said they had a warrant They knew about it all they said they had an informant I'm back in this caged up cell With the apes in jail, now I'm back in this eight by twelve See I tried to live right But society ain't made for niggas to live right Mommy just write Mommy make sure Sally keep her shit tight And I'll be home real soon, don't cry, it's aiight You might also like[Chorus: Joe Budden] I know it might seem like it's all good But this is what it's like in the hood I rep my set like you should But this is what it's like in the hood I know it might seem like it's all good But this is what it's like in the hood I rep my set like you should But this is what it's like in the hood [Verse 2: Joe Budden as Sally] My names Sally, and I'm from Queens I'm not happy Dad passed away, moms remarried I gotta big bro, but he's in jail Moms said for some things that he used to sell And I'm always with step-dad, his names Beau And theres some things about him that my mom don't know And he says if I tell that it won't be pretty And I'm really scared of em, he's already hit me He touches me places I don't like it And I ain't talking bout a hug or goodbye kiss I mean touch me places that's private And he don't just touch he put summin inside it He says the more he does that, I'll start to like it Hand over my mouth so I'm quiet Moms only wit 'em cuz our money is low I'm sixteen but I'm shaped like a twenty year old And my moms in love so she makes excuses But she looks at me and sees scrapes and bruises Why step daddy gotta take me thru this Help, somebody, I'm getting raped I can't do this Nobody understands I'm weary Get goosebumps anytime a man come near me Know how it feel to have a man use you for a cushion All the while moaning and pushin You try to push him, he's getting bothered You yell and you scream but he starts going harder Trust me, it's summin you don't wanna be apart of Cuz even when it's over, your life, it'll scar ya Visit my bro, he can tell I'm sad Staring hard at my stomach he can tell I'm fat He can tell I'm mad But step daddy touched me, fucked me, you think that I can tell him that? Beau called the cops on him, could I tell him that? Yep, thought you'd agree so I keep it all to me Baby on the way, and I'm not working And I kno it's his cause I used to be a virgin Derrick says he'll handle it, wipe my tears He don't know, this is what it's like for years And it falls on def ears Damn mommy please come home, please mommy don't leave us alone Some secrets are hard to keep Some secrets make it hard to sleep And sleep is the only time I feel safe Still the act haunts me, and I know I'ma wake up with step daddy on me [Chorus: Joe Budden] I know it might seem like it's all good But this is what it's like in the hood I rep my set like you should But this is what it's like in the hood I know it might seem like it's all good But this is what it's like in the hood I rep my set like you should But this is what it's like in the hood [Verse 3: Joe Budden as Beau] My names Beau, gotta chick named Pam that I live with But she's always in church, real religious I hadda son he was young he was gifted Til a nigga killed him a week before Christmas Three shots close range with a handgun I knew before I met Pam that it was Pam's son I knew when I pulled the Mill out harder And went on a manhunt just to kill they father Derrick and my boy hadda mutual friend That put me on doing what I gotta do for revenge Derricks coming home now, and he's gonna get it And I kno he'll be lookin for me with a biscuit Not hard to find, got them TECs in handy, and I'm in his house having sex with him family I got his mom on the bed and the canopy And I'm with his sister molesting her candy Now he know it all His friend probably told em, and you can't hide nothing in a hood so small [Verse 3 (Continued): Joe Budden as the Narrator] But then it came Sunday, Beau ain't hafta work Just humped on Sally, Pam's in church Derrick bust in, Beau just froze White shit on his nose, Sally getting her clothes Screams, "Get ready for your funeral Beau" And then he reach to his hip and let a few of 'em go Cause he's packin but Sally starts gaspin Holdin her stomach, I guess she started having contractions Beau grabbed his, now they both got heat Just gunnin, both ignoring the seed that's coming Now Sally's in the crossfire, screams out stop Holes in the wall, now the scenes getting hot Next 30 seconds on the scene is the cops Yellow tape up, now the scenes getting blocked Barricades up, yep, you already kno y'all Ambulance there, streets full of patrol cars Cops on the mega phone, "come down now" But it all calmed down somehow Beau comes out, hands showing, carrying his arms Derrick comes down, little Sally in his arms Yep, nuttin to say, she was hit by a stray Nope! Shots done ricochet, cops take him away And now some niggas miss em But it wasn't the guns that killed Sally, nah it was the dumb niggas wit em When we gonna learn to treat our people sacred There's some type of way kid, we're all related When we gonna grow and get rid of the hatred Cuz this shit happens on a regular basis, this shit happens on a regular basis This type of shit happens everyday kid [Chorus: Joe Budden] I know it might seem like it's all good But this is what it's like in the hood I rep my set like you should But this is what it's like in the hood I know it might seem like it's all good But this is what it's like in the hood I rep my set like you should But this is what it's like in the hood3

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The Eyes of the TIger

Wale

Thinkin' with my dick, my head in the clouds Should have avoided my temptation instead of my vows Now I may suffer my forever shit wit Elin Let's put this shit to bed before this message gets the L-O And if she catch me slippin' The media gon' trip, And I got shit to do on T.V Keep me clean, don't do no snitchin And I'mma hold you down forever and appreciate the effort And ya pussy was amazing but it ain't worth a couple million C'mon girl Don't be wrong girl I hope you not rattin' out to get on girl See my whole life I been winnin' So the right to have these women, I'm entitled to their interest Yeah I'm at 'em And this a vicious battle that I'm havin' But an addict yes I am, butIshould act more like an adult It knows me It controls me And I'm still hurtin over pops It consoles me Okay my stories ain't addin' up But Elon don't got no proof And hell if I'm gon tell him, now shut up and play it cool I love what the ladies do But I love my babies too And I have forsaken my marriage, now she gon take me for loot Look in the mirror What do I really need Is it the money or my marriage or media peace Life's fuckin' wit me Once the message released She found out and tried to treat my head like a tee BITCH! See Wale LiveGet tickets as low as $128You might also like(Seinfield Skit) Shit Embarrassments an understatement As I annihilate the very thing that once was sacred See my desire for the lust, fucked up what was love Street fighter ho, she had that Tiger upper cut Now they comin out the woodworks snitchin' on me Once Mr. Woods was all good, Now a nigga only You see now that nigga lonely And losin all his money Still hear that laughin' under breath while the Orlando police See that's insult to injury Now I'm losin everything as they began the lynch in me Turnin on ESPN you see they got it in for me And they won't stop until they got my legacy in infamy Infamy can't deal wit it She gon get the mils for this Don't root for me They boo for me And cheer for Phillip Nickleson Vijay Singh and all of them They gon stop acknowlegin' Have they all forgot who made this golf shit hot again Shit, How quickly they turn on a nigga Yet, it is forever and a day to forgive and forget one I'm forever a nigga Guess when I knew the verdict I thought of Bill Clinton I looked at Roethlisberger As the politics surface, I ain't hardly workin' I'm gettin help for this addiction, now golf ain't important But I'm sorry for the damage I have done For all the pedicures I've given to their camel toes they bring I know I'm wrong now Can we get along now? Would I stay with her, or separate or move along now Okay you wrong now We don't get along now Three quarter bills later Maybe guess you get it all now2

Hip-Hop

Dirt Off Your Shoulder

JAY-Z

[Produced by Timbaland] [Intro] You're now tuned into the muh'fuckin' greatest! (Ugh, ugh, uh-huh-uh-huh, ugh) (Jigga, uh-huh-uh, uh-uh) Turn the music up in the headphones (Jigga) (Uh-huh-uh, Jigga, uh-uh, uh-uh, ugh) Tim, you can go on and brush your shoulders off, nigga I got you (Ugh, ch-ch, ugh, ugh, Jigga) Ugh, yeah [Chorus] If you feelin' like a pimp, nigga, go on—brush your shoulders off Ladies is pimps, too; go on—brush your shoulders off Niggas is crazy, baby; don't forget that boy told you Get that dirt off your shoulder [Verse 1] I probably owe it to y'all, prolly be locked by the force Tryna hustle some things that go with the Porsche Feelin' no remorse, feelin' like my hand was forced Middle finger to the law, nigga, grippin' my balls Said, the ladies, they love me — from the bleachers, they screamin' All the ballers is bouncin' — they like the way I be leanin' All the rappers be hatin' off the track that I'm makin' But all the hustlers — they love it just to see one of us make it Came from the bottom of the bottom to the "Top of the Pops" Nigga, London (Woo), Japan (Woo), and I'm straight off the block Like a running back — get it, man? I'm straight off the block I can run it back, nigga, ‘cause I'm straight with the Roc You might also like[Chorus] If you feelin' like a pimp, nigga, go on — brush your shoulders off Ladies is pimps, too; go on — brush your shoulders off Niggas is crazy, baby; don't forget that boy told you Get that dirt off your shoulder You gotta get (Get) that (That) dirt off your shoulder You gotta get (Get) that (That) dirt off your shoulder You gotta get (Get) that (That) dirt off your shoulder You gotta get (Get) that (That) dirt off your shoulder [Verse 2] Your homie Hov' in position, in the kitchen with soda I just whipped up a watch, tryna get me a Rover (Woo) Tryna stretch out the coca, like a wrestler, yessir Keep the heckler close — you know them smokers'll test you But, like, 52 cards went out — I'm through dealin' Now, 52 bars come out — now, you feel 'em Now, 52 cars roll out; remove ceiling in case 52 broads come out Now, you chillin' with a boss, bitch, of course; "S.C." on the sleeve At the 40/40 club, ESPN on the screen I paid a grip for the jeans (Woo), plus, the slippers is clean (Woo) No chrome on the wheels (Woo), I'm a grown-up for real, chyeah! [Chorus] If you feelin' like a pimp, nigga, go on — brush your shoulders off Ladies is pimps, too; go on — brush your shoulders off Niggas is crazy, baby; don't forget that boy told you Get that dirt off your shoulder You gotta get (Get) that (That) dirt off your shoulder You gotta get (Get) that (That) dirt off your shoulder You gotta get (Get) that (That) dirt off your shoulder You gotta get (Get) that (That) dirt off your shoulder [Verse 3] Your boy back in the building; Brooklyn, we back on the map Me and my beautiful bee-itch in the back of that 'Bach I'm the realest that run it, I just happen to rap I ain't gotta clap at 'em — niggas scared of that black I drop that Black Album, then I back out it As the best rapper alive — nigga, ask 'bout me From bricks to Billboards, from grams to Grammys From O's to opposite Orphan Annie You gotta pardon Jay for sellin' out the Garden in a day I'm like a young Marvin in his hey' I'm a hustler, homie; you a customer, crony Got some dirt on my shoulder — could you brush it off for me? [Chorus] If you feelin' like a pimp, nigga, go on — brush your shoulders off Ladies is pimps, too; go on — brush your shoulders off Niggas is crazy, baby; don't forget that boy told you Get that dirt off your shoulder You gotta get (Get) that (That) dirt off your shoulder You gotta get (Get) that (That) dirt off your shoulder You gotta get (Get) that (That) dirt off your shoulder You gotta get (Get) that (That) dirt off your shoulder [Outro] You're now tuned into the muh'fuckin' greatest! Best rapper alive Best rapper alive29

Hip-HopRap

Paris, Tokyo

Lupe Fiasco

[Intro] I know, I know but I gotta get up outta here, you know? I gotta go pay these bills, I got a show to do, you know? One time, for your mind [Chorus] Let's go to sleep in Paris Wake up in Tokyo Have a dream in New Orleans Fall in love in Chicago, man Wherever I go she go [Verse 1] I love her, and I hate to leave her lonely Ring-ring went the iPhone, it was my homie He said, "Let's hit Japan, if we can make 'em jam We can make a hundred grand, spend it in the south of France" Nothing further; I jumped, grabbed my Goyard trunk Got ready to walk it out like Unk in my John Lennon Chucks That's when I heard murder "You're killing me, you're filling me with sorrow Sunrise, goodbyes, and missing you tomorrows" I turn to see my dream, love supreme queen Meanest thing on the scene cry I drop my bags in a flash, that's faster Than 180 on that dash, shirt to dry her tears And wipe the rain from my dear like Dasher You's the dame who's the username to all my passwords The reason I get fly is Ibn Jasper I even keep your picture in my passport Love, love You might also like[Chorus] Let's go to sleep in Paris Wake up in Tokyo Have a dream in New Orleans Fall in love in Chicago, man Then we can land in the motherland Camel-back across the desert sand And take a train, to Rome, or home Brazil, for real Wherever I go she goes Wherever I go she goes [Verse 2] So let's keep it real, all in together, "Free Chill" Tell the stewardess to throw a movie on the reel Heat up my kosher meal, exchange my dollar bills Lean back in my first class seat and sleep Don't wake me 'til I land Where they barely understand what I speak But they nod to my beats I tell my fans who I am and they stand And they clap, they applaud, they love me, my God Otsukaresama deshita, or maybe au revoir A spree on Saint-Honoré, then back to Charles de Gaulle So I can get home and tell her everywhere that I been, and Everything that I done, and Tell her that she's the one, and, umm [Chorus] Let's go to sleep in Paris Wake up in Tokyo Have a dream in New Orleans Fall in love in Chicago, man Then we can land in the motherland Camel-back across the desert sand And take a train, to Rome, or home Brazil, for real Wherever I go she goes Wherever I go she goes [Verse 3] Guess who's back in the house With a bunch of souvenirs and a smile for your mouth I really missed you, each and every night I kissed you In my dreams 'fore I went to sleep To la-la land to count them sheep I swear you're looking prettier than ever It's got to be a prophecy for us to stay together, evermore For better or, less or poor Or worth our weight in buried treasure, X's on the shore I know my world tour's like war to you But Ian said, "Aloha", and Harley said, "Cheers" Julian said, "Bonjour", Big O was like, "Yeah!" Amanda and Le Messie want to know when we going there Edison sends his love, so does the rest of the club Of the international playboys and playgirls But I revoke my membership, all for My Tenderness She said, "Pursue your interests 'cause even if I'm ticketless I'll be there, by your side In your heart, and on your mind" So, as I taxi down another runway I gotcha, who loves you bae Now bring it back now [Chorus] Let's go to sleep in Paris Wake up in Tokyo Have a dream in New Orleans Fall in love in Chicago, man Then we can land in the motherland Camel-back across the desert sand And take a train, to Rome, or home Brazil, for real Wherever I go she goes Wherever I go she goes Wherever I go she goes Wherever I go she goes24

Hip-HopRap

Blow Up

J. Cole

[Intro] La, la la la, la la la [Chorus] Hey, this is a song for my haters Yeah, y'all got me feeling like the greatest, yeah Hey, this is a song for my haters Hey, hey, y'all got me feeling like the greatest Ha, bitch I'm about to blow up [Bridge] Uh-huh, say what? Bitch I'm about to blow up Hey, I came up, I warmed up, the next up Bitch I'm about to blow up [Verse 1] Huh, uh, now don’t it sound legendary? Live enough to resurrect the dead and buried This for niggas who ain't satisfied with secondary This for my sisters who ain't satisfied with secretary Uh, I’m blowing up, and bitch, I’m still me But what's the cost to live your dream, do you feel me? Everything glittering ain't what you think it will be Funny how money, chains and whips make me feel free I’m starring in this bitch, and yeah, I write the show Fuck the haters, I’m headed to the place you like to go They say, "What you fighting for?" The game is on life support And Gary Coleman just passed, life is short You might also like[Pre-Chorus] Bitch I’m about to blow up Look I’m about to blow up Yeah, got to the club early Just to get in free and wait for hoes to show up Heh, but now it's bottles at them tables Bring the models boy, I'm 'bout to pour up Uh-huh, you know what? Huh, bitch I’m about to blow up (La) Left side, left side, hey (La la la) Right side, right side, uh-huh (La la la) Left side, left side, hey (La la la) Bitch I'm about to blow up (La la la) [Hook] Hey, this is a song for my haters (Bitch I'm about to blow up) Yeah, y'all got me feeling like the greatest, yeah (Ha, said I'm about to blow up) Hey, this is a song for my haters (Uh-huh, bitch I'm about to blow up) Hey, hey, y'all got me feeling like the greatest, yeah Bitch I’m about to blow up [Verse 2] Mama say I should reconsider law school That means I wear a suit and bend the truth and feel awful Hell naw, got a degree, but what that cost you? You make a good salary just to pay Sallie Mae That's real as ever, ducking bill collectors like Jehovah’s witness When they showed up at your door at Christmas Was broke as dishes, tryna let it go Hit the club, she drop it low, lower than my credit score Account overdraft, what I got this debit for? So much debt, it got me drinking, thinking "Bitch I better blow" I better blow, these hoes ain't checking For no nigga with no vehicle, you border like Mexico Heh, hey baby girl, what it look like? And where ya head at? And what ya cook like? She said, "Where your bread at? Or what your whip like? You ain't got one or the other, well brother, good night" [Pre-Hook] Bitch I’m about to blow up Look I’m about to blow up Yeah, got to the club early Just to get in free and wait for hoes to show up Heh, but now it's bottles at them tables Bring the models boy, I'm 'bout to pour up Uh-huh, you know what? Huh, bitch I’m about to blow up (La) Left side, left side, hey (La la la) Right side, right side, uh-huh (La la la) Left side, left side, hey (La la la) Bitch I'm about to blow up (La la la) [Hook] Hey, this is a song for my haters (Bitch I'm about to blow up) Yeah, y'all got me feeling like the greatest, yeah (Ha, said I'm about to blow up) Hey, this is a song for my haters (Look I'm about to blow up) Hey, hey, y'all got me feeling like the greatest, yeah Bitch I’m about to blow up [Verse 3] Praise God, it’s hard to stay spiritual How they got these niggas on the TV selling miracles? You mean to tell me everything goin be fine If I call your hotline and pay $29.99? (Shit) Well damn, why ain't you say so? Take this check and ask God to multiply all my pesos And erase my number out the phones of these fake hoes I saved her number just in case but now it’s case closed To you niggas biting my flows and my subject matter You’ll never be me partner so it don’t fuckin' matter You try to be and your career will see funerals And be you, that's when it sounds beautiful Then maybe you can blow up And maybe you can blow up Shit, but you know what? For now, bitch I’m about to blow up24

Hip-HopRap

Bagpipes From Baghdad

Eminem

[Intro] Oh, it's music to my ears, oh man How can I describe the way I feel? Fucking great, man Okay, let me see How could I begin? [Verse 1] Locked in Mariah's wine cellar, all I had for lunch Was bread, wine, more bread, wine and Captain Crunch Red wine for breakfast and for brunch And to soak it up, an in-between snack, crackers to munch Mariah, what's ever happened to us? Why did we have to break up? All I asked for was a glass of punch You see, I never really asked for much I can't imagine what's going through your mind after such A nasty break-up with that Latin hunk Luis Miguel, Nick Cannon, better back the fuck up I'm not playin', I want her back, you punk This is Hello Kitty bedspread, Satin Funk Mixed with Egyptian, with a little rap and punk Zapp and Eric Clapton, Shaft, Frank Zappa, crunk And yeah baby, I want another crack at ya You can beat me with any spatula that you want I mean, I really want you bad, you cunt Nick, you had your fun, I've come to kick you in your sack of junk Man, I could use a fresh batch of blood So prepare your vernacular for Dracula acupuncture You might also like[Chorus] Bagpipes from Baghdad When will it ever cease? For Pete's sakes, he's crazy to say the least Bagpipes from Baghdad What's going through my mind Half the time, when I rhyme, or blowing up like Bagpipes from Baghdad Somebody turn the vacancy sign on 'Cause I'm gone, blowing on my Bagpipes from Baghdad I run the streets and act like a madman holding a Glad— [Verse 2] You can be a permanent fixture in my lyrical mixture I'm the Miracle Whip trickster My signature sound, when a tube of lipstick's around I'm bound to put it on in an instant, wow Man, what an ensemble! What an assortment of pharma–ceuticals This beautiful pill dust in my palm, my Cuticles get residue just from touchin' the bottle Never knew I could remind me so much of my momma I'll cut ya like Dahmer, pull a butcher knife on ya The size of a sword, boy, I'm like the fuckin' Red Sonja Get it stuck in your cornea, nice knowing ya, Norman You're so fuckin' annoyin', drop the shovel, boy You don't know what the fuck you're doin' I ain't playin' no fuckin' more Nick Cannon, you prick, I wish you luck with the fuckin' whore Every minute there's a sucker born, snuck up on Malachai Made the motherfucker suck on a shuck of corn Shuck o', shuck o' corn, Chaka Khan Hit Jason in the face with a hockey puck, and Told him it's fuckin' on, man, what the fuck are ya doin'? You're runnin' over the snowblower with the lawnmower Blowin' your bagpipes from Baghdad [Chorus] Bagpipes from Baghdad When will it ever cease? For Pete's sakes, he's crazy to say the least Bagpipes from Baghdad What's going through my mind Half the time, when I rhyme, or blowing up like Bagpipes from Baghdad Somebody turn the vacancy sign on 'Cause I'm gone, blowing on my Bagpipes from Baghdad I run the streets and act like a madman holding a Glad bag [Verse 3] In the bed with two brain-dead lesbian vegetables I bet you they become heterosexual Nothing will stop me from molestin' you Titty-fuckin' you 'til your breast nipple flesh tickles my testicles Is what I said to the two conjoined twins How's it going, girlfriends? You needs a boyfriend? You need some ointment? Just set up an appointment Who's gonna see the doctor first? We'll do a coin flip I just got my one-year sobriety coin chip When the bad get going, how bad does the going get? Baby, you shouldn't have any trouble rubbing groins with Each other, especially when you're joined at the hip I'm going to get the needle and thread from the sewing kit And attempt to separate 'em and stitch 'em back at the loin, shit Lure the little boy with the chocolate 'Chips Ahoy!' chip Cookie, lookie, even took me a Polaroid pic [Chorus] Bagpipes from Baghdad When will it ever cease? For Pete's sakes, he's crazy to say the least Bagpipes from Baghdad What's going through my mind Half the time, when I rhyme, or blowing up like Bagpipes from Baghdad Somebody turn the vacancy sign on 'Cause I'm gone, blowing on my Bagpipes from Baghdad I run the streets and act like a madman holding a Glad bag Oh, bagpipes from Baghdad [Outro] Hghum-day-li-laaa-aaa-aaa-aaa-aa-aah-aah Hghum-day-li-laaa-aaa-aaa-aaa-aa-aah-aah Hghum-day-li-laaa-aaa-aaa-aaa-aa-aah-aah Hghum-day-li-laaa-aaa-aaa-aaa-aa-aah-aah64

Rap

Blunt Ashes

Nas

[Intro] Yo, I wonder if Langston Hughes and Alex Haley Got blazed before they told stories I'ma get blazed before I tell y'all stories I saw on TV today, this man lost his son, his son died So he had him cremated Took his ashes and then made it to a diamond ring Now he watches his son shine everyday I just thought about that While I sit here ashing in this ashtray, yeah [Verse 1] The making of a mad band, intricate stories of DeVante Swing Ava Gardner, the crashin' of James Dean Bobby Brown influenced by Rick James and it goes Prince wanted Alexander O'Neal to be Morris Day or Jerome But Alex was putting coke in his nose, nigga whylin' Could be a myth, but I swear that the source was close Phyllis Hyman killed herself, it was crazy Mommy was bad they say Donny Hathaway free-fall from a balcony, he swayze [Hook] As the blunt ash falls into the ash tray I could see my whole life fly past me Did I? Did I keep it gangsta or keep it classy? And will the money and fame outlast me? The blunts ash falls down in the ashtray Well, I see my whole life fly past me I'm asking, did I keep it gangsta or keep it classy? Did I? Anything else you wanna know, just ask me You might also like[Verse 2] Sam trusted Womack with his main lady He tossing in the grave like, "This is how you repay me?!" A change gon' come, wish you didn't trust me so much Marvin said "No mountain's high enough," fly stuff David Ruffin was punchin' Tammi Terrell Gave her concussions While the Funk Brothers was laying down the percussion When Flo from the Surpremes died, Diana Ross cried Many people said that she was laughin' inside [Hook] As the blunt ash falls into the ash tray I could see my whole life fly past me Did I? Did I keep it gangsta or keep it classy? And will the money and fame outlast me? The blunts ash falls down in the ashtray Well, I see my whole life fly past me I'm asking, did I keep it gangsta or keep it classy? Did I? Anything else you wanna know, just ask me [Verse 3] John F. Kennedy's enemies dealt with treachery It interests me. Judy Campbell in Gucci sandals She's what a temptress be The death of Ennis Cosby, what a mystery! Or the Chicagoan Harold Washington Someone is sabotaging 'em Watch out for the traps Larry Troutman killed his brother Roger Troutman Then he killed himself, that's the end of Zapp And I wouldn't change a thing, mistakes of the greats This is what came from their pain From their hurt we gain, an unfair exchange [Hook] As the blunt ash falls into the ash tray I could see my whole life fly past me Did I? Did I keep it gangsta or keep it classy? And will the money and fame outlast me? The blunts ash falls down in the ashtray Well, I see my whole life fly past me I'm asking, did I keep it gangsta or keep it classy? Did I? Anything else you wanna know, just ask me [Outro] I could smell old Bogey cigars Lauren Bacall perfumes, smelling just as sweet Me and my wife K, flying in a drop-top Like Ruby and Ossie Davis, baby – know what I mean? Yo, man, I get smoked out, and start thinking 'bout Hattie McDaniel got a Oscar For playing Mammy in "Gone with the Wind" And she didn't get allowed Wasn't even allowed to go to the premier Believe that? Couldn't go to premier to her joint Man, you know they were strong back then, man Blunt from my ashtray, nothing gon' to live past me, yeah3

Hip-Hop

The Prelude

JAY-Z

[Intro: Pain In Da Ass] You know, you've got this fantasy in yo' head about Gettin' outta the life and settin the corporate world on its ear What the fuck you gonna do except hustle? Besides pimpin', you really ain't got the stomach for that [Verse: Jay-Z] The game's fucked up Nigga's beats is bangin', nigga, your hooks did it didn't—your gangsta look did it So I would write it if y'all could get it Bein' intricate'll get you wood, critic On the internet, they like "You should spit it" I'm like "You should buy it, nigga that's good business" Forget this rap shit, I need a new hustle A little bit of everything, the new improved Russell I say that reluctantly 'cause I do struggle As you see I can't leave so I do love you But I'm just a hustler disguised as a rapper In fact you can't fit this hustle inside of a wrapper Back when crack was What these pills are, I was a real star Complete with real cars, no video ones You can come and set up a camera, let the video run And my real life, complete with real ice VVS boulders all invisibly set Head and shoulders, my invisible neck You see Hova wasn't digital yet Befo' Steve Jobs made the iPod Was getting head jobs, we call that interneck Back when rappers wouldn't dare play lyrical roulette With a automatic weapon I was rappin' with a TEC Fresh like Mannie be, chain like anti-freeze Shoebox full of cash, dealer man hand me keys Pantries full of Arm & Hammer, don't take Nancy Drew to see What it do, I'm a damn G Just sent a million dollars through a hands free That's big money talk, can you answer me? Before the answer was a 3 I was down in Georgetown with a Hoya chick, lawyer chick Sure he's rich now 'cause he saw the shit, all this shit That's why they call him Hov, 'cause he came before all this shit Bought a 6, quarter seven, skipped on them quarter eights Bought a 9 for non-stop Glock work all the time Woo! Guess who's back? Since this is a New Era, got a fresh new hat Ten year veteran, I've been set I've been through with this bullshit game but I never can I used to think rappin' at 38 was ill But last year alone I grossed 38 mill I know I ain't quite 38 but still The flow so special got a 38 feel, The real is back, heheheheYou might also like4

Hip-HopRap

50 Thousand Deep

Blue Scholars

[Intro - Geologic] November 30th, 1999 No sunshine [Verse 1] The body rock stopped, probably got caught by the cops Nearby, somebody got shot But parties don't stop and the parties don't care It's a stick-up, it's why we got our hands in the air Still demanding a share, refrigerators bare Cause they wanna see trade get free and not fair But we are not blind, we are not there We don't got time left to spare to not care On the last day of November, swellin' in ranks Went to chant down the mighty IMF and World Bank A gathering of people in peaceful assembly Onward to Westlake to disrupt the entry Walk along steady, riot squad ready To protect every last dignitary's ass But this started when they herded us like cattle in a fence Protesters gettin' restless without an exit They threatened to arrest us, we pushed back and then A hail of rubber bullets hit teens and old men I admit, had to split when the first gas canisters hit Felt it burn in my eyes, nose, and lips They tried to blame it on the anarchists, garbage I was there, I'll tell you right now the pigs started it But they distort it in the news Talkin' bout stompin' down Niketown wearing their shoes You might also like[Bridge] But the body rock stopped, probably got caught by the cops Nearby, somebody got shot But the parties don't stop and the parties don't care It's a stick-up, it's why we got our hands in the air [Chorus] 50,000 deep, and it sound like thunder when our feet pound streets 50,000 deep, and it sound like thunder when our feet pound streets 50,000 deep, and it sound like thunder when our feet pound streets 50,000 deep, 50,000 deep [Bridge] But the body rock stopped, probably got caught by the cops Nearby, somebody got shot But parties don't stop in the south So take your shoes off when you come into my house [Verse 2] I had to duck out cause I knew I stuck out in the crowd After many years growin' up brown in this town Now this is what democracy looks like Not what you all had in mind for tonight Mr. Mayor, shell-shocked for 5 days straight Press conference, lookin' constipated and pale Tossed a homie in jail, wasn't even protesting Wrong place, wrong time, learned a quick lesson But this is not a question what we did to deserve this Rich kids went and got arrested on purpose But was it worth it? My first inclination Globalization is the root of the pain Made the reason that they left and the reason that we came Catch my breath, blood pulsates my brain And they called it a riot? Huh, I call it an uprising And they call this a riot? But nah, I call it an uprising And they call this a riot? Nah man fuck that, I'ma call it a uprising [Chorus] 50,000 deep, and it sound like thunder when our feet pound streets 50,000 deep, and it sound like thunder when our feet pound streets, c'mon y'all 50,000 deep, and it sound like thunder when our feet pound streets, yeah! 50,000 deep, and it sound like thunder when our feet pound streets8

Rock

Ignant Shit

Drake

[Intro: Drake] Yeah, I appreciate your patience tonight It's been a moment since I've done some public speaking I find nowadays it's, you know, best to keep quiet But, uh, sometimes you just gotta let it out Young Angel and Young Lion, you know what it is [Verse 1: Drake] Uh, look, I'm the property of October I ain't drive here, I got chauffeured Bring me champagne flutes, rosé and some shots over I think better when I'm not sober I smoke goodie, no glaucoma, I'm a stockholder Private flights back home, no stop over Still spittin' that shit that they shot Pac over The shit my mother look shocked over Yeah, but with a canvas I'm the Group of Seven A migraine, take two Excedrin I'm the one twice over, I'm the new eleven And if I die I'ma do it reppin', I never do a second I swear niggas be eyein' me all hard And lyin' to they girls and drivin' the same cars Sittin' there wishin' their problems became ours ‘Cause we have nothin' in common since I done became star I done became bigger, swervin', writin' in my peers' lane Same dudes that used to holler my engineer's name One touch, I could make the drapes and the sheers change And show me the city that I without fear claim What I set seems to never extinguish Coolest kid out, baby, word to Chuck Inglish Count my own money, see the paper cut fingers My song is your girlfriend's waking-up ringer Heh, or alarm, or whatever She be here at six in the morn' if I let her But I never get attracted to fans 'Cause the eager beaver could be the collapse of a dam I always knew that I could figure How to get these label heads to offer him good figures And me doin' the shows gettin' everyone nervous 'Cause them hipsters gon' have to get along with them hood niggas It's all good, I'm goin' off like lights when the show's over Make pasta, rent a movie, call hoes over Rest in peace to Heath Ledger, but I'm no joker I'll slow roast ya, got no holster Wet glass on your table, nigga; no coaster Burn bread everyday, boy; no toaster G and Tez got a SIG, but I'm no smoker They just handin' chips to me, nigga; no poker I'm with it, Young Money, Cash Money soldier My cup runneth over The same niggas I ball with, I fall with On some southern drawl shit Rookie of the year, '06 Chris Paul shit D-R., CJ, and Po, I see y'all These cases don't work out, I hope we can agree on Makin' enough to pay any Judge Judy off First thing I'ma do is free Weezy, go See Drake LiveGet tickets as low as $50You might also like[Verse 2: Lil Wayne] And I'd take probation I don't want that T.I. and Vick vacation Private plane, pick location I'm goin' to the bank to make a big donation Yeah, I don't stunt, I stunt hard And if the food ain't on the stove I hunt for it But in the meantime you can call me young Roy Jones Jr. fightin' the drugs and gun charge Shit, don't leave me unguarded And I'm a cheesehead, word to Vince Lombardi Word to Marky Mark, leave a snitch departed All that blood like the Red Sea parted My gun go crazy like it's retarded Red light on it like it's recording I ain't recordin', I'm just C-4in' My currency foreign; we are in a league they aren't Better dig in your pocket and pay homage Better cover your eyes, your face fallin' Watch the game from the side, I'm play callin' No, I didn't say that I'm flawless But I damn sure don't tarnish My pistol got comments for your garments I'm so high I can vomit on a comet K-Y, no homo, I'm on it Weezy F Baby, new born bitch You know what they say 'bout when your palm itch I'm gon' get money, money I'm gon' get Young Money in your tummy and we gon' shit And get that toilet paper quick, like when Bones spit That's right, bitch, I'm back on my grown shit That Audemars Piguet, no ice, just chrome shit And your boyfriend softer than a foam pit I scream, "Fuck the world with a long dick!" Motherfucker, I'm me! Yeah, bitch, I'm me! You niggas sweet, like the pussy in which I eat Fireman burn down your entire street So fly I'ma take off when I leap Bye! And you can suck my wings Stand on my money, headbutt Yao Ming Put your hand in the oven if you touch my things I'm shufflin' the cards, 'bout to cut my queens But I ain't the dealer House full of bitches like Tila Tequila Yeah, I'm the man in the mirror My swagger just screamin', motherfucker, do you hear her? Yeah, Drizzy Drake what the lick read? We make magic, boy; Roy and Siegfried [Outro: Lil Wayne] Woo, Young Mula, baby Yeah15

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Crumblin’ Erb

OutKast

[Verse 1: André 3000] Yessuh, let me dig into your brain, folks falling like rain Poverty got me selling thangs, guess I'm gon' explain Jane is rolled up, no gangs be throwed up But still André got action, they Sweat like Keith, all on my teeth I take it upon myself to handle mine, thinking that you gots Ample time to do this, have you shot? I thought you knew this I'm crumbling, no time for fumbling Selling my sacks, watching my back Wetting 'em up like splish, leaving 'em in a splash Of blood, the clock is ticking niggas from my block is missing I'm putting it down like it be hot before we all get shot Got only so much time in this bastard Bitter be claiming pro but I be saying they procrastinating Settling for less, bet' be ready When they roll up in your nest and sink one in your chest and You's gone, up outta here for good Y'all be bobbin' back and forth to let me know you understood Yeah, wassup? [Hook: Sleepy Brown] There's only so much time left in this crazy world I'm just crumblin' erb, I'm just crumblin' erb Niggas killing niggas they don't understand (that's the master plan) I'm just crumblin' erb, I'm just crumblin' erb You might also like[Verse 2: Big Boi] So check me out, see Once in a while when niggas be trying to test me, I gets frisky Grab a pint of golden whiskey Then they swing but, shit, they missed me, huh I'm getting nice with them thangs, because I do like that You heard me on the radio and, yes, my man, I'm true to dat the way y'all wanna hear 'em And shoot my dice against the bricks the way I wanna flicks 'em Nigga, so ring around the roses, diamonds around my neck from flexing But I'm running niggas over like a ninety-fo' Lexus, test it Ten millimeters, count 'em, nigga, fuck a nine See, I added a millimeter for y'all niggas doing crimes And drive-bys, kiss yo' ass bye-bye, sayonara suckers I flipped the script and turned the page Ain't scared of you motherfuckers Be popping shots, like them hoes be popping coochies And I still be spreading bullets Like them freaks be spreading cooties So look here niggas, I'm hunting Red October and now my verse is over [Hook] There's only so much time left in this crazy world I'm just crumblin' erb, I'm just crumblin' erb Niggas killing niggas they don't understand (that's the master plan) I'm just crumblin' erb, I'm just crumblin' erb [Verse 3: Big Boi] Wooo! Big Boi Got a Tampa Nugget blunt box, it's empty That's where the erb be dropping It's simply marvelous, time is ticking But some of that time when I be laying vocals in the Dungeon Sugar Bear and Mone be smoking ounces like it ain't nothing It ain't shit to take another hit, so hit it Of the cannabis sativa weed reefer, yeah, smoke shit It's all day e'ery day 'til they label me deceased So fire up another one and smoke out and fuck the world, peace [Verse 4: André 3000] We is gonna smoke out until we choke out Like some merry men, cowards I be buryin' Coming around my shop with that, see, nigga, you gets nothing Just like DJ do the cutting, I be having your posse ducking Nothing but King Shit, I am asking, sucka, can you hang? That player with the pepper throwing salt off in your game Sprinkle sprinkle, motherfucker, don't be crying on me That southern cess be in my chest until I'm chillin' in peace, yeah [Hook] There's only so much time left in this crazy world I'm just crumblin' erb, I'm just crumblin' erb Niggas killing niggas they don't understand (that's the master plan) I'm just crumblin' erb, I'm just crumblin' erb [Interlude: Big Boi] Ah, shit now Coming in like two fat hoes sitting off on Corn Flakes Dropping these things like French fries in hot grease Big Gipp, Goodie Mob, P.A., OutKast The J-O-I, just to let y'all niggas know Forever pimping, never slipping, that's how it is That how it's gon' be, that's how it was in the past That's how it's gon' be in the futures, nigga It's all day everyday, so what you wanna do with it? Bring that shit on, know what I'm saying? Yeah [Hook] There's only so much time left in this crazy world I'm just crumblin' erb, I'm just crumblin' erb Niggas killing niggas they don't understand (that's the master plan) I'm just crumblin' erb, I'm just crumblin' erb There's only so much time left in this crazy world I'm just crumblin' erb, I'm just crumblin' erb Niggas killing niggas they don't understand (that's the master plan) I'm just crumblin' erb, I'm just crumblin' erb There's only so much time left in this crazy world I'm just crumblin' erb, I'm just crumblin' erb12

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The Whole World

OutKast

[Intro: Andre 3000] "Okay, here we go..." Yeah, I'm afraid, like I'm scared as a dog But I've got a new song, and I want y'all to sing along Sing along See this is the way that we walk on a sunny day When it's rainin' inside and you're all alone All alone, yeah! [Hook] 'Cause the whole world loves it when you don't get down (Bah bah-da, bah bah bah-da da!) And the whole world loves it when you make that sound (Bah bah-da, bah bah bah-da da!) And the whole world loves it when you're in the news (Bah bah-da, bah bah bah-da da!) And the whole world loves it when you sing the blues (Bah bah-da, bah bah bah-da da!) [Verse 1: Andre 3000] Take a little trip, hater, pack up your mind Look forward, not behind, then you'll see what you find I caught a sucker dyin' 'cause he thought he could rhyme Now if his momma is a quarter, daughter must be a dime I gotta meet her, don't take no shorts, I don't use abbrevi- -ation, I don't even play the radio neither Only if I need to know the sports or the weather I'm a cool type of brother, but yep, your head I'll sever from the neck See ain't nothing changed, hit the stage Set a date, sucker, in battle we can engage I'll slice you, wife you, marry you, divorce you Throw the Porsche at you, is what I'm forced to do With my back against the wall; crack his back, y'all Naw, it ain't went nowhere like havin' hair with stylin' gel in it Throw a curl in it Dread that nappy shit up, throw a shell in it Whatever floats your boat, or finds your lost remote And this for them niggas workin' at the airport who got laid off I take my shades off If you look straight in my eyes, you still might see a disguise Because the whole-whole world-world... You might also like[Hook] 'Cause the whole world loves it when you don't get down (Bah bah-da, bah bah bah-da da!) And the whole world loves it when you make that sound (Bah bah-da, bah bah bah-da da!) And the whole world loves it when you're in the news (Bah bah-da, bah bah bah-da da!) And the whole world loves it when you sing the blues (Bah bah-da, bah bah bah-da da!) [Verse 2: Killer Mike] Player, I grind, my focus is crime Raw with the rhyme, I'm slick with the slime My words are diamonds dug out a mine Spit 'em, polish, look how they shine Glitter, glisten, gloss, floss I catch a beat running like Randy Moss Ride that bitch off like a brand new horse I'm rollin' my stones, gather no moss Mommy, I'm coming, I hope you get off Or rock your own boat like Aaliyah, then talk Back, back, forth, forth Get that sailor on course, course Make that track a corpse, corpse Rap, roll, utterly rocked With my mouth to the mic and my hand on my cock Cadillac OutKast, just won't stop [Hook] 'Cause the whole world loves it when you don't get down (Bah bah-da, bah bah bah-da da!) And the whole world loves it when you make that sound (Bah bah-da, bah bah bah-da da!) And the whole world loves it when you're in the news (Bah bah-da, bah bah bah-da da!) And the whole world loves it when you sing the blues (Bah bah-da, bah bah bah-da da!) [Verse 3: Big Boi] Turn on the TV and everything is lookin' dismal Went in the bathroom medicine cabinet, Pepto-Bismol Need it for my stomach 'cause my tummy kinda aches Like a junkie on withdrawal, fresh up off the plate Wait, back to the enemy of the state Is the Republicans or Democratic candidate? Debate, now even the black box hold the fate Clueless like Shaggy and Scooby befo' commercial break Hate, extreme prejudice, let's dismiss this If you want to, you can dub it to your hit list I know you goin' to, we in this to replenish yo' musical wish list When it come to this music, we stay relentless Pursuing all that's pursuable Doing, God-willing, all things that are doable The only liable limitation is yourself, Dre Set it on the right and I'll set it on the left, 'cause [Hook] 'Cause the whole world loves it when you don't get down (Bah bah-da, bah bah bah-da da!) And the whole world loves it when you make that sound (Bah bah-da, bah bah bah-da da!) And the whole world loves it when you're in the news (Bah bah-da, bah bah bah-da da!) And the whole world loves it when you sing the blues (Bah bah-da, bah bah bah-da da!)12

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Good Life

Kanye West

[Produced by DJ Toomp, Kanye West, and Mike Dean] [Chorus: Kanye West & T-Pain] Like we always do at this time I go for mine, I gots to shine (Now throw yo' hands up in the sky) I go go for mine, I gots to shine (Now throw yo' hands up in the sky) I'ma get on this TV, mama, I'ma I'ma put shit down (Ayy) ayy (Ayy), ayy (Ayy) ayy (Ayy), I'm good [Verse 1: Kanye West & T-Pain] Welcome to the good life, where niggas who sell D Won't even get pulled over in they new V The good life, let's go on a living spree Shit, they say the best things in life are free The good life, it feel like Atlanta It feel like L.A., it feel like Miami It feel like NY, summertime Chi Ah! (Now throw yo' hands up in the sky) So I roll through good Y'all pop the trunk, I pop the hood, Ferrari And she got the goods And she got that ass, I got to look, sorry! Yo, it's got to be 'cause I'm seasoned Haters give me them salty looks, Lawry's 50 told me, "Go 'head, switch the style up And if they hate then let 'em hate and watch the money pile up" The good life You might also like[Chorus: Kanye West & T-Pain] Now I, I go for mine, I got to shine (Now throw yo' hands up in the sky) Now I, I go for mine, I got to shine (Now throw yo' hands up in the sky) Ayy I'ma get on this TV, mama, I'ma I'ma put shit down Ayy (Ayy), ayy (Ayy) Ayy (Ayy), ayy (I'm good) [Verse 2: Kanye West & T-Pain] Welcome to the good life! Where we like the girls who ain't on TV 'Cause they got mo' (Ass than the models) The good life, so keep it comin' with the bottles 'Cause she feel booze like she bombed at Apollo The good life, it feel like Houston It feel like Philly, it feel like D.C It feel like VA or the Bay or Yay Ayy, this is the good life (Welcome to the good life) Homie, tell me what's good Why I only got a problem when you in the hood (Welcome to the good life) Like I'm new in the hood The only thing I wish, I wish a nigga would (Welcome to the good life!) He probably think he could But, but, I don't think he should (Welcome to the good life) 50 told me, "Go 'head, switch the style up And if they hate then let 'em hate and watch the money pile up" The good life [Chorus: Kanye West & T-Pain] Now I, I go for mine, I gots to shine (Now throw yo' hands up in the sky) Now I, I go for mine, I gots to shine (Now throw yo' hands up in the sky) Ayy I'ma get on the TV, mama, I'ma I'ma put shit down (Ayy) ayy (Ayy), ayy (Ayy) ayy (Ayy), I'm good [Verse 3: Kanye West & T-Pain] Have you ever popped champagne on a plane, while gettin' some brain? Whipped it out, she said, "I never seen Snakes on a Plane" Whether you broke or rich, you gotta get this Havin' money's not everything, not havin' it is I was splurgin' on trips But when I get my card back activated, I'm back to Vegas (Welcome to the good life) 'Cause I always had a passion for flashin' Before I had it, I closed my eyes and imagined the good life [Outro: T-Pain] Ayy, it's the good life, better than the life I lived When I thought that I was gonna go crazy And now my grandmama Ain't the only girl callin' me "Baby" If you feelin' me now, then put yo' hands up in the sky And let me hear you say Hey, hey, ooh, I'm good!66

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Heaven & Hell

Raekwon

[Intro: Raekwon, Ghostface Killah & Blue Raspberry]​​ This that gravedigger shit (No one can fuck with the Wu-Tang) Yo (What? What?), yo Exotic type shit Ninety-four We must go to war fast With the pen and the pad Goddamn Shine like gold rims on Pathfinders Wu-Tang reclines, lamps For the nine-squares, kid (Money, clothes, designer hoes, and shows, y'all) Check it, yo, yo [Verse 1: Raekwon & Ghostface Killah] Waking up about ten, kid Jumping in the shower, peace, about to make moves and slide like grease What? I'm all about TECs and checks with 'nough respect You front, I'm slamming you like the Lex So now I'm out in the ninety-five Rocking that "Real Niggas Don't Die" Guess down, drawers Kani But, yo, I'm making a pitstop Go and buy a box of Glocks It equaled up, pay up, what up, 'Ak? Yo, remember that kid that we vicked? He made a half of mil' for real We brought about four bricks Yo, so now we connect thoughts Meet me at the airport ​​​Tell Golden Arms maintain the fort Get in touch with that West Coast Cali crab you stabbed And meet me at the bitch lab So word up, kid, we slid like a fat four to twelve bid and shit Couldn't even rest, I need the vic' And when I slept, I dream G's, son, I need some Keys won't sell, call up son I heard Pook and Tyriq caught a beef over some real shit A fake nigga faked and they killed his clique Give me a minute and I'm winnin' Yo, niggas done did it Rock your vest, keep your whip tinted So now we see him up in Bojangles strangling a forty ounce With ten G's worth of gold bangles Diamonds, what? All up in his face With his man's mace Medallions the size of dinner plates, yo He knew we knew him so we blew him Took thirty G's worth of jewels off that nigga, do him So now I'm lamping in my man's land Streets is hot like sand G's is rolling in my right hand Yup, you know the steezo black Lot'll go down like that Shallah, cigars and mob hats Ninety-four, takin' niggas to war, yo, yo You might also like[Interlude: Raekwon & Ghostface Killah] What do you believe in, heaven or hell? You don't believe in heaven 'cause we're living in hell What do you believe in, boy, heaven or hell? You don't believe in heaven 'cause we're living in hell So it's your life What a chamber Fucking with the mad strangers Yeah, you know how it runs, baby, straight up, yo Money, clothes, designer hoes, and shows, y'all That's how it goes, whatever What do you believe in, heaven or hell? You don't believe in heaven 'cause we're living in hell (31st chamber, y'all) So it's your life [Outro: Raekwon & Ghostface Killah] Niggas ain't even know, son... Sold their weight No question This shit is real, you know what I'm saying? (Word up) Niggas think it's all about a hundred-dollar velour A little hundred dollars and that make you a man You ain't promised tomorrow, son, word up Niggas don't understand how life can be so short Come so fast Within the blinkin' of eye Blinkin' of eye, you're gone, baby, straight up Know what I'm saying? Get turned to dust Return to the casket And that ass is out, son, word up Word up, get evaporated, straight up (Word up) Lose all your strength, nigga Crazy dedication shoutout in the memory of Two Cent Jason Heartbroken We soakin' wet, though Keepin' it real for my peoples Yeah, yo And my physical brother DeVon You're still in here, baby Because you're in my arms, nigga, word up I never let you go, baby Know what I'm saying? You my life charm, word up For real (Keep shinin') For real, keepin' it real, you know Shout out to major niggas Big Kawai, Jess, Hell on the computer system The RZA who slams fat discs for the ninety-four Word up, RZA That's my nigga, baby, yeah Eatin' dinner with the big boys now, you know what I'm saying? (Word up) Big Booth represent the Q You know how we do Now get that power-U type gangster on, you know? The GZA, word up Masta Killa The Abbot of the Clan Method Man, Inspectah Deck Dirty Bastard U-God, word up, baby Keep it real, son Keep packin' them guns Word up11

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BM J.R.

Lil Wayne

[Intro: Birdman & Lil Wayne] Yeah, shawty, you know what I'm talkin' about? Batman I'm peepin' these niggas out there slippin', lookin' like they ain't 'bout money no more, man, so, what the fuck? You know what we gon' do huh? What we been doin', huh, nigga We gon' load up, get a lot more, get a lot more, then say, "Fuck 'em, nigga" G-Geah! Keep buyin' shit, keep fuckin' hoes, loadin' up on more bitches Then, you know what I'm sayin', we gon' get greedy too, nigga I ain't never gettin' full I'm full-blooded with this grind I got it, I got it Yeah, they don't understand, lil' nigga [Verse 1: Lil Wayne & Birdman] Murder capital, only key to survive is "kill" (That's what I'm talkin' 'bout) If the elements don't murder you, the riders will, for real (Ah, yeah) And niggas know I go hard to the fullest (Uh-huh) Get involved and I got 'em playing dodgeball with bullets (Ah-ah) Yeah, I got the sawed-off fully (C'mon, shawty) In the Sean John hoodie, get fucked, you play pussy (Pussy-ass n*) Haha! We hit 'em up while they lookin' And the body shots hurt, but the headshots took him (That's what I'm talkin' 'bout, boy) Damn, and if the red dot spot 'em Then the hollow head got 'em (Those bandannas get chipped, n*) Knock his top to his bottom jack (Uptown's finest, bitch) Yeah, you see, we grind from the bottom (CMR, n*) Just to make it to the bottom at the very bottom of the map (Tell 'em about it, n*) Lil Weezyana: piranhas everywhere you at (Ah) You gotta wear your extra condom and a extra gat ([?]) Your bitch can get it for actin' like a man (You under-dig?) And niggas in Pakistan ain't packin' like your man ([?]) I backwards-hand your man on command In front of niggas, he cool with them boys on fan (Fredo-ass n*, shawty) I'm on hot, I adjust in different climates Ducking the animal keeper, runnin' with my primates (Ha, ha, ha, yeah) You ain't did it 'til you done it like in five states ([?]) Weezy hustle: no blubber—I put on weight And in the drought, I go on a diet and stretch more Lose all that weight, leave a nigga with stretch marks (I see you, n*) You don't even come up to a nigga chest, paw Subpar—what the fuck they play that in the club for? (Huh, boy) Real shit, I'm ducking bombs from a drug war (Ah) No religion, but the cops swear that I'm a drug lord Father forgive 'em, for they know not who they pushin', Lord (Yeah, yeah) Father, forgive me if I have to send 'em to You, Lord I'm just tryn' dodge the shots they send to the God They ridin' up "Highway to Heaven Boulevard" (Fuck 'em then, shawty) Damn, them niggas pussy and jive Not even in a eye exam—they ain't lookin' for I (Believe that) The A and the K will make your face crook to the side Now when you smilin', everybody gotta look from the side (Geah, geah, geah, geah) 'Cause when you wildin', you ain't lookin'—you just lookin' high (Geah, geah, geah) And when we hungry, you look like pie Sweet potato-ass nigga, you lemon meringue, apple custard (Sweet-ass, pussy-ass, jive-ass motherfucker) Cherry jelly, don't make me get the biscuit, buster, yeah! What up, Gizzle? You my distant brother (Holla, lil' young n*) Real shit, nigga—same father, different mother (Okay) I skip the frontin' and stick to keepin' it trill (Fuck 'em, shawty) You not know me for nothin' other I'm somethin' other than people, you feel? I'm deeper, for real I'm deeper than skills, my speeches can kill— Rest in peace You might also like[Interlude: Birdman & Lil Wayne] Yeah, you under-dig, shawty? It's all about one thing nigga If you 'bout money, nigga, come fuck with us (G-Geah!) If you ain't 'bout no money, get the fuck from 'round us, nigga And whatever you 'bout, we 'bout it However you wan' get it, we can give it to you, nigga (G-Geah) Ol' lil' bitch You under-dig? Put your prints in, nigga Put your feet down and your nuts on the concrete and let's roll Let me get it back, ayy, ayy Holla [Verse 2: Lil Wayne & Birdman] You sleep in the field for trying the dude I'll bust your head to the meat (Yeah), turn your mind to food (Okay) Food for thought—think I ain't lyin' to you (Okay, shawty) I lie his body in grease, set fire to him (Fuck him, burn him) I tie his body in sheets, put the tires to him (Bomb, drown him) Make him feel the Escalade, put his feet in the blades (Ah) Damn! I'm the heat in the blaze And niggas keep they ways when I'm in the streets with blade—wha! My nigga hungry—he'll eat the plate And if I ask, the homeboy'll eat your face, yeah! (Okay) And though he got me, you can ask (Yeah) I'm like a pool table: I keep the eight, haha! (H) My side pocket sideways (Geah, ah) When I pop it, leave a nigga sideways for five days (Geah-ah, geah-ah) Birdman, talk to 'em [Spoken Word: Birdman & Lil Wayne] Yeah nigga, I tell em—I'll tell em' again shawty If it ain't 'bout no money, get the motherfuck from 'round me nigga Fuck that, I'm comin' back in, ayy, ayy Clap one of these sissies [Verse 3: Lil Wayne] Check my swag: I travel like sound, dog You play hard and I’m gravel like ground, dawg I'm underground, call me groundhog (Give it to 'em, shawty) Lay down laws, call me "ground-law" Don't confuse me with the law, nah But just confuse me with my pa Because I am the Birdman J.R. (Brr-rrr-rrr) I ain't trippin' nigga, I play the corner like Ripken, nigga With the forty-Cal Ripken, nigga, rip a nigga (Ah) Flip your vehicle, split your windshield (Yah, yah, yah, yah) Whack your baby mama, but I'll let the kid live And people say that I am a kid still 'Cause the lil' nigga still ride on big wheels You feeling animal then come on and get killed (Yeah) The SIG peel bandannas like bananas (Yeah) Say I'm slight bananas I blow a weekend in Havana In my Cabana wit my bottom bitch from Savannah (Yeah, shawty) Man, a train couldn't stop your man (Ah) I man up, and you not a man I stand up; say, "I got my land" I'm the man of my land—call it "Lil-Weezy-ana" That's the new plan, that's the— [Outro: Birdman] Yeah, nigga You 'bout some money? Get at me nigga That's the only way Dumb shit, we 'bout that Get at me, you under-dig? Nigga roll solo, dolo, nigga14

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Death Before Dishonor (B.M.F. Freestyle)

Jeezy

[Hook] One time for Big Meech, Larry Hoover Real niggas, hallelujah This for my real niggas, I swear to God You know it's death before dishonor, it's in my fucking heart [Verse 1] A hundred black Luxe t's like the Taliban And everybody's jewelry flashing like the ambulance Self-made? That's a understatement That nigga self-paid -- that's your honor statement One time for Big Meech, Jay Beezy, I.P., Throw Beezy Copped the drop-top 'Rossa, it was baby blue It's on, Tito, Dash, yeah this one's for Baby Bleu How you blowing money fast? You don't know the crew Are you part of the fam? Shit, I never knew Y'all were supposed to make it hard -- this is easy, ho Pull up in that triple white -- I think I'm Jeezy, ho [Hook] [Verse 2] Goddamn ho, you got the massive titties Might as well roll with me in Magic City Call it "Magic City" cause my whole city magic Talking that magic powder -- yeah, my whole city had it Where you can find a brick before you find a soda, nigga Buy a spit before you buy a Coca-Cola, nigga Kept the lights on in Visions, nigga -- Alex know Made him famous -- fuck you think they call him Alex for? Ordered 150 bottles like, "okay" We gonna have to change this bitch to Club Rose Y'all were supposed to make it hard -- this is easy, ho Pull up in that '62, me and Meechy, hoSee Jeezy LiveGet tickets as low as $51You might also like1

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World is Empty

J. Cole

[Verse 1] Yeah, it's Cole, won't lie, won't stop 'til the race is won Niggas who be rapping how real they are Usually turn out to be the fakest ones Carolina, where I made it from Cole world, no blanket, son Girls fast how Jamaicans run Puffing on the city where the Lakers from: L-A, L-A, la la So high, everything is a “ha ha” for me Dreaming of the days of a drop 500 And a bad bitch that'll go to Popeyes for me You can never tell me that I'm not hungry If you ever felt what's inside my tummy My mind wondering now, is my time running out? Is the Lord up top with a stop watch for me? Hope not, hope not, hope not, hope not [Hook] (My world is empty without you, babe) Yeah, just trying to make it, my nigga (My world is empty without you) Yeah, yeah [Verse 2] A wise nigga told me don’t chase that cash Follow your heart, you’ll make that fast Does a stripper love to shake that ass Or does she wish to erase that past? Got a nigga in her face, just gassed Like “Baby girl, why you take this path?” Stack in his hand, trynna make that last All she thinking bout is how to take his last Rub titties in his face and laugh Gotta try not to look fake, in fact A little more money, like a few more 20’s When you let that nigga grab your naked ass Okay, he’s gone now, roll her eyes when he whispers in her ear “This ain't the life for you, baby, let me take you out of here 'cause..." [Hook] (My world is empty without you, babe) Yeah, she like "nigga, yeah right" (My world is empty without you) "You know how much motherfucking money I'm making?" [Verse 3] Yeah, my niggas sit back, blowing the L Only getting high 'cause we closer to hell Niggas tryna live like Hova, but well We broke and that dough coming slow as a snail Hustle hard in the snow, in the hail Hit the block like a postman with mail My brother got knocked now they hold him in cells My mom broke, but she posted the bail Someway, somehow Nigga feeling like the sun down even when the sun up Hear the sound out the window of the gun bust And you wonder why niggas keep the gun tucked But this how niggas was brung up A mother just trying to raise her son up 'Til a stray bullet got his lungs struck And the Governor couldn’t give one fuck While she singing [Hook] (My world is empty without you, babe) Damn, told you niggas "Cole world, no blanket" (My world is empty without you) Tough luck, yeahYou might also like12

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Ruff Ryders’ Anthem

DMX

[Produced by Swizz Beatz] [Intro] Uh Something new [Chorus] Stop, drop, shut 'em down, open up shop Oh, no, that's how Ruff Ryders roll Stop, drop, shut 'em down, open up shop Oh, no, that's how Ruff Ryders roll [Verse 1] Niggas wanna try, niggas wanna lie Then niggas wonder why niggas wanna die All I know is pain, all I feel is rain How can I maintain with that shit on my brain? I resort to violence, my niggas move in silence Like you don't know what our style is, New York niggas the wildest My niggas is with it, you want it? Come and get it Took it then we split it, you fuckin' right we did it What the fuck you gon' do when we run up on you? Fuckin' with the wrong crew, don't know what we goin' through I'ma have to show niggas how easily we blow niggas Lemme find out there's some more niggas that's runnin' with your niggas Nothin' we can't handle, break it up and dismantle Light it up like a candle just 'cause I can't stand you Put my shit on tapes like you bustin' grapes Think you holdin' weight then you haven't met the apes You might also like[Chorus] Stop, drop, shut 'em down, open up shop Oh, no, that's how Ruff Ryders roll Stop, drop, shut 'em down, open up shop Oh, no, that's how Ruff Ryders roll [Verse 2] Is y'all niggas crazy? I'll bust you and be Swayze Stop actin' like a baby, mind your business, lady Nosy people get it too, when you see me spit at you You know I'm tryin' to get rid of you, yeah I know, it's pitiful That's how niggas get down, watch my niggas spit rounds Make y'all niggas kiss ground just for talkin' shit, clown Oh, you think it's funny? Then you don't know me, money It's about to get ugly, fuck it, dawg, I'm hungry I guess you know what that mean, come up off that green Rob niggas on Ravine, don't make it a murder scene Give a dog a bone, leave a dog alone Let a dog roam and he'll find his way home Home of the brave, my home is a cage And, yo, I'm a slave 'til my home is the grave I'ma pull capers, it's all about the papers Bitches caught the vapors and now they wanna rape us [Chorus] Stop, drop, shut 'em down, open up shop Oh, no, that's how Ruff Ryders roll Stop, drop, shut 'em down, open up shop Oh, no, that's how Ruff Ryders roll [Verse 3] Look what you done started, asked for it, you got it Had it, shoulda shot it, now you're dearly departed Get at me, dawg, did I rip shit? With this one here I flip shit Niggas know when I kick shit it's gon' be some slick shit What was that look for when I walked in the door? Oh, you thought you was raw? Boom, not anymore 'Cause now you on the floor wishin' you never saw Me walk through that door with that four-four Now it's time for bed, two more to the head Got the floor red, yeah, that nigga's dead Another unsolved mystery, it's goin' down in history Niggas ain't never did shit to me, bitch-ass niggas can't get to me Gots to make a move, got a point to prove Gotta make 'em groove, got 'em all like, "Ooh" So 'til the next time you hear this nigga rhyme Try to keep your mind on gettin' pussy and crime [Chorus] Stop, drop, shut 'em down, open up shop [Outro] Talk is cheap, motherfucker!130

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No Hands

Waka Flocka Flame

[Intro: Drumma Boy] Listen to this track, bitch! [Chorus: Roscoe Dash] Girl, the way you're moving got me in a trance (Yeah) DJ, turn me up, ladies, this your jam (Come on) I'ma sip Moscato, and you gon' lose them pants (Ooh) Then I'ma throw this money while you do it with no hands (L'eggo) Girl, drop it to the floor (Yeah) I love the way your booty go (Come on) All I wanna do is sit back and watch you move Waka, Waka, Waka, Waka, Flocka, yeah! And I'll proceed to throw this cash (L'eggo) [Verse 1: Waka Flocka Flame] All that ass, in your jeans Can Wale beat? Can Roscoe skeet? Long hair, she don't care, when she walk, she gets stares Brown-skin or a yellow bone, DJ, this my favorite song So I'ma make it thunderstorm, flood warning, Flocka, yeah Blow it, fuck it, I don't care, Jacksons flying everywhere Tap my partner Roscoe, like, "Bruh, I'm drunk as hell, can't you tell? Threw me 70 bands, bet 50 stacks, oh fucking well I'm tryna hit the hotel with two girls that swallow me Take this dick while I swallow, Pink Moscato got her freaky Hey, you got me in a trance (Damn), please take off your pants Pussy pop on a handstand, you got me sweating Please pass me a fan, damn See Waka Flocka Flame LiveGet tickets as low as $65You might also like[Chorus: Roscoe Dash] Girl, the way you're moving got me in a trance (Yeah) DJ, turn me up, ladies, this your jam (Come on) I'ma sip Moscato, and you gon' lose them pants (Ooh) Then I'ma throw this money while you do it with no hands (L'eggo) Girl, drop it to the floor (Yeah) I love the way your booty go (Come on) All I wanna do is sit back and watch you move (Ooh) Ayy, ayy, Wale And I'll proceed to throw this cash (L'eggo) She said, "Look, ma, no hands" [Verse 2: Wale] She said, "Look, ma, no hands", and no, darling, I don't dance And I'm with Roscoe, I'm with Waka, I think I deserve a chance I'm a bad motherfucker, go and ask then motherfuckers A young handsome motherfucker I sling that wood, I just Nunchuck them And who you with? And what's your name? And you not hip? Boo, I'm Wale And that D.C. shit, I rep all day And my eyes red cause of all that haze Don't blow my high, let me shine Drumma on the beat, let me take my time Nigga want beef? We can take it outside Fight for what broad? These hoes ain't mine Is you out your mind? You out your league I sweat no bitches, just sweat out weaves Wear out tracks, let me do my thing I got sixteen for this Roscoe thing But I'm almost done, let me get back to it Whole lotta loud and a lil' Backwood Whole lotta money, big tip, I would I put her on the train, little engine could, bitch [Chorus: Roscoe Dash] Girl, the way you're moving got me in a trance (Yeah) DJ, turn me up, ladies, this your jam (Come on) I'ma sip Moscato, and you gon' lose them pants (Ooh) Then I'ma throw this money while you do it with no hands (L'eggo) Girl, drop it to the floor (Yeah) I love the way your booty go (Come on) All I wanna do is sit back and watch you move (Ooh) And I'll proceed to throw this cash (Roscoe Dash, okay, l'eggo!) [Verse 3: Roscoe Dash] OK, R-O-S-C-O-E (O-E), Mr. Shawty-Put-It-On-Me (Please) I be going HAM (HAM), shawty upgrade from bologna (Please) Them niggas tipping good, girl, but I can make it flood (I can) 'Cause I walk around with pockets (Pockets) that are bigger than my bus (Whoa) "Rain, rain, go away"—that's what all my haters say My pockets stuck on overload (Whoa), my rain never evaporates (No) No need to elaborate (Never), most of these ducks exaggerate (They do) But I'ma get money, nigga, everyday stunting, nigga Ducks might get a chance after me (Go) Bitch, I'm balling like I'm coming off of free throws (Yes) Just ahead of the game, no cheat codes (No) Lambo, Roscoe, no street code (Skrt!) And your booty got me lost like Nemo (Go) Go, go, go, g— go'n' and do your dance (Right now) And I'ma throw this money while you do it with no hands, go (I'm gone!) [Chorus: Roscoe Dash] Girl, the way you're moving got me in a trance (Yeah) DJ, turn me up, ladies, this your jam (Come on) I'ma sip Moscato, and you gon' lose them pants (Ooh) Then I'ma throw this money while you do it with no hands (L'eggo) Girl, drop it to the floor (Yeah) I love the way your booty go (Come on) All I wanna do is sit back and watch you move (Ooh) And I'll proceed to throw this cash (L'eggo!)60

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Supa Dupa

Big Sean

[Intro: Big Sean] Uh huh Yeah, (yeah) Uh (yeah...) Finally Famous D-town what it is? (whaddup) Eastside, Westside Southwest. (Detroit!) Yeah (yeah) Can you say G.O.O.D. Music? Can you say G.O.O.D. Music? And we do's this Uhn. Get ready for the next dynasty nigga! Finally Famous the album comin' soon nigga B-I-G, beetch! Look [Verse 1: Big Sean] I am a supa' - dupa - troopa' Used to the bottom, scuba So I'm on the grind, skateboard or scooter 'Til I am the king of my castle - Koopa Dawg, I took a shot in the dark in the industry of sharks That's surrounded by water - Cuba I can make an Einstein's mind feel stupor' And I can make an insecure bitch feel super' Realest nigga ever - Kunta - Kinte Ultra - master - super - sensei Dawg in the ninth inning we're just tryna' hit a homer - Marge Comprende' - hard - al dente M.J. - Jordan or Jackson Only difference is, I ain't fuckin' with these kids Sean - Big A problem too big - Trig You nigga's ain't shit - pissed, tsk, tsk See Big Sean LiveGet tickets as low as $70You might also like[Hook x2: Big Sean] I does it, I - I does it (does it) And I'm a make this look like nothin' (nothin') Watch me make this look like nothin' (it's nothin') I'm a make this look like nothin' [Verse 2: Big Sean] I am Solo, Dolo When they see me on my high horse - Polo See what I'm wearin', I know those Hoes who'll want the same thing - homo - Elton - Jojo Made for the block, O'Neal, Romo You hated on the block - Robo - PoPo But more importan-t-ly The story of my life, is to get glory off the mic.'s - Quincy Remember that F - F doesn't stand for Fendi Finally Famous, you are an attendee You are labeled small - indie - Semmi or semi And I'm expected to blow - Lindsay And if she's on my pipe, I will make her go down - Drano Tell the bitch to eat her heart out - Kano Hannibal - Cannibal Sean, the man up in the hood - mechanical This is the manual [Hook] [Outro: Big Sean] B. Right, you're a genius - yeah1

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Young Black Male

2Pac

[Intro: 2Pac, Ed O.G. & Ice Cube] Elam— Elam— Elam— Elam— Hard like an erection, young Black male Hard like an erection, ain't shit to fool with Hard like an erection, young Black male Hard like an erection, ain't shit to fool with Htiw loof ot tihs t'nia, noitcere na ekil drah Elam kcalb gnuoy, noitcere na ekil drah Young Black male (Yes, niggas) Yes, niggas Young Black male (Yes, niggas) Hard like an erection, young Black male Hard like an erection, ain't shit to fool with Hard like an erection, young Black male Hard like an erection (Go nigga, go) [Verse: 2Pac] Young Black male I'm tryna effect by kicking the facts And stacking much mail I'm packing a gat 'cause cops wanna jack And fuck going to jail 'Cause I ain't a crook, despite how I look I don't sell yayo They judging us brothers like covers on books Follow me into a flow I'm sure you know which way to go I'm hitting 'em out of the doors So simple and slow, they step on the flow I'm fucking the sluts and hoes The bigger the butts, the tighter the clothes They givin' ya jim many blows Then what do you know? It's off with some clothes Proud when the crowd says "ho" That let's me know they know I can flow I love when they come to my shows I get up and go with skins before When I'm collecting my dough I let 'em respect the way that I rep The quicker the nigga can wreck The bigger the check, now watch how they sweat Now what kind of style is that? The style of a mack and ready to jack I ran through the piles of wack The wacker the pack, the fatter the smack They hate it when real niggas bust They hate when I cuss, they threaten to bust I had enough of the fuss I bust what I bust and cuss when I must They gave me a charge for sales For selling the tales of young Black males You might also like[Outro] Yes, nigga N-I-G-G-A, niggas Ayy, nigga, you can't handle that shit Pass that, man Hit that shit, that's the shit It smell like skunk Skunk smell like that nigga over there mama Some old funky-ass shit We ain't nothin' but some low down dirty niggas Keep it real, nigga! Fuck you, nigga You ain't giving me near a dime on this real motherfucker Fuck St. Ides, it's an Olde E thing, baby Stick with some of that Hennessy Can I drink with you, fellas? Can I get in on it in here? Fuck you, Capo, you ain't in, baby I tell you what! You guys are not gonna be talking all that shit, when I come back, okay? We gonna see who the big mouth when I come back Young black male— male10

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You Don’t Know

Eminem

[Intro: Tony Yayo & 50 Cent] Shady! Yeah [Chorus: 50 Cent] Who run it? You know, you actin' like you don't know We run it, yeah, you know, but you actin' like you don't know Who run it? You know, you actin' like you don't know We run it, yeah, you know but you actin' like you don't know You know, you actin' like you don't know I tear the club up fo' sho' This flow is gon' bring mo' dough Yeah, you know, but you actin' like you don't know [Verse 1: 50 Cent] Now, homie, I say I run it, run it 'cause I'm in control Hpnotiq, Hennessy, a couple shots of Patrón I have you feelin' a'ight, I get you high as a kite Party poppin', shawty says she comin' with me tonight I ain't shoulder leanin', I ain't snappin' and poppin' Either I'm bobbin' my head or I'm just standin' there watchin' I'm a hustler, I hustle; you can tell that I'm paid And I protect what I got, I'm in the house with my blade Nigga, you front, you gon' get it, okay, now maybe I've said it 'Cause I want you to tridip, yeah, I be on that shidit You should see when I'm stuntin', I flash the stones to be wantin' Push the whip, see me rollin', you can tell that I'm holdin' I'm just doin' my thang, you know the Unit's the gang I got my grimy Shady with me, you front, you'll have to get me Off yo' ass, I pay the lawsuit and laugh Haha! It's not a big deal, it's nothin' but some cash Let's go! You might also like[Chorus: 50 Cent] Who run it? You know, you actin' like you don't know I tear the club up fo' sho' This flow is gon' bring mo' dough Yeah, you know, but you actin' like you don't know Who run it? You know, you actin' like you don't know I tear the club up fo' sho' This flow is gon' bring mo' dough Yeah, you know, but you actin' like you don't know [Verse 2: Eminem] When me and Fif' got together to do this music The more we became enveloped We just developed a fellowship through it It's no pretend shit, it's friendship, mi nemesis es su nemesis Same for him, it's just media, see to them it's just images But this shit is no gimmicks, this is blood in and blood out When it's beef you just gotta know when to butt in and butt out If there's a problem we solve it, if we don't resolve it It usually just evolves into one big brawl And we all get involved in it And we should all get a merit, this much beef we inherit And wear it like a badge of honor, pass it around and share it And let it go to whoever's holdin' The most current beef on their shoulders And their soldiers got their backs 'til it's over But tonight, we ain't come in here to beef with nobody We came to party: Banks, Ca$his, and Mr. Ferrari So it's Shady, Aftermizath, back in that ass, you izzask? Come izzon, what kinda fizzuckin' quizzestion is that? [Chorus: 50 Cent & Eminem] Who run it? You know, you actin' like you don't know I tear the club up fo' sho' This flow is gon' bring mo' dough Yeah, you know, but you actin' like you don't know Who run it? I said, you know but you actin' like you don't know I tear the club up fo' sho' This flow is gon' bring mo' dough Yeah, you know, but you actin' like you don't know [Verse 3: Ca$his] Pistol play, ricochet, see where the victim lay Slumped over bleedin'; J.F.K HK 'til your chest plate cave I'ma ride to the death, do you rep that way? Forever I'ma be a Shady 7-4 gangsta Pussy, I'll survive everything you got in that chamber I thrive off of danger, jumpin' in all beef You keep talkin' shit, now the squad have called me [Verse 4: Lloyd Banks] Enough holdin' back the steam, Em let off a magazine Dappadon Cappa Queens, mixed in with Ca$his creams Started off with half a dream, developed into what you see Tellin' ain't my cup of tea, can't tell I'm a fuckin' G? I'm on automatic when I'm at it, start static And you splattered, shit shattered, I'm a walkin' bitch magnet Spit it how I live it, live it all-way to the limit And I'm always on my pivot for my digits, you dig it? See... [Chorus: 50 Cent] Who run it? You know, you actin' like you don't know We run it, yeah, you know, but you actin' like you don't know Who run it? You know, you actin' like you don't know We run it, yeah, you know but you actin' like you don't know You know, you actin' like you don't know I tear the club up fo' sho' This flow is gon' bring mo' dough Yeah, you know, but you actin' like you don't know [Outro: Tony Yayo] You know who this is Shady, G-Unit, Aftermath Lloyd Banks, Ca$his, Marshall Mathers, Ferrari F-50 It's a movement, you can't stop it Talk of New York, Tony Yayo44

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Hi-Definition

Lupe Fiasco

[Chorus: Pooh Bear & (Snoop Dogg)] Gather 'round, go a-head and stare (You street folks don't need permission, my life's in hi-definition) Listen with your eyes follow with your ears (I don't need no intermission, my life's in hi-definition) [Verse 1: Lupe Fiasco] And my return (yeah!) is more like a re-up I hold a whole like a tea-cup World in one hand, while the other hand throw the peace up My other hand throwing "We" without the e up (Westside) I got like five more, man, I'm something like Shiva In that Fall of Rome Number Four Deluxe See, I've been around the world like the gnome But I come from a zone where the homes are beat up The folks, unknowns, and the stones all meet up Police tap my phone, got my songs on speaker Say he spat the poems, got their domes all geeked up To get up on they thrones and become young leaders Oprah put it on my culture, now, if that ain't wrong Imus got it from the rhymers, now, if that ain't blown They gave my man forty-four, now, if that ain't long I put it all on my shoulders, now, if that ain't strong I made it out alive from the streets of the west side C-H-I Now, if that ain't home, you better tell 'em You might also like[Chorus: Pooh Bear & (Snoop Dogg)] Gather 'round, go a-head and stare (You street folks don't need permission, my life's in hi-definition) Listen with your eyes follow with your ears (I don't need no intermission, my life's in hi-definition) [Verse 2: Lupe Fiasco] And in my flyness, I've become the hero and the sidekick The rider and the nigga that'll ride with In your ear like the maker of the "Vivrant" Assalamu Alaikum to the maker of the "Vivrant" Them other niggas I don't vibe with Now I was 'bout three when the eyes went But I could see everything that you trying to be You can't hide it While you coming out your throat like a Heimlich I came up out the belly like an Hype script Only my circumstance revised it Hijacked the role and went and shot the pilot I'm trying to go public so I can get to private Then send Busy to go and get the pirates Then hit Africa, try to fix the virus Go back to the hood, tell Huggy, "Open the hydrants" R.I.P Stack B., I'ma keep you alive, kid Dressed in something so fresh and wonderful F-N-F and S-N double O-P [Chorus: Pooh Bear & (Snoop Dogg)] Gather 'round, go a-head and stare (You street folks don't need permission, my life's in hi-definition) Listen with your eyes follow with your ears (I don't need no intermission, my life's in hi-definition) [Verse 3: Snoop Dogg] Lupey it's Snoopy, let's go wild Tiptoe through the door, do it doggystyle And tell all my chicks in Chi-i-cago Lupey hit the Lotto, Snoopy hit the bottle Dolemite tight, they bite, they might follow Take this chill pill, lil nigga swallow Recital is very homicidal The big screen will capture it, 'cause it's high-definition Listen, cooking collard greens in the kitchen Them alphabet boys on a mission If you ever get cash, you better get it quick fast 'Cause nowadays, niggas get to snitchin on yo' bitch ass Even your boys best believe in them toys, out your game Specially when a nigga know your real name Blam blam with the blammer Smile nephew, you on candid camera, film at eleven Dressed in something so fresh and wonderful F-N-F and S-N double O-P [Chorus: Pooh Bear & (Snoop Dogg)] Gather 'round, go a-head and stare (You street folks don't need permission, my life's in hi-definition) Listen with your eyes follow with your ears (I don't need no intermission, my life's in hi-definition)2

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Hot Tottie

Usher

[Intro: Jay Z] They call me King Hov, copy? They call me King Hov, copy? They call me King Hov, copy? They call me King Hov, copy? [Chorus: Usher & Ester Dean] I'm like, whoa, Kemosabe, your body is my hobby We freaking, this ain’t cheating as long as we tell nobody Tell your girls you leaving, I’ll meet you in the lobby I’m so cold, yeah, you that hot tottie Hot tottie, hot tottie I thought I'd never fall in love Thought I'd never fall in love with you [Verse 1: Usher] I see you like to talk, I hear you baby Claiming you a bad bitch, show me, baby I’m a wild boy, you trying to tame me, baby? Till I get away from the house, can you keep me faithful? Got a lot of girls, got a lot of flavor That's why when I hit them, they all need to return the favor Yeah, I hear you, what you saying, but hear it, babe That you get with me to the point where I'm screaming your name [Bridge 1: Usher] Said, I'm trying get your clothes off From what I'm seeing, you look so soft It's your body, what I'm going off Say, you go ride it, just don't fall off Yeah, I done had a lot of women that tell me what they can do But can you show me, babe? Yeah, you got me like... See Usher LiveGet tickets as low as $188You might also like[Chorus: Usher & Ester Dean] I'm like, whoa, Kemosabe, your body is my hobby We freaking, this ain’t cheating as long as we tell nobody Tell your girls you leaving, I’ll meet you in the lobby I’m so cold, yeah, you that hot tottie Hot tottie, hot tottie I thought I'd never fall in love Thought I'd never fall in love with you [Verse 2: Usher & Ester Dean] I'm a choosey lover, I pick em up Talk a lot of shit, I hope its good as you putting out Yeah, you fancy, huh? I’m trying to pull you out I see there’s a lot of girls standing 'round She say... You claim you're the best And I only want the best So I said, "I ain't gonna be here long" [Bridge 2: Usher] Girl, I'm trying to get you home and get your clothes off Skeet skeet a couple off and then you doze off You claiming it's better, wetter if I took it off Say, you gon' ride on, just don't fall off Yeah, I done had a lot of women that tell me what they can do But can you show me, babe? Yeah, you got me like... [Chorus: Usher & Ester Dean] I'm like, whoa, Kemosabe, your body is my hobby We freaking, this ain’t cheating as long as we tell nobody Tell your girls you leaving, I’ll meet you in the lobby I’m so cold, yeah, you that hot tottie Hot tottie, hot tottie I thought I'd never fall in love, thought I'd never fall in love with you [Bridge: Usher & Ester Dean] I'm so cold, I'm so cold (You!) I'm so cold, I'm so cold (You!) I'm so cold, I'm so cold (You!) I'm so cold, I'm so cold I need a hot tottie Will you be my hot tottie? She said she wanna make me better She wanna make me better [Interlude: Jay-Z] They call me King Hov, copy? They call me King Hov, copy? They call me King Hov, copy, copy, copy? [Verse 3: Jay Z with Usher] They call me King Hov, copy? Big balling is my hobby So much so they think I’m down with the Illuminati My watch do illuminate, my pockets are naughty But I’m God body, you better ask somebody I was born a God, I made myself a king Which means I downgraded to a human being You was born a Goddess, I made you my queen Which mean we upgraded to Louis the thirteen Hot tottie, her poppy like Cognac Her momma like herb tea, we birthed a couple of sacks And as the tea steeped, I creeped all in her tee-pee We did it Indian style, had the girls speaking In tongues, she like young, you hung, what you done done Stop it, before you wake up my mom, I might (ah) And now that you arrived, it’s time that I go I'm so cold, I'm so cold [Chorus: Usher & Ester Dean] I'm like, whoa, Kemosabe, your body is my hobby We freaking, this ain’t cheating as long as we tell nobody Tell your girls you leaving, I’ll meet you in the lobby I’m so cold, yeah, you that hot tottie Hot tottie, hot tottie I thought I'd never fall in love Thought I'd never fall in love with you [Outro: Usher & Jay-Z] I'm so cold, I'm so cold (Hov!) I'm so cold, I'm so cold (Hov!) I'm so cold, I'm so cold (Hov!) I'm so cold, I'm so cold I need a hot tottie Will you be my hot tottie? She said she wanna make me better She wanna make me better4

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Rocket Man (I Think It’s Going to Be a Long, Long Time)

Elton John

[Verse 1] She packed my bags last night, pre-flight Zero hour, 9 a.m.​​ And I'm gonna be high as a kite by then I miss the Earth so much, I miss my wife It's lonely out in space On such a timeless flight [Chorus] And I think it's gonna be a long, long time 'Til touchdown brings me 'round again to find I'm not the man they think I am at home Oh, no, no, no I'm a rocket man Rocket man burnin' out his fuse up here alone And I think it's gonna be a long, long time 'Til touchdown brings me 'round again to find I'm not the man they think I am at home Oh, no, no, no I'm a rocket man Rocket man burnin' out his fuse up here alone [Verse 2] Mars ain't the kind of place to raise your kids In fact, it's cold as hell And there's no one there to raise them if you did And all the science, I don't understand It's just my job five days a week A rocket man A rocket man You might also like[Chorus] And I think it's gonna be a long, long time 'Til touchdown brings me 'round again to find I'm not the man they think I am at home Oh, no, no, no I'm a rocket man Rocket man burnin' out his fuse up here alone And I think it's gonna be a long, long time 'Til touchdown brings me 'round again to find I'm not the man they think I am at home Oh, no, no, no I'm a rocket man Rocket man burnin' out his fuse up here alone [Outro] And I think it's gonna be a long, long time And I think it's gonna be a long, long time And I think it's gonna be a long, long time And I think it's gonna be a long, long time And I think it's gonna be a long, long time And I think it's gonna be a long, long time And I think it's gonna be a long, long time And I think it's gonna be a long, long time And I think it's gonna be a long, long time58

PopRock

Hotel California

Eagles

[Verse 1] On a dark desert highway Cool wind in my hair Warm smell of colitas Rising up through the air Up ahead in the distance I saw a shimmering light My head grew heavy and my sight grew dim I had to stop for the night [Verse 2] There she stood in the doorway I heard the mission bell And I was thinkin' to myself "This could be Heaven or this could be Hell" Then she lit up a candle And she showed me the way There were voices down the corridor I thought I heard them say [Chorus] "Welcome to the Hotel California Such a lovely place (Such a lovely place) Such a lovely face Plenty of room at the Hotel California Any time of year (Any time of year) You can find it here" See Eagles LiveGet tickets as low as $232You might also like[Verse 3] Her mind is Tiffany-twisted She got the Mercedes Benz, uh She got a lot of pretty, pretty boys That she calls friends How they dance in the courtyard Sweet summer sweat Some dance to remember Some dance to forget [Verse 4] So I called up the Captain "Please bring me my wine" He said, "We haven't had that spirit here Since 1969" And still those voices are callin' From far away Wake you up in the middle of the night Just to hear them say [Chorus] "Welcome to the Hotel California Such a lovely place (Such a lovely place) Such a lovely face They livin' it up at the Hotel California What a nice surprise (What a nice surprise) Bring your alibis" [Verse 5] Mirrors on the ceiling The pink champagne on ice, and she said "We are all just prisoners here Of our own device" And in the master's chambers They gathered for the feast They stab it with their steely knives But they just can't kill the beast [Verse 6] Last thing I remember, I was Running for the door I had to find the passage back To the place I was before "Relax," said the night man "We are programmed to receive You can check out any time you like But you can never leave" [Guitar Solo]250

Rock

Stairway to Heaven

Led Zeppelin

[Intro] [Verse 1] There's a lady who's sure all that glitters is gold And she's buying a stairway to Heaven When she gets there she knows, if the stores are all closed With a word she can get what she came for Ooh, ooh, and she's buying a stairway to Heaven There's a sign on the wall, but she wants to be sure 'Cause you know sometimes words have two meanings In a tree by the brook, there's a songbird who sings Sometimes all of our thoughts are misgiven [Chorus] Ooh, it makes me wonder Ooh, makes me wonder [Verse 2] There's a feeling I get when I look to the West And my spirit is crying for leaving In my thoughts I have seen rings of smoke through the trees And the voices of those who stand looking [Chorus] Ooh, it makes me wonder Ooh, really makes me wonder You might also like[Verse 3] And it's whispered that soon if we all call the tune Then the piper will lead us to reason And a new day will dawn for those who stand long And the forests will echo with laughter [Chorus] Oh-oh-oh-oh-woahhh [Verse 4] If there's a bustle in your hedgerow, don't be alarmed now It's just a spring clean for the May queen Yes, there are two paths you can go by, but in the long run There's still time to change the road you're on [Chorus] And it makes me wonder Ohh, woah [Verse 5] Your head is humming, and it won't go, in case you don't know The piper's calling you to join him Dear lady, can you hear the wind blow? And did you know Your stairway lies on the whispering wind? [Guitar Solo] [Bridge] And as we wind on down the road Our shadows taller than our soul There walks a lady we all know Who shines white light and wants to show How everything still turns to gold And if you listen very hard The tune will come to you at last When all are one, and one is all To be a rock and not to roll [Outro] And she's buying a stairway to Heaven287

Rock

Reminder

JAY-Z

[Verse 1: Jay-Z] All rhymers with Alzheimer's, line up please All mamis with mind freeze, please line up please All bloggers with comments, please, I come in peace Let's see if we can kill your amnesia by the time I leave All mamis I whored before'll vouch for me Tell 'em 'bout the time on your momma's couch, mami (Ahh) All hustlers who ever bought a eighth from me Take this time out to set the record straight for me 'Member me? Silver bullet, hard top Ben-t-ley They think I'm out of shape, so I have to jog they memory Think with indelible ink, I let the pen go Verses permanently tattooed, serve as mementos Ugh, I'm so mental My track record speaks for itself, I'm so instrumental Allow me to rekindle, let's all Reminisce like Mary did I think I have to send you a reminder, here it is [Chorus: K. Briscoe & Jay-Z] Reminder (uhh), reminder (uhh) I got it if you needed a reminder (uhh) Reminder (uhh), reminder (uhh) I think I better give you a reminder (uhh) Reminder (uhh), reminder (uhh) I got it if you needed a reminder (uhh) Reminder (uhh), reminder (uhh) 'Cause I can give you a friendly reminder (uhh) You might also like[Verse 2: Jay-Z] What the hell have y'all done? To even heav-an opinion on what I've been doin' What the hell have y'all won? Only thing you can identify with is losing Ten number one albums in a row, who better than me? Only The Beatles, nobody ahead of me I crush Elvis and his Blue Suede Shoes Made the Rolling Stones seem sweet as Kool-Aid too '96, '97, '98, '99 2000, 2001 and beyond '02, '03, '04, '05 '06 and 7, '08, '09 Back-to-back, double plat', I did what you won't Men lie, women lie, numbers don't Ain't nothin' changed for, me 'cept the year it is I think I have to send you a reminder, here it is [Chorus: K. Briscoe & Jay-Z] Reminder (uhh), reminder (uhh) I got it if you needed a reminder (uhh) Reminder (uhh), reminder (uhh) I think I better give you a reminder (uhh) Reminder (uhh), reminder (uhh) I got it if you needed a reminder (uhh) Reminder (uhh), reminder (uhh) 'Cause I can give you a friendly reminder (uhh) [Verse 3: Jay-Z] Do what I've done without cryin' In the environment in which I did it in without dyin', my nigga Then rap like I rap without lyin' Then tie 'em both together like I am, my nigga Then write sixteens in between runnin' sixteen bid'nesses All the while showin' these young punks what the bid'ness is As if, I'ma let you niggas style on me As if, now everybody's senile on me Throwbacks, I threw 'em back, remember those, button-ups? Young Hov, tell them ordinary Joe's button up I destroy your 4.0's And Benz 500's it all points to oh! Now you niggas 'member me? Tell me how could you forget Back of Johnny's album cover, red and blue Gucci shit Ain't nothin' changed but the year it is I think I have to send you a reminder, here it is [Chorus: K. Briscoe & Jay-Z] Reminder (uhh), reminder (uhh) I got it if you needed a reminder (uhh) Reminder (uhh), reminder (uhh) I think I better give you a reminder (uhh) Reminder (uhh), reminder (uhh) I got it if you needed a reminder (uhh) Reminder (uhh), reminder (uhh) 'Cause I can give you a friendly reminder (uhh)8

Hip-HopRap

Bohemian Rhapsody

Queen

[Intro] Is this the real life? Is this just fantasy? Caught in a landslide, no escape from reality Open your eyes, look up to the skies and see I'm just a poor boy, I need no sympathy Because I'm easy come, easy go, little high, little low Any way the wind blows doesn't really matter to me, to me [Verse 1] Mama, just killed a man Put a gun against his head, pulled my trigger, now he's dead Mama, life had just begun But now I've gone and thrown it all away Mama, ooh, didn't mean to make you cry If I'm not back again this time tomorrow Carry on, carry on as if nothing really matters [Verse 2] Too late, my time has come Sends shivers down my spine, body's aching all the time Goodbye, everybody, I've got to go Gotta leave you all behind and face the truth Mama, ooh (Any way the wind blows) I don't wanna die I sometimes wish I'd never been born at all You might also like[Guitar Solo] [Verse 3] I see a little silhouetto of a man Scaramouche, Scaramouche, will you do the Fandango? Thunderbolt and lightning, very, very frightening me (Galileo) Galileo, (Galileo) Galileo, Galileo Figaro magnifico But I'm just a poor boy, nobody loves me He's just a poor boy from a poor family Spare him his life from this monstrosity Easy come, easy go, will you let me go? Bismillah! No, we will not let you go (Let him go) Bismillah! We will not let you go (Let him go) Bismillah! We will not let you go (Let me go) Will not let you go (Let me go) Will not let you go (Never, never, never, never let me go) Ah No, no, no, no, no, no, no (Oh, mamma mia, mamma mia) Mamma mia, let me go Beelzebub has a devil put aside for me, for me, for me! [Verse 4] So you think you can stone me and spit in my eye? So you think you can love me and leave me to die? Oh, baby, can't do this to me, baby! Just gotta get out, just gotta get right outta here [Outro] (Ooh) (Ooh, yeah, ooh, yeah) Nothing really matters, anyone can see Nothing really matters Nothing really matters to me Any way the wind blows690

Rock

Get Ya Gun

Cam’ron

[Verse 1] That's my word (word!); I flip herb, birds Coke, crack, dope, smack; oh, snap! Heard, herb Should talk in sign language, y'all don't deserve words I get my serve swerved; may leave 'em 1st, 3rd Stop lyin'? Lie for what? Steer a whip, drive it up Steer a brick, pie it up; supply the stuff, fly as fuck Said word, (word!) nigga; just observe, I disturb From New Jerse to the curb, make absurd figures Stop lyin', picture me poutin'; dog, could you fish in a fountain? Bad bitch switchin' and bouncin' (in what?) in that Christian Louboutin Word, on everything, on everything, you still in spinners Know what I feel in the winter? 80 degrees, deal with a winner I know some rowdy rowdy niggas that rock a Audi proudly One thing 'bout me: doubt me, bounty Saudi shout me I'm sprayin' it well, I'm playin' the sell Fifty mil like David Chappelle, my paper propel Won't lay in a cell; you takin' a L [Hook] This is fun, nigga; you should run, nigga Get ya, get ya, get ya, get ya, get ya gun, nigga This is fun, nigga; you a dumb nigga Get ya, get ya, get ya, get ya, get ya gun, nigga What let's go to the car, what let's go to the car Get ya, get ya, get ya, get ya, get ya gun, nigga You might also like[Interlude - Beth Melillo] Did you know that a 3 year old has the physical strength to shoot a gun? Juvenile gun possession is a problem If a child obtains an improperly stored gun The adult owner is criminally liable (killa!) The restrictions are endless [Verse 2] Yo, sell you crack for a dub, it's a package of love (it's all love) The car's far, I'm at the bar, got my gat in the club (poppin' Sizzurp) And my ratchet is snub (snub), just for you actin' a thug You will get smacked with some bub, I got my mask and my glove Yup, we wildin' again, the cops you dialin' again (what) Guns matchin' my jeans (what's that?) I'm just stylin' my friend I better get squashed (why?) When that telly is ready, I medley a deadly, a sauce That'll petty a steady already get heavy and hard And I got them mami's screamin', "Dammit, man!" Really, "Dammit, Cam!", hand in hand to a Phantom tan (God Damn) Pam pam man, no man or land could jam with me (nope) Damn fam a jamboree, posse gangs and family (where we at) In front of the corner store under the canopy Chick wanna stand with me, she gotta drink a can of pee (here, drink this) That's a pineapple soda (what's this) this a pineapple Rover (what happened?) Don't sit on the hood, time after time I done told ya1

Comics and Games

Roses

OutKast

[Verse 1: André 3000] Caroline (Caroline), see, Caroline All the guys would say she's mighty fine (mighty fine) But mighty fine only got you somewhere half the time And the other half either got you Cussed out or comin' up short Yeah, now dig this, now even though (even though) You'd need a golden calculator to divide (to divide) The time it took to look inside and realize That real guys go for real down to Mars girls, haha, yeah [Chorus: André 3000] I know you'd like to think your shit don't stank, but Lean a little bit closer, see Roses really smell like boo-boo-ooh Yeah, roses really smell like boo-boo-ooh I know you'd like to think your shit don't stank, but Lean a little bit closer, see Roses really smell like boo-boo-ooh Yeah, roses really smell like boo-boo-ooh [Verse 2: André 3000] Caroline, (Caroline), see She's the reason for the word 'bitch' (bitch) I hope she's speedin' on the way to the club Tryna hurry up to get to a baller or singer or somebody like that And try to put on her makeup in the mirror and crash, crash Crash into a ditch (Just playin') She needs a golden calculator to divide (to divide) The time it takes to look inside and realize That real guys go for real down to Mars girls, yeah You might also like[Chorus: André 3000] I know you'd like to think your shit don't stank, but Lean a little bit closer, see Roses really smell like boo-boo-ooh Yeah, roses really smell like boo-boo-ooh I know you'd like to think your shit don't stank, but Lean a little bit closer, see Roses really smell like boo-boo-ooh Yeah, roses really smell like boo-boo-ooh [Verse 3: Big Boi] Well, she's got a hottie's body but her attitude is potty When I met her at a party, she was hardly acting naughty I said, "Shorty, would you call me?" She said, "Pardon me, are you balling?" I said "Darling, you sound like a prostitute pausing" Oh, so you're one them freaks Get geeked at the sight of an ATM receipt But game been peeped, droppin' names, she's weak Trickin' off this bitch is lost, must take me for a geek A quick way to eat, a neat place to sleep A rent-a-car for a week, a trick for a treat No go on the raw sex, my AIDS test is flawless Regardless, we don't wanna get involved with all them lawyers And judges just to hold grudges in a courtroom I wanna see your support bra, not support you (Not support you, not support you) [Chorus: André 3000] I know you'd like to think your shit don't stank, but Lean a little bit closer, see Roses really smell like boo-boo-ooh Yeah, roses really smell like boo-boo-ooh I know you'd like to think your shit don't stank, but Lean a little bit closer, see Roses really smell like boo-boo-ooh Yeah, roses really smell like boo-boo-ooh Yeah, I I know you'd like to think your shit don't stank, but Lean a little bit closer, see Roses really smell like boo-boo-ooh Yeah, roses really smell like boo-boo-ooh I know you'd like to think your shit don't stank, but Lean a little bit closer, see Roses really smell like boo-boo-ooh Yeah, roses really smell like boo-boo-ooh I know you'd like to think your shit don't stank, but Lean a little bit closer, see Roses really smell like boo-boo-ooh Yeah, roses really smell like boo-boo-ooh I know you'd like to think your shit don't stank, but Lean a little bit closer, see Roses really smell like boo-boo-ooh Yeah, roses really smell like boo-boo-ooh I know you'd like to think your shit don't stank, but Lean a little bit closer, see Roses really smell like boo-boo-ooh Yeah, roses really smell like boo-boo-ooh I know you'd like to think your shit don't stank, but Lean a little bit closer, see Roses really smell like boo-boo-ooh Yeah, roses really smell like boo-boo-ooh [Bridge: André 3000] Better come back down to Mars Girl, quit chasing cars What happens when the dough gets low Bitch, you ain't that fine, no way, no way, no way Better come back down to Mars Girl, quit chasing cars What happens when the dough gets low Bitch, you ain't that fine, no way, no way, no way [Outro: Big Boi] Crazy bitch Crazy bitch Crazy bitch Crazy bitch Crazy bitch Crazy bitch Crazy bitch (Bitch) Crazy bitch (Stupid-ass bitch) Crazy bitch (Old punk-ass bitch) Crazy bitch (Old dumb-ass bitch) Crazy bitch (A bitch's bitch) Crazy bitch (Just a bitch) Crazy bitch (Stupid-ass bitch) Crazy bitch (Old punk-ass bitch) Crazy bitch (Old dumb-ass bitch) Crazy bitch (A bitch's bitch) Crazy bitch (Just a bitch)78

Hip-HopRap

N.Y. State of Mind Pt. II

Nas

[Produced by DJ Premier] [Intro] Uhh.. yo Whattup? Whattup? It's time man (word, it's time?) Straight up (it's time, man) Aight, set that shit off (set it off then, nigga) Set it off (set if off) [Verse 1] Broken glass in the hallway, bloodstained floors Neighbors look at every bag you bring through your doors Lock the top lock, momma should've cuffed me to the radiator Why not? It might've saved me later from my block N.Y. cops, hookers crawlin' off the stroll, coughin' Stitches in they head, stinkin' and I dread thinkin' they be snitchin' But who else, could it be, shook at these, unmarked vans Parked in the dark—NARC's, where's your heart? Hustlers starve—they bust a U-ey, I jog To my building—come out later wearin' camouflage See the sergeant and the captain—strangle men Niggas gaspin' for air 'til they move no more and just stare With dead eyes—tired of riots, shit is quiet Simple-minded fools infiltrate grimy crews Overcrowded cribs, uncles home from bids, sisters pregnant Fathers on drugs, moms is smokin', beds is piss-infested Had 8 partners growin' up, 8 turned to 7 7 turned to 6 niggas, got 2 in heaven 6 of us holdin' it, now it's 5 rollin' thick The 6th one's parole flipped, 5 niggas went to 4 quick When he went O.T., college life Converted into gangbangin', 4 niggas still hangin' Years passin' and slang changin'—3 of us now, 4th nigga ain't around We all thought he was real—he did the snake shit Fake shit—beat his ass down Yo his mouth could've got us all wasted, what a fuckin' clown All I got left in the end is 2 of my best friends And we all goin' out to the death for these ends What? You might also like[Chorus (repeats in bridge)] New York, New York (New York state of mind) New York, New York (New York state of mind) [Bridge] You heard about it, you see about it You read about it, it's in your papers It's in your daily news ("Get money!") New York chronicles, every day The crime rate, the murder rate The money rate, the paper chase (aight?) You know what I mean? New York state of mind, baby (oh, yeah) Check it out (yeah) [Verse 2] I'm at the gamblin' spot, my hands on a knot New York Yankee cap cover my eyes, stand in one spot I take a nigga dough, send him home to a shoebox You lost that nigga I put your dollar in the jukebox Hear my favorite song, all these niggas sing along All the cigarette smoke's cloggin' my lungs Hoodrats flashin' they tongue Young thugs blastin' they gun, we got reputations Bitches and niggas both on parole or probation Shit is sick, niggas got gats, army fatigues I got my eyes glued on whoever walk in or leave 'Cause I ain't playin', niggas'll run up in here and shoot up this shit Stick yo' ass up, niggas'll find the loot in your kicks Bunch of triple-cross niggas, just New York niggas Lift you off your feet when they was just talkin' with you Some of these dudes the Feds be on 'em, you knew 'em for years Be the type when you walk in a pub, they offer you beers That ain't gangsta, niggas is up North with tatted tears Your name's on the affadavit, you ratted kid Faggot-ass niggas that be scared to do they bids Fuck you, we run you out of N.Y, you can't live Got your quiet niggas, that relocated down South Comin' back to floss, then you got the jealous loudmouths All of a sudden we got Crips and Bloods, D.T.'s Runnin' round quick to split your mug, it's easy To score but it's hard to get the shit off Niggas fightin' over hundred sales, jump in the car and drive off When the fiend come around the block, happy as hell Niggas mad 'cause they ain't get a piece of that sale Cutthroat connivers, universal, ghetto survivors Go to any hood that's live and make it liver A lot of niggas schemin', some real, some niggas frontin' But I'm a big dreamer, so watch me come up with somethin' [Chorus] New York, New York New York, New York31

Hip-Hop

Threat

JAY-Z

[Produced by 9th Wonder] [Intro: Cedric the Entertainer] Yo, what's up, pimp, this threats That's right, that's the, the that's, this threats, pimp And I'm serious about mine, I'm so sincere And I, nigga, I'll kill ya, I'll chop ya up Put ya inside the mattress like drug money, nigga [Break: Jay-Z] Yeah, I done told you niggas nine or en times, stop fuckin' with me I done told you niggas, nine albums, stop fuckin' with me I done told you niggas, the 9 on me, stop fuckin' with me You niggas must got nine lives 9th Wonder [Verse 1: Jay-Z] Put that knife in ya, take a little bit of life from ya Am I frightenin' ya? Shall I continue? I put the gun to ya, I let it sing you a song I let it hum to ya, the other one sing along Now it's a duet and you wet when you check out The technique from the two TECs and I don't need two lips To blow this like a trumpet, you dumb shit This is a unusual musical, I conduct it You lookin' at the Black Warren Buffett So all critics can duck sick I don't care if you C. Delores Tuck-it Or you Bill O'Reilly, you only rilin' me up For three years, they had me peein' out of a cup Now they 'bout to free me up, what you think I'm gon' be, what? Rehabilitated? Man, I still feel hatred I'm young, Black and rich so they wanna strip me naked, but You'll never have me like Christina Aguiler-y But catch me down the Westside, drivin' like Halle Berry Or the FDR, in the seat of my car Screamin' out the sunroof, "Death to y'all" You can't kill me, I live forever through these bars I put the wolves on ya, I put a price on your head The whole hood'll want ya, you startin' to look like bread I send them boys at ya, I ain't talkin' 'bout feds Nigga, them body-snatchers, nigga, you heard what I said You might also like[Chorus: Jay-Z] I make 'em wait for you 'til five in the mornin' Put your smarts on the side of your garment Nigga, stop fuckin' with me R... I... P... [Interlude: Cedric the Entertainer] That's right there, nigga, nigga, I'm wild Nigga, I keep trash bags with me Never know when you gotta dump a nigga out This sincere, this some sincere shit right here! [Verse 2: Jay-Z] Grown man, I put hands on you I dig a hole in the desert, then build the Sands on you Lay out blueprint plans on you We Rat Pack niggas, let Sam tap dance on you Then I Sinatra, shot ya, goddamn you I put the boy in the box like David Blaine Let the audience watch, it ain't a thang Y'all wish I was frontin', I George Bush the button For the oil in your car, lift up your hood, nigga run it Then lift up your whole hood like you got oil under it Your boy got the goods, y'all don't want nothin' of it Like, castor oil, I'll Castor Troy you Change your face or the bullets change all that for you Y'all niggas is targets, y'all garages for bullets Please don't make me park it in your upper level Valet a couple strays from the .38 special, nigga, God bless you [Chorus: Jay-Z] I make 'em wait for you 'til five in the mornin' Put your smarts on the side of your garment Nigga, stop fuckin' with me R... I... P... [Interlude: Cedric the Entertainer] Yeah, I'm threatenin' ya, yeah! I'm threatenin' ya! Who you thank you dealin' with? They call me Threats, nigga I been makin' threats since I been in kindergarten, nigga! Huh, ask about me, see if you ain't heard [Verse 3: Jay-Z] When the gun's tucked, untucked, nigga, you dies Like nunchuks held by the Jet L-I I'm the one, thus meaning, no one must try No two, no three, no four—know why? Because one's four-five might blow yo' high You ain't gotta go to church to get to know yo' God It's a match made in heaven when I—[blaow!]—'splay the 7 Put you on "The Nigga News," UPN at 11 Where you been? You ain't heard? Got the word that I'm—[pew-pew!]—that I'm so sincer'? I'm especially Joe Pesci with it, friend I will kill you, commit suicide and kill you again That's right [Chorus: Jay-Z] I make 'em wait for you 'til five in the mornin' Put your smarts on the side of your garment Nigga, stop fuckin' with me R... I... P... [Outro: Cedric the Entertainer] Whattup? Motherfucker, I keep three motherfuckers what? Nigga, I'll throw a Molotov cocktail Through your momma's momma's house Nigga, what the, where everybody live! Undercover nigga, take your teeth out your mouth, nigga Chew your food up and put the shit back in your mouth, nigga And help you swallow Nigga, I take a mop handle off, nigga And sweep, nigga, hold on, I'll be, nigga, what?19

Hip-HopRap

Premeditated Murder

J. Cole

[Verse 1] Am I changing right before your eyes? Becoming someone you don't recognize As if I was disguised, I'm on that shit as if I was the flies I'm touching skies, no puffing lye Man these songs that I made in my bedroom and shit Goin' finally give a nigga leg room in the whip From a Civic to a seven must've died and went to heaven Like a passenger on 9/11, please go find a reverend You see I promised that I'd never change But that was way before I made the dough and met the game Say hello to Miss Thang, I forgot yo name, she yellow And even white women want a nigga, Othello I'm balling with nuggets, like fuck it I'm Carmelo Now the crib got much rooms, Portobello She drop it low and then she bust moves for the fellow I sit your ass down like you was playing a cello See, you niggas hated and I levitated further Knew I would kill the game, premeditated murder So if it comes down, may the best man win No sweat like a headband then, nigga [Chorus] Where I'm from, if you ever seen what I seen You know it can't get no better for me No, it can't get no better for me Where I'm from, if you ever seen what I seen You know it can't get no better for me No, it can't get no better for me You might also like[Verse 2] I'ma kill the game and invite witnesses No death penalty, I'm giving life sentences Like keep grinding boy, your life can change in one year And even when it's dark out, the sun is shining somewhere Yeah, look here I paid dues My own worst enemy so fuck it, either way I can't lose 808's so my south niggas feel me Light-skinned it so the house niggas feel me She catch me creeping out your house she'll kill me Is it worth for what's under that blouse? My heart'll turn pitch black and cold if I split with my girl If I could gift-wrap the globe, I would give you the world But, do you love me like you used to? Even though I ain't that nigga that you're used to Remember back when I was broke? You would fix me Do you prefer the broke me or the rich me? The broke me couldn't buy you meals, not even a value meal And now I pay for everything, how you feel? Mixed feelings 'cause now all the chicks feeling him You gotta adapt though, I'm never going back [Chorus] Where I'm from, if you ever seen what I seen Hey, you know it can't get no better for me No, it can't get no better for me Where I'm from, if you ever seen what I seen Hey, you know it can't get no better for me No, it can't get no better for me [Outro] I can't keep running away I can't keep running away I swear I'm coming back one day Hey What if I'm wrong And I ain't got what it takes Then all them people that was counting on me Boy won't you climb down the mountain for me18

Hip-HopRap

What’s Hardcore

K’naan

[Verse 1] I put a pen to the paper This time as visual as possible Guns blast at the hospital The walls are white washed with tin rooftops To show love, you lick two shots It's dangerous man Journalists hire gunmen, there's violent women Kids trust no one cause fire burnt them Refugees die in boats, headed for peace Is anyone scared of death here? Not in the least I walk by the old lady selling coconuts under the tree Life is cheap here, but wisdom is free The beach boys hang on the side, leaning with pride Scam artists and gangsters fiending to fight I walk with three kids that can't wait to meet God Lately, that's Bucktooth, Muhammad and Crybaby What they do everyday just to eat, Lord have mercy Strapped with an AK and they bloodthirsty [Hook] So what's hardcore? Really, are you hardcore? Hmm [Verse 2] We begin our day by the way of the gun Rocket propelled grenades blow you away if you front We got no police ambulance or fire fighters We start riots by burning car tires They looting, and everybody start shooting Bullshit politicians talking about solutions, but it's all talk You can't go half a block without a road block You don't pay at the road block you get your throat shot And each road block is set up by these gangsters And different gangsters go by different standards For example, the evening is a no-go Unless you wanna wear a bullet like a logo In the day you should never take the alleyway The only thing that validates you is the AK They chew on Jad, it's sorta like coca leafs And there ain't no police You might also like[Hook] [Verse 3] I'mma spit these verses cause I feel annoyed And I'm not gonna quit till I fill the void If I rhyme about home and got descriptive I'd make 50 Cent look like Limp Bizkit It's true, and don't make me rhyme about you I'm from where the kids is addicted to glue Get ready, he got a good grip on the machete Make rappers say they do it for love like R. Kelly It's hard, harder than Harlem and Compton intertwined Harder than harboring Bin Laden and rewind (To that earlier part when I was kinda like) We begin our day by the way of the gun Rocket propelled grenades blow you away if you front We got no police ambulances or fire fighters We start riots by burning car tires They looting, and everybody starts shooting [Hook]

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The Dream Shatterer

Big Pun

[Produced by Domingo] [Verse 1] A-yo, I shatter dreams like Jordan, assault and batter your team Your squadron'll be barred from rap like Adam and Eve from the garden I'm carvin' my initials on your forehead So every night before bed, you see the BP shine off the boardhead Reverse that, I curse at the first wack nigga with the worst rap 'Cause he ain't worth jack Hit him with a thousand pounds of pressure per slap Make his whole body jerk back, watch the Earth crack Hand him his purse back I'm the first Latin rapper to baffle your skull Master the flow, niggas be swearin' I'm blacker than coal, like Nat King I be rappin' in tongues, packin' the ones Magnums, cannons and Gatling guns It's Big Pun — the one and only son of Tony Montana You ain't promised mañana in the rotten manzana Come on, pana, we need more rhymers Feel the marijuana, snake bite, anaconda A man of honor wouldn't wanna try to match my persona Sometimes rhymin', I blow my own mind like Nirvana Comma, and go the whole nine like Madonna Go try to find another rhymer with my kind of grammar [Chorus] When you awaken, your manhood'll be taken Fakin' like you Satan when I'm the rhymin' abomination When you awaken, your manhood'll be taken Fakin' like you Satan when I'm the rhymin' abomination You might also like[Verse 2] I'm pure adrenaline, uncut, straight to the gut, medicine Raw cure for pain, I coat your brain like polyurethane Simple and plain, I'll explain it in layman terms If you came to learn how to make fire, I'mma make it burn Higher and hotter than lava, the scholar adviser As smart as MacGyver, could put honor inside the heart of a liar Involved in a life of crime, fuck it, I like the shine Up in the white and lime, clutched with the pipe design Plushed out (No doubt), both pockets about to bust out If you not in it for the spinach, GET THE FUCK OUT! Take a hike, we can even battle to make it right Go 'head, lace the mic, you finished? SAY GOODNIGHT! Head-to-head in the street, I'll leave you dead on your feet Settlin' beef, I'll even let you rhyme to the "Benjamins" beat But it won't matter, your dreams still gon' shatter It's a long ladder to climb, and mine is on the stagger So get outta town, 'fore I hit you with the loudest sound You ever heard; Desert Bird, player, you outta bounds [Chorus] When you awaken, your manhood'll be taken Fakin' like you Satan when I'm the rhymin' abomination When you awaken, your manhood'll be taken Fakin' like you Satan when I'm the rhymin' abomination When you awaken, your manhood'll be taken Fakin' like you Satan when I'm the rhymin' abomination When you awaken, your manhood'll be taken Fakin' like you Satan when I'm the rhymin' abomination [Verse 3] You know the Pun'll diss you if your whole steez is unofficial I'll come and get you and let the Desert Eez tongue-kiss you With one pistol and two clips, I'll make your crew do flips Like acrobatics, I'm charismatic, my gat is magic It makes rappers disappear, whisper in your ear, crystal clear "Come here, let me kiss your tears!" Everything you fear is here, you ain't gotta search further The first murder's the worst, now I thirst further For reverse birth, every verse hurts, every curse word's Already more offendin' than Eddie Murph's worst I thirst for blood like a vampire Any man claimin' his game's tighter IS A GODDAMN LIAR! I set 'em on fire, retire your train of thought Drain a quart of blood out ya brain and leave ya insane in the dark The King of New York, lays his crown in the Boogie Down And sprays the town with the MAC, hoodied down I'm no joke, I'll soak your face with a sweeper Die in disgrace or face your death through the speaker [Chorus] When you awaken, your manhood'll be taken Fakin' like you Satan when I'm the rhymin' abomination When you awaken, your manhood'll be taken Fakin' like you Satan when I'm the rhymin' abomination When you awaken, your manhood'll be taken Fakin' like you Satan when I'm the rhymin' abomination When you awaken, your manhood'll be taken Fakin' like you Satan when I'm the rhymin' abomination23

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Pass the Dutch

Young Money

[Produced by Chase N. Cashe] [Verse 1: Lil' Wayne] Ugh! Too many women and not enough time I'm a cool cat, but I'm on Life Nine Pimping ain't dead 'cause I be the lifeline And I don't buy the bar 'cause it don't sell white wine Go on, let that light shine, balling for a lifetime Smoking on that nice pine, Weezy baby flight-flying You can call him your husband, call me at nighttime And even though women change, I will always like dimes And yeah, I'm quite fine, but shawty much finer And I just get behind her and smack it like E. Honda And please don't hate on me when you see me with Keyana 'Cause she wilder than Nirvana and colder than your honor Holler at your boy mañana, Maybach come with a recliner Run up on it and shit will get uglier than an iguana This is only a reminder, it's Young Money—don't forget it And I'm Weezy F. Baby, you might find it on her titty Would you— [Chorus: Short Dawg] Pass me the dutchie with your left hand I got the whole club nodding like a yes man I'm in my Polo tee, Gucci sweatpants She on that jubilee, call me the ex-man P—P—Pass me the dutchie with your left hand I got the whole club nodding like a yes man I'm in my Polo tee, Gu—Gucci sweatpants (Ugh) She on that jubilee, call me that ex-man (Look) You might also like[Verse 2: Short Dawg] Chilling with my posse, 'bout to call some ladies over (Uh-huh) Tell them this is YME, so when you come, you can't leave sober (Right) You would think she came with buttons by the way that I control her (That's right) Put her on a tab, now she rolling like a baby stroller (Ah) I’m the freshest niggas seen (Seen), weapon in my jeans (Jeans) Shoot your lights out, I’m like Redick with the beam (Beam) Life's a game of chess, and I'm heading for your queen (Uh-huh) Not my stomach and my thighs, but her head is in between (Eww) She wetter than a stream (Yeah), I drink medicine to lean (Sipping) Keep a cup in my hand like I'm begging for some cheese (Haha) I fall off in the party (Ugh), yeah, I'm kinda tardy (I know) But if a hater trip, we ride on him like a Harley Look, you call it "getting married," I call it "acting selfish" (Suckers) My belt got G's on it like a Packers helmet And I'ma hit it if you bring your girl around (I promise) But the weed is like my collar (Why?), 'cause I might just turn it down if you— [Chorus: Short Dawg] Pass me the dutchie with your left hand I got the whole club nodding like a yes man I'm in my Polo tee, Gucci sweatpants She on that jubilee, call me the ex-man P—P—Pass me the dutchie with your left hand I got the whole club nodding like a yes man I'm in my Polo tee, Gu—Gucci sweatpants (Ugh, Gudda) She on that jubilee, call me that ex-man [Verse 3: Gudda Gudda] Okay, tool on deck (Deck), I'm newborn fresh (Fresh) I knock your friends down (Down), and you going next (Ha) Young—Young Money, fly nigga, all the bitches after me (Chyeah) Murder in the bed, and you gon' be my next casualty (Ha) Automatic stick, but I give it to her manually I'm giving dick out year-round, and you can get it annually Styrofoam filled with a strawberry Fanta treat Leaning—I'ma need a kickstand to stay on my feet Get out my business, like I kicks you out my office I ain't worried 'bout the price; I'm more concerned with the offer Fresh to death like I got dressed in a coffin With a party in my pocket, blue and red dolphins I'm high as a motherfucker, let me do my thing, bitch I'm doing me, and your girl doing the same shit I'm in the car, getting head as I lane-switch D—Double G: I do my thing, bitch! Now, you could— [Chorus: Short Dawg] Pass me the dutchie with your left hand I got the whole club nodding like a yes man I'm in my Polo tee, Gucci sweatpants She on that jubilee, call me the ex-man P—P—Pass me the dutchie with your left hand I got the whole club nodding like a yes man I'm in my Polo tee, Gu—Gucci sweatpants She on that jubilee, call me that ex-man [Verse 4: Drake] Ugh, 'kay, I told you, "Catch up"—did you make a mil' yet? I can't predict how many of them I can still get October's Own is such a fucking real set No tats, but the ink on my money still wet Life is such a beach; it's sandy all around me I came here with Young Money, man, that's family all around me I'm in my living room, and I got Grammys all around me And famous bitches doing nose candy all around me Welcome to the life, the life that's meant for me My Bentley has a tint, and so you got to squint to see I hollered at your girl; that's when she went with me But please don't blame yourself, 'cause it just wasn't meant to be They say I'm one of the illest; that's just off a first impression And my cards always accepted, I don't deal well with rejection I look in the dictionary and don't see the word "recession" I don't smoke in public, but tonight, I'll make an exception, so just— [Chorus: Short Dawg] Pass me the dutchie with your left hand I got the whole club nodding like a yes man I'm in my Polo tee, Gucci sweatpants She on that jubilee, call me the ex-man P—P—Pass me the dutchie with your left hand I got the whole club nodding like a yes man I'm in my Polo tee, Gu—Gucci sweatpants She on that jubilee, call me that ex-man3

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Hiatus

Joe Budden

[Verse: Joe Budden] Two years, waits up, still sleep, wake-up Girl gone, break-up, mind right, cake up Friends came, friends left Bullshit is endless, been next Hip-Hop, really not impressed Maybe just my love died Sober, still above high Slugs fly, eyes sucked dry, still a thug cries I cried 'till I can't cry no more Believe my own nonsense, I can't lie no more Soul dead, breathless; I can't sigh no more Wheels already fell off, I can't ride no more I guess I pack up all of my belongings and just troop it You know it's beef when a smart nigga gets stupid Cause then it's justified, rationale nullified Steven shot 8 times, almost thought my brother died See he was raised different, I know his mother tried His arms tied, I'm trying to teach dude to touch the sky But still shorty wild, turned on by 40 Cals Was young, never saw me wild, clutch Robert Horry style No wonder I picked-up triggers to beef I only ever fist fought wit niggas bigger than me I never been the one to try and grab shit in my reach Incompliant, you have now witnessed the breach I feel like life is all written, understand my math Got on my knees, told God I had a plan, He laughed I mean... hours passed, no sleep, cowards get a slow leak Showered twice the whole week, powerless control freak Thinkin' about suicide, won't though I'm scrutinized Life nigga; do or die, hood want 'em crucified Jewelry on, fresh dressed, model broads excess Phone calls, death threats, tell me what's the next step What's what, who's who, paranoid as usual Grippin' on my deuce-deuce, either way a lose-lose All I need is one mic, razor blades, gun fights Room without no sunlight, understand son's plight If done right, won't seek and fail I don't follow the path, I'm creatin' my own to leave a trail It's no rhyme or reason nor reason or rhyme No more food for thought, shit deceasin' the mind Now they doubtin' my desire, second guessin' my fashion Like bringin' of weapons of mass in when you question my passion I live for this, not the Baguettes and the fame Got signed havin' an answer, then the question changed Sayin' Jump Off don't sound right is blasphemous downright I astound mics, music is just what feelings sound like So even though when I do it it's flames For a while felt like I was makin' music in vain We don't do it same, I use it for change Y'all do it for change, I use it for pain But keep doin' ya thang' Soundscan skyrocket Build all this hype 'bout it, prayin' people might cop it This is just my logic, maybe it's psychotic Though labels try to stop it this is my antibiotic So lemme' start doin' what dudes like A nigga in the booth feelin' fresher than some new Nikes Dawg, and I cruise like cruise control Fuck that! I can't do it, I might lose my soul Even though it should help a nigga to his goal Would defeat the whole purpose Naw, that ain't what Jers is Naw, that would be worthless Bars soundin' nervous A nigga much deeper than what you see on the surface I'd rather resort back to snatchin' purses Finally understanding what the gift and the curse is If I was more concerned about a purchase I would tell y'all it's about to go down like bird shit It takes courage, me versus urges A wordsmith that got caught-up in label merges And what's worse is, I been deserted in the circus Up-and-left the circuit, it's dead like hearses Sicker than them pedophiles workin' in them churches That ain't the type shit I deem fit for my verses Dawg, so lemme' help niggas understand Mouse Dawg, why try to fit in when you a stand-out? It's no album, but the money never ran out Aside from rap, I'm kinda' focused on land now. (You know?) Cause I don't know whurr' the game is I know we jus' been attacked by a Hurricane Chris Some niggas can't fathom what money and fame is Or some niggas get it by usin' they stainless Or some niggas get it, but they can't sustain it Me? I'm regular Joe, I don't let it change shitYou might also like1

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Last Real Nigga Alive

Nas

[Intro] Uhh, uhh, uhh [Chorus] Lord have mercy, Jesus Christ He's just nice, he just slice like a Ginsu Look at the life that I've been through I'm the last real nigga alive, that's official Lord have mercy, Jesus Christ He's just nice, he just slice like a Ginsu Look at the life that I've been through (uhh) I'm the last real nigga alive, that's official [Verse 1] Y'all don't know about my Biggie wars Who you thought "Kick in the Door" was for? But that's my heart, y'all still trippin' off the Jigga shit Real niggas listen up and I'ma tell you how the whole thing start Off top I brung Queens up from hard times Rockin' at the Fever, streets was all mine It was my version of the blues, droppin' out schools The crack epidemic had rap representin' new rules So I got in them shoes, tried 'em, wore them Wasn't a perfect fit so I couldn't sport 'em Young murderers ride, I knew all them Jungle got shot, Will died, we was warrin' I wrote it in my album I was 18 when Lake seen the Island, and Lord held me down and My surroundings started changin', I had a baby I was makin' my rounds with AZ Niggas started noticin' my flow and was open when The Golden Child closed 'em in With more style than them older men Puff tried to start a label, Prince Rakeem had formed Wu-Tang Snoop and Dre had a new thing So Puff drove his new Range through Queensbridge Projects He let me drive it, before Ready to Die hit Big and I hit blunts performin' at the Ark Next thing you knew, Big blew and all the ballin' starts He had Kim in his crew, I found Fox Only niggas in New York with number one charts Big was ahead of his time, him and Raekwon My niggas, but dig it, they couldn't get along That's when Ghostface said it on The Purple Tape Bad Boy bitin' Nas album cover, wait Big told me Rae was stealin' my slang And Rae told me, out in Shaolin, Big would do the same thing But I borrowed from both them niggas Jigga started to flow like us, but hit with "Ain't No Niggas" Had much Versace swagger Big admired the Brooklynite and took him in as Iceberg the rapper Today, don't know nothin' about this boss shit There's more shit than wantin' to be this King of New York shit Uhh, uhh, uhh You might also like[Chorus] Lord have mercy, Jesus Christ He's just nice, he just slice like a Ginsu Look at the life that I've been through I'm the last real nigga alive, that's official Lord have mercy, Jesus Christ He's just nice, he just slice like a Ginsu (uhh) Look at the life that I've been through (yeah) I'm the last real nigga alive, that's official [Verse 2] Rap became a version of Malcolm and Martin Rest in peace Will, Queensbridge live on There's some ghetto secrets I can't rhyme in this song There's some missing pieces I had to leave out Had lost trust for Steve Stoute at some point 'til I got to know him We old friends, but what's loyal? Puff soaked Interscope offices with champagne bottles on Steve And Steve thought the drama's on me 'Cause previously it would've been, against whoever Friends forever However, I learned, with some niggas it's all business But I'm a street dude with morals Then this nigga's with Jigga too much He used to say Jay wanted my spot I laughed, stayed home, never hung a lot A quiet man who used to be alone plannin' Baby moms thought I was too quiet, couldn't stand it She hit the streets, later on she hittin' the sheets With a rapper who wanted me on his songs, thinkin' he strong I taught her how to watch for cars who might follow Taught her street shit that I know Her weakness was shine yo But that's her, I ain't mad, baby, it made me stronger Now I get my paper longer Illmatic I was boss, It Was Written I flossed One of the most creative LP's ever to hit stores In The Firm I learned I Am NAStradamus QB's Finest, Oochie Wally, faced more problems I gave it all up so I can chill at home with Mama She was gettin' old and sick so I stayed beside her We had the best times, she asked would I make more songs I told her not 'til I see her health get more strong In the middle of that, Jay tried to sneak attack Assassinate my character, degrade my hood 'Cause in order for him to be the Don, Nas had to go The Gam-B-I-N-O rules I understood What y'all want, see, I already had The Gift and The Curse? Fuck that shit, the first you'll be last I'm the man's man, a rapper's rapper G-O-D, S-O-N – they'll be none after I was Scarface, Jay was Manolo It hurt me when I had to kill him and his whole squad for dolo... Uhh, uhh, uhh [Chorus] Lord have mercy, Jesus Christ He's just nice, he just slice like a Ginsu Look at the life that I've been through I'm the last real nigga alive, that's official Lord have mercy, Jesus Christ He's just nice, he just slice like a Ginsu Look at the life that I've been through I'm the last real nigga alive, that's official13

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Banned from T.V.

Lil Wayne

[Intro] Ugh Arms [Verse] Ayo, it’s Weezy Motherfucking, easy with the hating Bitch, I’m in the building, you just decorating I’m just detonating, then I get blatant More dangerous than internet dating Scoob got the cameras on, so I gotta show off I'll put your sister on, I'll knock your bro off Weezy spit snowballs, catch it in your face bitch Good-Game Wayne, man, I deserve a Naismith Cook 'caine game flow, dope in the vein flow I only be smoking the purple out the rainbow Stronger than Drano, your boyfriend a lame-o And if you stay with him, then y’all in the same boat Deep-Water Carter, fishing for a dollar You can join the salad, I’m splitting your tom-a-ta Ball 'cause I gotta, you’ll love me in the morning I told her I'm a king, them other niggas Prince Charming She love to rock my mic, she say there's nothing like performing Man, I'm in love with her grill, George Foreman Forewarning: Young Money’s armed And we can shoot it out, I got the money drawn Yeah! Take that to the bank with you I rock my hat to the side like I paint pictures Smoke weed, talk shit, like Lane Kiffin Whole country in recession, but Wayne different Huh, and I’m a Maybach rider Haven’t drove it one time, I got a cool Black driver Can't walk around with guns, I got a dude that got 'em Don’t worry if I'm shootin' as long as you don't get shot (Arms) And I'm a beast, I'm a pitbull I get my ass kissed, I get my dick pulled I—I'm a beast, I'm a big bull I got my money right, I got my clip full, haha Yeah, it’s, like, seven in the morning, nigga I’m up for whoever the opponent, nigga Stop the track—let me relish in the moment, nigga Now, bring that motherfucker back, 'cause I’m zoning, nigga I go hard like Rafael Nadal And if the bitches worth having, then I bet we have 'em all And man, I'm so high, it's like an everlasting fall And I’m charging these hoes like women basketball Ugh! I bet that chopper get his mind right Leave a hole in his chest like a lion bite Superhero car, like I crime-fight I see big cheese, you niggas blind mice Ugh, T-Streets still roll with me Still sticking to the script, like Nicole Kidman Need the man hit? We are those hitmen He stopped running; the bullet holes didn’t Ugh, basically, I’m still a monster 'Til the fat lady sing—I come to kill a opera Y'all too plain, I'm a helicopter My words keep going, like a teleprompter I’m a asshole—wipe me down, bitch I get big checks—Niketown, bitch Yeah, mean mug, Bobby Brown shit And the flag red, like clown lips (Arms) Ugh, T, I can't stop goin' Drop my best shit, like the Cowboys dropped Owens I’m the best to ever do it, motherfucker, I know it No Ceilings, Goddammit, now the fucking sky showing, ugh! You might also like[Outro] Hahahahaha!16

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POWER (Remix)

Kanye West

[Intro: JAY-Z] Is this thing on? Oh, I thought they silenced us, Ye Power to the people [Verse 1: JAY-Z] We livin' in that 31st century, futuristic fly shit The penthouse is the projects and everybody flies private New watches (You know what time it is), watch us (You see us) They can't stop us, the prophets, biatches! [Chorus: Kanye West, JAY-Z & Kobe] No one man should have all that power (Yeah) The clock's tickin', I just count the hours (Yeah) Stop trippin', I'm trippin' off the power No one man should have all that power [Verse 2: JAY-Z] Rumble, young man, rumble Life is a trip, so sometimes, you gon' stumble You gotta go through pain in order to become you But once the world numbs you, you'll feel like it's only one you Man, you got the power to do anything you want to Until you ask yourself, "Is this what this all comes to?" Looking at life through sunglasses and a sunroof But do you have the power to get out from up under you? Fuck all these labels, fuck what everybody wants from you They tryna Axl Rose you, welcome to the jungle To be continued, we on that Norman Mailer shit In search of the truth even if it goes through Taylor Swift Tell her this! You might also like[Chorus: Kanye West, John Legend & Kobe] No one man should have all that power Yea-ey-yea-ey-yeah-ey! Oh oh (And they say) yeah-ey (And they say) Oh oh (And they say) yeah-ey (And they say) Oh oh (And they say) yeah-ey (And they say) No one man should have all that power [Bridge: Kanye West] Now when I walk in, everybody do the "Power" clap Clap, clap, clap Fresh for the club, I just took a half an hour nap Clap, clap, clap I seen people go crazy when the whole world in our lap Clap, clap, clap My socket was out the plug, now it’s time to get the power back Clap, clap [Verse 3: Kanye West] I seen people abuse power, use power Misuse and then lose power Power to the people at last, it’s a new hour Now we all ain't gon' be American Idols But you could 'least grab a camera, shoot a viral Hanh! Take the power in your own hands I’m a grown man, doing my grown dance I don’t stop until I see the end, my vision clear, bitch I’m on my Van Gogh, I don’t hear shit [Chorus: Kanye West & John Legend] No one man should have all that power The clock's tickin', I just count the hours Stop trippin', I'm trippin' off the power 'Til then, fuck that, the world's ours (Ey-yeah!) Oh oh (And they say) yeah-ey (And they say) Oh oh (And they say) yeah-ey (And they say) Oh oh (And they say) yeah-ey (And they say) Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay (The power) [Verse 4: Kanye West] Now everything I'm rhyming on cause a Ramadan Been a don, praying for the families lost in the storm Bring our troops back from Iraq, keep our troops out of Iran So the next couple bars, I'ma drop 'em in Islam They say "As-salamu alaykum", say "Wa alaikum as-salaam" That's no Oscar Mayer bacon, you should run and tell your mom Now the question is, how we gon' stop the next Vietnam Keep Flex out of Korea, 'cause you know he drop bombs [Break: Swizz Beatz] Showtime! Ayo Yeezy, man, stop playing with these people, man They want see you act all crazy in this motherfucker, man Take that jacket off and go crazy on them niggas, man You know what I’m talking about? (I got the power!) [Verse 5: Kanye West & Swizz Beatz] What do it mean to be the boss? (Oh!) It mean second place is the first one who lost (Oh!) The crucifixion, the being nailed to the cross (Oh!) Truth or fiction, it’s a hell of a cost Do the dishes! (Bounce!) I’m about to hit that Jeff Gordon (Ayy!) Michael Jordan, the only one more important (Ayy!) But I be feeling like Jordan when I’m recording (C-c-c) 'Cause every time I record, I dunk and slap the boards I don’t know what these rappers gonna do afterwards (Oh!) Prol'ly spaz like I might do at the awards (Right!) Huh, I got the whole crowd going crazy (Ayy!) Homie, I should be rewarded (Woo!) Gettin' money, Yeezy, Yeezy, how you do it, huh? (Woo!) Eating Wheaties, drinkin' Fiji, being greedy, huh (C-c-c) Don’t even think you can allude to the rumors (C'mon!) I’m immune to the boos, I’ma prove to you losers (Huh?) It’s all in timing, nigga (Get 'em!) See, I dreamed my whole life that I could rhyme with Jigga (Get 'em!) Now Jay my big brother and Bey my lil' sister (Get 'em!) And excuse me, but, you can’t see my lil' sister (Hands in the air!) Number one sound across the board, hey (Oh!) Number one now and forevermore, hey (Oh!) Number one rule is, "Niggas, don’t hate" Maybe I’ll drop the album... nah, y’all gotta wait (Oh!) And on the net, they showing pictures of my Cali place My Maybach in NY but it still got the Cali plates All my old girls know that I’m the one that got away (Woo!) I think about 'em Christmas and play some Donny Hathaway (Ayy!) And keep my bulletproof-hater coat on Chill, Ye, Ye, chill! Chill, chill, chill! Looking at some photos that I’m looking crazy dope on (Yah!) Hand up, talking shit, yeah, I get my Pope on And go home with something to poke on (Woo!) That’s what Dre said, but this what 'Ye said (Right!) How 'Ye doing? Who 'Ye screwin'? (Huh?) That’s for my dick to know, before you get to know him She ain’t give you ass, that pussy fictional I gotta give her the eviction no- -tice, "Get yo’ ass out, bitch, vamonos" (Oh!) Five seconds to the song end, we getting close (Hah?) I got the power, motherfucker, if you didn’t know [Outro: Swizz Beatz] Chill, chill, chill, man Chill, 'Ye, chill, chill, chill Shit's burned up already It's over32

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Music Box

Eminem

[Intro] Yeah Yeah, girl Can you hear that? It's playing our song Are you sleepy? Take a nap You're not afraid of the dark, are you? [Verse 1] You hear the beat as it makes ya not want to go to sleep I knock on Dakota's door; it's locked, so I go to creep 'Round the back with binoculars, not 'cause I wanna peep But because I'm hungry, she smells like tacos, I wanna eat Visions of hot chocolaty marshmallows, all so sweet With sugar plums; oh, look Here comes Marshall, he's on your street He's placing hot, smoldering charcoals beneath your feet Now walk on 'em; he's dancing with carcasses cheek to cheek Like a Thanksgiving turkey, a holiday ham Cinnamon sprinkled on toast, strawberry marmalade jam Flavor my favorite graham crackers with JonBenét Rams' I guess a modern-day Jack the Ripper is all that I am [Chorus] (My music box) 'Cause when the lights are off, I see the girl's asleep (My music box) But I can hear you, my love, you keep calling me (My music box) Although we're worlds apart, you mean the world to me (My music box, my music box) So once you call, I come, I will answer (My music box) 'Cause when the lights are off, I see the girl's asleep (My music box) I hear my music box playing a song for me (My music box) So won't you twirl around and do a whirl for me? (My music box, my music box) And would you be my private little dancer? You might also like[Verse 2] I almost look comatose; who wants to be sober? Gross I foam like a Doberman, mouth open, I overdose Put coke up my nostrils in both my holes, then I plug my nose My pupils quadruple in size, eyes are so bugged, I know I put on my mother's makeup, get naked and run around Wavin' the gun around, I think I'm down to a hundred pounds There's thunder, I wonder how come it rains, but the sun is out? The devil's upset with his wife, they must be sluggin' it out I must be buggin' the fuck out, but what the fuck about? Voices are leading me up to the attic, I love my house They pull and they tug my blouse, the sound of a music box Comes from inside a toy chest, but what do I do? It's locked I pick it and open it, but it's stuffed full of human parts I dig 'til I find it, I wind it up, and the tune just starts It's playing a song, so beautiful, and the room is dark The moon is full, I smell a funeral, guess I'll loom in the park [Chorus] (My music box) 'Cause when the lights are off, I see the girl's asleep (My music box) But I can hear you, my love, you keep calling me (My music box) Although we're worlds apart, you mean the world to me (My music box, my music box) So once you call, I come, I will answer (My music box) 'Cause when the lights are off, I see the girl's asleep (My music box) I hear my music box playing a song for me (My music box) So won't you twirl around and do a whirl for me? (My music box, my music box) And would you be my private little dancer? [Verse 3] I'm fixated on asphyxiatin' and breakin' This little chick's neck like a Pixy Stick The sick, Satan-worshippin' bitches get horse whippings I'm in the back, through the back door slippin' Through the crack, leavin' the corpse drippin' The mortician of love, sent from above Forced entry, the more wenchy the more stingy I become Been doing this for more than a quarter-century, I'm just numb Am I dreaming, is it real? Someone pinch me on the buns The time has come to tie her up, gotta roll me the ladder I've had enough of the chatter Climb up to the window, look at her Then climb in slow to shatter her brain matter and batter her With a bat; a matter of fact, that will splatter her But before I do that, I'll have a chat to flatter her Give her two compliments back to back, like "Tabitha I'm your secret admirer, I'm back to ravish ya So strong is your fight, but you're no match for Dracula" Prolonging her plight as I go back to stabbin' her Dismember her limbs, simple as that: cadaver her Zoom in with the lens, then pan back the camera Stand back, 'cause here comes your man Jack, so Pamela [Chorus] (My music box) 'Cause when the lights are off, I see the girl's asleep (My music box) But I can hear you, my love, you keep calling me (My music box) Although we're worlds apart, you mean the world to me (My music box, my music box) So once you call, I come, I will answer (My music box) 'Cause when the lights are off, I see the girl's asleep (My music box) I hear my music box playing a song for me (My music box) So won't you twirl around and do a whirl for me? (My music box, my music box) And would you be my private little dancer?68

Rap

Daydreamin’

Lupe Fiasco

[Produced by Craig Kallman] [Hook: Jill Scott] Daydream I fell asleep amid the flowers For a couple of hours On a beautiful day Daydream I dream of you amid the flowers For a couple of hours Such a beautiful day [Verse 1: Lupe Fiasco] As I spy from behind my giant robot's eyes I keep him happy 'cause I might fall out if he cries Scared of heights, so I might pass out if he flies Keep him on autopilot 'cause I can't drive Room enough for one, I tell my homies they can't ride Unless they sitting on the shoulders, but that's way too high Let's try not to step on the children The news cameras filming this walking project building Now there's hoes selling holes like right around the toes And the crackheads beg at about the lower leg There's crooked police that's stationed at the knees And they do drive-bys like up and down the thighs And there's a car chase going on at the waist Keep a vest on my chest, I'm sitting in my room As I'm looking out the face, something to write about I still got some damage from fighting the White House Just a You might also like[Hook: Jill Scott] Daydream I fell asleep amid the flowers For a couple of hours On a beautiful day Daydream I dream of you amid the flowers For a couple of hours Such a beautiful day [Verse 2: Lupe Fiasco] Now come on everybody, let's make cocaine cool We need a few more half-naked women up in the pool And hold this MAC-10 that's all covered in jewels And can you please put your titties closer to the 22s? And where's the champagne? We need champagne Now look as hard as you can with this blunt in your hand And now hold up your chain, slow-motion through the flames Now cue the smoke machines and the simulated rain But not too loud cause the baby's sleeping I wonder if it knows what the world is keeping Up both sleeves while he lay there dreaming Me and my robot tip-toe 'round, creeping I had to turn my back on what got you paid I couldn't see, had the hood on me like Abu Ghraib But I'd like to thank the streets that drove me crazy And all the televisions out there that raised me I was [Hook: Jill Scott] Daydream I fell asleep beneath the flowers For a couple of hours What a beautiful day Daydream I dream of you amid the flowers For a couple of hours Such a beautiful day Daydream I fell asleep beneath the flowers For a couple of hours Such a beautiful day Daydream I dream of you amid the flowers For a couple of hours Such a beautiful day [Outro] (Dream, dream) (Dream, dream) (Dream, dream)26

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Cudi Zone

Kid Cudi

[Verse 1] Soarin', is this allowed? I sure bet my daddy proud A little nigga with a Shaker smile On top of the dreams is where I'm found Some figured I was Satan bound Until I came back with a style I found Then all of a sudden they fixed their faces 'Cause of who I know and the trail of places That I've stepped How many niggas wanna hate 'cause I left? How could you blame me and my plan of attack? 'Cause I'm risking my soul intact, now I'm heard all over the map Only rule of thumb It don't really matter just where you from All that really matter is where you gon' go Maybe upstate for some But you can’t rule out these cats for gone Second chances given out for some All you gotta do is take advantage Then maybe you can get yourself a horse and carriage Done pimpin', you can think about marriage, until then, get it Then find yourself and let's begin I'ma tell you how in a minute I'ma show you how I be livin' From a long time ago, a young nigga, he was timid Now I'm zoned, see things so vivid Hide my soul? Nah, homie, not even I'ma zone out 'til I lose feeling, remember I'ma be gone way past November Even, stay up there, up there Floatin', floatin', hopin' I can find peace somewhere See Kid Cudi LiveGet tickets as low as $103You might also like[Chorus] In my mind It sounds like oooooooh When I'm gone It feels like oooooooh When I'm zoned, I'm feeling alright I'm feeling alright, I'm feeling alright When I'm zoned, I'm feeling alright I'm feeling alright, I forget about it all [Verse 2] Ballin', is this allowed? Without feelin' like Shallow Hal Diamonds on the Jesus piece for style Back in Cleveland City we ride around Greetin' my niggas with dap and pound So if I fall, I won't hit the ground These are the things that'll make me smile Knowin' this blunt might burn a while I keep myself so lifted I am accustomed to new heights I feel perfect though they think it's worthless See without my flight, man Everybody wanna be a critic I have my life and I will live it Shut your mouth before I fuck it Ha, my jokes, they will love it If I'm seen on the scene with my slim cut jeans More than likely I am faded, man You are not the shit if everywhere you go Niggas ain't sitting, standing 'round hating, so My vice is when the lights start flashin' I'll be zonin', all alone then And the place where my mind is goin' Filled with songs that no one's knowin' And the Devil in a hot pink dress Tryna ask me for one dance He think he slick But my guardians protect me from his wrath So, in my place no hate shall enter Livin' high up there, up there Copin', copin', floatin' I will find peace somewhere [Chorus] In my mind It sounds like oooooooh When I'm gone It feels like oooooooh When I'm zoned, I'm feeling alright I'm feeling alright, I'm feeling alright When I'm zoned, I'm feeling alright I'm feeling alright, I forget about it all [Instrumental Bridge] [Chorus] In my mind It sounds like oooooooh When I'm gone It feels like oooooooh When I'm zoned, I'm feeling alright I'm feeling alright, I'm feeling alright When I'm zoned, I'm feeling alright I'm feeling alright, I forget about it all81

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Oh Boy

Cam’ron

[Intro: Cam'ron] Just Blaze (Oh baby) Oh baby (Uh) Killa [Verse 1: Cam'ron] All the girls see the (Boy), look at his kicks (Boy) Look at his car (Boy), all I say is (Oh boy) Look, mami, I'm no good, I'm so hood Clap at your soldiers sober, then leave after it's over, Killa I'm not your companion, or your man's stand-in Hit me when you wanna get rammed in, I'll be scramblin' (That's right) With lots of mobsters, shop for lobsters Cops and robbers, listen, every block is blaka (Blaka) But she like the way I diddy bop, you peep that? (Oh, you peep that, right?) Mink on, Mauri kicks, plus Chanel ski hat She want the (Boy), so I give her the (Boy) Now she screamin' out (Boy, boy, boy, boy), Killa, Killa Now she playin' with herself, Cam dig it out, lift her up Ma, it's just a fuck, girl, get it out, pick on up They want the boy Montana with guns with bandanas Listen to my homeboy Santana [Verse 2: Juelz Santana] Y'all niggas can't fuck with the (Boy), I'm tellin' ya (Boy) Put a shell in ya (Boy), now he bleedin' (Oh boy) Get him, call his (Boy), he wheezin', he need his (Boy) He screamin' (Boy, boy, boy, boy) Damn, shut up (Boy), he's snitchin' (Oh boy) This nigga's bitchin' (Boy), he's twisted (Oh boy) If feds was listenin' (Boy), damn, whoa, whoa, come on I'm in trouble, need bail money, shit Where the fuck is my (Boy)? I got trust for my (Boy) That's why I fuck with my (Boy), that's my nigga (Oh boy) He gon' come get his (Boy), he got love for his (Boy) That's my (Boy, boy, boy, boy) uh-huh, uh-huh You might also like[Verse 3: Cam'ron] When he got caught with the (Boy), we went to court for the (Boy) Just me and my (Boy), and we sayin' (Oh boy) Be on the block with my (Boy) with the rock or the (Boy) When the cops come— Squalie! Yeah, this is for the sports cars Bonita's, Jimmy's, PJ's, old school, eighteenth at the sports bar Eight or nine on the (Boy) Holla at your boy (Boy, boy, boy, boy), Killa, holla, listen It's the D-I-P (Boy) plus the R-O-C (Boy) You'll be D-O-A (Boy), your moms will say (Oh boy) Shit, ain't no stoppin' 'em, guns, we got a lot of 'em (Boy, boy, boy, boy, shit) Matter of fact, Guru start poppin' 'em Then slap up his (Boy), clap up his (Boy) Wrap up his (Boy), get them gats (Oh boy) Diplomats are them (Boy) for the girls and the (Boy) Say (Boy, boy, boy, boy), yeah, yeah [Verse 4: Juelz Santana] Now when they see Cam and his (Boy), they say damn (Oh boy) Santana's that (Boy) that squeeze hammers (Oh boy) Cannons and bandanas, blammers, we don't brandish (Boy, boy, boy) Blam at your man's canvas, then scram with your man's leaded And I'm back with my (Boy) [Verse 5: Cam'ron] Until that man is vanished Away in the Grand Canyon, these kids are grand standin' Niggas demand ransom over them grams scramblin' (Boy, boy, boy, boy) Well, fuck it, Van Damme 'em, Cam'll blam blam 'em Call up his (Boy), I'm down south tannin' Mami, I got the remedy, Tommy's up at the enemy Homi's and bodies, but now my body, you're feelin' finicky Killa and Capo, we chill in Morocco for reala We got dough, chinchilla dough and fill with them hollows, huh It's the (Boy) I said, it's the (Boy) I'm the (Boy, boy, boy, boy) Killa [Outro] Boy Oh boy Boy Oh boy Boy, boy, boy Boy, boy, boy, boy18

Comics and Games

All I Do Is Win (Remix)

DJ Khaled

[Intro: DJ Khaled, T-Pain, Jadakiss & Swizz Beatz] DJ Khaled (A-ayy) Hey, yeah (Showtime) This the remix We The Best [Chorus: T-Pain & Swizz Beatz] All I do is win, win, win, no matter what (What, yeah) Got money on my mind I can never get enough ('Nough, right, come on) Whenever me and Khaled do the remix (What's up?) Everybody hands go up (Go up, hey, ayy, showtime) And they stay there (Yeah, bow) And they stay there (Yeah, right) And they stay there (Right) Up, down, up, down, up, down (Ayy, ayy) 'Cause all I do is win, win, win (It's We The Best Music) And if you goin' in put your hands in the air make em stay there (DJ Khaled, I'm goin' in) [Verse 1: DJ Khaled, T-Pain & Rick Ross] Sittin' on the top floor, what you think I'm hot for? Every summer drop more, hits to make my stock go, up Them hands go, up, them bands go, up I'm number one in this bitch and I'ma, stay there We the best of the best, grind while you haters just sleep I'm yellin' "Free Weezy", I rep the heart of the streets Who hotter than me? (Khaled), I'm wearin' the crown (I'm on soon) We can't stop, won't stop; go hate on me now (Woo) You might also like[Verse 2: Rick Ross] I could never get enough when it come to gettin' fetti Niggas ain't ready for my Ferrari Scaglietti (Woo) Mario Andretti (Woo), money comin' fast My honeycomb hideout is made of all glass I could never be a racist Wake up every mornin' just to count white faces, Neo in the Matrix Glorious as Morpheus (Woo), employed all warriors I'm mean as a scorpion, Dr. Kevorkian [Verse 3: Busta Rhymes & T-Pain] Fire and brimstone, yo Everytime I come you gotta know a nigga comin' Get a lot of money when I'm in the buildin' And I come and say there ain't motherfucker money better, better, better, better Uh-huh, okay Niggas know I got you when I hit you with the pitter-patter Whenever they see me then you hear a lot of chitter-chatter Niggas know there ain't nobody better, better, better, better I watch a lot of niggas when I'm in the cut (Huh) So sick when I come and hit 'em in the gut (Oh) You will crown me king (No matter what!) (Get 'em!) Ok, let's shine my friend Get up on my grind again Some niggas'll be happy that I chose to rhyme with them 'cause [Chorus: T-Pain, Swizz Beatz & Diddy] All I do is win, win, win, no matter what (What, yeah) Got money on my mind I can never get enough ('Nough, right, come on) Whenever me and Khaled do the remix (What's up?) Everybody hands go up (Go up, hey, ayy, showtime) And they stay there (Yeah, bow) And they stay there (Yeah, right) And they stay there (Right) Up, down, up, down, up, down (Ayy, ayy) 'Cause all I do is win, win, win (Ayo, turn me up, man) And if you goin' in put your hands in the air make em stay there (I want them to hear me, yeah, yeah, ayo, check this out) [Verse 4: Diddy] Her heart racin' like she snort cocaine (C'mon) I got a billion reasons you should know my whole name (Name) Got the most paper Mr. New York Times (Yeah) I'm a natural born winner, nigga, New York mines (Mine, mine...) Everybody gettin' money but I cop the first six (Uh-huh) Now I run the game, so I toss the first pitch (Yeah) Yeah, I'll let you wife her but she still my first bitch (That's my bitch) If it's less then nine digits, nigga, that ain't fuckin' rich mother fucker [Verse 5: Nicki Minaj & DJ Khaled] Uh Ayo, all I do is win, ain't that the reason that you really mad Undisputed hailin' all the way from Trinidad (No) I ain't mad, ma, see you on your bummy swag I'm in that money green Jag, lot of money bags (Ah) I told Khaled you the best but I'm the bestest Better run for cover if your name is on my checklist You could talk slick, all the way down to the welfare Ask the IRS bitch, I'm payin' for your health care [Verse 6: Fabolous] Look, I'ma make this here official, Let me clear some issues First off I am not for Britney Spears initials Thats no B-S, at your request Lean back you and your crew, Fat Joe, T-S Yeah, it's Young Funeral (Yes), all black on me (Yes) So act like summer's over and fall back homie Winnin' is all I do (Do), I'll answer all of you (You) But y'all ain't sayin' shit (Shit), like prank callers do (Ha-ha-ha) [Chorus: T-Pain, Swizz Beatz & Jadakiss] All I do is win, win, win, no matter what (What, yeah) Got money on my mind I can never get enough ('Nough, right, come on) Whenever me and Khaled do the remix (What's up?) Everybody hands go up (Hey, ayy, showtime) And they stay there (Yeah, bow) And they stay there (Yeah, right) And they stay there (Right) Up, down, up, down, up, down (Uh, uh, uh) 'Cause all I do is win, win, win (Win, win, win) And if you goin' in put your hands in the air make em stay there (A-ayy, uh, yeah, yo) (C'mon, hands in the air!) [Verse 7: Jadakiss & Fat Joe] It's already proven, I got them birds movin' (Uh) All I do is win, I'm allergic to losin' (Yeah) Yellow gold cuban (Uh), nine mil Ruger (Uh) I'll show you what to do with 'em Finish 'em, I'm through with 'em (Done) They gon' have to jump me, it's gon' take a few of em (Yep) They don't want no problems, they might end up suin' em (Ha-ha-ha) Disassociate yourself, have nothin' to do with 'em We already got a jet, we tryna get two of em (Yeah, yeah, A-ayy) [Verse 8: Fat Joe] Just blew trial, crack lobsters Little Italy Your wife she a screamer yellin' "Slow down, Joe, you killin' me" Beat her like a prize fight, mommy, I’m a rude boy You just hit the Power Ball, everyday a new toy Nigga, it’s a stick up, a motherfuckin' robbery I done did some things that have Haitian Jack proud of me Ridin' through Harlem (Harlem), me and Jeezy pardon me Puffy surfin' on the hood for niggas that keep doubtin' me [Chorus: T-Pain & Swizz Beatz] All I do is win, win, win, no matter what (What, yeah) Got money on my mind I can never get enough ('Nough, right, come on) Whenever me and Khaled do the remix (What's up?) Everybody' hands go up (Hey, ayy, showtime) And they stay there (Yeah, bow) And they stay there (Yeah, right) And they stay there (Right) Up, down, up, down, up, down (Ayy, ayy) 'Cause all I do is win, win, win (Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh) And if you goin' in put your hands in the air make em stay there (C'mon, c'mon, hands in the air!)15

Hip-Hop

Get ’Em High

Kanye West

[Intro: Kanye West] Uh-uh, I'm tryna catch the beat Uh, I'm tryna catch the beat I'm tryna catch the beat, uh-uh, uh-uh I'm tryna catch the beat [Chorus: Kanye West] N-now, th-th-throw your motherfuckin' hands Get 'em high All the girls pass the weed to your motherfuckin' man Get 'em high Now I ain't never tell you to put down your hands Keep 'em high And if you're losin' your high, then smoke again Keep 'em high (Now, now, now, now) [Verse 1: Kanye West] My flow is in the pocket like wallets, I got the bounce like hydraulics I can't call it, I got the swerve like alcoholics My freshman year, I was going through hella problems 'Til I built up the nerve to drop my ass up out of college My teacher said I's a loser, I told her, "Why don't you kill me? I give a fuck if you fail me, I'm gonna follow My heart", and if you follow the charts Or the plaques or the stacks, you ain't gotta guess who's back, you see? I'm so Chi that you thought I was bashful But this bastard's flow will bash your skull And I will cut your girl like Pastor Tro' And I don't usually smoke, but pass the 'dro And I won't give you that money that you askin' for Why you think me and Dame cool? We assholes That's why we hear your music and fast forward 'Cause we don't wanna hear that weak shit no mo' You might also like[Chorus: Kanye West] N-now, th-th-throw your motherfuckin' hands Get 'em high All the girls pass the weed to your motherfuckin' man Get 'em high Now I ain't never tell you to put down your hands Keep 'em high And if you're losin' your high, then smoke again Keep 'em high (Now, now, now, now, now, You've got mail) [Verse 2: Kanye West, Sumeke Rainey & Talib Kweli] Now who the hell is this Emailing me at 11:26 Telling me that she thirty-six, twenty-six plus double-d? You know how girls on Black Planet be when they get bubbly At NYU but she hail from Kansas Right now, she just lampin', chillin' on campus Sent me a picture with her feelin' on Candice Who said her favorite rapper was the late great Francis W-H-I-T, it's getting late, mami Your screen saver say Tweet, so you got to call me And bring a friend for my friend, his name Kweli stick to your rib (I mean) That's my favorite CD that I play at my crib (I mean) You don't really know him, why is you lyin'? Yo Kwe, she don't believe me, please pick up the line She gon' think that I'm lyin', just spit a couple of lines Then maybe I'll be able to give her dick all the time And get her high (Yeah), ow [Verse 3: Talib Kweli & Common] I can't believe this nigga use my name for pickin' up dimes But never mind, I need some tracks, you tryin' to pull tracks out And my rhymes is finna blow, you trying to blow backs out Well, okay, you twisted my arm, I'll assist with the charm Ayo, ain't you meet that chick at that conference with your moms? Her sister the bomb, but she got the bougie behavior Always got something to say like a OkayPlayer-hater Anyways, I don't usually fuck with the Internet Or chicks with birth control stuck to they arm like Nicorette You really fuckin' that much or tryna get off cigarettes? (Keep 'em high) If she think it's fly, she ain't met a real nigga yet (No) I apologize if I come off a little inconsiderate I got the Bubba Kush and her sister could get a hit of it, yeah (Yo, yo) [Verse 4: Common] Get 'em high like noon or the moon Or a room filled with smoke, a hype filled with dope Y'all assumed I was doomed, out of tune But I still filled the notes with real nigga quotes Real rappers is hard to find like a remote Control, rap is out of Used to, but still got love That's why I abuse you who are not thugs Rock clubs like Tiger Woods in the hood Should have my own reality show called "Soul Survivor" I stole on live-er niggas than you You's a bitch, I got ones that are thicker than you How could I ever let your words affect me? They say hip-hop is dead, I'm here to resurrect me Marsha's too sexy to even make songs like these That's why the raw don't know your name, like Alicia Keys Too many featured MCs, and producers is popular Twelve thousand spins, nobody got to coppin' a Album, how come you the hot garbage of The year? It's clear your image is looped up Label got you souped up, tellin' you you sick When you a dick with a loose nut Video hard to watch like Medusa Even your club record need a booster, chimped up With a pimp cup, illiterate nigga, read the infra- Red across your head, I'm bred king like Simba Bolder than Denver, I ain't a mad rapper Just a MC with a temper You dancin' for money like Honey, I did this my way So when the industry crash, I survive like Kanye Spittin' through wires and fires, MCs retirin' Got your hands up, get them motherfuckers higher, then [Chorus: Kanye West & Common] N-now, th-th-throw your motherfuckin' hands Get 'em high (Yeah) All the girls pass the weed to your motherfuckin' man Get 'em high (Mm-mm, uh-uh, uh) Now I ain't never tell you to put down your hands Keep 'em high (Keep 'em high, keep 'em high, uh-uh) And if you're losin' your high, then smoke again Keep 'em high49

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Against All Odds

2Pac

[Intro] To my niggas that went out in line on duty 21-gun salute! One love, one thug, one nation (Let’s get down, let’s do this!) 21-gun salute! (Come on, yeah, let’s do this!) 21-gun salute! (Come on, come on, let’s do this!) All the time I be... [Hook] Hopin' my true motherfuckers know This be the realest shit I ever wrote Against all odds, up in the studio gettin' blowed To the truest shit I ever spoke [Verse 1] 21-gun salute, dressed in fatigues, black jeans and boots I just appeared in the crowd, all you seen was troops This little nigga named Nas think he live like me Talking 'bout he left the hospital, took five like me You live in fantasies, nigga, I reject your deposit We shook Dre punk ass, now he out of the closet Mobb Deep wonder why a nigga blowed 'em out Next time grown folks talking, nigga close your mouth! Peep me, I take this war shit deeply Done seen too many real players fall to let these bitch niggas beat me Puffy, let's be honest, you a (you a sucker ass nigga) punk or you will see me wit gloves Member that shit you said to Vibe about me bein' a thug? And you can tell the people you roll wit whatever you want But you and I know what's goin' on Payback, I knew you bitch niggas from way back Witnessed me strapped with MAC's, knew I wouldn't play that All you old rappers tryin' to advance It's all over now, take it like a man Niggas lookin' like Larry Holmes flabby and sick (Look at De La Soul!) Tryna player hate on my shit, you eat a fat dick Let it be known, this is how you made me Lovin' how I got you niggas crazy You might also like[Hook] Against all odds, hopin' my thug motherfuckers know This be the realest shit I ever wrote Against all odds, up in the studio, gettin' blowed To the truest shit I ever spoke Against all odds, hopin' my true motherfuckers know This be the realest shit I ever wrote [Verse 2] I heard he was light-skinned, stocky, with a Haitian accent Jewelry, fast cars and he's known for flashin' Listen while I take you back and lace this rap A real live tale about a snitch named Haitian Jack Knew he was workin' for the feds Same crime, different trials, nigga, picture what he said and did I mention? Promised to payback, Jimmy Henchman, in due time I know you bitch niggas is listenin', the world is mine Set me up, wet me up, niggas stuck me up Heard the guns bust, but you tricks never shut me up Touch one of mine, on everything I owe I'll destroy everything you touch, play the game, nigga All out warfare, eye for eye Last words to a bitch nigga: "Why you lie?" Now you gotta watch your back, now watch your front Here we come, gunshots to Tut, now you stuck Fuck the rap game, nigga, this M.O.B So believe me, we enemies, I go against all odds [Hook] I'm hopin' my true motherfuckers know This be the realest shit I ever wrote Against all odds, up in the studio, gettin' blowed To the truest shit I ever spoke I'm hopin' my true motherfuckers know This be the realest shit I ever wrote; against all odds [Verse 3] Puffy gettin' bribed like a bitch, to hide that fact He did some shit he shouldn't have did, so we ridin' for that And that nigga that was down for me, rest the dead Switched sides, guess his new friends wanted him dead Probably be murdered for the shit that I said I bring the real, be a legend, breathin' or dead Lord, listen to me, God don't like ugly, it was written Ayo Nas, your whole damn style is bitten (You sound like Rakim, man) You heard my melody, read about my life in the papers All my run-ins with authorities, felonious capers Now you wanna live my life, so what's a "chazzer," Nas? Niggas that don't rhyme right, you've seen too many movies Load 'em up against the wall, close his eyes Since you lie you die — goodbye! Let the real live niggas hear the truth from me What would you do if you was me? Nigga Against all odds [Hook] Hopin' my true motherfuckers know This be the realest shit I ever wrote Against all odds, up in the studio gettin' blowed To the truest shit I ever spoke Against all odds, hopin' my true motherfuckers know This be the realest shit I ever wrote Against all odds, up in the studio gettin' blowed To the truest shit I ever spoke; against all odds [Outro] 21-gun salute, one love to my true thug niggas (Outlaw! Outlaw! Outlaw!) 21-gun salute to my niggas that die in the line of duty Representin' to the fullest, bein' soldiers with military minds That play the rules of the game, 21-gun salute I salute you, my niggas, stay strong I ride for you, I rhyme for you, I roll for you, it's all for you To all you bitch-made niggas, I'm comin' for you Against all odds, I don't care who the fuck you is You touch me, I'm at you I know you motherfuckers didn't think I forgot Hell nah, I ain't forgot, nigga I just remember what you told me You said don't go to war unless I got my money right I got my money right now, now I want war37

Gangsta Rap

As the World Turns

Eminem

[Chorus] (I don't know) Yes, man (Why this world keeps turning) As the world turns ('Round and 'round) We all experience things in life (But I wish it would stop and let me off right now) Trials and tribulations (I don't know) That we all must go through (Why this world keeps turning) When someone wants to test us ('Round and 'round) When someone tries our patience (But I wish it would stop and let me off right now) [Verse 1] I hang with a bunch of hippies and wacky tobacco planters Who swallow lit roaches and light up like jack-o-lanterns Outsidaz, baby, and we suin' the courts 'Cause we dope as fuck and only get a 2 in The Source Yo, they never should've booted me outta reform school (Uh-uh) Deformed fool, takin' a shit in the warm pool 'Til they threw me out the Ramada Inn I said, "It wasn't me, I got a twin" Oh my God, it's you, not again (Ahh) It all started when my mother took my bike away 'Cause I murdered my guinea pig and stuck him in the microwave After that, it was straight to the 40 ouncers Slappin' teachers and jackin' off in front of my counselors Class clown freshman, dressed like Les Nessman Fuck the next lesson, I'll pass the test guessin' And all the other kids said, "Eminem is a thizz head He'll never last, the only class he'll ever pass is Phys Ed" Maybe true, 'til I told this bitch in gym class That she was too fat to swim laps, she need a Slim Fast (Who, me?) Yeah, bitch, you so big You walked into Vic Tanny's and stepped on Jenny Craig (Well, I have never) She picked me up to snap me like a skinny twig Put me in a headlock, then I thought of my guinea pig (Wait, wait, wait, wait) I felt the evilness and started transformin' (Rrrahh) It began stormin', I heard a bunch of cheerin' fans swarmin' Grabbed that bitch by her hair, drug her across the ground (Come here, bitch) And took her up to the highest divin' board and tossed her down Sorry coach, it's too late to tell me stop While I drop this bitch face down and watch her belly-flop You might also like[Chorus] ('Cause I don't know) As the world turns (Why this world keeps turning) These are the days of our lives ('Round and 'round) These are the things that we must go through (But I wish it would stop and let me off right now) Day by day [Verse 2] We drive around in million-dollar sports cars While little kids hide this tape from their parents like bad report cards Outsidaz, and we suin' the courts 'Cause we dope as fuck and only get a 2 in The Source (Yo) Hypochondriac, hangin' out at the laundromat Where all the raunchy, fat, white-trashy blondes be at Dressed like a sailor, standin' by a pail of garbage It's almost dark and I'm still tryna nail a trailer park bitch I met a slut and said, "What up? It's nice to meet ya" (Hi) "I'd like to treat you to a Faygo and a slice of pizza But I'm broke as fuck And I don't get paid 'til the first of next month (Sorry) But if you'd care to join me, I was about to roll this next blunt But I ain't got no weed, no Phillies or no papers Plus, I'm a rapist and a repeated prison escapist So give me all your money and don't try nothin' funny 'Cause you know your stinking ass is too fat to try to outrun me" I went to grab my gun, that's when her ass put it on me (Stop) With an uppercut, hit me with a basket of laundry (Ooh) I fell through the glass doors, started causin' a scene Slid across the floor and flew right into a washin' machine Jumped up with a broken back, thank God I was smokin' crack All day, and doped up on coke and smack All I wanted to do was rape the bitch and snatch her purse Now I wanna kill her, but yo, I gotta catch her first Ran through Rally's parkin' lot and took a shortcut Saw the house she ran up in and shot her fuckin' porch up Kicked the door down to murder this divorced slut Looked around the room That's when I seen her bedroom door shut "I know you're in there, bitch, I got my gun cocked You might as well come out now" She said, "Come in, it's unlocked" I walked in and all I smelled was Liz Claiborne And seen her spread across the bed naked, watchin' gay porn She said, "Come here, big boy, let's get acquainted" I turned around to run, twisted my ankle and sprained it She came at me at full speed, nothin' could stop her I shot her five times and every bullet bounced off her I started to beg, "No, please let go" But she swallowed my fuckin' leg whole like an egg roll With one leg left, now I'm hoppin' around crippled I grabbed my pocket knife and sliced off her right nipple Just tryna buy me some time, then I remembered this magic trick Duh-dah-duh-dah-duh-duh, go-go gadget dick Whipped that shit out, and ain't no doubt about it It hit the ground, caused an earthquake and power outage I shouted, "Now, bitch, let's see who gets the best" Stuffed that shit in, crooked and fucked that fat slut to death Ow, ow (Come here, bitch) Ow, ahh (Come here, take this mothafuckin' dick, bitch, come here) [Chorus] ('Cause I don't know) And as we go along (Why this world keeps turning) Throughout the days of our lives ('Round and 'round) (But I wish it would stop and let me off right now) We all face small obstacles (I don't know) And challenges everyday (Why this world keeps turning) That we must go through ('Round and 'round) These are the things That surround us through our atmosphere (But I wish it would stop and let me off right now) (I don't know) Every day (Why this world keeps turning) Every single day the world keeps turning ('Round and 'round) Keeps turning (But I wish it would stop and let me off right now) Keeps turning (I don't know why this world keeps turning)43

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Fuck You

CeeLo Green

[Chorus] I see you drivin' 'round town with the girl I love And I'm like, "Fuck you" (Ooh, ooh, ooh) I guess the change in my pocket wasn't enough I'm like, "Fuck you and fuck her too" Said, if I was richer, I'd still be with ya Hah, now ain't that some shit? (Ain't that some shit?) And although there's pain in my chest I still wish you the best With a "Fuck you" (Ooh, ooh, ooh-ooh) [Verse 1] Yeah, I'm sorry, I can't afford a Ferrari But that don't mean I can't get you there I guess he's an Xbox, and I'm more Atari Hm, but the way you play your game ain't fair [Pre-Chorus] I pity the fool that falls in love with you uh Oh, shit, she's a gold digger (Well) Just thought you should know, nigga Ooh, I've got some news for you (Huh-uh) Yeah, go run and tell your little boyfriend [Chorus] I see you drivin' 'round town with the girl I love And I'm like, "Fuck you" (Ooh, ooh, ooh) I guess the change in my pocket wasn't enough I'm like, "Fuck you and fuck her too" Said, if I was richer, I'd still be with ya Hah, now ain't that some shit? (Ain't that some shit?) And although there's pain in my chest I still wish you the best With a "Fuck you" (Ooh, ooh, ooh-ooh) You might also like[Verse 2] Now I know that I had to borrow, hah Beg and steal and lie and cheat (Uh) Tryin' to keep ya, tryin' to please ya 'Cause being in love with your ass ain't cheap, nah [Pre-Chorus] I pity the fool that falls in love with you uh Oh, shit, she's a gold digger (Well) Just thought you should know, nigga Ooh, I've got some news for you (Huh-uh) Ooh, I really hate yo ass right now [Chorus] I see you drivin' 'round town with the girl I love And I'm like, "Fuck you" (Ooh, ooh, ooh) I guess the change in my pocket wasn't enough I'm like, "Fuck you and fuck her too" Said, if I was richer, I'd still be with ya Hah, now ain't that some shit? (Ain't that some shit?) And although there's pain in my chest I still wish you the best With a "Fuck you" (Ooh, ooh, ooh-ooh) [Bridge] Now, baby, baby, baby Why do you wanna, wanna hurt me so bad? (So bad, so bad, so bad) I tried to tell my momma, but she told me "This is one for your dad" (Your dad, your dad, your dad) Yes, she did, and I'm like Uh, why? Uh, why? Uh, why, lady? Oh, I love you Oh, I still love you, oh-oh [Chorus] I see you drivin' 'round town with the girl I love Uh, "Fuck you" (Ooh, ooh, ooh) I guess the change in my pocket wasn't enough I'm like, "Fuck you and fuck her too" Said, if I was richer, I'd still be with ya Hah, now ain't that some shit? (Ain't that some shit?) And although there's pain in my chest I still wish you the best With a "Fuck you" (Ooh, ooh, ooh-ooh)33

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Dig a Hole

JAY-Z

[Intro: Jay-Z] Dig a hole, bury yourself, nigga! Go head! Keep goin'! I got some nice dresses for you guys The incomparable H.O [Chorus: Sterling Simms & Jay-Z] Told ya to get ya money when you see a boss comin' (Yes) Thought shit was funny, but watch what you see now (What you see now?) Nothin’ left to accomplish, I done came out and conquered (Came, conquered) And now what’s that you talking bout we gon see now (We gon' see now) Dig a hole (Dig a hole) Dig a hole (Go ahead) Dig a hole (Muthafucka bury yourself) Dig a hole (Dig a hole) Dig a hole (Dig a hole) Dig a hole (Dig a hole) [Verse 1: Jay-Z] I’m still here, mon frere! I know the cross I bear They like, “That’s why they call you Hov” I’m like, “Yeah” I’m like air, lil' shots go through me Won’t tear one tissue, no tears, no tissue, not an issue Don’t cry for me I peep these niggas from deep Got a front row seat even if you don’t speak Silent partner, I hear you loud and clear Left a fingerprint, you ain’t gotta be there I’m just waiting til’ you dig a hole big enough to put your whole body in Then I’m gon' body them It's nothing but a hobby to him Simple as a serve in volley to him Niggas like, “Hov', why don’t you get at ol’ boy?” Why kill a puppet and leave Geppetto alive? Why not wait to catch them all together? That’s why you dig one big hole, one time You might also like[Chorus: Sterling Simms & Jay-Z] Told ya to get ya money when you see a boss comin' Thought shit was funny, but watch what you see now (What you see now?) Nothin’ left to accomplish, I done came out and conquered And now what’s that you talking bout we gon see now (Uh! We gon' see now) Dig a hole (Dig a hole) Dig a hole (Dig a hole) Dig a hole (Go ahead, bury yourself) Dig a hole (Dig a hole) Dig a hole (Dig a hole) Dig a hole (Go ahead) [Verse 2: Jay-Z] How is niggas dissin' me I made it possible For niggas to make history How is this possible? Please explain this shit to me How is it logical? Have we forgotten our history? Let’s open our bibles It's like the disciples, dissing Jesus and becoming his rivals Shunning the one thing that they owe they life to You let that man hype you to go against your idol Knowing good and god damn well this what I do Think I’m in the office, I’m off my grind? That’s how kids become orphans You lost ya mind? I keep my enemies close I give ‘em enough rope They put themselves in the air I just kick away the chair [Chorus: Sterling Simms & Jay-Z] Told ya to get ya money when you see a boss comin' (Uh, uh, uh!) Thought shit was funny, but watch what you see now (What you see now?) Nothin’ left to accomplish, I done came out and conquered (Uh-huh) And now what’s that you talking bout we gon see now (We gon' see now) Dig a hole (Dig a hole) Dig a hole (Dig a hole) Dig a hole (Go ahead, bury yourself) Dig a hole (Dig a hole) Dig a hole (Dig a hole) Dig a hole (Go ahead, bury yourself) [Verse 3: Jay-Z] Hov gon' get you, I ain’t forget your lil' disrespect No ho, daddy gon' spank you for that shit you said It's hard to do when you’ve got nothing to prove Everybody know you better, you in a lose lose Cause even when you win, ultimately you lose Real niggas like, “Why Hov talking to Dude?” You sellin' in low 2's, only time you went plat My chain was on your neck, that’s an actual fact So I’m prayin’ that it spills outside of the booth That’s when ya’ll niggas outside of your truth Outside of your league, that’s not what you do Niggas throwin' Roc signs outside of your Coupe Don’t look at Hov like he done something wrong to ‘em Cause he’s on to 'em He just took what belonged to him Niggas is playing checkers with chess-playing Hov This game is over, I don’t know if ya’ll know You in the hole [Chorus: Sterling Simms & Jay-Z] Told ya to get ya money when you see a boss comin' (Uh, uh, uh!) Thought shit was funny, but watch what you see now (What you see now?) Nothin’ left to accomplish, I done came out and conquered (Uh-huh) And now what’s that you talking bout we gon see now (We gon' see now) Dig a hole (Dig a hole) Dig a hole (Dig a hole) Dig a hole (Go ahead, bury yourself) Dig a hole (Dig a hole) Dig a hole (Dig a hole) Dig a hole (Go ahead, bury yourself)4

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Tears of Joy

Rick Ross

[Intro Skit: Bobby Seale] Do you know what we are going to do? We are going to defend ourselves because Huey P. Newton says that, "Power is the ability to define phenomena and make it act in a desired manner." Power is the ability to define phenomena and make it act in a desired manner. Power: if we have the ability to define it, the only next thing to do is get organized. So when a pig walks up to you, or when a pig gets to jiving with the people you be so organized you be learning some tactics, you be learning some revolutionary principles, you be having some guns hid out somewhere, you have some proper tactics that when the pig gets to jiving with you, the pig is wrong, you whip your guns out on him, blow him away, and then you have made the ability, in fact, you have made that pig act in a desired manner [Intro: Rick Ross] Smokin' a fat spliff in a brand new Benz No I.D. on the track, let the story begin, begin Hah, yeah [Verse 1: Rick Ross] Lookin' in the mirror but I don't see much Still runnin' the streets so I don't sleep much Watchin' the snakes so they don't creep up But the way I'm gettin' this money, niggas can't keep up You niggas can't keep up Niggas got beef but it can’t be much I'm still walkin' through the crowds like I can't be touched Top back all black, Gretzky puck Ice skater lil' later might let me fuck Damn, she might let me fuck Last night I cried tears of joy What did I do to deserve this? Vacheron on my wrist a year ago I didn't even know the bitches exist Quarter milli for the mothafucka No insurance on the mothafucka Ain't life a bitch? But you gotta keep her wet Keys open doors so I gotta keep a set Everybody know that I'm a lotta people's threat Biggie Smalls in the flesh livin' life after my death Yesterday I read my horoscope Tell me Lord will I be poor and broke? Tell me Lord will I be dealin' dope? I wanna take my momma to the Poconos But only Lord knows See Rick Ross LiveGet tickets as low as $90You might also like[Hook: Cee-Lo Green] Goodbye, to all the loved ones I leave behind At least they can't see me cry And I ask, when someone wants to be me, whyyyy Thought havin' everything would ease my mind If you could read my mind My God, I'm scarred, I have tattoo tears of joy [Verse 2: Rick Ross] Last night I cried tears of joy What did I do to deserve this? Young rich motherfucker still uneducated But dammit a nigga made it Goddamn a nigga made it Crib bigger than a church, Lord know I'm blessed Five different lawyers, Lord know I’m stressed A punch in the face get you 300K Ask Vlad, now he back to makin' minimum wage Another victim of my criminal ways I wanna walk in the image of Christ But that bitch Vivica nice And I'm still swimmin' in ice I'm just livin' my life I'm just livin' my life Lease a Lamborghini for your pussy rate Life is just a pussy race Snatch a bitch take her back to your place Next morning I can tell you how the pussy taste I got expensive taste [Hook: Cee-Lo Green] Goodbye, to all the loved ones I leave behind At least they can't see me cry And I ask, when someone wants to be me, whyyyy Thought havin' everything would ease my mind If you could read my mind My God, I'm scarred, I have tattoo tears of joy [Verse 3: Rick Ross] Last night I cried tears of joy What did we do to deserve this? Not to dwell on the the past but to keep it real I gotta represent for Emmett Till All the dead souls in the field Lookin at my Rollie it's about that time White man had a problem with mine And we suppose to be shy? The revolution's televised Bobby still on the rise [Hook: Cee-Lo Green] Goodbye, to all the loved ones I leave behind At least they can't see me cry And I ask, when someone wants to be me, whyyyy Thought havin' everything would ease my mind If you could read my mind My God, I'm scarred, I have tattoo tears of joy13

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Roger That

Fabolous

[Intro: Freck Billionaire] Breaker, breaker 1-9 I am here now and all the competition are dead There are no survivors I'm here now, I repeat there all dead, do you copy [Verse 1: Fabolous] Roger That Ra-Ra-Roger That My team about green, Rondo roger that I take the la to the head like a Dodger hat I do it big baby, where they do it larger at These niggas dead, where the hell they charger at These bitches washed up, straight out of the laundromat I'm so far ahead of my rivals When I show up it kills em, dead on arrival They said New York was dead but I led the revival I guess I'm just built to last, bred for survival Unstoppable, unbreakable I keep one nine like breaker-breaker do Shorty say what it do is what I make 'er do Get her on the first shot, yea one take, boo Now she need the black mamba badder then the Lakers do I d-d-t the pussy, I'm Jake the Snake to you I put em in the coffin, I'm the Undertaker too She met the God now her man gonna meet his maker too What's beef? That questions mistakeable I mean I done had a well-done stake or two But as far as rap niggas go, we slaughter cows Apron on, tape a song, flow slaughter house You niggas porterhouse, filet, t-bone I'm Macaulay Culkin homes, leave me alone I'm in the zone, who want some of this college D You sorry ass niggas owe me an apology I'm about a dolla-G, master in grindology Groupie-ass niggas must have took Astrology Cause all they do is follow stars Pride won't di-gest we don't swallow ours Swagger out this world, I get my style from Mars You add that with the fact that Loso spittin asylum bars You understand why competition is extinct Them boys is gone, word to N'Sync I'm the black Timberlake in black Timbalands They all dead you could send back the ambulance See Fabolous LiveGet tickets as low as $109You might also like[Interlude: Freck Billionaire] Breaker, breaker 1-9 This is West Philly Freck He wasn't lying, theres no competition left Nothing but dead rappers everywhere Fake chains all over the ground everywhere Please stand by [Verse 2: Freck Billionaire] It's West Philly Freck stunting on the breaker, break I put them oils in the hood like Quaker State OG Kush yes I do the wake and bake I got them circles and them squares bitch take a shape So holla at me if you niggas tryna find a key I get that ass tuned up like Meineke Mr. Bar for Bar rappers need to buy a line I get you VIP passes to the flyathon I be running through shutting down mad spots Out in Short Hills Mall I'm the mascot In Alaska, you couldn't find a colder nigga I still push it in the hood like a stroller nigga I still crack the block up like Meet the Browns And if your money right I might let you meet the pounds I pop rose like the shit is Miller Draft I'm so cool that them young bitches feel a draft Street Fam, bo y, yes we the casket flowas West Philly Freck, I will get your casket lowered I dare tomorrow, breaker breaker 1 9er It's the mutha fucking king of all the one liners A hundred thousand for the watch, yall chipped in And I ain't ask them for a bargain I just chipped in Down in Bar Harbor when I hit a shop or two I got that amex that look like Shaka Zulu On some real shit motherfucker credit score Cause when you got the cake, what you need the credit for I'm usually in the cut like nip/tuck Or that tangerine coop getting lip-sucked That's just how we go down when the woman kick it They know I'm gettin money like the winning ticket West Philly Freck, I be on that road strapped When it' comes to being fly I'm the road map [Outro: Fabolous] Oh my God this beyond what you could have imagined This is, this is this is worse then the Black Plague I never seen anything of this kind of devastation Um it's of catastrophic proportions I think we have a instinction level event on our hands Dead bodys everywhere Eww it reeks of dead rapper down here I'm gonna need to get outta here Roger that

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Shining Down

Lupe Fiasco

[Intro: Matthew Santos] Look up in the sky Look up in the sky Look up in the sky (sky sky) [Chorus: Matthew Santos] You thought I was down You thought I was gone Thought I wasn’t around That I left you alone But look up in the sky (Look up in the sky) Just look up in the sky (Look up in the sky) See that I’m everywhere, everywhere Shining down on you [Verse 1: Lupe Fiasco] Well, well, is that our little author? Coming back, humming his hymns, a little altered Your attention, put back on the flow like the department of water Taking off with the dough, like Little Walter Chess, yes, baby, I’m Jerry Lawler Rebel with a cause, outlaw with the lawyer Judge, jury, like a loop Rap name Lupe, but my daddy named me warrior This is his memorial, shoot You might also like[Chorus: Matthew Santos] You thought I was down You thought I was gone Thought I wasn’t around That I left you alone But look up in the sky (Look up in the sky) Just look up in the sky (Look up in the sky) See that I’m everywhere, everywhere Shining down on you [Verse 2: Lupe Fiasco] No, I ain’t that nigga trying to get a liquor line When I be scripting lines, want this petition signed It says I’m sick of dyin', sick of this prison time I really love my people, I’m sick of pimping mine Now if we Auto-Tune that shit We can hear the songs from that opera groomed fat bitch Telling us not to pursue it, just to shoe it like a blacksmith We’re trapped, and moving round in circles like it’s Chapstick And that’s the same encircled way of thinking that we chat with We’ll wrap this around your head Like the bandanas Fabolous used to wrap his hats with Rather be in FEDS instead of National Geographics Well, I’m not having it, nawwww [Chorus: Matthew Santos] You thought I was down You thought I was gone Thought I wasn’t around That I left you alone But look up in the sky (Look up in the sky) Just look up in the sky (Look up in the sky) See that I’m everywhere, everywhere Shining down on you [Verse 3: Lupe Fiasco] So, I say hello and this is for the third time To everybody out there who ain’t never heard mine And if you have, then you know you ain’t never heard lying Lu don’t moo, no, cow-ards, you only heard lines Not a facade cherisher, I’d rather have the scars I don’t idolize America, I’m dancing with the stars Uh-huh, all of them? Yeah, they are, too You look up and you see us shining down on you [Chorus: Matthew Santos] You thought I was down You thought I was gone Thought I wasn’t around That I left you alone But look up in the sky (Look up in the sky) Just look up in the sky (Look up in the sky) See that I’m everywhere, everywhere Shining down on you [Outro: Matthew Santos] Shining down on you Shining down on you Shining down on you5

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Lupe the Killer

Lupe Fiasco

[Verse 1] Uh! I bring you murder in the first And even as we speak we getting further in this verse With no further ado I do what I respect Doom got me stripes like Hamburgler for my work As Lupe the killa, killa, killa, killa Mercy, he's a mess, so immersed in his murk He's 2/3 submerged below the surface where they surf This is where I lay it down like a bird giving birth So call me "Lu the Giant's Goose" or just "Faberge paint" Til I'm called back to the shore by the watchers of the bay I wait, til I come back like a tsunami Never microwave like the watchers of the weight I'm wrapped in aluminum foil, I do my dirt like Kwame Until that same soil being pushed into my grave But I'm so ahead of my time, the next day Might strike oil where I been layed, homie I'm so crude Texas tea, haters is so screwed But I can't fill it like a flathead in a Philips Don't get it twisted, nigga, I'm no tool More cool than a pool in a blizzard With ice cubes in it during Christmas Meanin' there's no schoolin' the misfit Like I'm throwin' a fit Or I just can't fit it, tidbit too big It's gotta hem it til it's fresh to death Dressed to kill it, like uh! You might also like[Verse 2] Uh, 187 on my second, I reckon This is an assault with a deadly session A soft peace and blessings to the sentence that be reppin All across in every direction, locality, and section That know Lupe the killa, killa, killa, killa Give it how I live it most niggas won't believe Or achieve how I did it most niggas won't receive 'Til I leave and I bereave the secrets of my sickness How I, flooded the streets like Venice I've suffered, demanded, withstanded, pimp handed and hustlin' I'm Colonel Mustard with the speech They ain't catchin' me, no suspicions of stickin' No convictions on my rap sheet I'm so committing lay my murder game,that's sweet Speakeasy like Prohibition, no admission If you ain't knocking like me to the underground bar, burying a toast Dodging the raid like roach, nigga please [Verse 3] Uh, I make it give up the ghost On the trifecta, the third, I differ Nigga, you ain't heard, my lecture like Lecter Letchya in on a secret, but you can't leak it Lupe's the killa, killa, killa, killa Since my entrance, my niggas had packs They moved em to a trap like Winston Far from bustas, baby nah All my homies henchmen I was the rhymer, my talk went through the walls like Slimer Or like, eating vagina Or, a stray bullet, whichever ways I put it Crooks was hooked like crooks through neighborhoods I pushed it Little Caesar niggas pizzas was like "book it" Delivery mean like Leroy Green They couldn't take it to the places I took it Beware, you don't look it You ain't dressed for this affair I'm hooded in the bushes like uh4

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If I Can’t

50 Cent

[Intro: 50 Cent] Yeah Haha, yeah Yeah [Chorus: 50 Cent] If I can't do it, homie It can't be done Now I'ma let the champagne bottle pop, I'ma take it to the top For sure, I'ma make it hot, baby (Baby) [Verse 1: 50 Cent] I apply pressure to pussies, they stunt and I pop (Yeah) Stand alone squeezing my pistol, I'm sure that I got 'em (Uh-huh) Now, Peter Piper picked peppers, and Run rocked rhymes I'm 50 Cent, I write a little bit, but I pop nines (Brrat) Tell niggas get they money right, 'cause I got mine (Uh-huh) And I'm around, quit playing, nigga, you can't shine (Woo) You gon' be that next chump to end up in the trunk After being hit by the pump, is that what you want? Be easy, nigga, I'll lay your ass out Believe me, nigga, that's what I'm about Gangsta, you could find a nigga sitting on chrome Hit the clutch, hit the gear, hit the gas and I'm gone (Yeah) [Chorus: 50 Cent] If I can't do it, homie It can't be done Now, I'ma let the champagne bottle pop, I'ma take it to the top For sure, I'ma make it hot, baby (Baby) See 50 Cent LiveGet tickets as low as $15You might also like[Verse 2: 50 Cent & Dr. Dre] I'm down for the action, he smart with his mouth, so smack him (Woo) You holding a strap, he might come back, so clap him (Yeah) React like a gangsta, or die like a gangsta for acting (C'mon) 'Cause you'll get hit and homicide'll be asking, "What happened?" Oh no, look who crept in with the .44 Twenty-inch rims sitting on low-pros (Uh-huh) East side, west side, niggas know, yo, I'm loco (Yeah) Even my mama said something really wrong with my brain Niggas don't rob me, they know I'm down to die for my chain G-Unit (Yeah), we get it popping in the hood G-Unit (Yeah), motherfucker, what's good? I'm waiting on niggas to act like they don't know how to act (Uh-huh) After sippin' too much Jack, I'll blow 'em off the map With the MAC, thinking it's all rap 'Til that ass get clapped and Doc say, "It's a wrap" (It's a wrap, nigga) [Chorus: 50 Cent] If I can't do it, homie It can't be done Now, I'ma let the champagne bottle pop (Uh-huh), I'ma take it to the top For sure, I'ma make it hot, baby (Baby) [Verse 3: 50 Cent] I invented how to teach lessons to slow learners Go ahead, act up, get smacked in the head with the burner (Ah) I don't fight fair, I'm dirty, dirty I'm from Southside Jamaica, Queens, nigga, you heard me? (Yeah) When the streetlights come on, niggas blast the nines (Uh-huh) Get locked up, then read books to pass the time (Woo) In the game, there's ups and downs, so I stay on the grind Niggas on my dick more than my bitch, I stay on they mind There ain't nothing they could do to stop my shine (Uh-uh) This is God's plan, homie, this ain't mine I played the music loud so Grandpa called me a nuisance And Grandma always gotta throw in her two cents I'm the dropout who made more money than his teachers Roofless like the coupe, but I come with more features I am what I am, you can like it or love it It feels good to blow fifty grand and think nothing of it, fuck it [Chorus: 50 Cent] If I can't do it, homie It can't be done Now I'ma let the champagne bottle pop, I'ma take it to the top For sure, I'ma make it hot, baby (Baby) If I can't do it, homie It can't be done (Haha) Now I'ma let the champagne bottle pop, I'ma take it to the top (Yeah) For sure I'ma make it hot, baby (Baby) [Outro: 50 Cent] Uh-huh I'ma make it hot Dr. Dre, Aftermath Shady, haha44

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Gatman and Robbin

50 Cent

[Intro: Eminem & 50 Cent] Gee willikers, Gatman, they got me surrounded I'm on my way [Chorus: 50 Cent & Eminem] I got a GatMan, if there's a problem I'ma solve it A nigga movin' around with a big-ass revolver And a (bat, man) What the fuck, are you retarded? You touch Shady, I'll leave you dearly departed [Verse 1: 50 Cent] This ain't Batman, Robin, Cagney or Lacey It's 50 Cent and Shady, the worst, baby Put your hands on my peoples I'll react crazy Put a hole through your front and your back, maybe But go 'head, you try me I'll have your ass hooked up to an IV I leave no witnesses when I ride, B You fuck with me, you'll see I react like an animal and tear you apart If a masterpiece was murder I'd major in art Niggas know I was wrapped too tight from the start But being a little off landed me on top of the charts (woo!) So you take the good with the bad, I guess Level three Teflon plate on my chest Hammer cocked back, hollow tip in the chamber, danger Anger'll change ya, and make you aim that and squeeze See 50 Cent LiveGet tickets as low as $15You might also like[Chorus: 50 Cent & Eminem] I got a GatMan, if there's a problem I'ma solve it A nigga movin' around with a big-ass revolver And a (bat, man) Motherfucker, you retarded? You touch 50, I'll leave you dearly departed [Verse 2: Eminem] We're walking away from a beef in which clearly you started I said we're walking away, did you hear me? You oughta be thankful that we ain't beefin' We’re still breathing and just leave it at (THAT!) 'Cause if me and 50 and G-Unit hop back in that BAT—mobile It ain't gonna be no more rap it's gonna be (BRRAT!) Retaliation, it'll be like them Muslim Shiia (ATTACKS!) Somewhere along the line it's like me and 50 made a (PACT!) He's got my back, I got his back (BACK!) It's almost like we're kinda like Siamese twins 'Cause when we beef we pull each other into the bullshit Like we're conjoined at the hip, this is unavoidable Some of the shit is squashable; some shit'll never boil over Some of it will just simmer at best if left alone But let it be known there will be no sitdowns With no Daves and 'Zinos There will be no peace discussions with me There ain't gonna be no friendly debates over crumpets and tea Just quit fucking with me and I'll gladly quit fucking with you Just spit your sixteen and do what you gotta do to get through Without mentioning me Or the machine of Jimmy Iovine or Dre or 50 Or D-Twizzie, Obie and just let it be Or we'll be (knock knock) with a [Chorus: 50 Cent & Eminem] GatMan, if there's a problem I'ma solve it A nigga movin' around with a big-ass revolver And a (bat, man) What the fuck, are you retarded? You touch Shady, I'll leave you dearly departed [Verse 3: 50 Cent] Nigga, you get it twisted, you gon' get your wig splitted I don't give a fuck, I don't care if police know I did it Man I hustle, I get money in the sunshine or a blizzard I go hard for that paper, homie, I just gotta get it Got a money scheme, you plot it, you can count me in I'm with it You cross me, you gon' make a cemetery visit That's gangsta, you know me I talk 'cause I live it Shell cases drop, when that chopper chop, way up the block Get hit with copper tops, when the drama pop, the llama pop And it won't stop, you can run call the cops This ain't new, niggas know how I be on it That shit you got, put my pistol to you, I want it It's not a game, perfect aim You feel the flame up against your brain Man it's so hot, I'll make you wish it rained [Chorus: 50 Cent & Eminem] I got a GatMan, if there's a problem I'ma solve it A nigga movin' around with a big-ass revolver And a (bat, man) What the fuck, are you retarded? You touch Shady, I'll leave you dearly departed33

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I’m Shady

Eminem

[Produced by Bass Brothers] [Verse 1: Eminem] Who came through with two Glocks to terrorize your borough? (Huh?) Told you how to slap dips and murder your girl? (I did) Gave you all the finger and told you to sit and twirl Sold a billion tapes, and still screamed "Fuck the world" (I'm Slim Shady) So come and kill me while my name's hot And shoot me 25 times in the same spot (Ow) I think I got a generation brainwashed To pop pills and smoke pot 'til they brains rot Stop they blood flow 'til they veins clot I need a pain shot and a shot of plain Scotch Purple haze and acid raindrops Spike the punch at the party and drink pop Shaved my armpits and wore a tank top Bad Boy, I told you that I can't stop You gotta make 'em fear you 'fore you make 'em feel you So everybody buy my shit or I'ma come and kill you [Chorus] I got mushrooms, I got acid, I got tabs and aspirin tablets I'm your brother when you need some good weed to set you free You know me, I'm your friend when you need a Mini Thin (I'm Slim Shady, Shady, Shady, Shady) I'm Shady You might also like[Verse 2: Eminem] I like happy things, I'm really calm and peaceful (Uh-huh) I like birds, bees, I like people I like funny things that make me happy and gleeful Like when my teacher sucked my wee-wee in preschool The ill type, I stab myself with a steel spike While I blow my brain out just to see what it feels like 'Cause this is how I am in real life (Mhm) I don't want to just die a normal death I wanna be killed twice (Uh-huh) I just wanna scare somebody with a gun threat When they high off of drugs they haven't even done yet So bring the money by tonight 'Cause your wife said this the biggest knife She ever saw in her life (Help me, help me) I try to keep it positive and play it cool Shoot up the playground and tell the kids to stay in school (Stay in school) Cause I'm the one they can relate to and look up to better Tonight I think I'll write my biggest fan a fuck-you letter [Chorus] I got mushrooms, I got acid, I got tabs and aspirin tablets I'm your brother when you need some good weed to set you free You know me, I'm your friend when you need a Mini Thin (I'm Slim Shady, Shady, Shady, Shady) I'm Shady [Verse 3: Eminem] Yo, I'll listen to your demo tape and act like I don't like it (Ahh, that shit is wack) on my shit (That's my shit) People don't buy shit no more, they just dub it That's why I'm still broke and had the number-one club hit (Yup, uh-huh) But they love it when you make your business public So fuck it, I've got herpes while we on the subject (Uh-huh) And if I told you I had AIDS, y'all would play it 'Cause you stupid mothafuckas think I'm playin' when I say it Well, I do take pills, don't do speed Don't do crack, don't do coke, I do smoke weed (Uh-huh) Don't do smack, I do do shrooms, do drink beer (Yup) I just wanna make a few things clear My baby mama's not dead, she's still alive and bitching And I don't have herpes, my dick's just itchin' It's not syphilis, and as for being AIDS-infested I don't know yet, I'm too scared to get tested [Chorus] I got mushrooms, I got acid, I got tabs and aspirin tablets I'm your brother when you need some good weed to set you free You know me, I'm your friend when you need a Mini Thin (I'm Slim Shady, Shady, Shady, Shady) I'm Shady [Outro] I told you I was Shady (Yup) Y'all didn't wanna believe me (Mm-mm, mm-mm) I'm Shady And that's my name34

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Go to Sleep

Lupe Fiasco

[Intro] *yaaaawn* Thank you Feels good waking up! Get back... On my J-O... *yaaaawn* I'll be going... Plus, I gotta go to work It's cool! [Verse 1] I wipe the cool from my eye Stationed in Antarctica; coldest nigga alive Flow is Armageddon, might smite crows from the sky Before you drive you have to wipe locusts off your rides But I'm warming up, oceans is on the rise I be Ocean with 11 associates on my side Colder than Chris Martin guitaring Would you look at all these spies But they can’t see me, I took out their eyes Replace with some he’s, so all they see is eh’s But I will never run, not even if they cry See I can never fall, not even down their cheek But I will always bawl, let’s see who the first to blink And I don't need no passwords cause I don't need to cheat But you can say your last words, and you can rest in peace I’m the hook after your last verse I’m also like the beat But I will turn it down so you can go to sleep You might also like[Chorus] So you can go to sleep, yes you can go to sleep Said you can go to sleep, said you can go to sleep Good night, good night, good night, good night Real niggas up again, phony niggas tucking in Now you can go to sleep, yes you can got to sleep Now you can got to sleep, now you can go to sleep Good night, good night, good night, good night Official niggas on they job and you know we gonna ball Real niggas popping off, phony nigga nodding off [Verse 2] Insomniac since way back, see this is what I been like Baking eggs and pancakes, eating that at midnight Getting up and going hard, I don’t need no Enzyte Come across as very calm: mental state is Zen-like Always had a lot of heart, never been the tin type Never will I drop a dime, never been the 10 type My girlfriend is very fine, yes she is a ten right Mink is draggin’ on the flo', fire in my windpipe You should come and clean up after the riots that I incite Things get off the handle, left behind a landfill Traffic at a standstill, stadium is fan-filled Fill this bitch up with fans you still won’t blow my candle out My "can do" spirit's in the house And is possessing your possessions, did you hear it by the couch? Boogieman under your bed, not in your closet Cause I'm not a homo, won't drill no door hole I won’t make a peep, so you can go to sleep [Chorus] So you can go to sleep, yes you can go to sleep Said you can go to sleep, said you can go to sleep Good night, good night, good night, good night Real niggas up again, phony niggas tucking in Now you can go to sleep, yes you can got to sleep Now you can got to sleep, now you can go to sleep Good night, good night, good night, good night Official niggas on they job and you know we gonna ball Real niggas popping off, phony nigga nodding off [Verse 3] I wipe the cold from my eye Then put it in my stove and hope that my dough rise And then my clothes dry, but I am so high I am sitting on the storm that I got soaked by Now you can come closer, you can get warm but you get no pie But you can sell it for em so here’s you bow tie Now get ready to fall cause humans don’t fly The boy in the balloon - see? I didn’t go hide And I'm coming back to float again Close down all the opium but I had to O-P-EN They said they need a hero in it so I'm back to dope again Pull up in that old-school Flintstone drop on rolling pins Time is all behind me, this make me feel old again Grandma's all around me, I can feel her soul within Hope my daddy over him; woke the roosters, woke the hens Everything's cashmere, count the sheep that you... [Chorus] So you can go to sleep, yes you can go to sleep Said you can go to sleep, said you can go to sleep Good night, good night, good night, good night Real niggas up again, phony niggas tucking in Now you can go to sleep, yes you can got to sleep Now you can got to sleep, now you can go to sleep Good night, good night, good night, good night Official niggas on they job and you know we gonna ball Real niggas popping off, phony nigga nodding off If talk is cheap, then my silence is diamonds. Preach15

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Hello/Goodbye (Uncool)

Lupe Fiasco

[Intro] F...N...F [Chorus: UNKLE] Hello darkness, hello sunshine Hello not at all, hello all the time Hello nowhere, hello oblivion Hello goodbye... Hello darkness, hello sunshine Hello not at all, hello all the time Hello nowhere, hello oblivion Hello goodbye Hello darkness You, you, you, you, you, you [Verse 1: Lupe Fiasco] All in together, the weather is better than ever I hope it never ends, I hope it lasts forever But when it does, we can all pretend that it's Better than it's ever been Lie to ourselves Like the skies, we'll rebel And it's well, and it's fine And it's fine if they fell And you can refine the storyline if you survive to retell We all targets Hello darkness You might also like[Chorus: UNKLE] Hello darkness, hello sunshine Hello not at all, hello all the time Hello nowhere, hello oblivion Hello goodbye... [Interlude: Lupe Fiasco] They said everything's gonna be fi-fi-fine Said everything's gonna be o-o-okay, just don't breathe the air [Verse 2: Lupe Fiasco] He just sits, and waits for them to kick in the door He once was a hero, they don't love him no more There's a blast, every time a ten hit's the floor His gift, for not fighting another man's war And if they can get their hands on the mask That he had wore on his face They can put somebody else in his place, to restore The state, the illusion that it's safe The faith, that being a slave is so great As gas fills the room And rockets destroy everything around him He stands to find himself surrounded By thousands of soldiers that he once trained To never miss their targets, heartless [Chorus: UNKLE] Hello darkness, hello sunshine Hello not at all, hello all the time Hello nowhere, hello oblivion Hello goodbye... Hello darkness [Bridge: UNKLE] Pleased to make your acquaintance, salutations Konnichiwa, hello end of the world, how are you, I'm fine [Chorus: UNKLE] Hello darkness, hello sunshine Hello not at all, hello all the time Hello nowhere, hello oblivion Hello goodbye... Hello darkness, hello sunshine Hello not at all, hello all the time Hello nowhere, hello oblivion Hello goodbye... Hello darkness, hello sunshine Hello not at all, hello all the time Hello nowhere, hello oblivion Hello goodbye... Hello darkness [Instrumental Breakdown] [Outro: UNKLE] Hello darkness, hello sunshine Definitely uncool

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Failure

Lupe Fiasco

[Intro] Yeah, What up, Chi-Town, New York City Philly, Atlanta, Virginia They said it was coming back around man man Come back to people like me, I say... [Verse 1] It's mean, soldiers Now let me put the streets down like steamrollers With the CATS that push 40 oz. through the hood like King Cobras See we sling soda Cause the extra four in the split is mixed It's really thirty-six Used to buy toasters and clips You can tighten your circle or boa constrict While you was lighting your purple, I was over the scripts See, I could walk the walk, couldn't really talk the talk Had to get my talk to properly explain my walk Cause this lack in talk had my walk looking off Now I'm over the limp Watch how they mugs drop when they see my Verbal's able That's the Usual When I was po' I was low Now me and my Chaps cop Purple Label It's Ralph Lauren on the rap laureate Niggas brown nose, they are like Alf to him Runners at Interscope are not as Stoute as him Please don't Interscope It's gonna be a whole lot of Iovine and respirating If I lean out this window with Irene Niggas as tall as Yao Ming With L-U-P-Emperor Is the foundation's, I-beams and the antennas It's so serious every time I write my John Hancock like Could damn near see Detroit, I see you Niggas is scared of heights This is Saran Wrap and aluminum foil Some potpourri, a little machine oil I stack my paper and throw off my scents This is top floor, better look out below Pennies from heaven is the same as a semi from the second And I reign supreme Turn your umbrellas upside down Did you even catch the change in theme You might also likeThis is gangsta man [Chorus] Lupe to the F-to-the-I To-the-A-to-the-S-to-the-C-to-the-O From the west side of the C-to-the-H To-the-I-C-A-to-the-G-to-the-O (That's ganster, man) [Verse 2] And them niggas ain't Was nor from his regime Gangsta lean Hats on tilt like these Snickers ain't drop out the vending machine You gotta put more money in And I shake niggas up every time I drop a bar (2 for 1) It's horse in the Porsche and bricks in the box Like mo' money them every time I cop a car You see I'm a roller, right So it might be a Rover, right But every time I drop an 'r' Get off the streets It's "over," 'ight Bet I be in the head like overnight Like rollers, right She the chauffeur, right So I keep her sober She don't get Fed Ex like overnight I am Dolemite All that gas can't help you but solar might Just call on sun Drop a 's' Pick up an 'o' Uno, put it all on "one" Brace yourself like overbite "For that quiet nigga that relocated down south Coming back to floss" Nigga get your molars right Fix your grill No plaque but a whole lot of cheese This the drill Mr. Chill gave me the green light like Yoda knife So I'mma force my will Like the Force I wield Of course you will Take my time But weight behind only pertains To that Porsche grill It's snakes in the hood Gotta watch for that Cobra bite Let me see There's snakes in the hood A bird, a horse behind the grill Something gator on the seat And a fox behind the wheel No it's not Noah's Ark, Ahk It's just a flower's start, this is [Chorus] Lupe to the F-to-the-I To-the-A-to-the-S-to-the-C-to-the-O From the west side of the C-to-the-H To-the-I-C-A-to-the-G-to-the-O (That's ganster, man) [Verse 3] —verachiever (Yeah) My procedure's To proceed at all cost with no breather I'm all walk, rain, snow, or fever I'm all coughs coming after your teacher I'm on the ball like FIFA, Viva Lupe Duce, long live the leader I remember I ain't have sneakers It was welfare Coming up for Airs like Whales there Fila, but now I'm well here I'm Shamu with twelve pair And niggas wanna take me back to zero like tare fare Well, my skill's clear You Sea World It's Braille here I'm Bumpy Johnson I stick to the streets Keep my dogs out in front of me You see what I'm saying And I push ki's wonderfully This is gangsta, man17

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I Got Money

Jeezy

[Intro: Jeezy] Yeah! Yeah! (eeeyyyyy!) These niggas ain't talking bout shit! (HAHA!) Cause I got money (I got money nigga)(That's riiiight!!)(HAHA!) Get your motherfucking hands in the air! [Verse 1: Jeezy] All I know is, the sky is blue and the coupe is new (chyeah!) And if your money right, then the coke is white (yeeeeaaaahhhh!) The birds fly south every year in the night (ay!) Gotta get it how you live, motherfuck them haters (geah!) Get 'em in Get 'em off, like hot potatoes (HAHA!) (Good morning Vietnam) Yeah, we trying to earn stripes Get jammed up with what it cost you your whole life (DAMN!) So say goodnight to the bad guy (geah!) Fresh pair of eighty-seven jeans I'm so fly (HAHA!) My seats is suede, my luggage is Louie (true!) And every bitch in the projects wanna do me (ay!) Snowman's the name Hundred grand on the chain What's up! [Chorus: Jeezy] My seats is suede, my luggage is Louie (ey!) And every bitch in the projects wanna do me Cause I got money (Cause I got money, Cause I got money) (HAHA!) (Yeah!) (I'm telling the truth nigga I got money)(No, I'm serious nigga) Remember when I couldn't afford no clothes (ey!) But nowadays a nigga hit the baddest hoes (yeah!) Cause I got money (Cause I got money, Cause I got money) (HAHA!) (Yeah!) (No, I'm serious nigga I got money) See Jeezy LiveGet tickets as low as $51You might also like[Verse 2: Jeezy] The Chevy sitting so high but the rims sit loooowww I got 'em from Bailey's (chyeah!) CTE, that's the label that pays me I own that so I pay myself (HAHA!) Being broke's bad for my health (ey!) Nyquil green (green!), 26 inches (chyeah!) Greenbriar Mall pull twenty-six bitches (that's riiiight!) Make a quick stop, serve 9 o's (these are my confessions) I'm a sucker for clothes (HAHA!) That paper stack up, if you let it (chyeah!) But I keep fucking up, I got a shoe fetish (nah!) Bad habits, I'm at Walter's every week (week!) 50 pair of new Nike Airs ain't cheap (DAMN!) You know I gotta get the cap to match (match!) New Era shit, I A-town at that (A-TOWN!) Throw the bags in the trunk, right back to the trap What's up! [Chorus: Jeezy & T.I.] My seats is suede, my luggage is Louie (ey!) And every bitch in the projects wanna do me Cause I got money (Cause I got money, Cause I got money) (HAHA!) (Yeah!) (I'm telling the truth nigga I got money)(No, I'm serious nigga) Remember when I couldn't afford no clothes (ey!) But nowadays a nigga hit the baddest hoes (yeah!) Cause I got money (Cause I got money, Cause I got money) (HAHA!) (Yeah!) (No, I'm serious nigga I got money) Ey! ey! Say Jeezy man lets show these sucker niggas how to fuck up some money right quick man Let me tell you some funny shit that happen to me [Verse 3: T.I.] She seen me in a drop 430 downtown eating in Houston (OK!) Caught a flat tire, I had to leave it in Houston And then I ran out of gas in the blue GT (Ay fuck it) The next week I went and cop a new GT So naw ballin' what they call it, they call it living the life And you can't help to spend it pimpin if you getting it right Ay listen, if you was getting what I be getting tonight You too would be high as kite blowing dro on a flight Oh I'm G4'ing it myself, but ay commercial aight Just security be a bitch Can't get in with this (haha!) Bought everything a hundred million will get I'm in a Vanquish, tell that bitch 'fore she begin to sit You know that! [Chorus: Jeezy] My seats is suede, my luggage is Louie (ey!) And every bitch in the projects wanna do me Cause I got money (Cause I got money, Cause I got money) (HAHA!) (Yeah!) (I'm telling the truth nigga I got money)(No, I'm serious nigga) Remember when I couldn't afford no clothes (ey!) But nowadays a nigga hit the baddest hoes (yeah!) Cause I got money (Cause I got money, Cause I got money) (HAHA!) (Yeah!) (No, I'm serious nigga I got money)1

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The Product

Ice Cube

[Intro] (Are you ready?) (Fuck that, Ice Cube coming back at you with another motherfucking bomb) [Verse 1] I was told, 'cause I didn't witness the whole act In and out was the movement of the bozack It was hot and sweaty and lots of pushin' Then the nut came gushin' And it was hell trying to bail to the ovary With nothing but the Lord lookin over me I was white with a tail But when I reached the finish line, young black male! One cell made two, and two cells made fo' And so on, so now I'm a embryo Then I got a hunch That I'mma be on lockdown, for nine months Chillin', with my mother to guide me And nuttin' but a stomach to hide me From all that worry and bullshit Nine months later, I elbow pull and kick 'Cause my time is up and I don't care With one big push, I'm outta there June 15th, it's just my luck In 1969, a nigga is the product See Ice Cube LiveGet tickets as low as $66You might also like(Ghetto-ass nigga, you ain't shit And you ain't gon' never be shit!) [Verse 2] I learned how to walk and talk and all that They put me in school, but it don't matter 'Cause I'm sitting in history Learning bout a sucker, who didn't give a fuck about me They try to shape us But I know Uncle Sam is a motherfucking rapist So I stopped paying attention Ice Cube, headed, straight to detention Fuck that shit, I roam the hallways I'm sent home and I don't got all A's A high school dropout My father had beef so I tried to knock pops out But I got tossed, he's the boss I'm out of there and mad 'cause I lost Now being on my own is a factor So I become, the neighborhood jacker Gimme your car, run your jewels Making a living robbing fools And if I let my nine rang out You know, it'll make your brains hang out So what's your fate? Am I the nigga you love, or the one you love to hate? The wrong answer is said, the nigga fled I pump lead, now he's in a puddle of red And if you got a buck, you're shit out of luck Stuck up by the motherfucking product (Uh-uh motherfucker you gots to get a job If you wanna stay in my motherfucking house) (Many young men reject the traditional values That are important to their parents Church, school and family Have been replaced by street, turf, and gang) [Verse 3] Twenty-one now, and paid in full Feeling bad, from all the shit I pulled On people back in the day Plus, I got a little baby on the way So I'm trying to go straight I'm with my baby's momma, out on a date Til the punk ass cops ran my plate Now I'm on a bus upstate "Oh, the young nigga done caught a case!" (Eating in the mess hall, saying my grace) Sent to a concrete ho-house Where all the products go, no doubt Yo momma, I gotta do eleven Living in a five-by-seven Dear baby, your man's getting worn out Of seeing young boys getting they assholes torn out And then he got shanked with a spoon And he was supposed to get out soon Is it my fault, he was caught in production Where a young black life means nothin' Just because, I didn't want to learn your grammar You say I'm better off in the slammer And it's driving me batty 'Cause my little boy, is missing daddy I'm ashamed, but the fact is I wish pops let me off on the mattress Or should I just hang from the top bunk But that's going out like a punk My life is fucked But it ain't my fault, 'cause I'm the motherfucking product (He ain't shit)4

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I Ain’t tha 1

N.W.A

[Intro: Woman #1 and Ice Cube] Ice Cube, do you think you could give me some money to get my hair done? What's wrong with your hair right now? Well you know I get it done every week, and I need my nails done too Look, I'mma tell you like this [Verse 1: Ice Cube] I ain't the one, the one to get played like a pooh butt See I'm from the street, so I know what's up On these silly games that's played by the women I'm only happy when I'm goin up in 'em But you know, I'm a menace to society But girls in biker shorts are so fly to me So I step to 'em, with aggression Listen to the kid, and learn a lesson today See, they think we narrow minded 'Cause they got a cute face, and big-behinded So I walk over and say "How ya doin'?" See, I'm only down for screwin', but you know Ya gotta play it off cool 'Cause if they catch you slipping, you'll get schooled And they'll get you for your money, son Next thing you know you're getting their hair and they nails done Fool, and they'll let you show 'em off But when it comes to sex, they got a bad cough Or a headache, it's all give and no take Run out of money, and watch your heart break They'll drop you like a bad habit 'Cause a brother with money yo, they gotta have it Messing with me though, they gets none You can't juice Ice Cube, girl, 'cause I ain't the one You might also like[Interlude #1: Woman #2 and Woman #1] Girrrrrl, you got to get these brothers for all the money you can honey. 'Cause if they ain't got no money, they can't do nothin' for me but get out of my face I know what you mean, girl; it ain't nothin' right jumpin' off unless he got dollars! [Verse 2: Ice Cube] Sometimes I used to wonder How the hell an ugly dude get a fine girl's number He's getting juiced for his ducats I tell a girl in a minute yo, I drive a bucket And won't think nuttin' of it She can ride or walk, either leave it or love it I show her that I'm not the O, the N-E, say I'm a ruthless N-I double-G A 'Cause I'm gamin' on a female that's gamin' on me You know I spell girl with a B A brother like me is only out for one thing I think with my ding-a-ling, but I won't bring no Flowers to your doorstep, when we goin' out 'Cause you'll take it for granted, no doubt And after the date, I'mma want to do the wild thing You want lobster? Huh! I'm thinking Burger King And when I take you, you get frustrated You can't juice Ice Cube and you hate it But you see, I don't go nuts Over girls like you with the BIG ol butts It start comin' out the pocket, to knock it But when the damage is done You can only lay me girl, you can't play me girl For the simple fact that, I ain't the one [Interlude #2: Woman #2 and Woman #1] I don't care how they look; if they got money, we can hook up but they ain't gettin' none Yeah, I just make em think they gonna get some, play with they mind a lil bit, and get that money. Oh Ice Cube, can I have some money pleeeease? [Verse 3] Give you money? Why bother? 'Cause you know I'm looking nothing like your father Girl, I can't be played or ganked Ganked means getting took for your bank Or your gold or your money or something Nine times outta ten, she's giving up nothing They get mad when I put it in perspective But let's see if my knowledge is effective To the brothas man they robbing you blind 'Cause they fine with a big behind, but pay it no mind Keep your money to yourself, homie And if you got enough game You'll get her name and her number Without going under You can't leave 'em and love and stay above 'em I used to get no play; now she stay behind me 'Cause I said I had a Benz 190 But I lied and played the one Just to get some; now she feels dumb To my homies it's funny But that's what you get trying to play me for my money Now don't you feel used? But I don't give a hoot, huh, because I knock boots You shouldn't be, so damn material And try to milk Ice Cube like cereal Now how many times do I have to say it? 'Cause if I have to go get a gun You girls will learn I don't burn You think I'm a sucka, but I ain't the one [Outro: Woman #1 and Ice Cube] But you said you love me! I don't see no rings on this finger Why you doin' me like this? I love you! Yeah, you love my money; I got what I wanted -- beat it!13

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Dope Man

N.W.A

[Intro: Eazy-E & unknown Dopefiend] *Knocking on the door* Yo man what you need? Yo, uh, man I need something man, I need a twenty, man Whatchu got, man? Ey, I got this rope chain, man Man, this shit look like a gold on the roll shit (What the fuck is that?) (It's a fuckin dud!) It's real man This shit ain't real (That nigga sellin' that shit again, man?!) Get the fuck outta here and come back with some money C'mon man, be cool man Y'all Mexicans always comin' with this shit Yo Dre, kick in the bass! [Verse 1: Ice Cube] It was once said by a man who couldn't quit "Dopeman, please can I have another hit?" The dope man said, "Clucka, I don't give a shit If your girl kneel down and sucked my dick" It all happened and the guy tried to choke her Nigga didn't care, she ain't nothing but a smoker That's the way it goes, that's the name of the game Young brother getting over by slanging 'caine Gold around his neck in 14 k heaven Bitches jocking on his dick 24-7 Plus he's making money keeping the base heads waiting Rollin' six four with the fresh ass daytons Living in Compton, California CA His uzi up yo ass if he don't get paid Nigga begging for credit, he's knocking out teeth Clocking much dollars on the 1st and 15th Big wad of money, nothing less than a twenty Yo, you want a five-oh? The dope man's got plenty To be a dope man, boy, you must qualify Don't get high off your own supply From a key to a g it's all about money 10 piece for 10 base, pipe comes free And people out there are not hip to the fact If you see somebody getting money for crack, he's the You might also like[Chorus] Dopeman, dopeman! Hey man give me a hit Dopeman, dopeman! Yo man fuck that shit Dopeman, dopeman! We just can't quit Dopeman, dopeman! Well, suck this bitch! [Interlude: Dr. Dre] Wait a minute -- who the fuck are you talking to? Do you know who the fuck I am? Man, I can't believe this shit -- this bitch is trying to gank me I'll slap you up side your head with nine inches of limp dick! [Verse 2: Ice Cube] You need a nigga with money so you get a dopeman Juice that fool for as much as you can She likes his car and he gets with her Got a black eye cause the dopeman hit her Let that slide and you pay it no mind Find that he's slapping you all the time But that's okay, cause he's so rich And you ain't nothing but a dopeman's bitch! Do what he say and you keep your mouth shut Popping that trash might get you fucked up You'll sit and cry if the dope man strikes you He don't give a fuck - he got two just like you There's a another girl in the dopeman's life Not quite a bitch but far from a wife Sh'es called the strawberry and everybody know Strawberry, strawberry is the neighborhood ho Do anything for a hit or two Give tha bitch a rock, she'll fuck the whole damn crew It might be your wife and it might make you sick Come home and see her mouth on the dopeman's dick Strawberry just look and you'll see her But don't fuck around or she'll give you gonorrhea And people out there are not hip to the fact That Strawberry is a girl selling pussy for crack to the [Chorus] Dopeman, dopeman! Hey man give me a hit Dopeman, dopeman! Hey yo man fuck that shit Dopeman, dopeman! In yo face Yo Dre, kick in the bass! [Verse 3: Ice Cube] If you smoke 'caine, you're a stupid motherfucker Known around the hood as the schoolyard clucker Doing that crack with all the money you got On your hands and knees searching for a piece of rock Jonesing for a hit and you're looking for more Done stole a Alpine of out Eazy's 6-4 You need your ass whooped cause it's out of this earth Can't get a 10 piece need a dolla fifty's worth Knucklehead nigga, yeah, you turned into a crook But swear up and down, boy, that you ain't hooked You beat your friend up and you whooped his ass long Cause he hit the pipe till the rock was all gone You're robbing and stealing, bugging and illing While the dope man's dealing What is killing your pain, cocaine, this shit's insane Yo, E, she's a berry, let's run a train [Eazy-E] Man, I wouldn't touch that bitch [Ice Cube] Me neither; Ho, go home and wash out your beaver And niggas out there messing up people's health Yo, what the fuck yo gotta say for yourself? [Eazy-E] Well, I'm the dopeman - yeah, boy, wear corduroy Money up to here but unemployed You keep smoking that rock and my pocket's getting bigger [Dr. Dre] Yo, got that five-0 - double up, nigga [Eazy-E] Yeah, high rolling, big money I'm folding Bitch on my tip for the dick I'm holding Strung strawberry jocking me so early Ho, you want a hit you gotta get your knees dirty Well, that's my life that how it's cut [Girls] Hey, dopeman! [Eazy-E] Bitch, shut the fuck up Gotta make a run, it's a big money deal Gankers got the fake but you can get the real from the [Chorus] Dopeman, dopeman! Yeah, that's me Dopeman, dopeman! Yo, can I get a "g"? Dopeman, dopeman! Clock as much as he can Fuck this shit, who am I? THE DOPEMAN! [Krazy D] Yo, mister dopeman, you think you're slick You sold crack to my sister and now she's sick But if she happens to die because of your drug I'm putting in your culo a .38 slug!25

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Upgrade

Lil Wayne

[Intro] Yessir Three Ha, I love this shit So let me talk my shit, uh-huh (Coughing) Okay, I'm good Yeah [Verse: Lil Wayne] I know you see the guap, 'cause getting money is what we on Riding drop-top in the winter with the heat on Bad yellow bitch keep my passenger seat warm Leg hanging out the window, you ain't got these on Bitch, holler! It is Lil Weezy They cannot see me, they are like Stevie I am bearing a ton like Levy I circle your house like BB Colder than the heebie-jeebies, never give freebies Seventy-five thousand for these fees, shit I can get a hundred thousand up in these jeans Big stacks, my pockets on Creatine Young Money, DipSet, nigga, we a team If you don't like it, nigga, fuck you, no Vaseline Errr! I peel off in the Lamborghin' Like a tangerine Got the engine straight shaking like a tambourine Like a bitch with some lips like Angelin' —a Jolie, Holy God flow I go where no other guy go Fuck you, ho, I'm so 5-0— 4, I hope every snitch die slow Hip-hop, that's my ho, I know She know I like it wet, don't want no dry ho Alright, bitch, I am the boy, no decoy And I will straight up destroy any boy, or man And I prefer money than bitches, or just reefer We are Young Money, bitch, and I am the leader He are: Curren$y, Mack Maine, and D-Raw And I just signed a chick named Nicki Minaj And me, I'm still spittin' like a retard And these niggas soft, they should be rapping in leotards Nigga, we in charge, Baby put me in charge And I'm just murdering niggas, free of charge You dig? Just holler back, I see you, Sarge I'm so motherfucking high, I can eat a star Yeah, let me upgrade you You may not be a model, but I can front-page you You know I'm nasty, excuse my behavior Let me just taste you, we can fuck later Sitting in the coupe, looking like a racer Top peeled back like the skin of a potato Seat way back, listening to Anita Baker Riding by myself, smoking weed by the acre Hollygrove gator, ain't nobody greater Leave you with some bulletholes the size of craters You ain't heard the latest, Weezy F. the greatest Battle anybody, nigga, fuck whoe'er your favorite It's a new game, and I'm the coach like Avery Leave it to the flow, we getting dough like the bakery I don't really want to, but these niggas making me Put a motherfucker on ice like the Maple Leaves That's a hockey team, and I ain't on no hockey team But I'm a champion—where's the fucking Rocky theme? Damn, rest in peace, Apollo Creed I'm a monster, every day is Halloween A lot of syrup, lot of pills, and a lot of weed And I keep my pockets green like a pod of peas And if you hating, baby, you can get a side of deez Deez nuts in your mouth, and can you swallow, please? Haha Yeah, I'm so hot, I freeze Big balls, and they jangle like a lot of keys Even deaf bitches say "Hi" to me She tell a blind bitch, and she say, "I gotta see" Young Carter, darling Understand: I am Michael Jordan balling, yes I'm a dog, I'm a Hoya, homie I'm a boss, your man's just an employer, mami You might also like[Outro] Let me upgrade you Ha, let me upgrade you Upgrade you, ah Ahhhh.... Weezy!11

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Modern Man’s Hustle

Atmosphere

[Verse 1] The first time I met the devil was at a Motel 6 She left hell to spend a weekend on Earth just for kicks Sexy little bitch, shorter than expected About 5 foot 5, big and thick in the breast and thighs Beautiful, dark eyes, a strong stare Large lips, soft hands, and long hair I said I'll make you smile for the simple fact I'm good at it I'll make you smile just so I can sit and look at it [Chorus] I will show you all you need to know You must hold on to anyone that wants you And I will love you through simple and the struggle But girl, you got to understand the modern man must hustle I will show you all you need to know You must hold on to anyone that wants you And I will love you through simple and the struggle But girl, you got to understand the modern man must hustle [Verse 2] Who cares what Jane says? She always spits the same spit I'd rather kill the radio and listen to the rain hit Little sister needs seclusion, some how she'll discover it through the pop music Got used to the feeling of falling, but she'll never see her following Bouncing back and forth between the healing and the hollering Riding the outer ring of your own private saturn Thoughts scattered all across the grey matter Little baby doll she doesn't know what to say to ya'll The patience is short and of course the pride is way too tall Break it all smash the past like it was made of glass Ain't no other way to make it last It hurts to watch Lucy lose the dream I've had the pleasure of seeing our hero kick and scream And when she calms down I'll turn the sound down And put my arms around the little lost and found and I'll tell her that See Atmosphere LiveGet tickets as low as $34You might also like[Chorus] I will show you all you need to know You must hold on to anyone that wants you And I will love you through simple and the struggle But girl, you got to understand the modern man must hustle I will show you all you need to know You must hold on to anyone that wants you And I will love you through simple and the struggle But girl, you got to understand the modern man must hustle [Verse 3] Hush little lady don't say a word Or the rest of the village gonna know you're disturbed And if you let them know that you're vulnerable Then there ain't no stopping how far they open you slow (yo yo yo) I'm a chapter in your textbook read me like a checkbook Mistook love at first sight for a sex look Enough of the blind man's bluff I want the good stuff Trying to hook up a full belly and a foot rub The modern man's hustle I dig it, I shuffle Feed me your troubles and need me to cuddle (come on) Bundle up in my mitten and coat As cold as it gets I keep your winter afloat So let the snow fall (it's coming down) She doesn't want to understand why I still come around She looks at the mirror, she don't see what I see She holds no history of how precious she be Lay your head on my chest, speak of the stress Kick your feet up and rest, before we clean up the nest I hate to see you upset, it cramps the position And if you didn't know, you better listen (you better listen 'cause) [Chorus] I will show you all you need to know You must hold on to anyone that wants you And I will love you through simple and the struggle But girl, you got to understand the modern man must hustle I will show you all you need to know You must hold on to anyone that wants you And I will love you through simple and the struggle But girl, you got to understand the modern man must hustle14

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Drop It Like It’s Hot

Snoop Dogg

[Produced by The Neptunes] [Intro] Snoop Snoop [Chorus: Snoop Dogg] When the pimp's in the crib, ma (Drop it like it's hot, drop it like it's hot, drop it like it's hot) When the pigs try to get at you (Park it like it's hot, park it like it's hot, park it like it's hot) And if a nigga get a attitude (Pop it like it's hot, pop it like it's hot, pop it like it's hot) I got the Rollie on my arm and I'm pourin' Chandon And I roll the best weed, 'cause I got it goin' on [Verse 1: Pharrell Williams] I'm a nice dude (Uh), with some nice dreams (Yep) See these ice cubes? (Uh) See these Ice Creams? Eligible bachelor, million dollar boat That's whiter than what's spillin' down your throat The Phantom, exterior like fish eggs The interior like suicide-wrist red I can exercise you, this can be your Phys. Ed Cheat on your man, ma, that's how you get ahizzead Killer with the beat, I know killers in the street With the steel that'll make you feel like Chinchilla in the heat So don't try to run up on my ear talkin' all that raspy shit, tryna ask me shit When my niggas fill your vest, they ain't gon' pass me shit You should think about it, take a second *Ding* Matter-fact, you should take four, B And think before you fuck with-a lil' Skateboard P See Snoop Dogg LiveGet tickets as low as $15You might also like[Chorus: Snoop Dogg] When the pimp's in the crib, ma (Drop it like it's hot, drop it like it's hot, drop it like it's hot) When the pigs try to get at you (Park it like it's hot, park it like it's hot, park it like it's hot) And if a nigga get a attitude (Pop it like it's hot, pop it like it's hot, pop it like it's hot) I got the Rollie on my arm and I'm pourin' Chandon And I roll the best weed, 'cause I got it goin' on [Verse 2: Snoop Dogg] I'm a gangsta, but ch'all knew that Da Big Boss Dogg, yeah, I had to do that I keep a blue flag hangin' out my backside But only on the left side, yeah, that's the Crip side Ain't no other way to play the game the way I play I cut so much you thought I was a DJ *rewind* Two, re-pe-re-pe one, yep, three S-N double O-P, D-O double G I can't fake it, just break it, and when I take it See, I specialize in makin' all the girls get naked So bring your friends, all of y'all come inside We got a world premiere right here, now get live (So don't) So don't change the dizzle, turn it up a little I got a livin' room full of fine dime brizzles Waitin' on the Pizzle, the Dizzle and the Chizzle G's to the bizzack, now, ladies, here we gizzo [Chorus: Snoop Dogg] When the pimp's in the crib, ma (Drop it like it's hot, drop it like it's hot, drop it like it's hot) When the pigs try to get at you (Park it like it's hot, park it like it's hot, park it like it's hot) And if a nigga get a attitude (Pop it like it's hot, pop it like it's hot, pop it like it's hot) I got the Rollie on my arm and I'm pourin' Chandon And I roll the best weed, 'cause I got it goin' on [Verse 3: Snoop Dogg] I'm a bad boy with a lotta hoes Drive my own cars and wear my own clothes I hang out tough, I'm a real boss Big Snoop Dogg, yeah, he's so sharp On the TV screen and in the magazines If you play me close, you're on a red beam Oh, you got a gun, so you wanna pop back? AK-47 now, nigga, stop that Cement shoes, now I'm on the move Your family's cryin', now you on the news They can't find you and now they miss you Must I remind you, I'm only here to twist you Pistol-whip you, dip you, then flip you Then dance to this mothafuckin' music we Crip to Subscribe, nigga, get your issue Baby, come close, let me see how you get loose [Chorus: Snoop Dogg] When the pimp's in the crib, ma (Drop it like it's hot, drop it like it's hot, drop it like it's hot) When the pigs try to get at you (Park it like it's hot, park it like it's hot, park it like it's hot) And if a nigga get a attitude (Pop it like it's hot, pop it like it's hot, pop it like it's hot) I got the Rollie on my arm and I'm pourin' Chandon And I roll the best weed, 'cause I got it goin' on [Outro] Snoop Snoop62

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Country Grammar (Hot Shit)

Nelly

[Intro] Hot shit (Hot shit) [Chorus] Mmmmm, I'm going down, down, baby, your street, in a Range Rover (Come on!) Street sweeper baby, cocked, ready to let it go (Hot Shit) Shimmy, shimmy, cocoa what, listen to it pound Light it up and take a puff, pass it to me now I'm going down, down, baby, your street, in a Range Rover Street sweeper baby, cocked, ready to let it go Shimmy, shimmy, cocoa what, listen to it pound Light it up and take a puff, pass it to me now [Verse 1] Mmmmm, you can find me in St. Louis rolling on dubs Smoking on dubs in clubs, blowing up like Cocoa Puffs Sipping Bud', getting perved and getting dubbed Daps and hugs, mean mugs and shoulder shrugs And it's all because, accumulated enough scratch just to Navigate it, wood decorated on chrome and it's Candy painted, fans fainting while I'm entertainin' Wild, ain't it? How me and money get acquainted I hang with Hannibal Lecter (Hot shit!) So feel me when I bring it Sing it loud (What?), I'm from the Lou' and I'm proud Run a mile for the cause, I'm righteous, above the law Player my style's raw, I’m Born to Mack, like Todd Shaw Forget the fame and the glamour, give me D's with a rubber hammer My grammar be's Ebonics, gin, tonic, and chronic Fuck Bionic, it's ironic, slamming niggas like Onyx Lunatics till the day I die And I run more game than the Bulls and Sonics See Nelly LiveGet tickets as low as $43You might also like[Chorus] I'm going down, down, baby, your street, in a Range Rover (Come on!) Street sweeper baby, cocked, ready to let it go (Hot Shit) Shimmy, shimmy, cocoa what, listen to it pound Light it up and take a puff, pass it to me now I'm going down, down, baby, your street, in a Range Rover Street sweeper baby, cocked, ready to let it go Shimmy, shimmy, cocoa what, listen to it pound Light it up and take a puff, pass it to me now [Verse 2] Who say pretty boys can't be Wild niggas, loud niggas, O.K. Corral niggas Foul niggas, run in the club and bust in the crowd, nigga "How nigga?" Ask me again and it's going down, nigga Now nigga, come to the circus and watch me clown, nigga Pound niggas, what you be giving when I'm around nigga Frown niggas, talking that shit when I leave the town, nigga Say now, can you hoes come out to play now? Hey, I'm ready to cut you up any day now Play by my rules, boo, and you gon' stay high May I answer your Third Question like A.I Say hi, to my niggas left in the slamma From St. Louis to Memphis, from Texas back up to Indiana Chi-Town, K.C., Motown to Alabama L.A., New York Yankee niggas, to Hotlanta Louisiana, all my niggas with "Country Grammar" Smoking blunts in Savannah, blow thirty mil', like I'm Hammer [Chorus] I'm going down, down, baby, your street, in a Range Rover (Come on!) Street sweeper baby, cocked, ready to let it go (Hot Shit) Shimmy, shimmy, cocoa what, listen to it pound Light it up and take a puff, pass it to me now I'm going down, down, baby, your street, in a Range Rover Street sweeper baby, cocked, ready to let it go Shimmy, shimmy, cocoa what, listen to it pound Light it up and take a puff, pass it to me now [Verse 3] Let's show these cats to make these Millions so you niggas quit acting silly, mon Kid quicker than Billy, mon, talking really and I need it mon Flows, I kick 'em freely mon, especially off Remi, mon Keys to my Beemer, mon, holler at Beenie Man See me, mon, chiefin', rollin' deeper than any mon Through Jennings mon, through U-City back up to Kingsland With nice niggas, sheist niggas who snatch yo' life, niggas Trife niggas who produce and sell the same beat twice, nigga (Hot shit!) Ice, niggas, all over, close to never sober From broke to having brokers, my price-range is Rover Now I'm knocking like Jehovah; let me in now, let me in now Bill Gates, Donald Trump, let me in now Spend now, I got money to lend my friends now We in now, candy Benz, Kenwood and 10's now I win now (Woo!), fucking lesbian twins now Seein' now, through the pen I make my ends now [Chorus] I'm going down, down, baby, your street, in a Range Rover (Come on!) Street sweeper baby, cocked, ready to let it go (Hot Shit) Shimmy, shimmy, cocoa what, listen to it pound Light it up and take a puff, pass it to me now I'm going down, down, baby, your street, in a Range Rover Street sweeper baby, cocked, ready to let it go Shimmy, shimmy, cocoa what, listen to it pound Light it up and take a puff, pass it to me now29

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Jus Lyke Compton

DJ Quik

[Verse 1: DJ Quik] Finally out the muthafuckin' CPT Off to other cities and shit No longer just an underground hit Movin thangs, a local nigga made good I made a name off of making tapes for niggas in the hood And now, let me tell a little story About the places that I been to and the shit that I been through Like fightin' and shootouts and bangin and shit All because a nigga made a hit, check it 1991, it was double or nothing, not a nigga wit' hit Then we broke out with the fonky shit About bitches and niggas and gettin' drunk and off that bud I was doing the shit they hadn't heard of But foolish was I to think that it wasn't no other cities like this And they didn't like this That Compton was the home of a foot in yo' ass Where you got blast, and now that's just a thing of the past Let me tell ya why firsthand We did a show up in Oak-land and niggas was kickin up sand To them bangin' ain't nothin' new, and slangin' ain't nothin' new And for every nigga we done shot, they done shot two Straight doin' locs since the sixties, before I was born Families of young niggas mourn So I'm just letting you know That if ya plan to take a trip to the Bay Keep your hand on your clip You might also likeBecause Oakland (ha ha ha, is just like Compton) Yeah, I'm telling y'all Oakland (ha ha ha, is just like Compton, fool) [Verse 2: DJ Quik] Moving on to St. Louis, where they country as fuck With gold teeth in they mouth but they still know what's up Where it's hot as a muthafucka, hot enough to make ya cuss That's why I kept my ass on the bus But later on when it cooled off we came down and met a couple of friends Who put us up on the St. Louis cap The Smith Center, with Big Bob, Little Steve, Tojo, Biss and Rich And a couple of bitches Then they took us to a man named Gus in a store He put us down with a herringbone and shoes galore That's when I started thinking that this wasn't like home But then they had to prove me wrong 'Cause later that night after we did the show We went back to the afterset, and wouldn't ya know Yeah, Bloods and Crips start scrappin' and shootin' -- in Missouri? Damn, how could this happen? Now St. Louis (ha ha ha, is just like Compton) Yeah y'all, St. Louis (ha ha ha ha, is just like Compton, nigga) [Verse 3: DJ Quik] I don't think they know, they too crazy for their own good They need to stop watchin' that Colors and Boyz n the Hood Too busy claimin Sixties, tryin to be raw And never ever seen the 'Shaw But now, back to the story that I'm tellin' We packed up the tour bus one more time and started bailin' When we arrived I saw red and blue sweatsuits When I'm thinkin' 'bout horse dookie, and cowboy boots I guess Texas ain't no different from the rest And San Antonio, was just waitin' to put us to the test And before it was over the shit got deep A nigga got shot in the face, and was dead in the street Then they came in the club thinkin' of scrappin' Little did they know that we was packin' Yeah, we was puttin' 'em down and scaring the rest, shit I even had to wear the bulletproof vest Now San Antonio (ha ha ha ha, is just like Compton) Yeah, San Antonio (ha ha ha ha, is just like Compton, bitch) [Verse 4: DJ Quik] After about a month on the road We came home and I can safely say That L.A. is a much better place to stay How could a bunch of niggas in a town like this Have such a big influence on niggas so far away? But still my story ain't over 'cause I got one more to tell And the people of Colorado, they know it well It was all in the news and if you don't remember I had this show I did in Denver With a punk ass promoter in a bunk ass skating rink Bitches was lovin it, but niggas was shovin and shit To the front of the stage to throw their gang signs But I'm getting paid so I didn't pay it no mind Then I poured out my brew onto their face and chest Then they start throwin' soda, and fuckin' up my Guess When it was over two niggas needed stitches Got cracked in they jaw for being punk ass bitches Now Denver (ha ha ha, is just like Compton) Yeah, y'all Denver (ha ha ha, they wanna be like Compton, bitch) And you know that Oakland (ha ha ha, is just like Compton) Yeah, y'all, St. Louis (ha ha ha ha, we made it just like Compton, fool) Uh-huh, San Antonio (ha ha ha ha ha, is just like Compton) Yeah, and Denver (ha ha ha, they wanna be like Compton, punk ass niggas) I thought ya knew (ha ha ha, yeah)

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8 Iz Enuff

Big L

[Intro: Big L] Yo, my crew is in the house Terra, Herb McGruff, Buddah Bless Big Twan, Killa Cam, Trooper J and Mike Boogie And I'ma set it like this [Verse 1: Big L] A-yo! Folks who quote what I wrote get choked You better surrender before you get smoked You niggas be thinkin' this kid is a joke? I put chumps to rest fast when my Smith-Wes' blast So just dash, or trespass and get your chest smashed Rap New York rules! I sport jewels and extort crews Don't get me pissed, I got a short fuse I go berserk when I put in work or do dirt, jerk So stay alert, no smirk, 'cause these knuckles hurt I'm from the alley, not the valley, I'm hotter than Cali Wicked like Harry, and fuck Sally, I rather marry Halle I revive crowds with live styles Don't hang with jive pals Adios, ghost, I'm 5 thous' [Verse 2: Terra] Well, I'm flav, and I was down with the crime wave Now it's time saved, yo, 'cause now I'm a rhyme slave In '87, I sold cracks, collected some dough stacks Hold gats, a joker got his soul taxed Innovated, rappers — you know who made it Tell the Terra to rotate it, his raps are gold-plated This nigga Terra is past butter, sharp like a glass cutter Ass brother, I leave your rhyme trash gutter I'm more rare, the MC in this warfare Put you in a morgue where it's too late for that Lord prayer Power struck, Terra drops the follow-up Sour luck, niggas gotten props to swallow nuts You might also like[Verse 3: Herb McGruff] For those that don't know, yo, I'm Herb McGruff! I'm on some murder stuff! And when I talk, every verb is rough! Front on this and get beat bad With big bats that bruise, break bones Then wind up bloody in a body-bag MC's are live, but I'm mad liver A-yo, my rhymes are more funky than an African cab driver! Step to this and get sliced with ease, ate up like rice and peas (Herb, can you fight?!) Yo, I'm nice with these Ask the nigga in my last bout He thought I just was on some gun shit, I had to knock his ass out! Microphones I gotta tear Peace to Big L, straight from Hell, I'm the fuck up outta here! [Verse 4: Buddah Bless] Ayo, it's time to get drastic, but God bless the fantastic Herb passed it, now I melt the mic like it's plastic I rag crews 'cause I'm bad news In a mad mood, I'm servin' brothers quicker than fast food Step to this and get your body blown 'Cause I'm a no maricón, for poems I slide the hotties home Here's some advice — I'm mad nice A-yo, I'm quick to lick the mag' twice and cold take a fag's life My swellin' melon got niggas jealin' A-yo, fuck bribes! I'm takin' niggas lives like a felon [Verse 5: Big Twan] Yo! I'm bustin' chumps like a Glock 10 When I drops in, the Top 10 is rocked when it's locked in I just abuse the flow, don't need a fuse to blow Bruise the groove slow, when I rhyme, I just kill your show I got lines that's deeper than a jail bid No frail, kids get nailed and read braille when they fail, dig? Yeah, and I'm nasty, too nasty to trash me, bash me Ay-o, that's dead, so don't ask me! You'd get bumped off if beef ever jumped off I never come soft, I got a pump that's sawed-off But when I let slugs out, you will get rubbed out For dissin', you'll come up missin' like a cub scout [Verse 6: Killa Kam (Cam'Ron)] Rappers be funny like Fletch 'cause they sections say they slaughter, son Talk about 9s and TEC's and never shot a water gun But Killa Kam — I get erratic when it comes to static There you have it, a trigger fanatic with a automatic Increase the peace that cease 'cause once I release My crew from the East, we leavin' at least 20 police deceased It's the beast on attack, so make tracks I break backs, I jack with def gats and black MAC's On Lenox Ave., ain't no light looks You fight crooks, left and right hooks If you front, get your life took! [Verse 7: Trooper J] I'm havin' nail-sharp pains in my brain like a Hellraiser I'm blazin' trails from jail cells, so a trailblazer Who find crime and fill the 9 with nothin' but lead? Boom-bye-bye! Dem find another batty bwoy dead In backyard alleys, but I call 'em crack-more valleys And I pack more rallies than riots back in Cali And people wanna know the reason why I blow my fuse I'm in a daze, and I'm so confused From seein' heads shake so many times the lead make And Mike Boogie's next up to keep my head straight [Verse 8: Mike Boogie] I should never rhyme 'cause every time I step into a contest Kids evacuate the premises like it's a bomb threat 'Cause they know when I start droppin' poems That I be knockin' domes, poppin' bones And sendin' niggas hoppin' home Word to God, it's kinda hard for a fag to touch this So if you're comin' to see me, nigga, bring a cast and crutches And niggas, I don't need a gun for you, none of you! 'Cause I can kill you dead with the lead from my Number 2 And it's death in every paragraph And niggas learn when I burn their motherfuckin' ass to ash No need to question am I nice 'cause it's a fact, friend I shoot the gift like Santa Claus with a MAC-10 And niggas ain't half as nice, so they get sacrificed And sent to the afterlife, they ain't no match for Mike Now I'm 'bout to skate in a rush, just finished makin' it tough Peace to Big L, a-yo, 8 iz enuff! [Outro: Big L] True, true! And before I get up outta here I gotta say peace to D-Whiz and Short Man Brothers that was there since the beginnin' What's up to Rock-N-Will from the Hard Pack Crew Peace to Ma$e Murda and the B.B.O. Crew The Best Out Crew, The M&M Crew And all the other crews that's representin' in Harlem You know what I'm sayin? And last but not least I gotta say peace to the 139th Street NFL Crew, my crew! Word up!16

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Hey Mama

Kanye West

[Chorus] (Hey, Mama, ah, ow) I wanna scream so loud for you, 'cause I'm so proud of you, and uh Let me tell you what I'm about to do (Hey, Mama) I know I act a fool, but I promise you, I'm goin' back to school, and I appreciate what you allowed for me, and I I just want you to be proud of me (Hey, Mama) [Verse 1] I wanna tell the whole world about a friend of mine This little light of mine, I'm finna let it shine I'm finna take y'all back to them better times I'm finna talk about my mama if y'all don't mind I was three years old when you and I moved to the Chi' Late December, harsh winter gave me a cold You fixed me up something that was good for my soul Famous homemade chicken soup, can I have another bowl? You work late nights just to keep on the lights Mommy got me training wheels so I could keep on my bike And you would give anything in this world Michael Jackson leather and a glove, but didn't give me a curl And you never put no man over me And I love you for that, mommy, can't you see? Seven years old, caught you with tears in your eyes 'Cause a nigga cheatin', telling you lies, then I started to cry As we knelt on the kitchen floor I said, "Mommy, I'ma love you 'til you don't hurt no more And when I'm older, you ain't gotta work no more And I'ma get you that mansion that we couldn't afford" See, you're unbreakable, unmistakable Highly capable lady that's makin' loot A livin' legend too, just look at what Heaven do Sent us an angel, and I thank you, Mama You might also like[Chorus] (Hey, Mama, ah, ow) I wanna scream so loud for you, 'cause I'm so proud of you, and uh Let me tell you what I'm about to do (Hey, Mama) I know I act a fool, but I promise you, I'm goin' back to school, and I appreciate what you allowed for me, and I I just want you to be proud of me (Hey, Mama) [Verse 2] Forrest Gump, Mama said, "Life is like a box of chocolates" My mama told me, “Go to school, get your doctorate Something to fall back on, you could profit with” But still supported me when I did the opposite Now I feel like it's things I gotta get Things I gotta do, just to prove to you You was getting through, can the choir please Give me a verse of "You Are So Beautiful To Me"? Can't you see, you're like a book of poetry Maya Angelou, Nikki Giovanni, turn one page and there's my mommy Come on, Mommy, just dance wit' me Let the whole world see your dancing feet Now when I say "Hey," y'all say, "Mama" Now everybody answer me, come on [Chorus] (Hey, Mama, ah, ow) I wanna scream so loud for you, 'cause I'm so proud of you Let me tell you what I'm about to do (Hey, Mama) I know I act a fool, but I promise you, I'm goin' back to school I appreciate what you allowed for me I just want you to be proud of me (Hey, Mama) [Break] I guess it also depends though if my ends low Second they get up, you gon' get that Benzo Tint the windows, ride around the city and let your friends know (Hey, Mama) Tell your job you gotta fake 'em out Since you brought me in this world, let me take you out To a restaurant, upper echelon I'ma get you a Jag', whatever else you want Just tell me what kind of S-Type Donda West like? Tell me the perfect color so I make it just right It don't gotta be Mother's Day or your birthday For me to just call and say [Outro] (Hey, Mama, ah, ow) I wanna scream so loud for you, 'cause I'm so proud of you, and uh Let me tell you what I'm about to do (Hey, Mama) You know I love you so, and I never let you go Wrote this song just so you know No matter where you go, our love is true (Hey, Mama) [Produced by Jon Brion & Kanye West]188

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National Anthem

Lupe Fiasco

[Intro] Check One, two Aw, nah [Verse 1] Your attention, please! Your attention, I need it So I can sit you in a position from which I see it Where I'm seated is scenic Heavy-weighter, slim as the Machinist, so bulimic Which means you somewhere in between it I take it back for you like the Wyld Stallyns of San Dimas I'm in the market for low-mile 360 Modena annd a good organic cleaners My car always a winner Your car's always pitted—we should call it" Stanley Steamers" Most of my friends in gangs My new nickname is Genghis Khan— But without the 'Ye, but his last name's my side I ride with the meanest I'm armed to the teeth You're Venus, and you've never been to the dentist School of Hard Knocks, I dean it I done it, as well as a celebrated alumnus I donate to the campus, and my name's on the arenas But you can't bring it to my court—not even with subpoenas 'Cause you can't play my sport, but you can still cheerlead us And you can't sit there—that section's for the seniors And the sexy señoritas, so, just move up to the bleachers How you gonna school me when I grew up with your teachers? I know that you can't hear me 'cause I blew up all the speakers And the power line is hanging 'cause I threw up all the sneakers I ate up the imposters and I chewed through all the pizzas I blacked out with a black card and I maxed out all the Visas, ugh Accreditation so prestigious Just walk across my stage—your life will be completed Don't need financial aid, 'cause this is just some free shit You been properly prepared, throw your hats up in the air I'm red hot, Chilly—I'm Anthony Kiedis My spirit smells teenage, and Chi-Town's feeling excellent We hit them with the President—see, we set the precedent I don't feel I'm best, I just feel I'm better than... You might also like[Chorus: Sample] Everyone Everyone around here Everyone is so near It's holding on It's holding on [Verse 2] See I don't disagree, this is just a grievance This ain't dissing; this is civil disobedience How you gon' make hip-hop without all the ingredients? Lot of mouths to feed, plus, a lot of greediness And that greed outshines the neediness What niggas need is some "question the authority and tune out all the TV" shit And we be this So I give 'em more—you see, I did it for... [Chorus: Sample] Everyone Everyone is so near Everyone has got the fear It's holding on It's holding on [Verse 3] Yeah, I am back up on the airwaves Feeling like a Soldier, and I ain't talking where the Bears play Flair—look how I Fred Astaire down the staircase It's finna be a hair-raising tortoise-versus-hare race So you should hang around here, like some earrings I know attention's all about how you pair things So, when I want them to hear me out I just sit them next to some pictures of Rosa splitting with her titties out And what's written on her titties is what it's really about Then, her vagina is some poor kids from China Nipples, nuclear missiles Ass is a daughter without a dad Back is like Afghanistan, Iraq Health care hair, drive-by thighs Education lips, HIV eyes Environment feet; justice get her so wet Brains get you brains, you can fuck her if you protest But before you bust in her face Finish listening to the tape: Enemy of the State2

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So Ghetto

Lupe Fiasco

[Intro: Lupe Fiasco] Ugh Enemy of the State Aww, yeah [Verse: Lupe Fiasco] This one for Chilly Chill Food and Liquor flow Strong like it's been distilled by hillbillies in the hills And we moved down to Beverly So heavenly, waking niggas up like "Reveille" We won't be going back to you regularly, so, forget it Shadow flow, colder than Punxsutawney Phillip's My mind's on dope; my brain's on skillets "Bang, bang, bang," like Pops Wayans— Witherspoon or with a fork Was coming out my egg like Mork Deserves his own head on Rushmore Flood the game like a giant in a dwarf shorts So long, niggas Career so short, it should be riding on a horse Mines is a horse But mines is the size you could sneak inside a fort Yours is a pony—it could sleep inside a Porsche I am on point like the eating side of forks So keep your head down like your reflection in a spoon Chilly Chill'll be out of Corrections real soon You might also like[Outro] Enemy God willingly Enemy of the State1

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Thank You

Lupe Fiasco

[Intro] Aw You don't get it [Verse] I'm just a wolf inside a lion's suit A shark shirt, a panther's pants, piranha hat and tiger shoes I got a lion's den inside the booth That right there is point-blank This here is from where the snipers shoot Might take a long time to get it, by the time I hit it I done ran Bubble Tape around them Chiclets—poof! I ain't the bomb, I'm the company that got the contract To rebuild during the aftermath—have a blast Going green only using half the gas The calming comes through after disasters have But this calm has the same fury that disasters have I should have a class I'm the son of the South Pole, plus Alaska's dad Got niggas like, "Dag!" Flow is like crazy, gone mad And villains gone bad Punk-ass niggas—don't be so daft Baby, why you hanging with them Busters, like Babs? They are such a drag—you should move 'em to the "Trash" Feel like I'm walking 'round upon Cassius calves Quite a beautiful script, and such a gift of gab A big Bay shout-out to Mistah F.A.B Young Frankenstein reporting live from the lab I bought the bars out—put it on my tab If you came here to box, you'll leave in a bag I run the game: Bilderberg Group In the lead with The Flash Usain Bolt ain't even even this fast Why you take offense with your defensive ass? Never Hussein in the hole—not even in the half 'Cause, nigga, I ain't hiding I'm the whole world; nigga, you're an island And the seas rising; if I keep shining— You going have to take submarines to the drive-in, now You might also like[Outro] Great Enemy of the State Go, go, go, go

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The One

Lupe Fiasco

[Intro] Aww Shout-out to Slaughterhouse Joe Budden Royce, Crooked, Joell Ugh Yeah [Verse] The game was looking weak, the whole scene starved So, I came through with some Muscle Milk and protein bars Barbells and jump ropes, Bowflexes to body it And a couple Billy Blanks Tae-Bo Karate kicks If you ain't million-dollar-dreaming, then we opposites In high school, I was voted "the most Ted DiBiase-est" Also "the most slept-on," 'cause my Ted DiBiase-ness An "Inglourious Basterd," and you looking like a Nazi, bitch They say, "It's hard out here for old boy" Then, tell me where Taraji is I am going so raw—watch me soy-sauce, wasabi this Nobu a damn Pro-Tools, hot as H-E-double hockey-sticks Make sure you give the chef your compliments And thank him for his constantly great tasting accomplishments Or smiley face emoticons if you want to remain anonymous My retirement's on hold, I got the whole world on conference Matchstick Man: I really have the confidence That I'ma give them good music like Common Sense and Consequence Content that's relative across the continent New York, Houston, Chi-Town, Los Angeles You might also like[Outro] Enemy Enemy of the State

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Popular Demand

Lupe Fiasco

[Intro] Aww Shout-out to Push, shout-out to Malice Fam-Lay, Ab-Liva (Enemy of the State) Re-Up Nigga, we up G's up Winding it down, but Yeah [Verse 1] It's Hirst verses and Murakami rhyming All my raps is superflat, all your raps is super wack Tell him that the future's back, DeLorean rolling down the block You can call it "shooting craps," and my roof is back And my wings is up Kingda Ka without Kahlua So, you ain't got to pour the king a cup Young Yakuza, but none of my fingers cut So I can still sip Red Zinger with my pinkies up Made man: You can call this "cleaning up" I'm OCD: I never think it's clean enough That's what defines me: I never think it's mean enough Lines deeper than those waiting on a sneaker, cuz You gon' need two heads like the King of Clubs just to figure out the meaning of I'm just achieving buzz So, stay out of son way like you're drinking blood This is what it feels like to be in love You might also like[Break] Enemy Enemy of the State State Haha I mean, come on [Verse 2] I mean, look at what I'm dropping here Do this for the block and the blogosphere No, you ain't ready for the heavy So, I'll keep it light as jogging gear I don't want the throne—I want the helicopter rocking chair Jay gave me a co-sign like I was Rocawear But be clear: I'm not the heir I'm the water, fire and the earth That means I'm doing dirt, spitting flames and quenching thirst And plus, the real God has been on my side since birth I hope that He forgives me I hope I do His work in every single verse Now I might do a dance—I might even jerk Tell them niggas, "Don't hate" Only God is great, Enemy of the State1

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Oh Yeah

Birdman

(Manny Fresh) Yeah, mmm hmmm This one goes out to all the pretty young ladies out there In pretty young lady land mmm hmmm see what I'm sayin I want you to just peep over your shoulders hunny... ya see (Manny Fresh) Now lets get it understood (Oh Yeah) That I'm a treat her real good (Oh Yeah) And I'm a love her all my life (Oh Yeah) And keep her flooded with ice (Oh Yeah) Now just take my hand (Oh Yeah) You'se my woman I'm your man (Oh Yeah) Now you the one that I done chose (Oh Yeah) And I don't love them other hoes (Oh Yeah) Now make them niggas understand (Oh Yeah) You already got a man (Oh Yeah) You need a player that's strong (Oh Yeah) And that'll never do you wrong (Oh Yeah) And if them boys try to touch (Oh Yeah) You should kick them in the nuts (Oh Yeah) Cause them tittys just right (Oh Yeah) Make a player wanna bite (Oh Yeah) Cause I'm your one and only lover (Oh Yeah) And we gon' have to use a rubber (Oh Yeah) Now look what we done did (Oh yeah) Messed around and had some kids (Oh Yeah) You might also like(Chorus) Daddy...You make me feel like a star Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah Daddy... Can I get the keys to the car? Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah You rollin' with me, I'm rollin with you Daddy it's what ever you wanna do You rollin' with me, I'm rollin with you Daddy it's what ever you wanna do You rollin' with me, I'm rollin with you Daddy it's what ever you wanna do You rollin' with me, I'm rollin with you Daddy it's what ever you wanna do (Baby) (Ey, Ey, Ey) I got swine on the seats (Oh Yeah) 24's on my feets (Oh Yeah) (Lil Ones) Lets thump in my ride (Oh Yeah) And mommy stay fly (Oh Yeah) Boy I'm the neighborhood king (Oh Yeah) Y'all know it I'm a cost your king (Oh Yeah) I mean I say ya love my style (Oh Yeah) I throw parties buck wild (Oh Yeah) Daddy I'm the number 1 stunna (Oh Yeah) And I shine every summa (Oh Yeah) Boy know I have to change my paint (Oh Yeah) Cuz that stock shit stink (Oh Yeah) Ey,Ey, Re-do the inside (Oh Yeah) 25 inch rims in tide (Oh Yeah) I keep them strapped and shy (Oh Yeah) New Benz cause mommy so fly (Oh Yeah) (Chorus) Daddy...You make me feel like a star Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah Daddy... Can I get the keys to the car? Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah You rollin' with me, I'm rollin with you Daddy it's what ever you wanna do You rollin' with me, I'm rollin with you Daddy it's what ever you wanna do You rollin' with me, I'm rollin with you (Big Tymers, Boo and Gotti alright?) Daddy it's what ever you wanna do You rollin' with me, I'm rollin with you (hello, shy-town) Daddy it's what ever you wanna do (Gotti) Dude if it's blue it get copped (Oh Yeah) From the drops to the watch to the rocks (Oh Yeah) Whoa that block gettin hot (Oh Yeah) Got those so I'm coppin that yaht (Oh Yeah) Now I'm frozen like and ice box (Oh Yeah) Brotha Jacks and the Jordan, Mike hot And I'm still street my pop (Oh Yeah) If I'm ever in a tight spot (Oh Yeah) (Boo) Yeah I'm rollin with the flyers (Oh Yeah) Just back seat ridin' (Oh Yeah) You know nigga be drivin' (Oh Yeah) Wit two freaks inside it (Oh Yeah) So we with the Big Tymers (Oh Yeah) You betta' warn your baby momma'(Oh Yeah) Cause Boo and Gotti causin' problems (Oh Yeah) So Just back up off us (Oh Yeah) (Chorus until fade)1

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Helter Skelter

The Beatles

[Verse 1] When I get to the bottom, I go back to the top of the slide Where I stop, and I turn, and I go for a ride 'Till I get to the bottom, and I see you again Yeah, yeah, yeah! [Bridge] Well, do you, don't you want me to love you? I'm coming down fast, but I'm miles above you (Aaaaah) Tell me, tell me, tell me, come on, tell me the answer (Aaaaaaaaah) Well, you may be a lover, but you ain't no dancer (Dancer-dancer-dancer-dancer-dancer-dancer-dancer-dancer-dancer-dancer) [Chorus] Now, Helter-skelter Helter-skelter Helter-skelter Yeah Woo [Bridge] Oh, will you, won't you want me to make you? (Aaaah) I'm coming down fast, but don't let me break you (Aaaaaaaaah) Tell me, tell me, tell me the answer You may be a lover, but you ain't no dancer (Dancer-dancer-dancer-dancer-dancer-dancer-dancer-dancer-dancer-dancer) [Chorus] Look out Helter-skelter Helter-skelter Helter-skelter Ooh Look out 'Cause here she comes You might also like[Verse 2] (Aaaaaaaaah) When I get to the bottom, I go back to the top of the slide And I stop, and I turn, and I go for a ride And I get to the bottom, and I see you again Yeah, yeah, yeah [Bridge] Well, do you, don't you want me to make you? (Aaaah) I'm coming down fast, but don't let me break you (Aaaaaaaaah) Tell me, tell me, tell me your answer You may be a lover, but you ain't no dancer (Dancer-dancer-dancer-dancer-dancer-dancer-dancer-dancer-dancer-dancer) [Chorus] Look out Helter-skelter Helter-skelter Helter-skelter [Outro] Well look out, helter-skelter She's coming down fast Yes, she is Yes, she is Coming down fast Oh, yeah, Helter Skelter Woo [Instrumental Breakdown] [Spoken: Ringo Starr] I got blisters on my fingers9

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Window Shopper

50 Cent

[Intro] Ohh! The top feel so much better than the bottom So much better [Chorus], Nigga, you's a window shopper Mad at me, I think I know why Nigga, you's a window shopper In the jewelry store lookin' at shit you can't buy Nigga, you's a window shopper In the dealership tryna get a test drive Nigga, you's a window shopper Mad as fuck when you see me ride by [Verse 1] Summertime, white Porsche Carrera is milky I'm on the grind, let my paper stack but I'm filthy It's funny how niggas get to screw-facin' at me Anyhow they ain't got the heart to get at me I'll get down, Southside's the hood that I come from So I don't cruise through nobody hood without my gun They know the kid ain't goin' for all that bullshit Try and stick me, I'ma let off a full clip It ain't my fault you don' fucked up your re-up At the dice game, who told you put a G up? Everybody mad when they paper don't stack right But when I come around y'all niggas better act right When we got the tops, down, you can hear the systems thump Nigga, when we rollin', rollin', rollin' Shut your block, down, quick to put a hole in a chump Nigga, when we rollin', rollin', rollin' See 50 Cent LiveGet tickets as low as $15You might also like[Chorus] Nigga, you's a window shopper Mad at me, I think I know why Nigga, you's a window shopper In the jewelry store lookin' at shit you can't buy Nigga, you's a window shopper In the dealership tryna get a test drive Nigga, you's a window shopper Mad as fuck when you see me ride by [Verse 2] Niggas love me in L.A. as soon as I pop in They come to scoop me up at LAX and I hop in Now when it comes to bad bitches you know I got them Some from Long Beach, some from Watts, some from Compton You know a nigga wanna see how Cali girls freak off After that five hour flight from New York I start spittin' G at a bitch like a pimp, mane Tell her, "Meet me at the Mondrian so we can do our thang." She can bring the lingerie wit her, I sup-pose Then we can go from fully dressed to just havin' no clothes Then she can run and tell her best friend 'bout my sex game Then her best friend could potentially be next, mane Listen mane, shit, changed, I came up, I'm doin' my thang Homie, I'm holdin', holdin', holdin' Oh shit, mane, the store owner watchin' you 'Fore somethin' get stolen, stolen, stolen [Chorus] Nigga, you's a window shopper Mad at me, I think I know why Nigga, you's a window shopper In the jewelry store lookin' at shit you can't buy Nigga, you's a window shopper In the dealership tryna get a test drive Nigga, you's a window shopper Mad as fuck when you see me ride by29

Hip-HopRap

Military Minds

2Pac

[Produced by Darryl Harper and E.D.I. (Remix)] [Intro: 2Pac] Stand in formation, my motherfuckin' real troopers Let's do it like soldiers - all and together now! Ready? Hell yeah, y'all niggas better get ready No retreat, no surrender, death before dishonor motherfucker! Do it to 'em, c'mon never die thuggish, uhh - YES YES YES Say what? (Eastside, Westside ride) Where ya at, where ya at? Where my real thugs, where ya at, where ya at? Where my real thugs, where ya at, where ya at? Where my real thugs, where ya at?! Hehehe, send cases to the drug dealer Real thugs, where ya at? You motherfuckin' home Do it to 'em, do it to 'em They love the way we do it to 'em, we do it to 'em [Verse 1: 2Pac] Suppress the revolution a premeditated scheme Introduce a drug called crack to us ghetto teens Got a law for raw niggas, now, playa what it be like? When will niggas see they got us bleedin' with three strikes? Can't seem to focus hopeless, with violent thoughts I wrote this Got these Devils petrified, hidin' from my hocus-pocus And so I learned to earn my currency and over time Affiliated, clearly click of military minds May God forgive us though we dwell inside a paradox Thugged out and drug dealin', from the womb to the block My live mind got me survivin' five rounds (shots) My forty-five got me fortified with live rounds When shit's thick we plot hits, when my Glock spits All hail, out on bail, wrath of the 2Pacalypse Forever ghetto necessary picture food stamps Outlaw Thug Niggas never left the Boot Camp You might also like[Verse 2: Cocoa Brovaz] [Tek] They called us for assignment, one of the squad's finest Skills in guerilla warfare and blessed with refinement My rap sheet, contains sections of bomb sessions Says I'm responsible for black Smif-N-Wessun Puttin likkle yout's in a military state of mind Dangerous like chronic and yard when combined Cocoa Brovaz 'pon de borderline Test de sound and ye dead same ti-ime [Steele] Man to man, I'm facin' the Devil with a plan Judo stance, first glance, I'm makin' my advance Animal instincts, intelligence of an assassin Masked men, ninjas that surround me, ready to attack I react swiftly, what father taught me sticks with me Never forget the method, stick and move strictly Shit be seemin' like it's closin' in With no regrets I hold position Cause I suppose I'm one of the chosen men [Verse 3: Buckshot] Picture being put in a position to move And you can't move cause your move is blocked by the knight At twelve o'clock, that's when the madness begins So I start to focus in, my thoughts on the war Cause the rule is the law, and the law that we live by Is to stay true to self, in this case, BDI Why try if ya body lie By the block true soldier mentality, this is how we rock and roll (This is how we ride) [Boot Camp Clik] Stick and move, time to show 'em how to make a move Or get moved on, let's see who strong [Verse 4: Cocoa Brovaz] [Tek] In the gaze of the strange, where nothin stays the same Where new faces come through with similar game Now who you thought was them, really ain't They catchin' deja vu's of the game people play It's a call for readjustment, fine tune yo' position You slippin' and trippin' 'stead of bobbin and dippin' But never let this world of stress get the best of me Takin' breathin' techniques, slay you with Tai-Chi [Steele] What does it take, to get a break in the world of snakes And dose who fake Elimination I'm facin' destruction Outlawed, so I duck and down, fo'-fo' is bustin', no one to trust in Rushin' to the goal line Catch a nigga beat him treat him like he stole mine No swine I'm a soldier, soldier I control mine Time to, take you, back into time - follow dis here [Verse 5: Buckshot] One way out, this black hole For this black soul, shit is outta control I'm fightin' for my position to be a fetus in this world I'm enterin' And my face is sentencin' for repentance Before my body was fully formed into a human I was already consumin' weed Cause my moms used to smoke back in the 70's Maybe that's why in the 90's I drop G's when I drop degrees When I ease across the block with 'Pac Got all y'all niggas shocked You didn't think Boot Camp Clik would link, with a Outlaw mind? If you do you press rewind And you can peep guerilla tactics in every line [Outro: 2Pac] Yeah, and this is how we do it! Where my real thugs, where they at? Let me, see my real thugs, now where ya at? Won'tcha, see my real thugs, where ya at? Let me, see my real thugs, where ya at now? Where my real thugs, let me see, where ya at? Tell me where my real thugs gots to see, where ya at? Where's my soldiers - where ya at? Where my, real soldiers - where ya at? Where my soldiers at; where ya at, where ya at? Get yo' strap my nigga; where ya at, where ya at? Where my soldiers at; where ya at, what ya at? Getcha, thug niggas where ya at, witcha strap? Where my soldiers at, where my true thug niggas No longer drug dealers cause we now, thug niggas Where my soldiers at, no longer drug dealers Cause we now, thug niggas, let me, where my Where my soldiers at?, put your pistols in the air Where my soldiers at?, put yo' guns up Tell me where my soldiers at?, put yo' pistols in the air Where my, SOLDIERS, my true thug ROLLERS Yes, it just doesn't quit, YES! This is that real hip-hop shit YES! Fuck what you heard From the ghetto to the 'burbs, know we meant, every word Where my SOLDIERS?, where my soldiers at Where my SOLDIERS?, where my soldiers at Put yo' hand on the pistol, put yo' pistols in the air Where my soldiers at?, where my soldiers at? Where my SOLDIERS?, where my soldiers at Where my SOLDIERS?, where my soldiers at When Bob Dole and Delores Tucker wanna know Where my soldiers at, GO VOTE!!6

Gangsta Rap

Just Might Be OK

Lupe Fiasco

[Intro: Lupe Fiasco] Food & Liquor, G Bo, we here, man (Haha) Gemini, you know how we do, FNF [Verse 1: Lupe Fiasco] Affirmative no further furnishing is needed I believe we are completed, dig We all in agreement on the wallpaper Happy with the color scheme, welcome to the crib A two family Habitat For Humanity With a view of where the insanity live My vida loca was built like Bob Vila via God He architected, I arted what I harbored, Jimmy Carter From Chicago's west side, finish my construction now We hold the coming like contracepts I'm conscious, 'cept the cons I kept From conversations held with the Satan on my shoulder Which lead to steps that kept me looking over the shoulder Like chauffeurs, where my angels at Painful yet Mary I ain't Jerry Garcia, ma Here but I'm grateful, church! [Hook: Gemini] We just might be OK, after all Sun gon' shine, on this day You might also like[Verse 2: Lupe Fiasco] It's finna get heavy as heaven I am Atlas at this manage to balance Massive masses pull my back without tilting my glasses This was not pilfered from passages of OG's, this is so me Ask us many mention little homie, little bony But the rhymes is fat, in fact Just like a Rochester customer God bless the mothers and younger brothers of hustlers Cause she don't wan' sob at his wake But he want to follow in his steps Bang his hat, learn his shakes Master his swagger in the bathroom mirror Cop a Chevy, steady mob in his place Chyeah! It's just the problems we face Look his moms in her face and promise he's straight [Hook: Gemini] We just might be OK, after all Sun gon' shine, on this day [Verse 3: Lupe Fiasco] Then he leaves the house that love built that HUD renovated that section 8 pays for Well let's pray for em, let the beat play for em Put his struggles on display for em Cause he gotta go and face the drama With a different face from the one that he use To face his momma, if you look close you'll see It consist of a smile that hurts, an ice grill, and a trace of trauma Little bit of his father, another criterion That's no different from a young Liberian Who let the delirium weary him, living in the inner city Out of his mind, liria reconcilia I'm cool, I don't foretell best I ain't nicest MC, I ain't Cornel West I am Cornel Westside, Chi-town Guevara Malcolm eXorcise the demons, gangsta leaning He traded in his kufi for a New Era Chose a 44 over a mortarboard I ain't a credited institute graduate, I ain't from Nazareth My conception wasn't immaculate, I ain't master no calculus A good addition to the rap audience I back flipped on the mattress they slept on me on Whaddown Joe, knowing is half the battle Fighting temptation, have an apple Shakes the snakes, pimp the system Let's get into it, tabernacle [Hook: Gemini] We just might be OK, after all Sun gon' shine, on this day [Outro: Gemini] We just, just might be OK We just, just might be OK We just, just might be OK We just, just might be OK We just, just might be OK We just, just might be OK We just might be OK after all Sun gon' shine, on this day We just, just might be OK, OK9

Hip-HopRap

Kick, Push

Lupe Fiasco

[Produced by Soundtrakk] [Intro] Ugh! (Woo!) What up, y'all? Yeah (Soundtrakk, what's poppin', baby?) Woo! (Ugh) If y'all ain't know I go by the name of Lupe Fiasco (Kick, push, coast) Representing that First and Fifteenth, yeah, uh And this one right here (Woo!) I dedicate this one right here (Uproxx...) To all my homies out there grinding You know what I'm saying? Legally and illegally, haha You know what I'm talking about? (Woo!) So, check it out, uh [Verse 1] First got it when he was six, didn't know any tricks Matter of fact, first time he got on it, he slipped Landed on his hip and busted his lip For a week he had to talk with a lisp, like thisss... (Ugh) Now we can end the story right here But shorty didn't quit, it was something in the air (Ugh) Yeah, he said it was something so appealing He couldn't fight the feeling, something about it He knew he couldn't doubt it, couldn't understand it Branded, since the first kickflip he landed, ugh (Woo) Labeled a misfit, a bandit Ka-kunk, ka-kunk, ka-kunk; his neighbors couldn't stand it So, he was banished to the park Started in the morning, wouldn't stop 'til after dark, yeah When they said "It's getting late in here So I'm sorry, young man, there's no skating here" You might also like[Hook] And so he kick, push, kick, push Kick, push, kick, push; coast... And away he rolled Just a rebel to the world with no place to go And so he kick, push, kick, push Kick, push, kick, push; coast... So come and skate with me Just a rebel looking for a place to be [Bridge] So let's kick... (Ugh) And push (Y-yeah, y-yeah-yeah) And coast Uh, uh, uh (Y-yeah, y-yeah-yeah) [Verse 2] My man got a little older, became a better roller Yeah, no helmet, hell bent on killing himself Is what his mama said, but he was feeling himself Got a little more swagger in his style Met his girlfriend, she was clapping in the crowd Love is what-what was happening to him now, ugh! He said "I would marry you But I'm engaged to these aerials and varials And I don't think this board is strong enough to carry two" She said "Bow! I weigh a hundred and twenty pounds" (Woo!) "Now, let me make one thing clear I don't need to ride yours, I got mine right here" So she took him to a spot he didn't know about Some odd-end apartment parking lot She said "I don't normally take dates in here" Security came and said "I'm sorry, there's no skating here" [Hook] And so they kick, push, kick, push Kick, push, kick, push; coast... And away they roll Just lovers intertwined with no place to go And so they kick, push, kick, push Kick, push, kick, push; coast... So come and skate with me Just a rebel looking for a place to be [Bridge] So let's kick (Ugh, ugh) And push, yeah, yeah (Woo, woo) And coast... (Yeah, ugh!) (Haha, swanky) Yeah, yeah! [Verse 3] Before he knew, he had a crew that wasn't no punk In they Spitfire shirts and SB dunks They would push 'til they couldn't skate no more Office building lobbies wasn't safe no more And it wasn't like they wasn't getting chased no more Just the freedom was better than breathing, they said (They said...) An escape route they used to escape out When things got crazy, they needed to break out They'd head... to any place with stairs Any good grinds, the world was theirs, ugh! And their four wheels would take them there Until the cops came and said, "There's no skating here" [Hook] And so they kick, push, kick, push Kick, push, kick, push; coast... And away they rolled Just rebels without a cause with no place to go And so they kick, push, kick, push Kick, push, kick, push; coast... So come roll with me Just a rebel looking for a place to be [Bridge] So let's kick (Ugh, ugh) And push, yeah, yeah (Woo, woo) And coast... Ah-ha, swanky (Mm, mm)51

Hip-HopRap

I Gotcha

Lupe Fiasco

[Produced by: The Neptunes] [Intro] Ho! Yeah (A-yessir) Haha (A-yessir) You know what it is, Lupe! Chicago man, yeah (Uhh, uhh) Hahah, man (Uhh, uhh) You know I have you (Right, right, right, right) You know! Uhh (Right, right, right, right) [Verse 1] They call me Lupe, I'll be your new date They wanna smell like me, they want my bouquet But they can't, they accented like the UK Turn that eau de Lupe to Pepe Le Pew spray Flagrantly fragrant and they can't escape it My perfume pursued them everywhere that they went You don't want a loan, leave my cologne alone It's a little too strong for you to be putting on Trust me, I say this justly I went from musty to musky and y'all can't mush me I warn y'all cornballs, I hush puppies The swans in the pond call my duck ugly But now they hug me, because it's lovely They love the aroma of a roamer of the world Got the shakers and the skaters and the players and the girls Keep the fakers and the flakers and the haters in a twirl You might also like[Hook] You want the flava ma? Hey, I gotcha You want the realness? Well, I gotcha I know you sick of them niggas big car and watch you Either they pimps or they macks or they mobsters You want the real shit? Well, I gotcha You see my niggas here, you know we proper You know we do it right (Right) right (Right) Right (Right) right (Right) Right (Right) right (Right) right (Right) right (You know we do it) [Verse 2] And I'm from Chi-Town, that's where I flies 'round Keep some Cartier frames over my eyes now We used to gangbang, a lot of that done died down Children of the hat tiltin' keepin' hope alive now All with no high, I do it so fly Banksy's attack helicopter with the bow tie I love my city, really hope that God bless it Have my mind moving faster than that hog in the hedges Welcome all of y'all to my dark recesses This is where I keep the bars like bathtub edges My Ivories and my Doves, my Levers and my Zests This takes half of your bubble bath to match the freshness The belly of the beast, you know I'm from it I wrap it in a towel, hit Gomer Pyle in the stomach And I be on my green like Irish Spring and I coast Fudge with it, get a mouth full of soap [Hook] You want the flava ma? Hey, I gotcha You want the realness? Well, I gotcha I know you sick of them niggas big car and watch you Either they pimps or they macks or they mobsters You want the real shit? Well, I gotcha You see my niggas here, you know we proper You know we do it right (Right) right (Right) Right (Right) right (Right) Right (Right) right (Right) right (Right) right (You know we do it) [Verse 3] And so to sign off, this beat I rhyme off Is from Thelonious P and Hugo Mind Boss You feel it in the air, it's such a fine force But you don't hear me though, just like a mime's talk That's cause I'm in Europe, me in my French tour I'm on my pimp, my temperature is tempura I take it easy on my watch, I'm watching TV In my cleanest Maharashi, see the hare is tryna beat me I continue to do Lu's pace They say him got two heads and four eyes just like screwface But see my secret's safe, it's in my secret safe That's in my secret room on my secret base So from the runner of the FNF crew Come in hip hop, we've come to resurrect you You, you, you, you, you, you You, you, you, you, you [Hook] You want the flava ma? Hey, I gotcha You want the realness? Well, I gotcha I know you sick of them niggas big car and watch you Either they pimps or they macks or they mobsters You want the real shit? Well, I gotcha You see my niggas here, you know we proper You know we do it right (Right) right (Right) Right (Right) right (Right) Right (Right) right (Right) right (Right) right (You know we do it) [Outro] Yessir F&F U-P8

Hip-HopRap

He Say She Say

Lupe Fiasco

[Chorus: Gemini & Sarah Green, Lupe Fiasco] I can't, I won't, I can't I won't let you Leave I don't know what you want You want, want from Me (Uh) [Verse 1: Lupe Fiasco] She said to him "I want you to be a father, he's your little boy (Uh) And you don't even bother, like ‘Brother' without the ‘R’, and he's startin' to harbor Cool on food for thought, but for you, he's a starver Startin' to use red markers on his work His teacher said they know he's much smarter, but he's hurt Used to hand his homework in first Like he was the classroom starter," burst to tears Let him know she's serious "Now he's fightin' in class Got a note last week that says he might not pass Ask me if his daddy was sick of us 'Cause you ain't never pick him up You see what his problem is? He don't know where his poppa is No positive male role model To play football and build railroad models It's makin' a hole; you've been diggin' it 'Cause you ain't been kickin' it since he was old enough to hold bottles He wasn't supposed to get introduced to that (To that) He don't deserve to get used to that Now I ain't askin' you for money or to come back to me Some days it ain't sunny, but it ain't so hard Just breaks my heart when I try to provide And he say, 'Mommy, that ain't your job' To be a man, I try to make him understand That I'm his number-one fan, but it's like You booin' from the stands, you know the world is out to get him So why don't you give him a chance?" It's like You might also like[Chorus: Gemini & Sarah Green, Sarah Green, Gemini] I can't, I won't, I can't I won't let you Leave Now, now I don't know what you want You want, want from Me (What you want from Me, oh-oh-oh) [Verse 2: Lupe Fiasco] Uh, so he said to him "I want you to be a father, I'm your little boy (Uh) And you don't even bother, like ‘Brother' without the ‘R’, and I'm startin' to harbor Cool on food for thought, but for you, I'm a starver Startin' to use red markers on my work My teacher say they know I'm much smarter, but I'm hurt I used to hand my homework in first Like I was the classroom starter," burst to tears Let him know he's serious "Now I'm fightin' in class, got a note last week That say I might not pass, kids ask me if my daddy Is sick of us, 'cause you ain't never pick me up You see what my problem is? That I don't know where my poppa is No positive male role model To play football and build railroad models It's makin' a hole; you've been diggin' it 'Cause you ain't been kickin' it since I was old enough to hold bottles Wasn't supposed to get introduced to that (To that) I don't deserve to get used to that Now I ain't askin' you for money or to come back to me Some days it ain't sunny, but it ain't so hard Just breaks my heart when my momma try to provide And I tell her, 'That ain't your job' To be a man, she try to make me understand That she my number-one fan But it's like you booin' from the stands, you know the world is out to get me Why don't you gimme a chance?" It's like [Chorus: Gemini & Sarah Green, Sarah Green, Gemini] I can't, I won't, I can't I won't let you Leave Now, now I don't know what you want You want, want from Me (What you want from Me, oh-oh-oh) Ooh I can't, I won't, I can't I won't let you Leave Girl, I don't know why You want, you want, want from Me (No, no, no, oh-oh-oh) Oh, oh, oh, yeah I can't, I won't (I don't know what) I can't, I won't (You want, what you want from me) Let you leave (Oh, oh) What you want from me Oh, oh, oh, you want You want, want from Me11

Hip-HopRap

American Terrorist

Lupe Fiasco

[Intro: Lupe Fiasco] Close your mind Close your eyes, see with your heart How do you forgive the murderer of your father? The ink of a scholar is worth a thousand times more Than the blood of a martyr (uhh) Terrorist (yeah, uhh) [Verse 1: Lupe Fiasco] We came through the storm, nooses on our necks And a smallpox blanket to keep us warm On a 747 on the Pentagon lawn Wake up, the alarm clock is connected to a bomb Anthrax lab on a West Virginia farm Shorty ain't learned to walk, already heavily armed Civilians and little children is especially harmed Camoflauged Torahs, Bibles, and glorious Qurans The books that take you to heaven and let you meet the Lord there Have become misinterpretated reasons for warfare Reread them with blind eyes, I guarantee you there's more there Rich must be blind 'cause they ain't see the poor there, yeah Need to open up a park Just close ten schools, we don't need 'em Can you please call the fire department? They're down here marching for freedom Burn down their teepees, turn their TVs on to teach 'em And move You might also like[Chorus: Matthew Santos] The more money that they make The more money that they make, the better and better they live Whatever they wanna take Whatever they wanna take, whatever, whatever it is The more that you wanna learn The more that you try to learn, the better and better it gets American terrorist [Verse 2: Lupe Fiasco] Now the poor Ku Klux man see that we all brothers Not 'cause things the same but 'cause we lack the same color And that's green, now that's mean Can't burn his cross 'cause he can't afford the gasoline Now if a Muslim woman strapped with a bomb on a bus With the seconds running give you the jitters Just imagine an American-based Christian organization Planning to poison water supplies to bring the second coming quicker Nigga! They ain't living properly Break 'em off a little democracy Turn their whole culture to a mockery Give 'em Coca-Cola for their property Give 'em gum, give 'em guns, get 'em young, give 'em fun But if they ain't givin' it up, then they ain't gettin' none And don't give 'em all, naw man, just give 'em some It's the paper, some of these cops must be Al-Qaeda, nigga, uh [Chorus: Matthew Santos] The more money that they make The more money that they make, the better and better they live Whatever they wanna take Whatever they wanna take, whatever, whatever it is The more that you wanna learn The more that you try to learn, the better and better it gets American terrorist (Terror) The more money that they make The more money that they make, the better and better they live Whatever they wanna take Whatever they wanna take, whatever, whatever it is The more that you wanna learn The more that you try to learn, the better and better it gets American terrorist (Terrorist) [Bridge: Lupe Fiasco] It's like— Don't give the black man food, give red man liquor Red man fool, black man nigga Give yellow man tool, make him railroad builder Also give him pan, make him pull gold from river Give black man crack, Glock and things Give red man craps, slot machines Now bring it back, bring it back, bring it back, bring it back Bring it back, bring it back, bring it back, bring it back Don't give the black man food, give the red man liquor Red man fool, black man nigga Give yellow man tool, make him railroad builder Also give him pan, make him pull gold from river Give black man crack, Glocks and ting Give the red man craps, slot machines Now bring it back, bring it back, bring it back, bring it back Bring it back, bring it back, bring it back, bring it back, uh [Outro: Matthew Santos] American terrorist30

Hip-HopRap

Kick, Push II

Lupe Fiasco

[Intro] Look at what we did Came a long way from dirty ghetto kids, ugh Yeah, look at what we did We came a long way from dirty ghetto kids, yeah You know what it is Haha Ugh, ugh C'mon [Verse 1] Well, the cops didn't fine 'em for grindin', no They kinda blew the vibe, figured it was time to go Plus, he had to be at home a long time ago And he had made like ten dollars off the sign he wrote It read: "A lil hungry, and need a lil money It's for my lil sister and her lil tummy" Wasn't lyin', though—he didn't go buy hydro Went to the restaurant and bought two gyros Cause he knew they wasn't cookin' where he live The "kunk, ka-kunk, ka-kunk"s now took him to the crib A lil' hurt from the rail he took into the ribs Right past the pushers who couldn't under-dig "What's the use of pushin', you ain't pushin' none of this?" "If I kick it with y'all, I'm just pushin' for a bid" But what was on his mind and pushed him to the lid They best customer wasn't cookin' for her kids You might also like[Hook] Yes, sir, pa-punp, so, he kick, push Over his shoulders, he swore he'd never look 'Cause wasn't nothing back there but the blackness Life wasn't too attractive, yeah Ugh, and so he kick, push Over his shoulders, he swore he'd never look 'Cause wasn't nothing back there but the blackness Life wasn't too attractive, yeah [Verse 2] You see, his mom was a crackhead And his father couldn't be contacted He lived with being different, was combatted Amongst the other things on his young, black head And see, his girl was a white girl But just 'cause she was white, see, her life wasn't light-world She, too, had the drama thick Had a daddy and a mama, but her daddy used to mama-hit Daddy caught something chasin' fatties, made her mama sick Couldn't afford the medicine, pimped her to the pharmacist Had suicidal feelings But riding switch over the transitions help her conquer it Pays for her mama's pills with a sponsorship Her cell phone bill and a Honda kit, uh-huh And that's why she skates with he Someone to feel her pain and a place to be [Hook] That's why, that's why, that's why, she kick, push Over her shoulders she swore she'd never look 'Cause wasn't nothing back there but the blackness Life wasn't too attractive, yeah Ugh, that's why she kick, push Over her shoulders, she swore she'd never look 'Cause wasn't nothing back there but the blackness Life wasn't too attractive, yeah [Verse 3] A traveling band of misfits and outcasts (Outcasts) Nod they heads from Misfits to OutKast (OutKast) A lot of scars, they did this without pads A lot of hearts who did this without dads One's father was filthy rich Two was middle-class, and one was homeless (Ugh) Add in the paralyzed girl in the wheelchair who just liked to watch And that was the whole clique I think about 'em every time I see this old flick That was taken in the park in front of this old bench They wrote on the back, "You thank for 'Push, Kick' Hope you make a video, the beat is so sick" Well, I did—I hope you seen it It's on MTV, Soundtrakk's a genius Love from Tony Hawk, beef from the Ice Creamaz Before we put it out, had to pay the Filipinas Just to show 'em how you [Hook 3] Just to show 'em how you kick, push Over your shoulders, you swore you'd never look Cause wasn't nothing back there but the blackness Life wasn't too attractive, yeah Ugh, that's why you kick, push Over your shoulders, you swore you'd never look Cause wasn't nothing back there but the blackness Life wasn't too attractive, yeah6

Hip-HopRap

Carrera Lu

Lupe Fiasco

[Intro: Prolyfic] Carrera's a predator Collector of the best of the Ericas, Rebeccas, etcetera Set in my way! [Verse 1: Lupe Fiasco] One for the money, and two for the base Three for the bail, and four for the case I hops out in my militant way Fresh Puerto Rican Airs, green Michigan J Hello my ladies, hello my honeys Feast Your eyes 'pon feminine prey Go (Carrera's a predator Collector of the best of the Ericas, Rebeccas, etcetera Set in my way, yeah) Yes I move, I agree I get to it, I'm more faster, lowkey Like C-O-G, go backwards, me I ain't trippin but you simpin' Running around like a chicken with his head cut off Well I be pimping, I be limping like a chicken with his leg cut off The amputee, the man with [Chorus: Prolyfic & Lupe Fiasco] You best, slow down Cause you speeding (I'm 'bout my money, 'bout my paper) ('Bout my money, Joe) You best, slow down 'Cause you speeding (I'm 'bout my money, 'bout my paper) ('Bout my money, Joe) You might also like[Verse 2: Lupe Fiasco] The Fifteenth is me, the First is for Chill 12s for the toast and 20s for the wheels Something for the cash and something for the bills Representing for my New Jacks and all my Jills Nice, real, tight Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh, now Back to my powers, my prowess For moving the powders, my accolades Don't put your alkaloids All burned like aftershave right after fades Boy, learn, quick Might trip over spike strips That's just a slight story Inflate my white walls, reinstate the eyeball then I tip [Chorus: Prolyfic & Lupe Fiasco] You best, slow down 'Cause you speeding (I'm 'bout my money, 'bout my paper) ('Bout my money, Joe) You best, slow down 'Cause you speeding (I'm bout my money, bout my paper) ('Bout my money, Joe) [Verse 3: Lupe Fiasco] Ichi for my city And ni for my hood San for the bad And shi for the good Go a dub for your addictions Pennies for my thoughts, quarters for the flipping Ten thousand dollars for my description If it leads to a conviction All that for tipping, half a mil for my depiction And just fourteen-ninety nine to listen Nerd, I heard that Four Eyes, been called that before They just jealous Oyster Perpetuals, four I's for four Chillin in my race car, gorilla like Bapestar I lay law, I'm a villain and I break heart And I ain't into offending no feelings And if I did it, just means that you been chillin With the great, Carrera, Lu [Chorus: Prolyfic & Lupe Fiasco] You best, slow down 'Cause you speeding (I'm bout my money, bout my paper) ('Bout my money, Joe) You best, slow down 'Cause you speeding (I'm bout my money, bout my paper) ('Bout my money, Joe) [Outro] I'm 'bout my money, 'bout my paper 'Bout my money, Joe

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Tilted

Lupe Fiasco

[Intro] Yeah! [Verse 1] I was like Porsche puller, Air Force footer Automatic wristed therefore shook-up Causing a stir every time I push up 007 with a jester and a look-up It's Carrera-Ella from the F&F crew With a tiger on his shirt, alligator on his blues With a nice young lady and some righteous kung-fu I'm fighting without fighting, enlightening you young fools Frankensteins of mine, I tighten you young screws Send lighting to your mind and make you move Car like cannonball, run! I'm lighting my guns fuse, one: That mean I'll lean and leave you, I mean this, Needlz They hook to my hooks, they rehearse my verse And they sing my singles I can't even see you [Chorus] With it tilted, brim low, brim low With a Cartier eye and his car go by like NEEEEEEOOOOOWWWWW! Tilted (tilted), brim low, brim low With a Cartier eye, and his car go by like NEEEEEEOOOOOWWWWW! Fresh-to-def F&F! You might also like[Verse 2] I wear Cartier glasses, Van dutch pants-es Gameboy Advances next to the black berry I'm next to my black berry Molasses Hat very slanted rapping to the riders Writer of the stances driver of the riders Matter of fact Shur the chauffeur Reverse the fifteen teen is so serve The serve is so mean like I served in the marines And it's full metal jacket Upset the jokers every time I draft it They trys to jack it change my will I can wait for triple A I remain, I chill Even still niggas don't know the drill And I mean it needles Just hook em with my hooks, they rehearse my verse And they sing my singles I can't even see you [Chorus] With it tilted, brim low, brim low With a Cartier eye and his car go by like NEEEEEEOOOOOWWWWW! Tilted (tilted), brim low, brim low With a Cartier eye, and his car go by like NEEEEEEOOOOOWWWWW! Fresh-to-def F&F! [Verse 3] F, F I to the A S C O, flyin' like Neo They lien' like Leo, Cleo maybe they fronted But they ain't never done it like he though Refering to me Joe! I feed them through the bars like CO's I lead them through the harm like a Hero Peaceful But I can bring the violence like Nero Right to your keyhole then bring it back to silence Cause that's the G-Code Which means that if you brought it or your about to bring it on But tell the polices I ain't seen it because I had it [Chorus] Tilted, brim low, brim low With a Cartier eye and his car go by like NEEEEEEOOOOOWWWWW! Tilted (tilted), brim low, brim low With a Cartier eye, and his car go by like NEEEEEEOOOOOWWWWW! Fresh-to-def F&F! [Gunshot]2

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And He Gets the Girl

Lupe Fiasco

[Intro] Hold it now! You just walk up to her and say hi That's all you gotta do Say hi That's all you gotta do Say hi [Verse 1] Well I know I'm not the coolest And this might sound kind of foolish Cause I know I'm not the smoothest, told myself I shouldn't do this Cause I'm not very well-suited, not the popular-est of students We ain't in the same crowd, always see you with the hoopers But we got the same lunch, you might see me with the cooler That's cause I don't eat pork, you can never be sure of Oh, you like Linkin Park? That's the hat from the tour I got an autographed shirt, they wrote, "much love 2 ya" Man that's really funny how we like the same music But I really love jazz, I was gonna play the tuba I tried to join the band, they said I was really, really bad Didn't really make me sad, I'm used to being the loser But you, I think you're super, so much, I had to pursue ya I don't believe the things they say or the football team's rumors The quarterback can't spell, I'm his after-school tutor I just took a cue from Cupid, but, now I think it's stupid I'm-I'm sorry And then I walked away Thinkin' that she would never talk to me Like what were you thinking bringing up the band Would have got a better result If would have just beat her up and ran You shouldn't have worn your glasses Take your shirt up out your pants See now it's all over and you won't get another chance Damn, I was so close to her, then I felt a hand on my shoulder You might also like[Verse 2] She said, "I know you're not the coolest But I swear you are the cutest And I know you played the tuba, I seen you at the recital It takes a lot to get up there and embarrass yourself But you shouldn't put down, you should merit yourself That just mean you not a punk, I like Thelonious Monk He's the wallpaper on my computer I love Final Fantasy, I hate first person shooters (me too) "Meteora" was nice but I bought "Hybrid Theory" twice Half of the cheerleading squad is in a stupor The only reason I do it is 'cause my mother took state When she was a junior And she want me to do the same, so I'm like, naww I wanna be an oncologist and diagnose tumors I got a a pet parrot, his name is 'Mr. Tuna' My favorite food is fish, remember that for the future My IM name is missluna, you can hit me after six" [Interlude] How you feelin' right now? Yes yes yes yes yes yes Come, Seymour, we have things to do! (How you feeling right now?) And just like everything in life Things grow, People grow And people grow apart It's like some things were just never meant to be You see? But, then again Maybe Some things are [Verse 3] You know today gonna be the coolest And you know how far your school is Know how dangerous the flu is, so button up your coat And finish off your breakfast, you know how important fuel is Food is to human as buoyancy's to boat I knew this, everyday we gotta go through this And I ask why you quote, cuz I'm your father Lucas Pop, last night I was lookin over the futures Commodities is felon, rental properties is sellin The bio tech market share is at its hugest I think we should ride this wave, we can't re-invent the Rubik's Woah, we should of played her more music Lucas, dear, why is your bookbag full of tulips [Outro] Umm, well Ma, you see there's this girl, you know And I was thinking that I may walk to her, you know Try and talk to her Discuss different things that were taught to her And see what makes her tick You know? You know Mama?3

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Theme Music to a Drive-By

Lupe Fiasco

[Intro: Lupe Fiasco & The Spinners] No one does it better (I said do it, do it) No one does it better What down Charlie? How you doing? Good, hey what up Joe? I'm just chilling, know what I'm saying chilling, ain't nothing, yo I said nah man, there's people out there better than me I just do what I do, you know what I'm saying? Yeah aight [Verse 1] Uh, I can't feel a field nigga pain Devious skill that make a strong willed nigga wane Since a lil nigga hang with the killers and distributers of 'caine They dismemberers of swishers then refill it with the Jane Then they tilt it and they lit it with a flame Then they took a pull of killer to the brain like (inhale noise) ah Evil minded like Krang they became They deranged like the Rover that I rode That was the Range that I drove when I was a little bit older, mayne Declaring war on the deck like they The Joker All while, ducking from Bruce Wayne While they polka with the devil in our moonlitten ghetto Hello My Name stickers on the stickers of the veins In rehab, remembering the feelings when they used to get mellow When they was all back of a nickel like Monticello When the underworld had to be smarter than Donatello No honor amongst fellows It's harder than sitting with a blind man and Trying to describe yellow Got me feeling like killer Joe My life the album, know the classics by heart And exactly how the filler go Repeat it on my way to the liquor store, Charlie You might also like[Interlude] What's up, what's down what down You know, how are you (..) what you in for? (..) stupid niggas You know I'm sayin, it's why I do what I do I be aight, we all be aight We just gotta learn how to stay in our lane And do what we know how to do, you know [Verse 2] 'Cause, I can't feel the field nigga chains Though I covet mine, so I covered mine in bling Then I bumped into a bum and covered mine in shame Then I bumped into a hun and uncovered mine again Diamonds then under minded mayne They give a nigga with no mack another kinda game See money talks in another kinda slang Detectives can't decipher as they listen through the wire As I accept the call and listen to the lifer Getting religion, making wudhu in the sink of your cell Reciting Al-Fatiha in the kitchen Indeed on his deen and in addition to doing dishes Listen as I get schooled to the rules to rule The fuel of fools, the obstacles, the cool Had to slow it down homie Chopped and screwed, he said blow it down for me Sticks and stones make the homes Only God's words can stop the wolves And don't fraternize with pigs those kids'll think your stool Not at the bar but trying to put him behind the bar like a bartender He laid the law like the bar so I put it in a bar for dude He said, borrow my jewels and bar the fools 'Cause they'll play ya like the space bar in Tools Theme music to a drive-by, put it in your car and cruise, uh, uh6

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The Bitch In Yoo

Common

[Sonny Carson Sample] That's right He got - I got to take him off of here. That's right. I gotta take him off of here. 'Cause there's only one, and that's me, you understand? 'Fore all of that fightin', you understand? The sucker think he good, the sucker think he can whoop me. And I knew he can't whoop me, huh? Hey, boy, the nigga whole style is chump, you understand? When it comes to me, you understand? [Intro] For your nation, yeah (8x) One two, yeah Coming through, yeah Fa' sho' Ha, Com Sense, yeah Southside, yeah Niggas be outside, yeah Now bust it out, Chi-Town [Verse 1] A bitch nigga with an attitude named Cube Stepped to the Com with a feud Now what the fuck I look like dissing a whole coast? You ain't made shit dope since AmeriKKKa's Most Wanted deceased from the Midwest to the East On the dick of the East for your first release Your lease is up at the crib, house niggas get evicted In videos with white boys talking you get wicked Natural born killa, nigga you natural born God Read, rich, got the nerve to say you rob Hyprocrite, I'm filling out your death certificate Slinging bean pies and St Ide's in the same sentence Shoulda repented on the 16th of October Get some beats besides George Clinton to rock over Rap career is over, better off acting What trouble I see in managing WC and Wack 10? You backed into a four corner hustla Lying on your dick, said you was fuckin her Use higher learning, don't take my words out of 'text Went from gangsta to Islam to the dick of Das EFX It'll take the nation of millions to hold me back From giving you mouth shots or hit with the pipe that Ralph got Chris Tucker ain't around, it's your Friday, it was good I wasn't salty, she was with the Boyz N the Hood See Common LiveGet tickets as low as $143You might also like[Chorus] I see the bitch in you when you don't speak your mind The bitch in you, looking me in my eyes lying I see the bitch in you, to be hard, you trying The bitch in you it's coming out (BITCH!) [Verse 2] The ump of this rap shit, Cube, I'm calling out I break in and smack niggas that's in the Slaughterhouse This ain't no East Coast, West Coast, none of the above I'm from Chi, I went to Cali (and what?) niggas gave me love There's a thin line between the fake and the real Grafted-ass nigga, I see through your "Glass Shield" Had skills once upon a time on this project, yo I'm a have to wreck a HO'Shea I heard a ho say you her favorite rapper (So what?) so I had to slap her, uh And violate you (you), a Muslim drinking brew (brew) Your nigga ain't no Mack 10, he's a 22 I seen you (Mack 10), you ain't say shit in ATL Cube, I like that diamond charm, I might cuff it, then sell- It out, like you sold Kam and Threat A year ago, you wasn't talking shit about the West Guess you knew your shit was done plus the one got you cable Hoo-bangin'? You ain't banging shit but the table And the Circle MAAD ain't got no choice but to fight Ain't none of y'all motherfuckers got a chance on the mic Any time you come out, joe, I'ma talk about you Until you let that bitch in you walk up out you Any last words before I hit the switch? From the immortal words of one: "a bitch iz a..." [Chorus] I see the bitch in you when you don't speak your mind The bitch in you, looking me in my eyes lying I see the bitch in you, simply hard, you trying The bitch in you, for sho', it's coming out (BITCH!) [Outro] That's how the Eastside gets down, word up!33

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From The South

Z-Ro

[Chorus] From the South, I got the diamonds in my mouth (Yeah) From the—, from the South, I got the diamonds in my mouth (Screwed up clique) From the South, I got the diamonds in my mouth From the—, from the South (That's how we do it down South) I got the diamonds in my mouth [Verse 1: Z-Ro] Hold up a minute, I'm the King of the Ghetto Holding the rap game, like wood grain can't let go You niggas'll never see me, I'm on another level Stay ready to dig a grave, keep a gun and a shovel And Boric acid chewing up evidence Saw me in the rear view, now you wonder where I went I'ma get you if I owe ya, visit your residence Lay the merk game down, and then I'ma hit the fence Better keep my mouth closed, so they can't see the shining They think it was Z-Ro, cause all they seen was diamonds I'm cold as a deep freeze, with bags of ice in it My .357 pretty, but ain't nothing nice in it Too many bitches and not enough rubbers Got so many of my real niggas under the gutter Watch a nigga full of life, light close like shutters God damn, staying healthy is hard as a muhfucker [Chorus] From the South, I got the diamonds in my mouth From the—, from the South, I got the diamonds in my mouth From the South, I got the diamonds in my mouth From the—, from the South, I got the diamonds in my mouth You might also like[Verse 2: Paul Wall] I got diamonds all in my mouth, in my grill and in my jaws Platinum teeth and princess cuts, my mouth is similar to a disco ball I'm Paul Wall my smile is blinding, my ice is shining like a chandelier I tend to brush my teeth with Windex, just so the glass house mouth shine clear I got mo' karats than vegetable soup, I'm a Texas icon, a People's Champ Put on your shades when I commence to approach, my mouth is illuminating like a lamp It got gold grills and platinum and ice, cause that's how it is in the Lone Star State With a cup full of barre in a candy car, and we jamming on a Robert Davis Grey Tape [Chorus] 'Cause we from the South, I got the diamonds in my mouth From the—, from the South, I got the diamonds in my mouth From the South, I got the diamonds in my mouth From the—, from the South, I got the diamonds in my mouth (Lil' Flip is here) [Verse 3: Lil' Flip] Ever since 1999, I had diamonds in my grill You just rappin, that ain't platinum, homie you need to chill 'Cause you embarrassing Texas, nigga you ain't trill (Trill) Nigga you been on my dick, way befo' you got your deal (Yeah) These rappers finally get some fame, and think they got it locked (Got it locked) After your album flop (What happened?), nigga you gon be on Koch My gear clean, from my ear rings to my pinky ring (My pinky ring) If you ain't spend thirty, boy tuck in your piece and chain (Southside) [Chorus] From the South, I got the diamonds in my mouth From the—, from the South, I got the diamonds in my mouth From the South, I got the diamonds in my mouth From the—, from the South, I got the diamonds in my mouth [Verse 4: Z-Ro] Blucka-blucka-blucka, that's how my gun go If I'm looking agitated, bitch you better run ho I use to do the baguettes, but now I'm VS-1's though Princess cuts straight up and down, Johnny done those I got loud ice, just like Paul Wall Shining down South, brighter than all y'all When it's time to get your jewelry done who do y'all call Cause you fellas ain't shining at all, check me out On the first and fifteenth, I'm some'ing like a pimp Even with a suspended license, still finna flip Ain't no limit to this cash, ain't nothing I can't get 5 deuce Hoova Cuz ain't nothing like a Crip Ride with a Revolve', I don't fuck with clips These roach ass niggas, trying to make me bust my chips But I'm not a bank, I don't even trust my bitch I'm from the South and I got diamonds in my mouth [Chorus] From the South, I got the diamonds in my mouth From the—, from the South, I got the diamonds in my mouth From the South, I got the diamonds in my mouth From the—, from the South, I got the diamonds in my mouth [Outro] From the South, I got the diamonds in my mouth From the—, from the South, I got the diamonds in my mouth From the South, I got the diamonds in my mouth From the—, from the South, I got the—2

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