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Welcome 2 Houston

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Slim Thug

{Chamillionaire,"Mike Jones","Paul Wall",UGK,Z-Ro,"Trae tha Truth","Lil Keke","Big Pokey","Lil\\' O","Mike-D (S.U.C.)","Yung Redd","Rob G"}

[Verse 1: Slim Thug] Now welcome to the city of game, piece of chains and swangs Pop, trunk and bang, yeah I'm still here mayne We born and raised on the stead block, braids no dreadlocks Married to the hood, me and Scenic Woods wedlock Acres Homes my home, I'm a Northside veteran Repping H-Town, smoking, sipping on some medicine Ain't nobody better than the boss when I floss It's Slim Thugga motherfucker, still breaking boys off [Verse 2: Chamillionaire] Got plenty cheese plenty carats man we looking like some caterers And it's looking like you haters and you fakes is imitating us Shaded up, braided up, and I bet that truck be bladed up Bentley still crawling on fo's so they ain't fading us In the hood I'm a grinder, wood on the vinyl TV, VCR, I'm laid back with your mama You ain't never seen a grinder that grind the way I grind, huh? Top of my drop still missin' as Osama [Chorus: Chamillionaire] (Still breaking boys off, hmm) Candy painted with the gloss You can hate but that's the way a player floss (Still breaking boys off, hmm) Getting money's what I'm bout I'ma get it while these haters just talk (Still breaking boys off, hmm) Gotta do it for the north Gotta do it for my hustlers in the South (Still breaking boys off, boys off, still breaking boys off) And when I do it I'ma do it like a boss (Still breaking boys off) [Verse 3: Mike Jones] I still represent H-Town, the city of that candy They see me with a lotta cars but they don't understand it They say the never seen ya boy out here gettin his grind on Phantom, Bentley, take ya pick, yeah I'm gettin' my shine on I've sold 2 million records now my paper all swole now The mayor of the city, top down when I roll now H-town (Yeah!) Home of the candy paint Home of the 84's and vogues and the purple drank [Verse 4: Bun B] Yeh this the city that's slow, the city thats throwed The city where the boys flip the candy painted low The city where they blow big killa and stayed blowed Hustling ass D-boys got the game sewed And sip that paint (Sip that paint) and drip that paint (Drip that paint) And drop that top (Drop that top) and grip that grain (Hold up) 6-10, I-10, 59, 45, and da belt This Clutch City but we play what we dealt Reppin' the H-Town [Chorus: Chamillionaire] (Still breaking boys off, hmm) Candy painted with the gloss You can hate but that's the way a player floss (Still breaking boys off, hmm) Getting money's what I'm bout I'ma get it while these haters just talk (Still breaking boys off, hmm) Gotta do it for the north Gotta do it for my hustlers in the south (Still breaking boys off, boys off, still breaking boys off) And when I do it I'ma do it like a boss (Still breaking boys off) [Verse 5: Paul Wall] Hustle town's my home, it's where I do my dirt Where the gangstas smoke water with drank stains on they shirt We ride swangin', chops blades just to break boys off From South Park to the Southwest and all the way to that north I'm talking Tidwell and Carverdale and Greenspoint too From Denver Harbor to West Airport and all the way to Channelview We steady bangin' on this screw, it's chopping like kung fu Hit me on the 8-3-2, it's Paul Wall, what it do baby [Verse 6: Yung Redd] (Ha ha ha, know what I'm tawkin' 'bout?) Purple so muddy I can barely even drive Stay blowin' down trees like a Category 5 Southside of H-Town the heart of Sunnyside I could walk these streets if I was blind, know what I'm tawkin' 'bout? Yung Redd, take ya out the future Stars imitate swear to God I was a jeweler Robert Davis, Fat Pat, this for you To my homie Big Hawk, I salute Mayne [Chorus: Chamillionaire] (Still breaking boys off, hmm) Candy painted with the gloss You can hate but that's the way a player floss (Still breaking boys off, hmm) Getting money's what I'm bout I'ma get it while these haters just talk (Still breaking boys off, hmm) Gotta do it for the north Gotta do it for my hustlers in the south (Still breaking boys off, boys off, still breaking boys off) And when I do it I'ma do it like a boss (Still breaking boys off) [Verse 7: Lil Keke] H-O to the U-S, T-O to the N God blessed me with the million dollar pen See them quiet money gangstas with they hand in the air That Sunnyside and South Park, I was raised out there This is H-Town (H-Town), screwed up and slowed down It's all love homie, keep rollin' up the whole pound Pull up in the monster just look at him hidin' Don Ke', heart of the south, slab ridin' [Verse 8: Z-Ro] H-O-U-S-T-O-N, T-E-X-A-S We go get it and come back with it until we take our last breath From the city where our stadiums drop the top Z-Ro the Crooked, my ghetto pass is good in any hood, any block they got The white cup is for the codeine and the cigarillo is for the kush If you want it we got it cause there's not a product we dont push We used to be the dirty south, now we so dirty we filthy So homie you must be touching it wrong if you don't feel me (you don't feel me) [Chorus: Chamillionaire] (Still breaking boys off, hmm) Candy painted with the gloss You can hate but that's the way a player floss (Still breaking boys off, hmm) Getting money's what I'm bout I'ma get it while these haters just talk (Still breaking boys off, hmm) Gotta do it for the north Gotta do it for my hustlers in the south (Still breaking boys off, boys off, still breaking boys off) And when I do it I'ma do it like a boss (Still breaking boys off) [Verse 9: Mike D] Welcome to H-Town, this 3rd Ward talking Coming down the slab line the fo's crip walking Together we stand, divided we fall, yeah North and the south together we ball Fuck that, nigga its a H-Town thang Lemme see ya touch the sky if ya feeling me mayne It's Boss Hogg Corleone, nigga that Mike D The drank man daddy, you know where to find me [Verse 10: Big Pokey] State to state dawg, I got 'em jockin' the kid 6' backin out the driveway, dropping the wig Yall know we do it big, like a freight-liner rig Got stashes full of cash where I keep the money hid Fresh to death homie, how I came in the do' Prada shades on, smelling like a swanger of dro Put ya H's up, represent ya city bro Counting money, iced out, like I'm in a video [Chorus: Chamillionaire] (Still breaking boys off, hmm) Candy painted with the gloss You can hate but that's the way a player floss (Still breaking boys off, hmm) Getting money's what I'm bout I'ma get it while these haters just talk (Still breaking boys off, hmm) Gotta do it for the north Gotta do it for my hustlers in the south (Still breaking boys off, boys off, still breaking boys off) And when I do it I'ma do it like a boss (Still breaking boys off) [Verse 11: Rob G] (Talking) Southwest put'cha dubs up baby, let's go! Now welcome to the place I love, place I was raised to be a G It's straight hang with thugs, jam my music slow and hold my H's up Southwest SWAT I know the real dudes that move birdies I go to school early, baby blue Moon jersey Riding around, southwest side of my towm Still Reppin' My Block, How Ya Likin Me Now Its from Sharpstown, Braeswood to Alief Black and Latins stacking paper together we stay deep It's Rob G! [Verse 12: Trae] Chyeah! King of the Streets and I'm roll around Houston ridin' 4's Boys better chill 'fore this throw-away leave they curtains closed (Lights out) I'm in the slab but I'm tippin' it like a platinum Rolls Suicide make the door presidential when they decide to close (Real talk) They want the throne but tell the haters that I got it locked (Got it locked) I shoot 'em on the west so whatever all they way to the block (Doors up) I'm so hood it be the true definition of me Ain't no way speak about the H, without mentioning me Tha Truth, nigga! [Chorus: Chamillionaire] (Still breaking boys off, hmm) Candy painted with the gloss You can hate but that's the way a player floss (Still breaking boys off, hmm) Getting money's what I'm bout I'ma get it while these haters just talk (Still breaking boys off, hmm) Gotta do it for the north Gotta do it for my hustlers in the south (Still breaking boys off, boys off, still breaking boys off) And when I do it I'ma do it like a boss (Still breaking boys off) [Verse 13: Lil O] Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah! Ay I'm from H-Town, southwest stop drop and roll If I chunk the dub up, the whole hood rock n roll Braaeswood, Woolfair, Clull Creek, Spice Lane West Bellville, Fondren Airport, Sandpiper, stack change I'm so H-Town there's codeine in my blood And I done shout it out at war with with the meanest of thugs And you ain't never gotta ask if there's lean in my cup I'm a triple O.G., S.U.C. nigga what Its Lil O Homie [Verse 14: Pimp C] Now I'm from Port Arthur, Texas, 90 miles away For the last 15 years, I been reppin my state I knew the real DJ Screw sip grape by the case Eight's over ice straight product of the H Southside, I never was no big socializer With Bun you can talk, I fuck with the boss Like Thug and Prince Silvia Rome or Wrice This game a pie I don't want it all I just need a slice [Chorus: Chamillionaire] (Still breaking boys off, hmm) Candy painted with the gloss You can hate but that's the way a player floss (Still breaking boys off, hmm) Getting money's what I'm bout I'ma get it while these haters just talk (Still breaking boys off, hmm) Gotta do it for the north Gotta do it for my hustlers in the south (Still breaking boys off, boys off, still breaking boys off) And when I do it I'ma do it like a boss (Still breaking boys off)

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How Low

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Ludacris

{Shawnna}

[Intro: Chuck D. Sample] How low can you go? How low can you go? How low can you go? How low can you go? How low can you go? How low can you go? How low can you go? How low can you go? How low can you go? How low can you go? How low can you go? How low can you go? How low can you go? How low can you go? How low can you go? How low can you go? [Verse 1: Ludacris] Haha, Luda! She can go lower than I ever really thought she could Face down, ass up The top of your booty jiggling out your jeans Baby pull your pants up I like it when I see you do it Better than I've ever seen I done befo' A lot of, women, drop it to the ground But how low can you go? Lower than your mama's ever seen it in her lifetime Never would've imagined it, not even in her right mind Practice in front of that mirror, now you doing it on the dance flo' Mad 'cause I can't get with you, chick, just show me how to dance, oh I may not wanna get low, so I'm posted up, kinda like a player do But if you come to the crib, then I might show you girls a thang or two Yeah, I think you a superstar, with a ass like that you gotta blow Befo' you make it big, there's just one thang that I gotta know [Interlude: Chuck D. Sample] How low can you go? How low can you go? How low can you go? How low can you go? How low can you go? How low can you go? How low can you go? How low can you go? [Hook: Shawnna & Ludacris] I can go low (go low), lower than you know Go low (go low), lower than you know Go low (go low), lower than you know Go low (go low), lower than you know [Verse 2: Ludacris] I be like knick, knack, patty, wack Oh, where my kitty cat? Give a dog a bone How many licks does it take 'til I get to the center and let a realer nigga take you home? I can make this show stop, soon as he hear this fo' pop From A-T-L-A-N-T-A-N all the way down to yo' block Put the needle on the record And I make her get lower than a Lamborghini And if she really get low, then I'ma shoot a video and put it all on TV 'Cause I like that French vanilla (French vanilla) And the caramel (and the caramel) But when it comes to chocolate (when it comes to chocolate) I know that very well Asian persuasion, no discrimination, I love how they seem to please us I wanna taste them butter Rican pecan peanut butter cups like Reese's Pieces 'Cause I think you a superstar, with a ass like that you gotta blow Befo' you make it big, well, there's just one thang that I gotta know [Interlude: Chuck D. Sample] How low can you go? How low can you go? How low can you go? How low can you go? How low can you go? How low can you go? How low can you go? How low can you go? [Hook: Shawnna & Ludacris] I can go low (go low), lower than you know Go low (go low), lower than you know Go low (go low), lower than you know Go low (go low), lower than you know [Verse 3: Ludacris] Drop it, hit it, dump it, split it Don't, stop – get it, get it Put it in reverse just to back it up Let me put some Luda in it Show me whatchu working with I'll show you some of this bankroll Yeah, you a superstar There's just one thang I gotta know, so [Interlude: Chuck D. Sample] How low can you go? How low can you go? How low can you go? How low can you go? How low can you go? How low can you go? How low can you go? How low can you go? [Hook: Shawnna & Ludacris] I can go low (go low), lower than you know Go low (go low), lower than you know Go low (go low), lower than you know Go low (go low), lower than you know

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Heartz Of Men

rap

2Pac

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[Intro] Hey, Suge, what I tell you, nigga? When I come out of jail, what I was gonna do? I was gonna start diggin' into these niggas' chest, right? Heh, watch this! Hey, Quik, let me see them binoculars, nigga, the binoculars! Hahahahaha! Yeah, nigga, time to ride! Grab your bulletproof vest, nigga 'Cause it's gonna be a long one Now, me and Quik finna show you niggas What it's like on this side—the real side Now, on this ride there's gonna be some real motherfuckers And there's gonna be some pussies Now, the real niggas gonna be the ones with money and bitches The pussies gonna be the niggas on the floor bleedin' Now, everybody keep your eyes on the prize 'Cause the ride get tricky See, you got some niggas on your side That say they're your friends, but, in real life, they your enemies And then you got some motherfuckers that say they your enemies But in real life, they eyes is on your money See, the enemies will say they true But in real life, those niggas will be snitches It's a dirty game, y'all Y'all gotta be careful about who you fuck with And who you don't fuck with, 'cause the shit get wild, y'all Keep your mind on your riches, baby Keep your mind on your riches [Verse 1] 9-1-1, it's an emergency, cowards tried to murder me From hood to the 'burbs, every one of you niggas heard of me Shit, I'm legendary, niggas scaried and paralyzed Nothin' more I despise than a liar, cowards die My mama told me when I was a seed Just a vicious motherfucker, why these devils left me free? I proceed to make 'em shiver when I deliver Criminal lyrics from a worldwide mob figure Thug niggas from everywhere: "Mr. Makaveli Niggas is waitin' for some thug shit" that's what they tell me So many rumors, but I'm infinite, Immortal Outlaw Switchin' up on you ordinary bitches like a southpaw: you get left And every breath I breathe until the moment I'm deceased Will be another moment ballin' as a G I rip the crowd, then I start again, eternally, I live in sin Until the moment that they let me breathe again The hearts of men [Chorus: Richard Pryor & 2Pac] "No heart for the fightin'" "I was in every gang, they had about five, I was in all of 'em Whichever one was winning, 'That's my side'" The hearts of men "Cause I wasn't fightin' shit Nigga made me unball my fists once, show you how scared I was I had my fists up, ready, he said, 'Muthafucka, put your hands down!'" [Verse 2] My lyrical verge with so much pain, to some niggas, it hurts My guns bust, if you ain't one of us, it gets worse Bitch niggas get their eyes swoll in fly mode I'm a homicidal outlaw, and five-o Get your lights on, the fight's on Tonight's gonna be a fuckin' fight so we might roll My own homies say I'm heartless But I'm a G in this until the day I'm gone, that's regardless Ride by, niggas bow down, thought I'd rot in jail Paid bail, well, a nigga's out now Throw up your hands if you thugged out First nigga act up, first nigga gettin' drugged out I can be a villain if you let me A motherfucker if you do upset me Tell the cops to come and get me Rip the crowd like a phone number, then start again Don't have no motherfuckin' friends Nigga, look inside the hearts of men [Chorus] In the hearts of men [Verse 3] To all my niggas engaged in makin' money in the fifty states Keep your mind on your chips and fuck a punk bitch No longer livin' in fear, my pistol close in hand Convinced that this is my year like I'm the chosen man Give me my money and label me as a don If niggas is havin' problems, open fire and bomb I died and came back, I hustle with these lyrics As if it's a game of crack, thuggin' is in my spirit I'm lost and not knowin' Scarred up but still flowin', energized and still goin' Uhh, can it be fate, that makes a sick motherfucker break On these jealous-ass cowards 'cause they evil and fake? What will it take? Give me that bass line, I'm feelin' bomb Death Row, baby, don't be alarmed The homie Quik gave a nigga a beat and let me start again Represent, 'cause I've been sent, the hearts of men

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St. Ides Liquor Commercial 1993

rap

2Pac

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[Intro: 2Pac Talking] HA HA HA HA HA You got St. Ides? Our friends getting it though It's it.. St. - Ides [2Pac] Nobody knows the trouble that brother sees Mobbing with the homies cause they're true Gs Count cash and, hands on the Ides cold glass And yet.. waiting for my homie to pass me The S-T-Crooked-Ides Took the sipping out, had to take another Before I pack a ten for my brother Thug for life, a G 'til they bury me Busting, I don't be trusting these tricks So they done worry me Now, I'm a well known figure, getting paid Came a long way from the old days I gotta get mine, cause in my mind; Pour some liquor on the curb for my dogs [Outro: 2Pac Talking w/ Echoes] St. Ides Right?

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My Chick Bad

rap

Ludacris

{"Nicki Minaj"}

[Chorus] My chick bad, my chick hood My chick do stuff that your chick wish she could My-my chick bad, my chick hood My chick do stuff that your chick wish she could (DTP!) My-my chick bad, badder-badder than yours My-my chick bad, badder-badder than yours My-my-my chick bad, badder-badder than yours My-my chick bad, badder-badder than yours [Verse 1: Ludacris] Listen, I'm sayin' my chick bad, my chick hood My chick do stuff that your chick wish she could My chick bad, badder than yours My chick do stuff that I can't even put in words Her swagger don't stop, her body won't quit So fool pipe down, you ain't talkin 'bout shit M-m-my chick bad, tell me if you seen her She always bring the racket like Venus and Serena All white top, all white belt And all white jeans, body lookin' like milk No-no time for games, she's full grown My chick bad, tell yo' chick to go home [Chorus] My chick bad, my chick hood My chick do stuff that your chick wish she could My-my chick bad, my chick hood My chick do stuff that your chick wish she could (Let's go!) My-my chick bad, badder-badder than yours My-my chick bad, badder-badder than yours My-my-my chick bad, badder-badder than yours My-my chick bad, badder-badder than yours [Verse 2: Ludacris] Now-now-now-now-now-now, now your girl might be sick but my girl's sicker She rides that dick and she handles her liquor Will knock a bitch out, annnnd fight Comin' out swingin' like Tiger Woods' wife Yeahhh, she could get a little hasty Chicks better cover up they chest like pasties Couple girlfriends and they ALL a little crazy Comin down the street like a parade, Macy's (Whoo!) I fill 'er up, balloons Test her and guns get drawn like cartoons D'oh, but I ain't talkin 'bout Homer Chick's so bad the whole crew wanna bone her, yeah [Chorus] My chick bad, my chick hood My chick do stuff that your chick wish she could My-my chick bad (and I'm lovin' it!), my chick hood My chick do stuff that your chick wish she could My-my chick bad, badder-badder than yours My-my chick bad, badder-badder than yours My-my-my chick bad, badder-badder than yours My-my chick bad, badder-badder than yours [Verse 3: Nicki Minaj] Yo, yo, now-now-now-now Now all these bitches wanna try and be my bestie But I take a left and leave them hangin' like a testie Trash talk to 'em then I put 'em in a Hefty Runnin' down the court I'm dunkin' on 'em, Lisa Leslie It-it-it-it-it's goin' down, basement Friday the 13th, guess who's playing Jason Tuck yourself in, you better hold onto your teddy It's Nightmare on Elm Street and guess who's playin' Freddy My chick bad, chef cookin' for me They say my shoe game crazy, the mental asylum lookin' for me (Ha ha ha ha), you a rookie to me I'm in that wham-bam purple Lam, damn bitch you been a fan [Chorus] My chick bad (don't get scared now, haha!), my chick hood My chick do stuff that your chick wish she could (Disturbing Tha Peace!) My-my chick bad, my chick hood My chick do stuff that your chick wish she could My-my chick bad, badder-badder than yours My-my chick bad, badder-badder than yours My-my-my chick bad, badder-badder than yours My-my chick bad, badder-badder than yours [Outro: Ludacris] Luda, DTP And when we all alone, I might just tip her She slides down the pole, like a certified stripper When we all alone I might tip, tip her She slides down the pole, like a certified stripper When-when we all alone, I might just tip her She slides down the pole, like a certified stripper When we all alone, I might just tip her She slides down the pole, like a certified stripper, I kinda like that

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Last of a Dying Breed

rap

Ludacris

{"Lil Wayne"}

[Intro: Ludacris] Oww! Luda! [Verse 1: Ludacris] I done killed so many niggas in the booth, I sell rappers on eBay (Hey!) 'Cause every one of my verses been instant like replays (Hey!) Speakers get blown like candles on your B-day (Hey!) 'Cause Luda's catalog got more records than the DJ (Woo!) The bank yells, "Mayday!" 'cause every day's a payday I put it on tape, and then, I sell it like Ray J (Ahh!) But not out the store (Nope!), straight to the buyer 'Cause I slung 'em out my trunk like the D.C. Sniper And six albums later, you'll deposit every word 'Til your memory bank gives me the credit I deserve Top five, damn right! But really, it just hit me That three of yo' top five's too scared to fuck with me! (Woo!) So how can I advance if you don't give me no opponents? (Yeah!) How can you see the future if you living for the moment? (Yeah!) Hip-hop couldn't die, I never offered my condolence But I'll offer y'all a day of atonement [Hook: Ludacris, Lil Wayne, & Rakim sample] 'Cause I'm a lyricist to the death, so I got what you need Ludacris, I'm the last of a dying breed And we almost extinct, so I'm saying it loud Say it with me: MC means move the crowd Say it with me: MC means move the crowd Say it with me: MC means move the crowd M—M—MC means move—m... (I got it, baby!) [Verse 2: Lil Wayne] And I'm an MC, I move the crowd like Moses Like the Red Sea, I wear red like roses Go against me and you'll be dead like roses Spitting at your head for the bread like toasters Never had a holster, I keep it on my lap And hip-hop ain't dead, it just had a heart attack But you see I keep it pumping, yeah, I got that heart back So just call me Little Carter or Little Cardiac Precious like an artifact, valuable like a quarterback Hannibal, like they call me Jack, throwback like a Starter hat Now, how did he thought of that? I mean, how did he think of that? I mean, how did I think of that? Now, like a rental, bring it back I mean, how did I think of that? I surprise myself sometimes Someone should throw me a surprise party for every rhyme Every time I do it, I do it dirty like swine For the Dirty and Five, hip-hop—I'm alive! [Hook: Ludacris, Lil Wayne, & Rakim sample] I'm a lyricist to the death, so I got what you need Weezy F, the last of a dying breed And we almost extinct, so I'm saying it loud! Say it with me: MC means move the crowd Say it with me: MC means move the crowd Say it with me: MC means move the crowd M—M—MC means move—m—move the crowd Owwwww! [Verse 3: Ludacris] They say O'Reilly don't like him (Nope!), Oprah won't invite him (Nope!) The president denounced him (Yeah!), no one will announce him (No!) Controversial lyrics like I'm crying for help (Hoo!) "Very talented," but I should be ashamed of myself (Woo!) But this is my art (Art), this is my music (Hey!) I'm speaking from the heart, hit "Record" and I'll lose it! Bite my tongue for no one (No!), I'll put you on blast (Blast) So all the news channels, y'all could kiss my ass! And if I dish it, I could take it (Yeah!), fix it if you break it (Yeah!) Could hit rock bottom and I'm still gon' make it! (Why?) 'Cause I'm a born hustler, natural survivor Seed of a gangsta, I put that on my father YouTube or Google me, turn it up and play it (Hey!) 'Cause many people think it, I just had the balls to say it (What!) And risk losing everything, I stand for the weak Plus, I live for my freedom of speech, 'cause— [Hook: Ludacris & Rakim sample] I'm a lyricist to the death, so I got what you need Ludacris, I'm the last of a dying breed And we almost extinct, so I'm saying it loud Say it with me: MC means move the crowd Say it with me: MC means move the crowd Say it with me: MC means move the crowd M—M—MC means move—means—move the crowd

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Revolver

rap

Lil Wayne

{Madonna}

(My love`s a revolver) (My love's a revolver) [Verse: Madonna] Oops ,I guess I shot ya My finger`s on the trigga I had a bullet with ya name on it , click click I`m a sex pistol My love should be illegal Real deal baby I`m no counterfeit Click click [Hook: Madonna] Line 'em up Knock 'em down My looks can kill (ay oh ay oh) My body`s fully loaded AndIgot more amo Line 'em up Knock 'em down My looks can kill (ay oh ay oh) You`re an accessory to murder cause [Hook] My love`s a revolver My sex is a killer Do you wanna die happy ? Do you wanna die happy ? [Repeat x2] I let it bang bang I send a bang bang I send a bang bang I send a bang bang My love`s a revolver My sex is a killer Do you wanna die happy ? Do you wanna die happy ? [Verse: Lil' Wayne] Bang The shooter name is Wayne The victim didn`t complain She just screamed 'shoot again' I gave her extra rounds My barrell twist around I am Mr. Shoot-'Em-Down I leave hearts on the ground My love is a weapon And yesIuse it well ThenIlet the rose petals Cover up the bullet shell I never shoot and tell I only shoot to kill And that vest ain`t gonna help ya Even if it`s made of steel My love is a revolver Do you wanna be my target ? Cause i`m a sharp shooter Matter fact , i`m the sharpest My aim is so flawless Girl you could be the farthest I`mma still shoot my love Let me know that you caught it I`m the triggerman I pull it I will when he wouldn`t Do you wanna eat the bullet And I know where to put it It`s weezy f. baby I`m shootin like the army Girl I should be illegal Betta put the safety on me Yeah [Hook: Madonna] Click click Line 'em up Knock 'em down My looks can kill (ay oh ay oh) My body`s fully loaded AndIgot more amo Line 'em up Knock 'em down My looks can kill (ay oh ay oh) You`re an accessory to murder cause [Hook] My love`s a revolver My sex is a killer Do you wanna die happy ? Do you wanna die happy ? [Repeat x2] I let it bang bang I send a bang bang I send a bang bang I send a bang bang My love`s a revolver My sex is a killer Do you wanna die happy ? Do you wanna die happy ? [Repeat hook & Hook]

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Hot Revolver

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Lil Wayne

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Young mullah, baby Umm, young mullah, baby She sayin', do you have the time To listen to me whine She askin', who's on the other line You diss me everytime I tell 'em, baby I'm a star Shit, I'm above a star And now, I done got so high I did forgotten who you are Oh oh oeh oh oh eh eh, ah ah... Im in love with you But I can't be with you Tomorrow I'll be back up on the first flight Right up out of town Young mullah baby She sayin', do you have the time To listen to me whine She askin', who's on the other line You diss me everytime I tell 'em, baby I'm a star Shit, I'm above a star And now, I done got so high I did forgotten, who you are, are, are Oh oh oeh oh oh eh eh, ah ah... I'm in love with you But I can't be with you Tomorrow I'll be back up on the first flight Right up out of town Young Mullah baby Hop up on my spaceship Girl I gotta drop your ass off Last night, yeah we were spaced girl You love it, girl I gotta take off Cause I'mma be here next week So call your company and take off Oh oh oeh oh oh eh... Cause she say "Wayne Wayne" So she got me all impatient Cry me a river, I can hear my conscious While I say aloud Boy you got a problem And you ain't foolin' no one But yourself You're like a hot revolver, hot revolver But you ain't killin' no one but yourself And so she's gone to party town, on her own And you go by yourself, so all alone I told her I can be with her But I can't be with her As much as she like me to She like me too much, that's the problem Oh my god then, shorty be wildin' And when I say I got to leave You wouldn't believe all of the things That she'll do and all of the things That she'll say to make me stay And I be like, daaaaaammmmnnnnnn I been that boy for forever I'll be back someday But she wanna go with me to outer space So we made love in the Milky Way and then I send her on her way Boy you got a problem And you ain't foolin' no one But yourself Your like a hot revolver But you ain't killin' no one But yourself And so she's gone to party town On her own And you go by yourself So all alone

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Ready for the World

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Lil Wayne

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When you look into the mirror in the morning Co you recognize who you see When I look into the mirror in the morning I don’t see anything What happens when the sun don’t rise and the birdies don’t wana sing And even the flowers of the day die and then they stink And then they shrink And even the friend of mine says the shrink might work And I was thinking bout clearing my mind but im afraid it might hurt And just when it seem that I got the whole world at my door The bell ring and I open up with a bang Im ready for the world im ready for you girl Im ready for the world im ready for you girl Im ready for whatever for now and forever Im ready for whatever for now and forever Im ready for the worlld the the the world Im ready for the worlld the the the world Wait til they get a load of me Psychotic, my pilot left the air craft Good weed like im smoking on some tear gas How ya want I can specify mother fucker Snearker sceintist I second high the mother fucker Pissed off no more like shittin on Get it good bitch I get til the getting gone 3 words bitches: "It is on" Big dawg are the kittens home Opening Hmm yall ain't ready tho I get so much green they call me lil ready go Is you ready 4 5 and the the leather coat and shoot these mother fuckers and whoever cope Somebody better let em know I ended the banana clip in and in your cantaloupe Fruity niggas suck a dick fuck the world, I'd rather fuck a bitch Starin at the walls of the room figurin out how to get out And theres no window to escape your mental drought You think about the crossroads more than the man that's conducting the train And then you lift your protected you still can't fuck lil wayne

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Pursuit of Happiness Nightmare

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Kid Cudi

{MGMT,Ratatat}

[Intro: Kid Cudi] Mmmm, ay-oh Hey... Ratatat, yeah! Na-na-na-nah Na-na-na-nah [Verse 1: Kid Cudi] Crush a bit, little bit, roll it up, take a hit Feelin' lit, feelin' right, 2 AM, summer night I don't care, hand on the wheel Driving drunk, I'm doing my thing Rolling the Midwest side and out Living my life, getting out dreams People told me slow my roll, I'm screaming out "Fuck that" I'ma do just what I want, looking ahead, no turning back If I fall, if I die, know I lived it to the fullest If I fall, if I die, know I lived and missed some bullets [Chorus: Andrew VanWyngarden & Kid Cudi] I'm on the pursuit of happiness, and I know Everything that shine ain't always gonna be gold, hey I'll be fine once I get it I'll be good I'm on the pursuit of happiness and I know Everything that shine ain't always gonna be gold, hey I'll be fine once I get it I'll be good [Verse 2: Kid Cudi] Tell me what you know about dreamin', dreamin'? You don't really know about nothin', nothin' Tell me what you know about the night terrors every night 5 AM, cold sweats, waking up to the sky Tell me what you know about dreams, dreams? Tell me what you know about night terrors? Nothing You don't really care about the trials of tomorrow Rather lay awake in the bed full of sorrow [Chorus: Andrew VanWyngarden & Kid Cudi] I'm on the pursuit of happiness, and I know Everything that shine ain't always gonna be gold, hey I'll be fine once I get it I'll be good I'm on the pursuit of happiness, and I know Everything that shine ain't always gonna be gold, hey I'll be fine once I get it I'll be good [Bridge: Kid Cudi] I'm on the pursuit of happiness I know everything that shine ain't always gold I'll be fine once I get it I'll be good [Guitar Solo: Mike Stroud] [Chorus: Andrew VanWyngarden & Kid Cudi] I'm on the pursuit of happiness, and I know Everything that shine ain't always gonna be gold, hey I'll be fine once I get it I'll be good I'm on the pursuit of happiness, and I know Everything that shine ain't always gonna be gold, hey I'll be fine once I get it I'll be good [Outro: Kid Cudi] Pursuit of happiness, yeah I gon' get it, I'll be good Oh... Oh man, oh, ugh... Room's spinning, room's spinning... Pat, Zuli... Oh fuck Oh my God, why'd I drink so much and smoke so much? Oh Oh, fuck

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Haterz

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Glasses Malone

{"Lil Wayne",Birdman}

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

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Throw It In The Bag Remix

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Fabolous

{Drake,The-Dream}

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

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Stronger Freestyle

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Crooked I

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

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Always Strapped Remix 1

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Birdman

{"Lil Wayne","Mack Maine"}

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

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Cant Turn Back

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Spice 1

{2Pac}

[Verse 1: 2Pac] It seems I can't turn back, I'm walkin' 'round strapped Can't sleep, my enemies want me gat Call my mama and they scream drama (Kill you bitch!) Could it be they don't know that they fuckin' wit a G? (Rat-a-tat) I'm goin' to sleep but with my eyes open I'm gettin' high and I pray that when I go, I can die smokin' Go to the funeral, my homie's dead, he passed away Got caught up in the wrong place, got blasted, hey It's just anotha part of bein' black It ain't no thang, but if you slang then you better watch yo back 'Cause these motherfuckers love to see you gone You gotta stay strong, young brother, 'cause it's on And I'll be slangin' these thangs till the break of dawn Gotta make my ends, then it's time to take it home I got some hoochies on my pager, it's major Let me play her like a game of fuckin' SEGA (Beep Beep) It's time to wake up, 2 in the mornin' You gotta leave, gots to sleep by myself, Cause I'm a G It's time to say goodbye, I gots to get my strap I was raised in the gutter now I can't turn back, haha [Chorus: 2Pac] It seems I can't turn back (I can't turn back) They want me to change And now I can't turn back (I know y'all looking at me crazy but uh) It seems I can't turn back They want me to change But now, I can't turn back [Verse 2: Young AKayser (of Blackjack)] I got 30 homies dirty mackin', jealous 'cause I'm stackin' I stay tackin', packin' heat in case these niggas get to actin' Too sheisty, shorty y'all get foggy and wanna leak Or get restless tryna test this, get they ass put to sleep (pow) I'm playin' for keeps, and if a life ain't no turnin' back I'ma keep hustlin' as long as dope fiends keep burnin' crack No love for these bitches 'cause when you down and out, they backs turn Now dig em and ditch em, be about my riches, sip my liquor and let my sack burn Can't let these funky cock hoes destroy me Only quality time I'm spending is on these blocks that employ me These punk-ass cops annoy me, playa hatin' on my cash got Me bailin' through them gusto throwin' my sack and strappin' the stash box Tryin' to crash my spot, tryin' to stop a nigga from earnin' stacks To hustle's all I know so it ain't really no turnin' back [Chorus : 2Pac] I can't turn back They sayin' I'm crazy I can't turn back I won't quit I can't turn back They want me to stop But yo, I can't turn back [Verse 3: Spice 1] Comin' up off a clip, So nigga don't trip, It's the S-P-I When I step onto ya shit, nigga, ya quick to die So take this slug to ya chest 'cause then I'm turnin' back Reason the ghetto smoke a motherfucker slangin' crack I put my finger on trigger and he was fro'd up He was the key to me gettin' my spizzot sowed up So now I'm runnin' like a motherfuckin' fugitive And all I carry is memories of how I used to live [Verse 4: 2Pac] Every time I wake up, I hit the floor and thank the lord I don't know what I'm livin' for, I'm runnin' out the back door Ain't nothin' nice in my life, I ask my nigga Spice (What's up, nigga) Don't wanna die, am I livin' right? I hit the corner smokin' weed, drinkin' Hennessy Will I be sober enough to see my enemies? And if I do, will I empty my clip or will I trip? 'Cause I ain't givin' up for shit, I can't turn back [Chorus: 2Pac] I can't turn back They want me to quit But yo, I can't turn back They sayin' I'm crazy I can't turn back They want me to quit But yo, I can't turn back I can't turn back They want me to quit But yo, I can't turn back I'm still thuggin' I can't turn back They want me to quit But yo, I can't turn back

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Stop Being Blinded

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Esau

{​wizard}

Da Wizard I believe that the creators of the news hire crews To batter and abuse all the clues and keep us all confused And leary of leaving your home For the fear of the unknown And now they got you in a zone Believing only what they've shown Until your mind is blown from the badness Sadness, madness, very little gladness Until you buy protection from your fears But how do you kill a fear They've got you where they want you In a life that's plus and minus You might as well use your anchor man as a security blanket And change your name to Linus It's easy to control the metropolis With the amount of negativity that's fed to the populace But you 've got to keep it clear Too much can cause rebellion But the right amount can cause fear Enough to cause lack of trust Enough to cause hatred and disgust Enough to make you lust Enough to make a little kid grab the gun an bust Enough to make you leave your lover in the dust Enough to make you cuss And if it wasn't bad enough to handle They hit you with the 24 hour a day newschannels Trying to keep us all in grief with no relief They got you gritting your teeth and waiting for someone to beef They giving you the foul run of it, flaky government Here is the news, they need to put the word bad in front of it You think that's ill, check me The news is a criminal's blueprint on doing crime correctly And good deeds go unheard of But you hear about crime, the bad politics and of murder And it's hard to read into the subjects that they lead into They bleeding you with this illness they feeding you Until you get full, from what you thought was a brand new cow But it was the same old bull Stop being blinded Stop being metally sleighed with this nickel and dime shit We don't have to be reminded Cause if you search for yourself then the truth is where you find it Stop being blinded Stop being metally sleighed with this nickel and dime shit We don't have to be reminded Cause if you search for yourself then the truth is where you find it Esau I'm not too happy with all this shit I see on TV It's gotten to me and all I do is stay confined to my misery Locked away looking at ABC, NBC, CBS, CNN and MSNBC Kosovo depressed me, China scares me Y2K is coming to get me And all I see when I turn on my local news TV is the newest remedy For me to cure my case of my HIV Or Syphyllis or Herpes, because 20% of Americans have it So you know that means me I look at the world pesimistically And I discovered it looks the same right back at me The world is out to get me Salesmen try to jerk me, drunk drivers aiming their cars at me And high school nerds are trying to hurt me I don't eat beef, because the government laces it chemically But I can admit I'm addicted to chicken The steroid-enhanced original white meat An Arab killed an Israli, an Indian a Pakistani A cop killed a homeless lady in Cincinnati Is it just me or is the world really that crazy That I can't even go to the mall To get myself a pair of new Nikes Cause someone might rob me on my way out of Starbuck's coffee Here you go man it's just a latte and my money I'll I got is a buck-thirty But you know they'll take it all according to TV And it's negativity Last night on TV I saw death and disease I saw rape and conspiracy I saw shit I hoped would never happen to me I saw kids with no feet and kids with no teeth living poverty And complete misery. I also saw a new high on Wall Street More money made today than ever in history But none was giving to me or those kids that preceded Fuck the media and be wary of your local news stories on TV Stop being blinded Stop being metally sleighed with this nickel and dime shit We don't have to be reminded Cause if you search for yourself then the truth is where you find it Stop being blinded Stop being metally sleighed with this nickel and dime shit We don't have to be reminded Cause if you search for yourself then the truth is where you find it

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Rush

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Funkmaster Flex

{"Lady Luck"}

[Lady Luck] Uhh, what Lady Luck Def Jam Shutting the game down from the whip To the tunnel You in da club Yo Bang this What ya'll gonna do when we rush the door Buy out the bar then rush the floor (niggas) Touch ya whore, I puff the raw Push a 4, wrist gonna crush ya jaw Don't trust a broad who rocking the Timberlands Criminal like Eminem don't act feminine But talk slick and six hit your women friends Ball like Wimbledon trucks like cinnamon It's them again (who) Niggas hotter then you It's like cop car lights with my rocks in view Pay homage to Luck a.k.a Chrissie Wallace Chick about them dollars, be a queen like Hollis Rockwilders, pop collars, Glock hollers At Any nigga out to stop ours Cause we lug shots, mug shots, all at you blood clots One spot, gunshots, get the body dem hot (Chorus) x2 [A Kid Called Roots] (Lady Luck) All my niggas and broads we rush the door (c'mon) Grap your drinks and rush the floor (c'mon) We keep it hot from wall to wall (c'mon) From the front to the rear get it crunk in here (yo, yo, yo, yeah) [Lady Luck] I came in the door, said it before Luck getting drunk till I fall to the floor Come back for more, rock wall to wall Ball till I score, then out by the morn How I dip and ride that whip I drive On I-95 getting hed in the ride Me and Root sipping Gin and The Juice Jewelry to loose, jeans hang over my boots You keep think that you bullet proof Till I put to your head give it a sunroof Good God, my whole squad hard And bank accounts is large Puff Chron--ic (*couching*) Stay in Phat Farm and Sean John Chick shake yo ass like you want some cash Nigga pump it fast like you want some ass We don't flash, we blast Whip crash, we laugh Got the game on smash, with my sexy ass (Chorus) x2 (Bridge) [A Kid Called Roots] (Lady Luck) Watch them boys they riot here (ya ya ya yeah) We came to fight in here (ya ya ya yeah) Turn off those lights in here (ya ya ya yeah) We snatch y'all ice in here [Lady Luck] I said me and my medicine High off Excedrin Luck spit better than half you veterans In a hundred degree whether she got leather skin Never deal with problems if the cheddar ain't in Let us begin on how y'all never again will win Vodka and gin will have my fist rocking ya chin Smoke till eyes like Lil Kim - slim Light skin, fight men, life very exciting Move like lighting, can't do the wife thing Keep an ice ring, lips very enticing Look this is my thing, till the fat chick sing I sex tracks with Viagra and ginseng Love to bling bling, your Glocks go Bing Bing Mines go BLOW BLOW, hater how you like me now The flow, the style, the dough, will pow For Def Jam, Kev Liles, now it's critical (Chorus) x2 [Lady Luck] Bounce, c'mon, Def Jam (yeah) (Ya ya yeah) Lady Luck, Roots, Roots (yeah) Cuz-on, cuz-on, party on, party on Uh ya ya yeah (x3) *Laughs*

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All Around the World

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JAY-Z

{"Latoiya Williams"}

[Intro: Jay-Z] I swear to God, I just touched down [Chorus: Jay-Z & Latoiya Williams, Latoiya Williams & Jay-Z] All around the world (Oh) Same song (Oh) Killer Cali nigga (Same song) ATL (Oh, same song) Real-adelphia (Oh) Dude it's (All around the world) [Verse 1: Jay-Z] London, England, South of France And all points between, they know about your man Konichiwa ladies when I'm out in Japan I'm a Tokyo Giant like Ichiro, I am Piss poor nigga from the hood but I blew Now I bounce six-fours up and down Crenshaw Spot me the hotel, the Cap' or Capri Bathrobe, slippers in the lobby like "Oui" Your man'll stand manta ray, handlin' a steak And handlin' a model standin' 'bout 5'8" 5'9", fine wine, fine dine, either that Or I'm mixin' in Switzerland tryna buy time Ballin' out in Bali when it's gorgeous out in Cali Brunchin' at the Four Seasons off the heezy Then it's back home nigga, back to the zone Nigga back to the books to the rhymes that took me [Chorus: Jay-Z & Latoiya Williams, Latoiya Williams & Jay-Z] All around the world Same song (Same song) Brooklyn bombers (Same song, same song) Detroit players (Oh, same song) Chi-Town (Hey, all around the world) [Verse 2: Jay-Z] Said it's all love, Shore Club, M-I-A Party at Bungalow 8 when I stay Pool look like a hundred Beyonces A couple fiancés, I'm the new DeVante Come and talk to me mami in the Yves Saint Laurent, I hope she ain't too young (Woo) Only twenty-one and older, let another nigga mold her I'm just tryna show her how a baller and a roller Sleep one place, tell the pilot keep the engine Runnin' then I wake up in Martha's Vineyard St. Bart's this year I think I'm gon' spend Christmas Reminiscin' 'bout the time my mom couldn't spend Christmas Now I'm gon' send her on her own little wish list Anywhere in the world, anywhere for my girl Forever my lady, blind, crippled and crazy A ticket and your favorite CD, sweet Sadie [Bridge: LaToiya Williams] Sadie (Sadie) Don't you know I love you, sweet Sadie? (I love you, Sadie) All around the world [Verse 3: Jay-Z] Said it ain't, "Where you from?" Yo it's, "Where you at?" Real niggas out in Brooklyn, some niggas don't clap It's real killers out in Cali, some niggas just act Hollywood like they out the hood, it's all to the good Real players in the D-Twa, some of them throwed Slackin' or they mackin', rest haven for hoes Real pranksters in the Chi, most of them real folks Disciplined Gangsters, come on Charlie, I know Shit, it ain't about your city or borough It's 'bout if you really as thorough and if you are, holla at your boy I put my hand on my heart, that means I feel you Real recognize real and you lookin' familiar I'm a Bed-Stuy nigga but I do it to death I promise I'm in St. Thomas homie eatin' at Chef's 112, ATL, the sun up yet? Then we party like the sun don't set [Outro: LaToiya Williams] We gon' take you all around the world It's the same song (Same song) Everywhere (Same song) It's the same song (Same song) We gon' take you all around the world Same song (Same song) Same song (Same song) Same song (Same song) All around the world Oh, oh, hoo, hoo, hoo-hoo All around the world Same, same, same song, song, song, song

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Soundtrack 2 My Life

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Kid Cudi

{}

[Verse 1] I got 99 problems and they all bitches Wish I was Jigga man, carefree livin' But I'm not Shawn or Martin Louis I'm that Cleveland nigga rollin' with them Brooklyn boys You knowin' how it be when you start living large I control my own life, Charles was never in charge No sitcom could teach Scott about the dram Or even explain the troubles that haunted my mom On Christmas time, my mom Christmas grind Got me most of what I wanted, how'd you do it, Mom, huh? She copped the toys I would play with in my room by myself "Why he by himself?" He got two older brothers; one hood, one good An independent older sister kept me fly when she could But they all didn't see The little bit of sadness in me Scotty [Chorus] I've got some issues that nobody can see And all of these emotions are pouring out of me I bring them to the light for you, it's only right This is the soundtrack to my life, the soundtrack to my life [Verse 2] I'm super paranoid, like a sixth sense Since my father died, I ain't been right since And I tried to piece the puzzle of the universe Split an eighth of shrooms just so I could see the universe I try and think about myself as a sacrifice Just to show the kids they ain't the only ones who up at night The moon will illuminate my room And soon I'm consumed by my doom Once upon a time, nobody gave a fuck It's all said and done and my cock's been sucked So now I'm in the cut, alcohol in the wound My heart's an open sore that I hope heals soon I live in a cocoon opposite of Cancún Where it is never sunny, the dark side of the moon So it's more than right I try and shed some light on a man Not many people of this planet understand, fam [Chorus] I've got some issues that nobody can see And all of these emotions are pouring out of me I bring 'em to the light for you, it's only right This is the soundtrack to my life, the soundtrack to my life [Verse 3] I'm this close to go and trying some coke And a happy ending would be slittin' my throat Ignorance to cope, man, ignorance is bliss Ignorance is love and I need that shit If I never did shows then I'd prolly be a myth If I cared about the blogs then I'd prolly be a jackass Don't give a shit what people talkin' 'bout, fam Haters shake my hand but I keep the sanitizer on deck Hope I really get to see 30 Wanna settle down, stop being so flirty Most of the clean faces be the most dirty I just need a thoroughbred, cook when I'm hungry Ass all chunky, brain is insanity Only things that calm me down; pussy, and some Cali tree And I get both, never truly satisfied I am happy, that's just the saddest lie [Chorus] I've got some issues that nobody can see And all of these emotions are pouring out of me I bring 'em to the light for you, it's only right This is the soundtrack to my life, the soundtrack to my life [Outro] To my life, to my life, to my life... Uh Yeah, uh-huh Yeah, uh-huh Yeah, uh-huh Yeah, uh-huh Yeah Yeah Yeah

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Make Her Say I Poke Her Face

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Kid Cudi

{"Kanye West",Common}

[Chorus: Kid Cudi & Lady Gaga] I make her say Oh, oh-oh-oh, oh, oh-oh-oh When I... Pa-pa-pa-poke her face, pa-pa-poke her face I make her say Oh, oh-oh-oh, AH-AH-AH-OH-OH What up? Ah-ah Pa-pa-pa-poke her face, pa-pa-poke her face Me first... Ha-ha! [Bridge: Kid Cudi] Ugh, ugh-ugh, she wanna have whatever she like She can if she bring her friend And we can have one hell of a night Through the day, ayy [Verse 1: Kid Cudi] I mean, you staring like a creeper 'cause you gotta peep her I mean, you prolly might be saying you ain't jockin' either But, man, ol' girl got a fat ol' ass Yeah, the type to make you tell a bitch, "Just dance" And fuck them other niggas 'cause she down for her bitches (Ayy) Fuck them other niggas 'cause she down for the sticking (Ayy) And fuck them other niggas, hope she down for some licking (Ayy) And fuck them other bitches 'cause she down for the tricking, ugh I'm hopin' she a rider When it's said and done, do she spit it up or swallow now? I ain't gotta trip about them niggas who like her 'Cause me and mami know who can really make her go [Chorus: Kid Cudi, Lady Gaga, & Kanye West {with A-Trak}] Oh, oh-oh-oh (Yeah, yeah) Oh, oh-oh-oh When I... Pa-pa-pa-poke her face (Ugh-ugh) Pa-pa-poke her face I make her say Oh, oh-oh-oh (Yeah) AH-AH-AH-OH-OH When I... Pa-pa-pa-poke her face (Ayy) Pa-pa-poke her face What she talking 'bout, 'Ye? (Uh-huh, uh-huh, yeah) Yeah [Bridge: Kanye West] She said she want whatever she like She said she gon' bring her friend And we gon' have a hell of a night Through the day [Verse 2: Kanye West] I made her say—Hold up, (Yeah?) born in '88? (Word?) How old is that? (Man!) Old enough I got seniority with the sororities So, that explain why I love college Getting brain in the library 'cause I love knowledge When you use your medulla oblongata And give me scoliosis until I'm comatos-es And do while I'm sleep, yeah a little osmosis And that's my commandment you ain't gotta ask Moses More champagne, more toasts-es More damn planes, more coasts-es And fuck a bus, the Benz is parked like Rosa, -oza [Chorus: Kid Cudi & Lady Gaga {with A-Trak}] Oh, oh-oh-oh, oh, oh-oh-oh When I... Pa-pa-pa-poke her face, pa-pa-poke her face I make her say Oh, oh-oh-oh (Yeah) AH-AH-AH-OH-OH When I... Pa-pa-pa-poke her face, pa-pa-poke her face I make her say [Bridge: Common] She said she want whatever she like But you gotta bring your friend And we can have one hell of a night Through the day [Verse 3: Common] She blamed it on the ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-alcohol (Woo!) She had her hair did; it was bound to fall (Woo!) Down, down for a—damn, Cudi already said it Her poker Facebook, I already reddit But man, her head was gooder than the music Electro body, known to blow fuses A stripper from the South, looking for a payday Said, "Bitch, you should do it for the love like Ray J" But they say, you be on that conscious tip Get your head right, and get up on this conscious dick I embody everything from the godly to the party It's the way I was raised on the Southside safari, so [Chorus: Kid Cudi & Lady Gaga {with A-Trak}] Oh, oh-oh-oh, oh, oh-oh-oh When I... Pa-pa-pa-poke her face, pa-pa-poke her face I make her say Oh, oh-oh-oh, AH-AH-AH-OH-OH When I Pa-pa-pa-poke her face, pa-pa-poke her face [Outro: Lady Gaga] Can't read my, can't read my No, he can't read my poker face She's got me like nobody Can't read my, can't read my No, he can't read my poker face She's got me like nobody Can't read my, can't read my (Woo!) No, he can't read my poker face (Woo!) She's got me like nobody Can't read my, can't read my No, he can't read my poker face She's got me like nobody

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Stupid Wild

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Gucci Mane

{"Cam\\'ron","Lil Wayne"}

[Intro - Gucci Mane] Oh! Oh! Gucci Bangladesh! Gucci Brr, brr, brr [Verse 1: Gucci Mane] I'm the fire, you say you more fire then nigga, you a liar Homie you and I, know the truth but that's 'tween you and I Stupid jewelry on me then, stupid jewelry on me now If you think you finna shit on Gucci then just show me how Someone dissed me yesterday, what I'm s'posed to do, go cry? With my money chasin' million dollar mission on the side Church's chicken in my Lambo, bought two drumsticks and a thigh (Nyooom) I'm so hood right now they question whats gettin' Gucci high Stupid wild, super stupid wild, homie that's my style Girls fightin', hoes fistfight just to touch my tie Get my squad squad, I ain't been this hard in a while Blow cha-cha, I ain't been this hard in a while [Chorus: Gucci Mane] Stupid wild, super stupid wild, homie that's my style Stupid wild, super stupid wild, homie that's my style Stupid wild, super stupid wild, homie that's my style Stupid wild, super stupid wild, homie that's my style Every single night I'm ballin' Sippin' on that drank, rims crawlin' Mostly every night I'm count, count Niggas wanna fight but I'm shoot, shoot Niggas wanna fight but I'm shoot, shoot (Yeah) [Verse 2: Lil' Wayne] Wilder than a jaguar, wildin' in a Jaguar Pl-Please don't play with me, I'll put that pistol on your grandpa I swear I'm so wild I think I just may need a xan bar And if she on my team I bet that bitch know who she playin' for Mr. Coach Carter or Mr. Go-Harder And I like my kush dry like a fish with no water Swagger stupid perfect, I might as well surf it And if she ain't fuckin' she get the voicemail service Tell it like it be, bitch I do it for the bloods And every fuckin' time I say soo woo it's for the Bloods What you dislike I love, man I do just like I does And if you wanna fight then come on you can fight my guns Weezy man, Young Money [Chorus: Gucci Mane] Stupid wild, super stupid wild, homie that's my style Stupid wild, super stupid wild, homie that's my style Stupid wild, super stupid wild, homie that's my style Stupid wild, super stupid wild, homie that's my style Every single night I'm ballin' Sippin' on that drank, rims crawlin' Mostly every night I'm count, count Niggas wanna fight but I'm shoot, shoot Niggas wanna fight but I'm shoot, shoot [Verse 3: Cam'ron] Let's do the furs, his and hers Started gettin' on my nerves so I hit her with a "BURR!" Hustlers love me, all the haters hate me They brothers wanna fight me, they sisters wanna date me I tell her bust it baby, you could be my bust it baby But stay in your place, I need my space: don't suffocate me (please) Back black approach us, clack clack take gats out the holsters Cops in black the patrol us, treat us like rats and roaches But the blue Benz, Got the blue lamps And your wifey, well we use her for her food stamps Ain't no big deal, but she keep the fridge filled Eggs scrambled, cheese grilled, cold juice the grits kill! Don't forget veal, Italiano, Gallardo Yea the big wheels, like milk your wig spilled We'll rush in ya spot, knock knock, snub of the Glock It Gucci turn, Huh?, You gon' suck it or not [Chorus: Gucci Mane] Stupid wild, super stupid wild, homie that's my style Stupid wild, super stupid wild, homie that's my style Stupid wild, super stupid wild, homie that's my style Stupid wild, super stupid wild, homie that's my style Every single night I'm ballin' Sippin' on that drank, rims crawlin' Mostly every night I'm count, count Niggas wanna fight but I'm shoot, shoot Niggas wanna fight but I'm shoot, shoot [Outro: Gucci Mane] Bitches wanna fuck me mainly Cause I got the kitchen all famous I'm tryna hold my head above water Stack a billion cash I just oughta My shades cost that cause I'm Gucci My warddrobe Gucci'd out like I'm boostin' I shine just all the time your homie shine Wanna hate me get a ticket and join the line, fine It's Gucci!

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Make tha Trap Say Aye

rap

OJ da Juiceman

{"Gucci Mane"}

[Intro: OJ da Juiceman] Ayy, ayy, okay Juice, Gucc, Juice, Gucc Half a brick, half a brick Zaytoven, Zay-tiggy Ayy, ayy, ayy, okay Okay, okay, ayy, ayy So Icey Entertainment [Chorus: OJ da Juiceman] Quarter brick, half a brick, whole brick, ayy Quarter pound, half a pound, whole pound, okay Hundred pills, thousand pills, serving major weight Juiceman and Gucci Mane make the trap "ayy" Quarter brick, half a brick, whole brick, ayy Quarter pound, half a pound, whole pound, okay Hundred pills, thousand pills, serving major weight Juiceman and Gucci Mane make the trap "ayy" [Verse 1: OJ da Juiceman] I'm booming (Ayy), I'm banking (Ayy), I'm serving all the babies (Okay) Rap game easy but the dope game gravy (Ayy) Young Juiceman and my life is like the J. Kidd (Ayy) With stupid fruity crazy swag, jumping in your lady (Ayy) Banana donk Chevy interior like the Lakers (Ayy) LeBron James wrist when I'm fucking with that caper (Okay) Hit the trap, stay down, watch the paper rake up (Damn) Booming out the house in J's asking for a wakeup (Damn) Half a brick, whole brick, got me buying Jacobs (Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy) Mauri shoe-walking and and the head a N.O. gator Half a brick, whole brick, got me buying Jacobs (Okay, okay, okay) Mauri shoe-walking and and the head a N.O. gator (Okay) [Chorus: OJ da Juiceman & Gucci Mane] Quarter brick, half a brick, whole brick, ayy Quarter pound, half a pound, whole pound, okay Hundred pills, thousand pills, serving major weight Juiceman and Gucci Mane make the trap "ayy" Quarter brick, half a brick, whole brick, ayy Quarter pound, half a pound, whole pound, okay Hundred pills, thousand pills, serving major weight Juiceman and Gucci Mane make the trap "ayy" (So Icey Boyz, nigga, Juiceman and Gucci Mane) [Verse 2: Gucci Mane] The twerkin' bird's in, so we working (Workin') Pack in a truck stop, a trailer back-end (Work) We big flip jugg, we towed it off the forklift (Work) The way my plug kick it, you'd think he had a black belt My scale so big, Big Boy can weigh his damn self (Ha) Two thousand pounds of mid, I sold that shit my damn self (Ha) Washer full of cash, dryer full of X pills (Let's go) Red rag in my pocket same color my 'Vette is (Huh) My number lower than a ese from Texas (Shit) A quarter mill' in the mail is an investment (Huh) A sniper rifle like a soldier in the desert A Eagle on me, boy, I'm known to tote a Desert (Bow) I sacked a ounce up before I sold a record He want a brick, I told him, "Meet me by the Checker's" (Ha) I sacked a pound up before I sold a record (Ha) He want a bale, I told him, "Meet me by the Checker's" (Ahh) [Chorus: OJ da Juiceman] Quarter brick, half a brick, whole brick, ayy Quarter pound, half a pound, whole pound, okay Hundred pills, thousand pills, serving major weight Juiceman and Gucci Mane make the trap "ayy" Quarter brick, half a brick, whole brick, ayy Quarter pound, half a pound, whole pound, okay Hundred pills, thousand pills, serving major weight Juiceman and Gucci Mane make the trap "ayy" [Verse 3: OJ da Juiceman] Young Juiceman, goddamn it, I'm the shit (Ayy) Booming off the chain, working with fifty bricks (Okay) Thousand pound bale, trying to make a mega grip (Damn) Posted on the 'Crest with that .45 on my hip (Ayy) Thirty-four, thirty-four tucked behind my lip (Okay) 760, dog, with that extra lip (Ayy) 502 donk, dog, with that extra kick (Skrrt) I got them stupid bands 'cause I got that stupid whip (Ayy) [Chorus: OJ da Juiceman] Quarter brick, half a brick, whole brick, ayy Quarter pound, half a pound, whole pound, okay Hundred pills, thousand pills, serving major weight Juiceman and Gucci Mane make the trap "ayy" Quarter brick, half a brick, whole brick, ayy Quarter pound, half a pound, whole pound, okay Hundred pills, thousand pills, serving major weight Juiceman and Gucci Mane make the trap "ayy" [Outro: OJ da Juiceman] Ayy, ayy, ayy, okay Damn, damn, Zay, Zay Damn, damn, Juice, Juice Ayy, ayy, Gucc, Juice Gucc, Juice, Zay, gone

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Spotlight

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Gucci Mane

{Usher}

[Intro: Usher, Polow da Don & Gucci Mane] It feels so good to be back! Polow, Usher, baby (yeah, Zone 4) Oh, whoa (Uh, uh), oh, yeah How you doing, Gucci? (yeah!) (Zone 6) [Hook: Usher] Cause the spolight ain't nothing without you girl And the dance floor ain't nothing without you girl You a show stopper, whoa Let's get it poppin', whoa Cause the spolight ain't nothing without you girl And the dance floor ain't nothing without you girl You a show stopper, whoa Let's get it poppin', whoa, yeah (Ay, ay, Gucci!) [Verse 1: Gucci Mane] Rose by 50 Uh Now she tipsy Slow dancing in my mansion with no panties Want to get me Three girls Gucci trippin (Gucci) That's a lot of women Expensive denim jeans on Designer heels, you feel me? (Hey, hey, get money!) I don't want no violence But damn she trying to kill me She trying to make me feel her I'm trying to make her feel me She just had a long day Know I got that long cake I give her that long scream I fuck with her the long way [Hook: Usher] Cause the spotlight ain't nothing without you girl And the dance floor ain't nothing without you girl You a show stopper, whoa Let's get it poppin', whoa Cause the spotlight ain't nothing without you girl And the dance floor ain't nothing without you girl You a show stopper, whoa Let's get it poppin', whoa, yeah [Verse 2: Gucci Mane] Bang bang OKA Where you want to go today No she's not a prostitute But if she was I'd have to pay Say, lay, you can stay I sex you up couple days Tell your girl no need to front She want participate (Yeah) Gucci on Eliminate Four girls with Gucci Simply I glaze they ass Just like some churches biscuits Beat her like she stole my Bentley Swagger-jackers pay attention Cali girl, ATL, Detroit, New York girls be with me [Hook: Usher] Ooh, Spotlight ain't nothing without you girl And the dance floor ain't nothing without you girl You a show stopper, whoa Let's get it poppin', whoa Cause the spotlight ain't nothing without you girl And the dance floor ain't nothing without you girl You a show stopper, whoa Let's get it poppin', whoa [Verse 3: Gucci Mane] I had a girl left alone Gucci Mane's a bachelor Sex tape just like Pamela Cause Gucci not an amateur Mini skirt, sun dress, booty shorts, Monster Her ass phat as two basketballs Gucci finna dunk her Pretty like Mariah Finer than Alicia Sexy just like Trina, dawg I bet she a keeper! Turn me on like Keri No she is not scared of her Probably sex her every UH Cause lil mama is fine as fuck! [Hook: Usher] Cause the spotlight ain't nothing without you girl And the dance floor ain't nothing without you girl You a show stopper Let's get it poppin' Cause the spotlight ain't nothing without you girl And the dance floor ain't nothing without you girl You a show stopper, whoa Let's get it poppin', whoa, yeah

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Come Gangsta

rap

Tech N9ne

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

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Queens Gambit

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DJ Muggs & GZA The Genius

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[Verse: GZA] She dated jolly green GIANTS, that, flew on JETS An A-list actress, who was never walked off sets She loved stuffed animals, especially BEARS Was a role model, like a CARDINAL to our peers A PATRIOTIC tomboy, like Mary Ellen from The Waltons A former lifeguard, who had the skills of a DOLPHIN When I met her, she was in drama school and wore BENGALS Drove a BRONCO, and she was far from star spangled Had basic skills, and worked part time in mills Raised buffalo's, cause she was behind them BILLS Had a man who always roared like LION A domestic violent cat, tackled the girl and kept her crying Couldn't care, she was losing her hair, from depression She was in the air, and there was some room for interceptions I told her to stay strong, not to be ashamed You're a "ten-i-see", you just need to TITAN your game Her ancestors were CHIEFS, who ran with running deer On the sail with the SEAHAWKS, who battled the BUCCANEERS The REDSKIN garments, was suede coat liners Held rare coins, frequently sought from gold miners They were hard working warriors, we call over timers Shot plenty arrows at COWBOYS and 49ERS Her interesting background, but quite unusual Great for a script, but out of bounds for a musical She told me to call her, if I came to town I started TEXAN her, soon as my plane had touchdown Holding my luggage, in the hand that revealed the bad scars She pulled up at arrivals, driving the JAGUAR Her BROWN skin was soft, her legs beautifully shaven Her house was fly, sitting on the roof, was a RAVEN As we entered, I heard laughter She walked into a large living room, I went after her There was two of her, girlfriends, playing chess like they were VIKINGS Militant as PANTHERS, they're resemblance was striking Had on thongs, high heels, and belts that was garter Energized like phones that just came off the CHARGER I introduced myself to gain yardage Cuz anything less then smooth, would've been straight up garbage The shorter one met me, when I had a sky pager Thought I rolled with robbers, STEELERS and panty RAIDERS She took fruit from the orange bowl, it was in season One of them said she loved the juice and kept squeezing I knew that I was gonna get, wined and dined It would've been a penalty, not to pass the scrimmage line Now I laid back and relaxed, waiting for the kick-off One removed the lip gloss, like she was bout to lick all She caressed me, with fingertips soft as velvet Dying for me to PACKER, as she stroked my helmet And I was thinking these girls was SAINTS But it was first and ten, and there was extra walls to paint Before you know it, I had all three in a huddle Buckin' like a COLT, before I released them puddles They spread EAGLES like wide receivers As I RAM them in the endzone, and they became true believers [Outro: movie sample] I be liking chess Cuz chess is crazy, right there, that's the ultimate It's like a great hobby right there, playing chess The board, the pieces, the squares, the movement You know, war, capturing, thinking, strategy Planning, music, it's hip-hop, and sports It's life, it's reality

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Sound Off

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Slaughterhouse

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[Verse 1: Royce da 5'9"] You herbs, we merged, we're an alliance We fight fire with flamethrowers, why would you try us? We a outfit, equivalent to Voltrons That boy Crooked I's equivalent to four arms Joell Ortiz is the body The cannibal-slash-killer: kill you, then eat your body Joe Budden is the pair of legs He run shit, alongside I, the apparent head I am the general, bow now Fuck saluting, I don't really think y'all niggas get it Run up on you with an army, it is on 'til it's done, finished You got a problem with any one of my Slaughters Then y'all niggas can come with us Me and Joey, we a perfect fit, he like startin' shit, I like endin' shit I don't squash the beef, I don't bend a bit It ain't intricate, I'm gon' shoot your stupid ass You choose to laugh, you gon' die smilin, try wildin' I get hostile, then I'm violent I don't make threats, nigga, I promise My style is Stalin mixed with sick lyrics If you hear it, it'll lift your spirit Turn your appearance to a disappearance When I d-d-d-d-d-d-d-d-ding! [Chorus: Royce da 5'9"] I fuck with nothing but gangstas Nothing but hustler niggas, sound off, sound off (Hut!) I fuck with nothing but my clique Nothing but hot shit, follow me, sound off, sound off (Hut!) I fuck with nothing but gangstas Nothing but hustler niggas, sound off, sound off (Hut!) I put my money on my clique Hot shit coming out of the barrel of my fif' [Verse 2: Joell Ortiz] I got a raw flow, and I stay hungry more so Guess that's why I'm the torso I pour sweat when I perform shows What I record goes down as the best But the vets won't let that torch go Y'all can keep it, they got flashlights now, and flamethrowers And I got one on my back right now—"Remain focused" That's what I tell myself now and then Don't wanna go back to that block like where Varejao defends Uh-oh, my stomach growls again I ain't none of you cowards' friends Every human out of my sight before I count to ten (Woo!) One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight I'm hungry like I never ate (Rrrrrr) Set a table up with knives, forks, and spoons I'm 'bout to get a plate All these weak dummies lookin' yummy like a pepper steak Me and these streets'll never separate, we ain't married Yeah, but every time I touch a pen, I sorta set a date I'll devastate your career, look, I'ma demonstrate Let me get a good breath I take before I regulate Okay, bye-bye, you guys Don't try to rhyme 'cause line for line, what I design is mine And my point is: I'm divine and I'm right behind The big guy that shines all the light in mine So my eyes can find a nice dime to grind Come here, girl—toma, toma, take that, take that! [Chorus: Royce da 5'9"] I fuck with nothing but gangstas Nothing but hustler niggas, sound off, sound off (Hut!) I fuck with nothing but my clique Nothing but hot shit, follow me, sound off, sound off (Hut!) I fuck with nothing but gangstas Nothing but hustler niggas, sound off, sound off (Hut!) I put my money on my clique Hot shit coming out of the barrel of my fif' [Verse 3: Crooked I] You rappers chasing popularity by any means, doing silly things Buying too many size 20 skinny jeans The West treat me like I'm really king I'm Pacquiao in the Philippines, illest thing them niggas seen You rappers dressing like you finna sing "Billie Jean" I gotta intervene—fuck you, I'ma intervene You loud-talking wouldn't kill a thing Matter of fact, where's your head, nigga? I got the guillotine Fuck your Hollywood limousine and rented bling I give you three red dots and I call it a triple-beam I'll put your pad on your property, fag Properly rob you and hop in the Jag If you stopping the profit, the Glock'll be popping Your body'll rock a colostomy bag Shot in the abs, moms'll be sad, pops'll be mad, doctor be glad Possibly stopping the plasma dropping Clock running out and the outcome bad Any one of you niggas that fuck with my team Pretty-ass thing with the infrared beam Sleep on that and get killed while you dream Fuck a rap group, Slaughterhouse a machine Slaughterhouse a regime I'm gooned up if you know what I mean Everybody wanna be down with the king N-N-N-N-No-Fly Zone [Chorus: Royce da 5'9"] I fuck with nothing but gangstas Nothing but hustler niggas, sound off, sound off (Hut!) I fuck with nothing but my clique Nothing but hot shit, follow me, sound off, sound off (Hut!) I fuck with nothing but gangstas Nothing but hustler niggas, sound off, sound off (Hut!) I put my money on my clique Hot shit coming out of the barrel of my fif' [Verse 4: Joe Budden] My one goal's to astonish Tell the President, V.P., (You could) notify the Congress They say I'm arrogant, pompous, but I'm honest I tell 'em, "Keep an accomplice away from the accomplished" They still making threats on Your Highness But I tell 'em where I be, they just ignore the compass I think all your mans Play-Doh I don't buy that movie, "Fandango," fans they know that, what! You a soldier to a general, baby steel Got it in the bag, airtight, Navy SEAL Tell lil' dudes, I ain't mad at y'all, college kids like Asher Roth Y'all just trying to put food on the table Well, I'ma just come and try snatch it off If it ain't for me, most young dudes'd be angrily (Whoa, whoa) But anxiously awaiting bankruptcy Wonder what makes lil' motherfuckers think they're the same as me I'm synchronized, you and your mans'll die Learn certain shit you ain't meant to try Got the ground covered with some niggas in disguise Best bet's to attempt to fly Shit's a gang, you down, you in for life Fuck y'all, I ain't gotta generalize Y'all ain't able to write what the pen describes So when he ask what I meant and why, I tell him [Chorus: Royce da 5'9"] I fuck with nothing but gangstas Nothing but hustler niggas, sound off, sound off (Hut!) I fuck with nothing but my clique Nothing but hot shit, follow me, sound off, sound off (Hut!) I fuck with nothing but gangstas Nothing but hustler niggas, sound off, sound off (Hut!) I put my money on my clique Hot shit coming out of the barrel of my fif'

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Cold World

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GZA

{"Inspectah Deck",Life}

[Intro: sample] “I had a bad dream” “Don’t be afraid, bad dreams are only dreams” “What a time you chose to be born in” [Chorus: Life] Babies cryin', brothers dyin', and brothers gettin' knocked Shit is deep on the block and you got me locked down In this cold, cold world [Verse 1: GZA] It was the night before New Year’s And all through the fuckin' projects Not a handgun was silent, not even a TEC Outsiders were stuck, by enemies who put fear And blasted on the spot before the pigs were there You know hoods, robbers, snipers new in sight Fuck blue and white They escape before them flash the fuckin' lights Gunshots shatter first-floor window panes Shells hit the ground and blood stained the dice game Whether pro-calisthenic, any style you set it Beat niggas toothless, physically cut up like gooses But with iron on the sides, thugs took no excuses Therefore, your fifty-two handblocks was useless Linx was snatched off necks, left scars on throats Jackets took, after bullet rips through coats Against those who felt the cold from the steel Made ‘em fold and squeal, once the metal hit the temple of his grill Construction worker, who was caught for his bomber No time to swing the hammer that was hangin' from his farmers And it’s bugged how some niggas catch slugs And pockets dug from everythin' except check stubs And it does, sound ill like wars in Brownsville Or fatal robberies in Red Hook where feds look For fugitives to shoot cops, niggas layin' on roof tops For his C.R.E.A.M he stashed in a shoebox But he was hot, and the strip was filled with young killers You don’t suspect, so cops creep like caterpillars And born thieves stay hooded with extra bullets Those who try to flee, they hit the vertebrae Increase the murder rate Similar to hitmen who pull out TECs and then Drop those who crack like tacos from Mexican Rapid, like recipients cashin' checks again Back to the motherfuckin' spot on Lexington [Chorus: Life] Babies cryin', brothers dyin', and brothers gettin' knocked Shit is deep on the block and you got me locked down In this cold, cold world We be runnin' from the cops, bustin' off shots Shit is deep on the block and you got me locked down In this cold, cold world [Verse 2: Inspectah Deck] Yo, no time to freeze, undercovers ease up in Grand Prixs And seize packages and pocket the currency Cliques control strips, full clips are sprayed Yellow tape barricades sidewalks where bodies lay Madness strikes at twelve o’clock midnight Stick-up kids on the ground broke the staircase light And I stays harassed, scramblin' for petty cash Jakes on my ass, young bucks is learnin' fast Three-Fifteen-Sevens and Forty-Fours Bought inside corner stores, provide sparks for wars Hospital floors surrounded by the law Homicide questionin' while the Jakes guard the door My hood stay tense, loyalty puts strength in my team ‘Cause niggas’ main concern is C.R.E.A.M Some niggas in the jet-black Galant Shot up the Chinese restaurant for this kid named Lamont I thought he was dead, but instead, he missed the kid And hit a twelve-year-old girl in the head, and then fled Tactical narcotic task force, back off fast ‘Cause the crime boss is passin' off cash Extortions for portions of streets, causes beef Havin' followers of Indians trying to play Chief You witness the saga, casualties and drama Life is a script; I’m not an actor But the author of a modern-day opera Where the main character is presidential papers, the dominant factor [Bridge: Life] You know, you had me With your sensuous charm But you looked so alarmed As I walked on by [Chorus x2: Life] Babies cryin', brothers dyin', and brothers gettin' knocked Shit is deep on the block and you got me locked down In this cold, cold world We be runnin' from the cops, bustin' off shots Shit is deep on the block and you got me locked down In this cold, cold world

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Conflict Diamonds

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Lupe Fiasco

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

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Eminem Freestyles on Tim Westwood | 2010

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Eminem

{"Royce da 5\\'9\\\"",​dEnAun}

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

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My Time

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Fabolous

{Jeremih}

[Hook: Jeremih] Go hard today Can't worry 'bout the past 'cause that yesterday I'ma put it on the line 'Cause it's my time (Hey, hey, hey, hey) I gotta stay on my grind 'cause It's my time, my time, my time (Hey! Hey! Hey!) If you wit' me let me hear you say (C'mon) My, my, my, my, Da-da-da-da If your with me let me hear you say My, my, my, my, Da-da-da-da Oh, it's my time [Verse 1: Fabolous] Guess what time it is? My, my, my time You can check your iPhone, better say it's iTime I don't even need a watch, I don't even see a clock Soon as a I walk in, it feel like me o'clock Yeah, me o'clock, every time I check Niggas don't measure up and try to blame the Pyrex I'm a do it bigger than a 5X Can't ride with a L, so I don't drive Lex Game's so bickery, so full of trickery Nursery-rhyming: hickory, dickory Blowing that sour, the hood call it "pickery" Biggie, Puffy, Busta, victory [Hook: Jeremih] Go hard today Can't worry 'bout the past 'cause that yesterday I'ma put it on the line 'Cause it's my time (Hey, hey, hey, hey) I gotta stay on my grind 'cause It's my time, my time, my time (Hey! Hey! Hey!) If you wit' me let me hear you say (C'mon) My, my, my, my, Da-da-da-da If your with me let me hear you say My, my, my, my, Da-da-da-da Oh, it's my time [Verse 2: Fabolous] My time's more like fly time Don't call it "getting dressed", call it in the "sky time" If you ain't a pilot, you probably couldn't style it Unless you was a stewardess, you won't know what to do with this First I took the time out, then I put the time in Money ain't everything, it's more about the timing So I got the Audemars, flawless diamonds In other words that's called perfect timing I feel like a favor, I feel like a savior They clocking my neck: I feel like I'm Flavor I go so hard, Loso God, damn Street fi-di-di-di-damn [Hook: Jeremih] Go hard today Can't worry 'bout the past 'cause that yesterday I'ma put it on the line 'Cause it's my time (Hey, hey, hey, hey) I gotta stay on my grind 'cause It's my time, my time, my time (Hey! Hey! Hey!) If you wit' me let me hear you say (C'mon) My, my, my, my, Da-da-da-da If your with me let me hear you say My, my, my, my, Da-da-da-da Oh, it's my time [Verse 3: Jeremih] 0-9, all mines It's been a few years, now it's me, about time You know I got committed with it since I've been up in the zone Sign the dotted line, now it's on So y'all better check your wrist-piece Cause it's time to make history Just hop in here up on this hit streak How the, how the, how the hell you gonna evict me? You know I'm here to stay, never clocking out Big bottles we popping now, no telling where we stopping now And I represent the Chic-a-g-o On the track with F-A-B-O, you know we-- [Hook: Jeremih] Go hard today Can't worry 'bout the past 'cause that yesterday I'ma put it on the line 'Cause it's my time (Hey, hey, hey, hey) I gotta stay on my grind 'cause It's my time, my time, my time (Hey! Hey! Hey!) If you wit' me let me hear you say (C'mon) My, my, my, my, Da-da-da-da If your with me let me hear you say My, my, my, my, Da-da-da-da Oh, it's my time

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Throw it in the Bag

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Fabolous

{The-Dream}

[Produced by Shatek] [Intro - Fabolous and The Dream] You already know what it is (ah) We got another one boy (A-T-L, yeah) Just throw it in the bag What's up Brooklyn? What's up son? What's up Fabo? Aye man (oh...), I got that black AmEx with me A.K.A. that "Throw It In The Bag" card Radio Killa (Yeah) [Verse 1 - The-Dream] Now I know you ain't over there staring at my girl Yeah, I know you ain't over there staring at my girl Nigga, I know you don't call yourself hollering at my girl Now I know you don't call yourself hollering at my girl I keep her in Louboutin, Louis Vuitton Gucci down to her feet, yup, just like me I'm the one, with them ones Fuck the price on the tag, just throw it in the bag [Hook - The-Dream & Fabolous] Uh huh, uh huh, uh huh (Ladies, y'all ready to go shopping?) Just throw it in the bag (Neiman Marcus on me and all that?) Uh huh, uh huh, uh huh (Yeah, come on then) Just throw it in the bag [Verse 2 - Fabolous] Look at price tags, where they do that at? Heard that in A-T-L, when I'm in A-T-L Just ask my baby gal, I treat that lady well Ain't nothing so-so, and I know J.D. well A couple Benzes, black, white, gray C.L Got niggas looking like, "Did we miss a Mercedes sale?" Don't wonder what I do, just know they pay me well They keep that Gucci and that Louis on my labi-el's That's the way we feel -- must be nice, man You with the right man, you ain't gotta price scan Or ask how much, now what I look like? Son I'm from Brooklyn -- what it look like? You get it cause I got it, I got it so you get it In Miami they say, "Don't stop, get it, get it" Mami do the Speedy, daddy do the duffle Bag full of chips, we ain't talking Ruffles [Hook- The-Dream] Uh huh, uh huh, uh huh Just throw it in the bag Uh huh, uh huh, uh huh Just throw it in the bag Uh huh, uh huh, uh huh Just throw it in the bag Uh huh, uh huh, uh huh Just throw it in the bag [Verse 3 - Fabolous with The-Dream] See, I know what I'mma tell her The same thing that the bank robber told the teller -- Just throw it in the bag That's the way it supposed to be A real nigga 'posed to help you out with the groceries Just throw it in the bag Paper or plastic, it's safer to ask it So dead that nigga, I will pay for the casket That Remy Mar' got him spitting plenty bars Broke ass nigga, couldn't buy the mini bar So get with Loso, he ain't got to know so Such a gentleman, dozen bottles of that Rose Mo' Oh you got a man? Well, you need a richer one Meet me in the parking lot, the plates say "GET U 1" Meet me at the register, I'm there on the regular Them niggas price checking, you can help them in a second As we proceed to give you what you need Like we breaking down the weed Shorty, throw it in the bag [Hook- The-Dream] Uh huh, uh huh, uh huh Just throw it in the bag Uh huh, uh huh, uh huh Just throw it in the bag [Bridge - Fabolous] Everybody do the throw it in the bag Hey, throw it in the bag Everybody do the throw it in the bag Hey, throw it in the bag Everybody do the throw it in the bag Hey, throw it in the bag Everybody do the throw it in the bag Hey, throw it in the bag [Hook- The-Dream] Uh huh, uh huh, uh huh Just throw it in the bag Uh huh, uh huh, uh huh Just throw it in the bag Uh huh, uh huh, uh huh Just throw it in the bag Uh huh, uh huh, uh huh Just throw it in the bag

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Baby Dont Go

rap

Fabolous

{T-Pain,"Jermaine Dupri"}

[Hook: T-Pain (Fabolous) {J.D.}] I try to play cool Actin like what you do don't phase me, don't phase me Meanwhile I'm sittin at home, all alone Tryin to keep myself from goin crazy When I'm in the house, when I think about When I see you out, when I hear about {T-Pain} I want my baby back! {'Lo-so} And I thought it would be easy But it's hard for me to let you GO~! (Baby don't) GO! (Baby don't) go! (Baby don't) go (baby don't) {y'all know what this is} [Fabolous] Now I'm better than your ex, gon' be better than your next Baby Screwed Up so you better be from Tex-as Can't seem to doubt that I creamed her out Now you dream about how I turned Nieman out Nothin to scream about just back your Bimmer out Pack it up in the trunk, go back to key my house Cause I can play cool, but I can't play fool There's options in break up, you ever play pool? Better do you cause I damn sure does me And what your buzz be is only because of me The wifey, hus-by, never was me I does me, trust me I don't wanna another you so I'mma slide (yup) But I got another boo, on the side, bay-bay [Hook: T-Pain (Fabolous) {unlisted J.D. ad libs}] [Fabolous] Through the time I been alone, time I spent on phones Know you ain't lettin them climb up in my throne Now, baby that lime with that Patron Have me talkin crazy, it's time to come on home Now, I talk with someone above It's okay to lose your pride over someone you love Don't lose someone you love though over your pride Stick wit'cha entree and get over your side We break up to make up at Jacob's baby Her parents fought too, I'm the makeup baby Wake up baby, love'll have you open though I mean you seen Tom Cruise on the Oprah show So I just can't bet on the next hand There's too much in this pot just to give to the next man [Hook] [Fabolous] Now if you ain't never went through it you ain't really into it The next rap to show you I really been through it Every other day I'm givin the love away That's what your friend's sister or little brother say If I'mma do somethin, it's the undercover way When them hatin ass watchdogs look the other way And others may not see that we need each other But if we on the same page we can read each other They should learn us, instead of try to turn us Mr. and Ms. Smith, we both got the burners - UP~! If you love your baby then turn this up Know we keep this hot like a Thermos cup Relax, don't be tryin to perm us up We already straight - yesss [Hook] [Jermaine Dupri] Fab we gon' have to make a dance to this song man! Y'knahmean; ain't no WAY you can't dance on this Uhhh, T-Pain! [T-Pain] I want my baby back! And I thought it would be easy But it's hard for me to let you GO~!

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Soon Youll Understand

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JAY-Z

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[Intro] Mmm, you don't understand now because you're cryin', and you hurt You'll understand soon enough Soon enough [Chorus] Let him hold you, let him touch you Soon you'll understand [Verse 1] You're my best friend's sister, grown woman and all But you see how I am around girls; I ruin 'em all Plus your mom call me son, around you since I was small Shit, I watched you mature, nah, this ain't right But still when your boyfriend ditched you, life's a bitch you cried Over my right shoulder, I told you to wipe your eyes Take your time when you likin' a guy 'Cause if he sense that your feelings too intense, his pimp'll die I bought you earrings on your birthday Drove you to college your first day It must be sad, though it hurts to say We could never be a item, don't even like him You deserve better, this is ugly; Gina, please don't love me There's better guys out there other than me (You need a lawyer or a doctor or somebody like that, you know?) Like a lawyer or a doctor with a Ph.D Think of how upset your mother and brother would be If they found that you was huggin' me My conscience is fuckin' with me [Chorus] Let him hold you, let him touch you Soon you'll understand Let him hold you, let him touch you Soon you'll understand [Interlude] Man, I look in the eyes of our.. This.. our kid this whole life we made together.. We're tryin', really tryin' to make it work I'm young, and I ain't ready, and I told you [Verse 2] It ain't like, I ain't tell you from day one, I ain't shit When it comes to relationships, I don't have the patience Now it's too late, we got a little life together And in my mind I really want you to be my wife forever But in the physical it's like I'ma be trife forever A different girl every night forever; told you to leave But your stubborn and you love him and No matter what, despite all the fuckin' and the cheatin' You still won't leave him, now you're grievin' And I feel bad, believe me But I'm young and I ain't ready, and this ain't easy Wasn't fair to tell you to wait, so I told you to skate You chose not to, now look at the shit we gotta go through Don't wanna fight, don't wanna fuss You the mother of my baby I don't want you to hate me, this is about us Rather me; I ain't ready to be what you want me to be And 'cause I love you, I want you to leave, please [Chorus] Let him hold you, let him touch you Soon you'll understand Let him hold you, let him touch you Soon you'll understand [Interlude] Mm... listen ma I mean, I seen you workin two or three jobs Daddy left; I, I thought I was makin' things better I made it worse [Verse 3] Dear ma, I'm in the cell, lonely as hell Writin' this scribe, thinkin' 'bout how you must feel inside You tried to teach me better, but I refused to grow Goddamn, I ain't the young man that you used to know You said the street claim lives, but I wanted things like Bling-bling ice; I was wrong in hindsight Shit, we grew apart, try to blame it on your new spouse I know it hurt like hell the day you kicked me out But your house is your house, I ain't respect the rules I brought crack past your door, beefed with rival crews And who wants to be the mother of a son who sold drugs? Co-workers saw me on the corner slingin' Larry Love Meanwhile, you workin' hard, like 2 or 3 jobs Tryin' to feed me and my siblings, makin' an honest livin' Who am I kiddin'? I, call myself easin' the load I made the load heavy, I need money for commissary Try to understand, please [Chorus] Let him hold you, let him touch you Soon you'll understand Let him hold you, let him touch you Soon you'll understand Let him hold you, let him touch you Soon you'll understand Let him hold you, let him touch you Soon you'll understand Let him hold you, let him touch you Soon you'll understand Let him hold you, let him touch you Soon you'll understand

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Break Up

rap

Mario

{"Gucci Mane","Sean Garrett"}

[Intro: Woman] Bangladesh I love you, but I don't think I can love you anymore [Bridge: Sean Garrett, Mario & Gucci Mane] When I kiss you so good (Mario!) Why would you wanna break up? (Gucci, Gucci!) When this loving is so good Why would you wanna break up? (Sean Garrett the Pen) If I hit that so good Why would you wanna break up? (Gucci!) If the feeling is so good Why would you wanna break up? (We goin' in!, oh!) [Chorus: Mario & Sean Garrett] Lovin' you, lovin' you, lovin' you When I'm, when I'm lovin' you, lovin' you Why would you wanna break up? Do anything for you Why would you wanna break up? See I be driving through your hood Why would you wanna break up? [Verse 1: Gucci Mane] Now baby girl done dumped me, she no longer wants me I'm no longer hired, she said that I been fired On to the next one, more fish in the sea Girls are like buses: miss one, next fifteen, one comin' (Huh) Gucci Mane crazy and his ice game stuntin' (Burr!) Swag so stupid but the bitch straight dumped me Over, no more smoking doja Baby girl went AWOL, she used to be my soldier [Verse 2: Mario] (Don't) Don't I lace you with the Gucci? (Don't) Don't I deck you in the Louie? (Don't) Don't I make your earlobe freeze? (Don't) Don't when I dive, I dive deep? I know I be (Gone) I know I be (Gone) I know I be (Flirting with them girls) I know I be (Said I be right back but take too long) I know I be (Saying I be faithful but I don't) I know I be making you them promises Then breaking your heart again Telling you she wasn't who she was then we arguing But baby, I love you (Oh!) [Chorus: Mario & Sean Garrett] Lovin' you, lovin' you, lovin' you When I'm, when I'm lovin' you, lovin' you Why would you wanna break up? Do anything for you Why would you wanna break up? See I be driving through your hood Why would you wanna break up? Lovin' you, lovin' you, lovin' you When I'm, when I'm lovin' you, lovin' you Why would you wanna break up? Do anything for you Why would you wanna break up? See I be driving through your hood Why would you wanna break up? [Verse 3: Sean Garrett] You might be from the hood but to me (You're a model) Everything that I had ever seen (In a model) If you leavin' baby, don't leave me ('Til tomorrow) Tonight we gon' get a little tipsy (With a bottle) You gon' get me up, I'm gon' take 'em down I'ma change my ways, we gon' work it out Girl, I wouldn't be the same if you were with somebody else Girl, it wouldn't be the same if I were with somebody else I know I made mistakes before Promise you won't get hurt no more I got what you like and you know Once you lay down, it's on [Chorus: Mario, Sean Garrett & Gucci Mane] Lovin' you, lovin' you, lovin' you When I'm, when I'm lovin' you, lovin' you Why would you wanna break up? Do anything for you Why would you wanna break up? See I be driving through your hood Why would you wanna break up? Lovin' you, lovin' you, lovin' you When I'm, when I'm lovin' you, lovin' you Why would you wanna break up? Do anything for you Why would you wanna break up? See I be driving through your hood (Gucci!) Why would you wanna break up? (Gucci!) [Verse 4: Gucci Mane & Mario] Why you wanna leave me? You should wanna tease me Being icy ain't easy (Burr), I make it look easy (Burr) Used to cop you Bally (Gucci), let you rock Louie (Gucci) Now it's fuck shawty (Shawty), I don't like Gucci (Gucci, Gucci, oh!) [Chorus: Mario & Sean Garrett] Lovin' you, lovin' you, lovin' you When I'm, when I'm lovin' you, lovin' you Why would you wanna break up? Do anything for you Why would you wanna break up? See I be driving through your hood Why would you wanna break up? Lovin' you, lovin' you, lovin' you When I'm, when I'm lovin' you, lovin' you Why would you wanna break up? Do anything for you Why would you wanna break up? See I be driving through your hood Why would you wanna break up? [Outro: Mario] Why would you, break up, break up, break up? Yeah I'm back, baby...

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Quitter Everlast Diss

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Eminem

{D12}

[Part I: Quitter] [Intro 1: Eminem] Yo (Na-na-na, na-na-na, na-na) I dedicate this to you (Hahaha, yo) To all my fans, keeping y'all in health Let's tell this Whitey Ford to go fuck himself 'Cause it's cruel when you cause a bad heart condition and Which I create, 'cause that's my mission So listen close, to what we say Because this type of fag claims to never be gay [Verse 1: Eminem] I knew you was jealous from the day that I met you I upset you, 'cause I get respect, I bet you (What?) I'm even liked better by your niece and nephew (C'mon) And now you hate Fred because Lethal left you (Aw) Peckerwood mad 'cause his record went wood No respect in the hood, fled to his neck of the woods Got in touch with his roots, found the redneck in his blood And said, "Heck, country-western rap records are good" So he picks the guitar up and he strums a few notes He can't rap, or sing, but he wants to do both (Haha) Puts an album out and rules for part of the year Then Kid Rock and Limp Bizkit come from out of nowhere It's the start of an era, rock rap's harder this year No one's tryin' to hear some fucking old fart in a chair Sittin' on stage, strummin' acoustic guitar in your ear So you start to get scared, sit back and spark an idea Figure you can diss me to jump start your career? I punch you in your fucking chest 'til your heart kicks in gear (Bitch) And fuck your underground buddies' nameless crew Like I'mma say they names so they can be famous too [Hook 1: Eminem] You just a quitter and you bitter 'cause I came along And the days of House of Pain are gone And if you talk about my little girl in a song again I'mma kill you, I'mma kill you You just a quitter and you bitter 'cause I came along And the days of House of Pain are gone And if you talk about my little girl in a song again I'mma kill you, I swear to God, I'mma kill you [Verse 2: Eminem] Heart attack to stroke from the crack you smoke To the rap you wrote, your fuckin' answer back's a joke (Please) And I'mma tell these motherfuckin' fans the truth The reason why you dissed me first and I answered you You said I passed you in a lobby and I glanced at you Like I ain't notice you? Bitch, I had a show to do Like I'm supposed to be star-struck, come over to you You better shut your fuckin' mouth while you O-for-two Back in '94, Limp opened the show for you Rocked the crowd better and stole the whole show from you Took your motherfuckin' DJ and stole him too So you fall in a slump and get all emotional So now you sing and mix slang with blues and pluck strings Confused as fuck 'cause now your music sucks dick Mr.-Mr. Ass Kisser to get accepted in rap quicker But never last, and Everlast is a [Hook 1: Eminem] Quitter and you bitter 'cause I came along And the days of House of Pain are gone And if you talk about my little girl in a song again I'mma kill you, I'mma kill you You just a quitter and you bitter 'cause I came along And the days of House of Pain are gone And if you talk about my little girl in a song again I'mma kill you, I swear to God, I'mma kill you [Verse 3: Eminem] A'ight, look (Listen) So this is what we ask of our fans If you ever see Everlast, whoop his ass Hit him with sticks, bricks, rocks, throw shit at him Kick him, spit on him, treat him like a hoe, bitch-slap him Do it for me, do it for Fred, do it for Limp Do it for Rock, do it for rap, do it for Kid Do it for Ice-T, do it just to do it, fuck it He's a bitch, he ain't gon' hit you back, he's nothin' Shit, in five years we'll all be eatin' at Whitey's And he'll be bussin' tables in that bitch, cleanin' the toilets [Interlude 1: Eminem] Ayo, fuck this, cut this shit off Ayo Head (Hold up a minute) That's why I fucked your mother, you fat motherfucker [Part II: Hit 'Em Up (Remix)] [Intro 2: Eminem] Kill Whitey (Hahaha!) Kill Whitey, Detroit (What? What?) Kill Whitey, yo, yo Kill Whitey, haha, look [Verse 4: Eminem] First off, fuck your songs and the shit you say Diss my wife, but at least I got a bitch, you gay You claim to be a Muslim, but you Irish White So fuck you, fat boy, drop the mic, let's fight Plus, I punch you in the chest, weak hearts I rip Whitey Ford, 40 and white, lethargic ass dickhead I keep 'em comin' while you runnin' out of breath Steady duckin' while I'm punchin' at your chest, you need to rest Dilated, go ask your people how I leave ya With your three CDs nobody sees, when they released Evidence, don't fuck around with real MCs You ain't ready for no underground beef, so fuck geeks I let you faggots know it's on for life But Everlast might die tonight, haha! Fat boy murdered on wax and killed Fuck with me and take a heart pill, you know [Hook 2: Eminem] Grab .380s when you see Slim Shady Call the doctor to heal your heart They shocked you back to life at the clinic But you 'bout to get relapsed any minute, honkey, I hit 'em up [Interlude 2: Eminem] Hahaha Yo', check this out You faggots ain't even on my level I'mma let D12 ride on you bitch-made ass faggots [Verse 5: Kon Artis] Yo Get out the way, yo, get out the way, yo Whitey Ford's heart just stopped Eminem shocked him back, he had another heart attack Whitey Ford's gettin his ass floored for talkin' back Little faggot Hamburgular, I show you where the burgers are At your own restaurant, while I'm servin' ya Drop and stomp your whole heart 'til it stops Call the cops, I'mma beat your ass while they watch [Verse 6: Kuniva] Haha Now we got the whole industry makin' fun of you, Erik Where's your House of Pain now? It's only one of you, Erik You a petty coward, you ain't ready to steady go a round With some killers from 7 Mile to the motherfuckin' Belle Isle Bridge [Hook 2: Eminem] Grab .380s when you see Slim Shady Call the doctor to heal your heart They shocked you back to life at the clinic But you 'bout to get relapsed any minute, honkey, I hit 'em up [Verse 7: Eminem] Got in his ass and now this faggot wanna mention me still? This ain't no freestyle battle, Everlast gettin' killed With his chest open Tryna throw a fuckin' punch, but you just chokin' Having a stroke and now you learn why crackers never earned a dime 'Cause you suck, motherfucker, you should learn to rhyme Talkin' about you packin' pistols, but it's funny to me You ain't never been in trouble, you just wanna be me I'm a paleface killer whale On his way to fuckin' prison, pistol whippin' tail Ha, Erik, remember when I passed you in the lobby that day? That shit was obvious, you pro'bly was gay Ha, now it's all about country, you gave up hip-hop Forty-nine-thousand copies the week your shit drop While my sales making records break Two and a half million scanned by the second week Motherfucker, I hit 'em up, haha [Verse 8: Proof & Eminem, Both] I'm from Detroit's Pemberton Ave. where bullets tear you in half (Haha) Fuck the music, we got a Uzi for all you fags Get the shit out of our stereo, Dilated, you violated Now you 'bout to get annihilated, we gon' bury you Iriscience get choked up and yoked up All you underground bitches, get your throats cut [Verse 9: Swifty] What the fuck, is you stupid? I choke Whitey Ford with his fucking guitar cord And stuff him in cardboard, chopped up in a box With sixteen parts, I stomped on his heart D-12, Amityville, fuck your mother while you watch Keep your restaurant locked and block your door 'Cause we hit 'em up like motherfuckin 2Pac Shakur [Verse 10: Eminem] You a Black Jesus, heart attack, seizures Too many cheeseburgers, McDonald's Big Mac greases White devil, washed-up honkey Mixed up cracker who crossed over to country [Outro: Eminem] Yo, ayo cut this shit off (Hahaha) Sheeeit! Fuck him! That's it, I'm done, I promise, I'm done That's it, I'm sorry (No more) I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I promise I just believe in kicking a man while he's down Goddamn! I quit! Mention my daughter's name in a song again, you fucking punk Ayo!

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Smile

rap

Scarface

{2Pac,"Johnny P"}

[Intro: 2Pac] There's gon' be some stuff you gon' see That's gon' make it hard to smile in the future But through whatever you see Through all the rain and the pain You gotta keep your sense of humor You gotta be able to smile through all this bullshit Remember that! Mmm, yeah, keep ya head up! Yeah [Verse 1: 2Pac] Our lifestyles be close-captioned, addicted to fatal attractions Pictures of actions be played back in the midst of mashin' No fairy tales for this young black male Some see me stranded in this land of hell, jail, and crack sales Hustlers hardly think of culture Or the repercussions while bustin' on backstabbin' vultures Sellin' my soul for material wishes, fast cars, and bitches Wishin' I live my life a legend, immortalized in pictures Why shed tears? Save your sympathy My childhood years were spent buryin' my peers in the cemetary Here's a message to the newborns waitin' to breathe If you believe, then you can achieve: just look at me! Against all odds, though life is hard we carry on Livin' in the projects, broke with no lights on To all the seeds that follow me, protect your essence Born with less, but you still precious; just smile for me now! [Hook: Johnny P & (2Pac)] Smile for me, won't you smile? (Smile for me now) Just smile, smile for me (Smile) (What you lookin' all sad for? Nigga, you black, smile for me now) Smile for me (Nigga, you ain't got nothin' to be worried about) Won't you smile? (No doubt, smile for me now) Just smile (And the next generation) [Verse 2: Scarface] Now, as I open up my story, with the blaze of your blunts And you can picture thoughts slowly, up on phrases I wrote And I can walk you through the days that I done I often wish that I could save everyone, but I'm a dreamer Have you ever seen a nigga who was strong in the game Overlookin' his tomorrows, and they finally came? Look back on childhood memories, and I'm still feelin' the pain Turnin' circles in my 9th grade, dealin' cocaine Too many hassles in my local life, survivin' the strain And a man without a focus, life could drive him insane Stuck inside a ghetto fantasy hopin' it change But when I focus on reality we broke and in chains Had a dream of livin' wealthy and makin' it big Over football chose to cook raw, wouldn't take but I did And after all my momma's thankin' God for blessin' the child All my momma gots to do now is collect it and smile; smile! [Hook: Johnny P] Smile for me, won't you smile? Just smile, smile for me Smile for me Won't you smile? Just smile [Verse 3: 2Pac] Fuck the world, as we unloading, witness furious speeds Unanswered questions keep us all stressin', curious G's Backstabbed and bleedin' Crooked thoughts laced with weed, learnin' Duckin' stray shots, bullets be hot, they burnin' Inhale the sherm smoke, visualize the flames Will I be smothered by my own pain? Strange whispers, cowards conversate, so quick to diss us Takin' pictures for the feds in desperate hopes they'd get us Hit us all, give us plenty centuries Forgive my sins, since I entered many penitentiaries The best revenge is "Fuck friends!" – we military minded soldiers Bustin' shots blindly, tryin' to find Jehovah To help me, somebody save me, lost and crazy Scared to drop a seed hopin' I ain't cursed my babies Maybe now niggas feel me now, picture my pain Embrace my words, make the world change And still I smile, nigga [Bridge: Scarface] And now a moment of silence, let us pray And as you journey into outerspace May the angels help to lead the way May the prayers that our families made Shine up on your soul to keep you safe And all the homies that done passed away They there to greet you as you pass the gates And as you headed to the tunnel's light I hope it leads to eternal life We say the prayers for our homie 'Pac [Hook: Johnny P] Smile, smile for me All you need to do is smile Woooo smile for me Come on, smile for me

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ASAP

rap

T.I.

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

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Talk About A Girl

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Charizma & Peanut Butter Wolf

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Errr why what happened? Oh okay Okay okay, I give in You got a friend? Then meet me and my man arooound ten You see I play a Too $hort tape Just to let you tricky little girls know I'm not fake A little anxious school girl get comfty Dim the lights and unplug the phone cause it bugs me I'm wearin' Timbs with a .22 at my waist Apple juice is cold and I'm in the place Sometimes I think about you (*echos*) Sometimes I think about your whole crew I got style, so I relax Knowin' I wanna dive in it, it'll take twenty laps Hop in my mom car and lets take a ride Then maybe you will realize I know she saw me (*echos*)

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I Want It All

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Birdman

{"Lil Wayne","Kevin Rudolf"}

[Birdman - intro] Yea Birdman, always priceless Cash Money, Young Money New money, swagged out Uptown we in the buildin' [Kevin Rudolf - Hook] I want it all,I want it all,I want it all I want it all,I want it all,I want it all I want it all,I want it all,I want it all [Birdman - verse 1] Ride fly always on chrome Birds fly count when we get home Big money in da garbage can New money every time we land Big houses, new cars Uptown,Third Ward On the wall with platinum plaques In the club throwin' hundred stacks She fly, my kind, and I brought her inside She saw the marble floor, poppin' bottles blowin' dro She like just how I live Private jets from Beverly Hills Hundred mills on da platinum floor Hundred mills my son can glow [Hook] [Lil' Wayne - verse 2] I want the world You want the pussy I want the pearl I want the life I want tonight My fruits of labor, I want 'em ripe That's right private flight Money get stacks to the highest height Better get your math and science right But I want the drama .. guided light I-I-I want the hype but I don't believe it I want it all but I know I don't need it Man, I just want what's cool And I want .. you! [Hook] [Birdman - verse 3] Big diamond ring, Yea, yea Diamond face, hundred on 1 streak Everyday do it like it's no sleep 'Round the way, choke cause we got heat Hundred G's in the chopper, new fleet No money never get no time Get money, stay on a nigga mind Priceless strapped on a nigga street Uptown YMCMB Gotta-get-it-fuck-crime-get-money-all-da-time-gotta-know-'bout-me Bird-man .. OG Harley Davis pull up to the sun shine Tattoos blood line on mines Billionaires that's what it 'bout nigga Billionaires we get loud nigga [Hook]

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Stuntin Like My Daddy

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Birdman & Lil Wayne

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[Hook: Lil Wayne & Birdman] Pyong! on the Yamaha, chromed-out eleven-hundred What I'm doing? (Getting money) What we doing? (Getting money) What they doing? (Hating on us) But they never cross (Cash Money still the company and) Bitch I'm the boss And I be stuntin' like my daddy, stuntin' like my daddy Stuntin' like my daddy, I be stuntin' like my daddy I'm the Young Stunna, stuntin' like my daddy Stuntin' like my daddy, I be stuntin' like my daddy [Verse 1: Lil Wayne] Yeah! Bitch, I'm paid, that's all I gotta say Can't see you little niggas—the money in the way, and I'm I'm sitting high, a gangsta ride blades And if you ain't gonna ride fly, then you might as well hate, shit I gotta eat, yeah, even though I ate No, it ain't my birthday, but I got my name on that cake, shit Believe that, and if your mans wan' play Then I'ma fuck around and put that boy's brains on the gate Ayy, pick em up! Fuck em, let em lay Where I'm from, we see a fuckin' dead body every day That's—Uptown! Throw a stack at em Make a song about me, I'm throwing shots back at 'em (Bop-bop) Your bitch on my pipe, she like a crack addict And, she saw me cooking eggs, she thought I was back at it, yeah I grab the keys, "Ho I gotta go" Got my motorcycle jacket and my motorcycle locs [Hook: Lil Wayne & Birdman] Pyong! on the Yamaha, chromed-out eleven-hundred What I'm doing? (Getting money) What we doing? (Getting money) What they doing? (Hating on us) But they never cross (Cash Money still the company and) Bitch I'm the boss And I be stuntin' like my daddy, stuntin' like my daddy Stuntin' like my daddy, I be stuntin' like my daddy I'm the Young Stunna, stuntin' like my daddy Stuntin' like my daddy, I be stuntin' like my daddy [Verse 2: Birdman] Shawty! (Ugh) 98s, 45 paper plates Tint the whole thang, big money heavyweight A hundred stacks, spend 50 on a Caddy 25 on the pinky Bought a pound of blow and bounced back (Bounced back) Matching grills, big houses on the hills Got them hoes in the kitchen All cooking, paying bills (Paying bills) I start to holler, dollar after dollar (Yeah) Flipping chickens, getting tickets Want the money and the power (Money and the power) Born stuntin', Uptown hunter (Yeah) Third Ward G, nigga, been about money (Been about money) Ice chunky, Birdman, red monkeys White Ts on the chromed-out eleven-hundreds You know we shine every summer (Shine) We grind every summer And this is how we spend money (How we spend money) You see them Bentleys and them Lams? Them ounces and them grams? Bitch, we was born hustlas [Hook: Lil Wayne & Birdman] Pyong! on the Yamaha, chromed-out eleven-hundred What I'm doing? (Getting money) What we doing? (Getting money) What they doing? (Hating on us) But they never cross (Cash Money still the company and) Bitch I'm the boss And I be stuntin' like my daddy, stuntin' like my daddy Stuntin' like my daddy, I be stuntin' like my daddy I'm the Young Stunna, stuntin' like my daddy Stuntin' like my daddy, I be stuntin' like my daddy [Verse 3: Lil Wayne] Yeah! When I was 16, I bought my first Mercedes-Benz I must've fucked a thousand bitches and they girlfriends White leather, hot new pair of rims Brand new pistol with a trigger like a hairpin Big work, we don't need a scale, man Big papers: say "Good morning" to the mailman What you know about putting bricks in the spare, man? I can stuff the coupe like a motherfucking caravan I'm in my zone, my form is so rare, man If there's a throne, you looking at the chairman How you want it? Show me my opponent [*Munching noises*] Show me my opponent I'm still ballin', a bullet gotta get me And I never been a pussy 'cause my hood'll never let me, yeah! A made nigga, got made niggas with me I'm a motorcycle boy, so I'm about to park the Bentley [Hook: Lil Wayne & Birdman] Pyong! on the Yamaha, chromed-out eleven-hundred What I'm doing? (Getting money) What we doing? (Getting money) What they doing? (Hating on us) But they never cross (Cash Money still the company and) Bitch I'm the boss And I be stuntin' like my daddy, stuntin' like my daddy Stuntin' like my daddy, I be stuntin' like my daddy I'm the Young Stunna, stuntin' like my daddy Stuntin' like my daddy, I be stuntin' like my daddy [Outro: Lil Wayne] Pyong! on the Yamaha, chromed-out eleven-hundred Pyong! on the Yamaha, chromed-out eleven— Pyong!—Pyong! on the Yamaha, chromed-out eleven-hun— Cash Money still the company, and bitch, I'm the boss Pyong! on the Yamaha, chromed-out eleven-hundred Pyong! on the Yamaha, chromed-out eleven-hundred Pyong!—Pyong! on the Yamaha, chromed-out eleven-hun— Cash Money still the company, and bitch, I'm the boss

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Bossy

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Birdman

{"Jason Derulo"}

[Chorus: Jason Derulo] I love it when she bossy Sexy when she bossy I know I am the boss I kinda like it when she boss me Love it when im bossy Touch me when im bossy She thinks she is the boss She kinda likes it when im Bossy Who da boss? Who da boss? Who da boss? Who da boss? She thinks she in control but ima let her know Who da boss? Who da boss? Who da boss? Who da boss? When we switch roles but I let it be known Im tha boss [Verse 1: Birdman] Yeah sun shinin doin it like this-a-way 5 star doin it like everyday Pick mama up ridin with the paper plates Big houses 20 mills own estates Brought her to my town Showed her my uptown, showed her my uptown Show her whereIstood my ground How we did it how we put it down New money and we blowin straight out the pound To the mall let her do what she do She grind cause she wanna And she hustlin too I do it howIfeel I\'m da boss of my shit About 8, 9 o clock mama cookin my shit [Chorus: Jason Derulo] I love it when she bossy Sexy when she bossy I know I am the boss I kinda like it when she boss me Love it when im bossy Touch me when im bossy She thinks she is the boss She kinda likes it when im Bossy Who da boss? Who da boss? Who da boss? Who da boss? She thinks she in control but ima let her know Who da boss? Who da boss? Who da boss? Who da boss? When we switch roles but I let it be known Im tha boss [Verse 2: Birdman] When you see baby girl nigga rockin red Best believe that she doin it for a nigga (Let it be known, I'm tha boss) Tear drop on her hand just like her man 14 tear drops nigga im the man Stand my ground do mines uptown Get it howIlive nigga show em howIput it down WhenIsee her on TV cuz It be like thats my blood (yeah) Cause she rep me thoroughly Uptown nigga hold me down thoroughly (Yeah) (Love it when im bossy) (Touch me when im bossy) (She thinks she is the boss) And she fuck me patiently And I love how she work me [Chorus: Jason Derulo] I love it when she bossy Sexy when she bossy I know I am the boss I kinda like it when she boss me Love it when im bossy Touch me when im bossy She thinks she is the boss She kinda likes it when im Bossy Who da boss? Who da boss? Who da boss? Who da boss? She thinks she in control but ima let her know Who da boss? Who da boss? Who da boss? Who da boss? When we switch roles but I let it be known Im tha boss [Verse 3: Birdman] So im back in my hood in the neck of my woods 5 star you know im good (Let it be known, I'm tha boss) 5 star im out my hood Put in work lil daddy so you know its good Mama love my style I can't do it though Been through a whole bunch of yall solo You know its all good like I give it up Gave it up, Got it up Now im still standin up I got me somethin in the plan though Money in the hand doing it so Brando Bring her to an island let her piece it out Loving my gangster tatted out [Chorus: Jason Derulo] I love it when she bossy Sexy when she bossy I know I am the boss I kinda like it when she boss me Love it when im bossy Touch me when im bossy She thinks she is the boss She kinda likes it when im Bossy Who da boss? Who da boss? Who da boss? Who da boss? She thinks she in control but ima let her know Who da boss? Who da boss? Who da boss? Who da boss? When we switch roles but I let it be known Im tha boss

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I Stay Fly

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Drake

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[Hook] I'm still fly I'm sky high and I dare anybody to try and cut my wings I'm still pullin' out the phantom and these haters can't stand em Nigga I'm still doin my thing I'm still fly I'm sky high and I dare anybody to try and cut my wings I'm still shuttin' cities down every time I come around Nigga I'm still doin' my thing I'm still… [Verse 1] Clean in this bitch I'm feelin' myself goddamn a nigga rich And every time I touch it guaranteed to be hit And when them checks come guaranteed to be a split I'm flyer then an invitation Like I'm the information Toronto's been waiting and I'm glad ya'll been waiting patient But I'm here now these niggas is old news I mix cocaine powder with the pro tools (Whip it) Yeah crack that's just how I double back Europeako jeans bleeding on them white air max And these niggas keep asking me when you gon' drop Why the fuck you keep harassing me when's that gon' stop I guess its when my albums selling in the stores And they sayin' damn I use to know the boy Now I barely see em And the little kids wanna be him He a star now look up you'll probably see him Hook I'm still fly I'm sky high and I dare anybody to try and cut my wings I'm still pullin' out the phantom and these haters can't stand em Nigga I'm Still doin my thing I'm still fly I'm sky high and I dare anybody to try and cut my wings I'm still shuttin' cities down every time I come around Nigga I'm still doin' my thing I'm still… [Verse 2: Page] Fly as I wanna be kush in the air I get high as I wanna be S550 navigatin' where I gonna be P.A.G. mother fucker don't forget the E Rep T dot till they bury me Automare the wrist red diamonds in the necklace Been getting' checks while you rappers stay checkless Real street nigga feel free to do a checklist They don't really make em like me Had to give you a second to breathe Nigga ballin' still a hobby and I do that with ease I'm bout to catch pneumonia because my neck stay freeze I'm in the west indies A 100 grand on a cheap white tee I'm the man in my city they demand at me Nigga I rep for my city like a football team I'm fly like the New York Jets be In a G5 two nines on me like Wayne Gretzky

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Never Too Much Money

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Gucci Mane

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[Intro] Yeah Listen to this track, bitch! Brrr! Yeah, ah-yeah boy Yeah, ah-yeah boy Listen to this track, bitch! Ah-yeah boy [Chorus] I can't stop, I won't stop, I keep getting money Never too much, never too much money I woke up ballin', and I went to sleep stuntin' Never too much, never too much money I can't stop, I won't stop, I keep getting money Never too much, never too much money I woke up ballin', and I went to sleep stuntin' Never too much, never too much money [Verse 1] Hundreds, small-face, big-face, hundreds Not a ball player but got baseball money Grand slam, home run, Gucci Mane coming Drumma Boy on the track, too much money Never too much, never too much money G4, Gucci Mane traveling cross-country Never too much, never too much ice You'll never see another watch like this in your life And it's never too much, never too many whips With the Britney Spears guts and the Fantasia lips Offset Asanti's with the Fantasia lips Dually truck, shawty, with Alicia Keys hips [Chorus] I can't stop, I won't stop, I keep getting money Never too much, never too much money I woke up ballin', and I went to sleep stuntin' Never too much, never too much money I can't stop, I won't stop, I keep getting money Never too much, never too much money I woke up ballin', and I went to sleep stuntin' Never too much, never too much money [Verse 2] Hah! I make it rain on Rihanna Rain so much she had to get an umbrella Need a Beyonce to drank what I drank If you freaky like Lil Kim, then you think like I think Hah! Do you see what I see? Tell BET Rocsi need to get mean Swagger through the club looking just like money My little boy one, but his shoes 400 With tax, better yet, 450 Gucci all red, so he's shittin' on the infants He shittin' on the infants, Gucci all red, man, these shoes 450 [Chorus] I can't stop, I won't stop, I keep getting money Never too much, never too much money I woke up ballin', and I went to sleep stuntin' Never too much, never too much money I can't stop, I won't stop, I keep getting money Never too much, never too much money I woke up ballin', and I went to sleep stuntin' Never too much, never too much money Gucci! [Verse 3] I'm ballin' like the Mavericks with all this money 40,000 - all hundreds - made it last Saturday Made it rain on a Hawks player last Monday Dropped 40 points, sold him like it wasn't nothing Indiana Pacers, Marquis Daniels Did a feature with me, gave me 40,000 cash man Man..man, I feel like Strahan Just won the Super Bowl, trap going mayhem Never too much, Gucci gonna show up Drumma Boy and Gucci Mane, shawty fit'na blow up I mean shawty fit'na to blow me down 40 goons with me. Why they here? Just to hold me down [Chorus] I can't stop, I won't stop, I keep getting money Never too much, never too much money I woke up ballin', and I went to sleep stuntin' Never too much, never too much money I can't stop, I won't stop, I keep getting money Never too much, never too much money I woke up ballin', and I went to sleep stuntin' Never too much, never too much money [Outro] Listen to this track, bitch! Huh, ah-yeah, boy, ah-yeah Ah-yeah, boy, ah-yeah Ah-yeah

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Any Man Fucking Crazy

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Eminem

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[Produced by Mr. Walt of Da Beatminerz] [Verse 1] Hi! Original Bad Boy on the case, cover your face Came in the place, blowed, and sprayed Puffy with mace I laced the weed with insect repellent, better check to smell it Eminem starts with E, better check the spellin' With a capital, somebody grab me a Snapple I got an aspirin capsule trapped in my Adam's apple Somebody dropped me on my head, and I'm for sure That my mother did it, but the bitch won't admit it was her I slit her stomach open with a scalpel when she was six months And said "I'm ready now, bitch! Ain't you feelin' these kicks, cunt?" The world ain't ready for me yet, I can tell I'll probably have a cell next to the furnace in Hell I'm sicker than sperm cells with syphilis germs And I'm hotter than my dick is when I piss and it burns (Pssss! Ow!) I kick you in the tummy until you sick to your stomach And vomit so much blood that your clothes stick to you from it Hit you in the head with a brick 'til you plummet If y'all don't like me, you can suck my dick 'til you numb it And all that gibberish you was spittin', you need to kill it ‘Cause your style is like dying in my sleep; I don't feel it [Hook] ‘Cause any man who would jump in front of a minivan For twenty grand, a bottle of pain pills, and a minithin Is fuckin' crazy – you hear me? Huh? Is fuckin' crazy – hello, hi! ‘Cause any man who would jump in front of a minivan For twenty grand, a bottle of pain pills and a minithin Is fuckin' crazy – do you hear me? Is fuckin' crazy [Verse 2] I'm ice-grillin' you, starin' you down with a gremlin grin I'm Eminem, you're a fag in a women's gym I'm Slim, the "Shady" is really a fake alias To save me with in case I get chased by space aliens A brainiac, with a cranium packed Full of more uranium than a maniac Saudi Arabian A highly combustible head Spasmatic, strapped to a Craftmatic adjustable bed Laid up in the hospital in critical condition I flatlined, jumped up, and ran from the mortician High speed, IV full of Thai weed Lookin' Chinese with my knees stuck together like Siamese Twins, joined at the groin like lesbians (Uh) Pins and needles, hypodermic needles and pens I hope God forgives me for my sins It probably all depends on if I keep on killin' my girlfriends [Hook] ‘Cause any man who would jump in front of a minivan For twenty grand, a bottle of pain pills, and a minithin Is fuckin' crazy – you hear me? Ha? Is fuckin' crazy – listen ‘Cause any man who would jump in front of a minivan For twenty grand, a bottle of pain pills and a minithin Is fuckin' crazy – do you hear me? Is fuckin' crazy [Verse 3] Last night, I O.D.'d on rush, mushrooms and dust And got rushed to the hospital to get my system flushed (Shucks!) I'm an alcoholic, and that's all I can say I call in at work, ‘cause all I do is frolic and play I swallow grenades, and take about a bottle a day Of Tylenol 3, and talk about how violent I'll be (RRARRRRH) Give me eleven Excedrin, my head'll spin Medicine'll get me revvin' like a 747 jet engine Scratched my balls 'til I shred the skin "Doctor, check this rash! Look how red it's been!" "It's probably AIDS!" "Forget it then." I strike a still pose and hit you with some ill flows That don't even make sense, like dykes using dildos So reach in your billfolds for ten ducats And pick up this Slim Shady shit that's on Rawkus "Somethin', somethin', somethin', somethin', I get weeded." My daughter scribbled over that rhyme, I couldn't read it [Hook] ‘Cause any man who would jump in front of a minivan For twenty grand, a bottle of pain pills, and a minithin Is fuckin' crazy – you hear me? Ha? Is fuckin' crazy – hello?! ‘Cause any man who would jump in front of a minivan For twenty grand, a bottle of pain pills and a minithin Is fuckin' crazy – do you hear me? Is fuckin' crazy [Outro] Hi, something's not right I'm sorry, I'm mentally retarded Slim Shady, I think that's my name Rawkus Records, fuckin' crazy Do you hear us? We're fuckin' crazy! All of us! Hi… bye… goodnight, somethin'

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Whip It Like a Slave

rap

Lil Wayne

{"Boo Rossini"}

[Hook:] Wake up in the morning take a shit shower shave Stand over the stove and whip it like a slave I whip it like a slave Whip it like a slave Stand over the stove and then I whip it like a slave [Repeat] [Verse 1 - Boo Rossini:] B double O, Ohhhhh In that coupe like don't whip me no more Look how I whip it ohhhh, called child abuse Let 'em out the cage, grilled chick filets Pyrex looking like a glass of lemonade Snow white, no dwarfs, just snow flakes Stainless steel stove match the microwave Metallic lambo, inside suede Program to get it, I run off double A's I whip it like I I whip it like I I whip it like Joe Jackson used to whip Mike I whip it like Penny got it on Good Times Sunrise cook them yams up sunny side [Bridge:] Whip it like a slave Whip it like a slave Stand over the stove and whip it like a slave [Boo Rossini:] I'm talking 36 ounces Treat 'em like Chris Brown Enough bricks I can build a townhouse [Hook] [Verse 2 - Lil Wayne] Okay new day new yay Then I whip it like Kunta Kinte I'm talking sugar talking dough like a beignet I take a brick karate chop it like a sensei Haha, I does it the YM way A bunch of drugs, bunch of money, bunch of templates Bunch of ice, bunch of guns, bunch of switchblades Fuck with my bunch of bunch of niggas up in his face Check my pockets more money than lint Check my kitchen every spoon in there bent Check my dishes residue like a bitch Big boy weight my residue like half a brick [Hook] [Lil Wayne:] I'm talking 36 ounces Building snow mountains More bricks than 24 houses [Hook]

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Ghetto Rich Remix 1

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Rich Boy

{"Lil Wayne",Nas,"John Legend"}

[Verse 1 - Rich Boy] Let me take you through my hood where I was born and raised Where niggas tote semi-automatics, busting them K's Heavy guns and dope funds and raids by the police Still getting pulled over and asked by the police 'Bama wasn't made for a nigga to win See the color of your skin get you put in the pen It's real life, over dice, Dwayne dead and gone Sending niggas to the pen or the funeral home I be feeling like the Lord will never answer me back So I'm holding on my gat just in case they attack Bullet holes in your house will make it hard to sleep You see the fiends on the street want the hard for cheap A lot of niggas doing life from undercovers and fake friends It's real how them penitentiary bars'll break men Niggas doing life from undercovers and fake friends It's real how them penitentiary bars'll break men [Hook - John Legend] It's where you live, it's where you play It's where you learn your favorite slang Your world is ghetto It's where I live; it's where I'm from It's where you had to tote your gun Your world is ghetto [Verse 2 - Lil Wayne] I could never win an Oscar cause I don't know how to act Saw my first million dollars and I ain't know how to act Then the second million came, then more came after that Then more came after that, hurricane after that Damn! And y'all saw the aftermath And in my hood we don't front, so I do give back When you see a hood nigga you gotta tilt your hat And since I'm a hood nigga, I do just that OGs used to tell me: "You just rap Lil' nigga all you need to do is rap" And just when I thought I was gon' do just that Poppa was a Rolling Stone and them stones was crack Fuck being like Mike I wanna be like pop Then I picked up a mic I wanna be like 'Pac Please put down the pipe you don't need that rock Please put up a fight for the kids that watch Us in the spotlight and then they mock But caskets get closed and then they drop And cases get closed and they are dropped 'Cause no one knows and nobody got Any out no N-O, that they better not Three words to a witness: they get shot Let me tell you what this is, this is the block Always talk to God, never listen to cops [Hook] [Verse 3 - Nas] It's cool to love to win but it's better to hate to lose There's only one Nas 'bout a hundred thousand yous You lose money chasing women, never lose women chasing money Niggas is broke plus the wolves is hungry Morgues full of dead niggas who was taking money Morgues full of niggas with the last shit they ate in stomach Spinach and steak. GORE-TEX boot prints still on his face It's still on his face when we visit his wake Whatever's undone I'd do it, fight against a whole army One gun I'll use it, some Sun Tzu shit Creeping on ya like walking pneumonia You're far from opponents; we could spar for the moments I stay in deceitful conversations with creeps with foul natures Attempted murders trials, the basics Threatening the witnesses and relatives of dead victims It's the shit we live, uh Queensbridge thug matrimony, clap a phony Bullets even hit a cracker in his Abercrombie Psychoanalyst was asking me what happened to me? See the yak got to me, then the gat got to me Then the homies on the block with the stacks of money Then these beautiful bitches was bending backwards for me Then lames put the rap game in a casket slowly Man I don't give a fuck, this is rap to me

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Bricks

rap

Gucci Mane

{"Yo Gotti","Yung Ralph"}

[Intro: Yo Gotti] It's your boy Yo Gotti, yeah Gucci Mane La Flare My nigga Ralph in here Zaytoven on the beat, nigga And it's a street nigga holiday My nigga DJ Holiday, yeah [Chorus: Gucci Mane] Bricks, all-white bricks Off-white bricks, light-tan bricks Just hit a lick for fifty more bricks Balling like a bitch with all these bricks Bricks, thirty-six zips That's a whole chick, want a bad bitch? Gotta have bricks, yeah, that makes sense Yeah, I make hits, but I still take bricks [Verse 1: Gucci Mane] So Icy CEO, I'm a fool with the snow They think I'm putting VVS jewels in the coke My watch a cool hundred, paint-job a cold twenty And after this flip, I'm quitting the trap cold-turkey Psych, the pack in and I'm working Drought season in, charged your ass a whole thirty But right now you can get it for a low number The fish scale white, same color my Hummer Zone 6 polar bears never see summer It's winter all year cause the birds fly under 95 Air Max cause I'm a dope runner I'm ballin' like an athlete but got no jumper [Chorus: Gucci Mane] It's bricks, all-white bricks Off-white bricks, light-tan bricks Just hit a lick for fifty more bricks Balling like a bitch with all these bricks Bricks, thirty-six zips That's a whole chick, want a bad bitch? Gotta have bricks, yeah, that makes sense Yeah, I make hits, but I still take bricks [Verse 2: Young Ralph] I'm like a waitress in the trap, I've got something to serve That's sixteen bars, same price for a bird What you need, a bird? Or a couple pounds? I'm on Cleveland Ave, you know my side of town So many bricks I can build my own apartment You better have a check when you come in my department Yes, I break 'em down and I sell 'em whole Try me, watch your whole crew fall like some dominoes I got a trap house and a trap car A hundred thousand off a cap, that's a trap star All this smoke got me feeling real nauseous Riding with them bricks got me feeling real cautious [Chorus: Gucci Mane] Bricks, all-white bricks Off-white bricks, light-tan bricks Just hit a lick for fifty more bricks Balling like a bitch with all these bricks Bricks, thirty-six zips That's a whole chick, want a bad bitch? Gotta have bricks, yeah, that makes sense Yeah, I make hits, but I still take bricks [Verse 3: Yo Gotti] Tony Montana, all I have in this world Is my hundred-round chopper and my white girl Oil-based bricks, shit hard to cook Call the plug back, tell him he got took Know what that mean? This shit free That means none for him and more for me I took something, I'm gutter, bitch Don't trust me dawg, this that North Memphis shit Old school, new Porsche Couple choppers just in case they wanna go to war Bricks, AKA my best friend Twenty-eight inch rims, call 'em grown men Dope stepped on, call it step-child I got that Slim Shady, we call it 8 Mile I'm from North Memphis, Watkins and Brown Gotti Street and nigga, that's my brick house [Chorus: Gucci Mane] Bricks, all-white bricks Off-white bricks, light-tan bricks Just hit a lick for fifty more bricks Balling like a bitch with all these bricks Bricks, thirty-six zips That's a whole chick, want a bad bitch? Gotta have bricks, yeah, that makes sense Yeah, I make hits, but I still take bricks

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Im Raw

rap

Fabolous

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[Intro] Yeah! (Raw, raw, raw, raw) Hahaha (Raw, raw, raw, raw) I got you (Raw, raw, raw, raw) R.I.P. to the competition, yeah (Raw, raw, raw, raw) Split these niggas to the raw meat [Verse] Bitch, I'm raw! So you hearing that any nigga out-cook me (What?) As suspect as R. Kelly with Girl Scout cookies (Hahaha) When you're talking to a pro, watch your mouth, rookie (Watch your mouth) Go in your shit, have your teeth playing mouth hooky (Nice!) You niggas must have heard me wrong I blame them horses when I turn that Porsche Turb-y on (Vroom-vroom!) My engine getting its Kentucky Derby on Seats is brunette (What else?), paint is dirty blonde (Woo!) Speaking of dirty blonde, say "Hi" to Curvy Don (Sup, doll?) Fergie jawn with the body movement of a turbillon I just watch her, it’s been a hectic year So I sit and get fried, call the weed "electric chair" But y’all on Death Row, one request left (Bet) You're looking for your girl? Oh, she just left (Tahaha) Her and my dick just became BFFs Then I threw her out like Jazzy J-E-F-F I’m raw-dog, y’all safe sex You dicks belong in latex, not tape decks (Haha) You can’t see me; neither can the flunkies under you (No) My shit bananas, like a monkey number-two (That's the shit) I’m bigger than tha— more like gorilla, though Nickname: "Funeral" (Uh-huh)—got that from this killer flow (Uh-huh) Everyhing's still a go (Yeah), my pockets be extra fat (Yeah) Big money on deck, like A-Rod's next to bat Shit, somebody contact the tabloids I’m a big deal like a contract from Bad Boy Yeah, it’s all good baby, baby! My swag plays a big part, so it’s all gravy We hit the club like Nino and the CMB (Yeah) Pretty mixed bitch: I just call her "PMB" (Yeah) Watch your step, baby, getting out that GMC (Woo!) You bust your ass, girl, we both gon' be on TMZ (Woo!) Don’t be shy—let them cameras expose you (Know why?) The worst that can happen is I Amber Rose you (What else?) People running up like, "Damn, I knows you! Hey, ain’t you...?" Yeah, I am that bitch Six feet deep, nigga—yeah, I am that ditch (Ugh) Throw it in the bag in a recession—I am that rich (Ugh!) I’m under close watch, niggas got binoculars I ain’t what's popping, bitch; I’m what’s popular If I’m the one to go at, nigga, what’s stopping you? I call my gun "Nadia," and I be finger-popping her Keep that bitch cumming, like, "Blocka, blocka" Go to your head like a shot of vodka Rock a sick fit—call a doctor, partner You'd think I had a Gucci deal: Waka Flocka Yeah, I'm too fucking raw (What you say?) Yeah, you heard me—I'm too fucking raw [Outro] (Raw, raw, raw, raw) Funeral (Raw, raw, raw, raw) (Raw, raw, raw) (Raw, raw, raw, raw) (Raw, raw, raw)

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When to Stand Up

rap

DJ Jazzy Jeff

{Eminem,"Pauly Yams"}

(scratched) (3X): "No...you hear me! You go to hell" -> Mr. Garrison [Eminem] Yo At birth I was born with the biggest middle finger on earth The first time I went to stick it up the shit hurt Mom couldn't take me, the bitch still hates me Shit, one day she said, "Go rake leaves," I said, "Make me!" I'm proud to announce I'm probably the first kid Who was kicked out of his house for making fart sounds with his mouth Arguing with me and mom was on-going She called the law enforcement when I broke the lawn mower The slut gave me a truck when I turned sixteen I went to start it and it screamed, "Please fix me!" Back then, when Will Smith was still the Fresh Prince And him and Jeff were still best friends, I guess then's When I decided to cut class to rap full time And get the fuck outta this fake ass school and rhyme So anybody who thinks this fuckin attitude is a gimmick Come and see me, see if I don't live up to this image You fucking prick! (scratched) (4X): "No...you hear me! You go to hell!" [Pauly Yams] Yo, y'all rappers have never learned That's why I'm fuckin wit y'all Run around telling niggas they can fuck wit Parl I bring it to your high school, smoke the prom Put your brother in a headlock, choke your mom Cause any horror like a play off loss in game seven Walk around ripping on niggas madder than James Evans My left hand's sharp it moves freestyle ultra Slap my dick like Kool Keith Fuck like you stole from me, and rules the streets I don't wanna have to fuck you up, so cool cease Parl Yams be the chosen thug What I spit be cold juice like a frozen hug Run the streets while you're stuck at home My temper like Bushwick Bill, bitch leave me the fuck alone I've been jealous since niggas was windmillin' These cats just started to rhyme, my pen's spillin' Your moms just told me to act, I've been wheelin' So boy just slow your deck, i've been stealin' I wet rappers cause it's me and Em I guess I just ain't give a fuck like Eminem Burglarize take busts with the slugs Come in your window like Bruh Man and bustin' your club Put the heat up I teach them niggas what to suck And my young lords, when to stand up and light the Dutch (scratched) (4X): "No...you hear me! You go to hell!" [Eminem] I came to my last show on a horse swingin' a lasso Drunk with the asshole ripped out of an old bathrobe Cause I don't give a fuck, you better understand that Two Xanax, and I give a fuck what I SoundScan at Fuck Billboard, drugs is what I kill for I'm Happy Gilmore, just slip me anything in pill form I may mingle but I plan to stay single Play bingo and drink, get old and watch my face wrinkle Sike, I'm 24 Thursday; six more birthdays And I'm blowin my brains out when I'm thirty As long as my heart beats I'mma keep tryin to see How much speed I can eat before I fall the fuck asleep So "I'm the Rapper, He's the DJ" I'm the one that's got your six year old nephew screaming "F-U-C-K" So Jeff, give me a scratch (scratched: "No!") The rest of y'all can kiss my ass 'til your lips stick to my pants (scratched) (5X): "No...you hear me! You go to hell!"

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Who Could Fuck Wit Me

rap

J.R. Writer

{}

[Hook] Who could fuck with me? Who could fuck with me? What you schmucks don't see I'm a fucking G Who could fuck with me? It's a couple ki's when I come to re where the hustlers be Who could fuck with me? [Verse 1] Who could fuck with me? Who could fuck with me? You could fuck with me? What, you puff some D or you stuck on E? Who the fuck you be? You get dumped for free in the garbage bag When I spark and blast I could call your ass Pinocchio When I carve your ass with the Harlem swag Every rhyme is piff, line-for-line I'm sick Never mind my wrist, or my shines they gliss You don't shine like this or rhyme like this, in designer fits Them designs you pick, they come to me for designer tips I'm beyond this shit -- who you trying to diss? I'm on a fast pace, you dudes in the last place Eminem at the MTV Awards -- you's an ass face You don't stack cake -- the cheddar's never on you Since you think you that great, I just got one question for you [Hook] [Verse 2] Who could fuck with me? Who could fuck with me? I'm the one you see when you come to re What you want? Some ki's or a couple P's? What the fuck you need? Nigga, hurry up 'fore I burn it up You gon' murder what? I could hear you clear, but I turn it up You ain't heard of us? Better get some advice 'fore we end you tonight, little nigga It's like with the booth in the bathroom -- I'm the shit with the mic Get the pen and I write cause I'm lyrically nice You gon' get me for ice? Pull that llama out, we will stomp you out Get a kick and alike when we kick you with Nikes I'm the sickening type, with a pen from the Heights I'm Dominican, right? Call me Rafer Alston, how I skip with the white What you think it was like? You ain't think I was nice? Don't be thinking polite I'm a fucking G What you chumps don't see Who could fuck with me?

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Bird Call

rap

J.R. Writer

{"Cam\\'ron","Lil Wayne"}

[Hook: J.R. Writer] To all my hustlers, rock smugglers, strugglers Block bubblers, pushers, cookers, pot jugglers Whats the word y'all, flip that herb, raw Clap, that's the byrd call If the cops are coming, get to hop and running Quick and drop that onion, ain't no stopping, young'un Put away that herb, raw, let us know the word or Clap, that's the byrd call [Verse 1: J.R. Writer] I still be where the weed flip, in the P's with the trees lit So much water in the order, it's just leaving them seasick With a ski in my V6, trying to skeet on a b lips Down low, like I'm trying to keep her a secret Act wrong, chrome, passing me dome Next minute -- shit, I'm finished; she'll be flagging it home But I always keep a straggler that's known to bone And run through a lap faster than Marion Jones Man listen, I still got them grams flipping, tan pitching Corner to the damn kitchen Gained a couple fans, had to make a transition But I'm still in the hood like a transmission No cat can match me, I'm passing fastly -- who's half as nasty? I got it locked from here all the way to Cak-a-lacky But keep a Mac for Scrappy, thinking its just laffy taffy Shit, this beat'll be the only thing clapping at me [Hook: J.R. Writer] To all my hustlers, rock smugglers, strugglers Block bubblers, pushers, cookers, pot jugglers Whats the word y'all, flip that herb, raw Clap, that's the byrd call If the cops are coming, get to hop and running Quick and drop that onion, ain't no stopping, young'un Put away that herb, raw, let us know the word or Clap, that's the byrd call [Verse 2: Lil' Wayne] Birdman J.R. and J.R., pigeons know who they are Niggas gotta pay off, snitches know to say y'all If chickens on the radar, I’m at it Cause I get it on my day off, ain't nothing like getting weight off Scrape off the plates, shake off the flakes Bag that and make all the cake I gotta lay off, the way y'all hate me like I’m Adolf But y'all can't see me: Ray Charles I steal whores, I’ll probably take yours Because you peel off and I take off Give me no space; whatever I want I takes Whatever I need I bleed and succeed Bitch nigga, don’t breathe on the weed I’m fucking with them birds without feeding them seeds That’s creed, you don’t know about it Full clip how I go about it, full body Hard body, I’m like "God got 'im" [Hook: J.R. Writer] To all my hustlers, rock smugglers, strugglers Block bubblers, pushers, cookers, pot jugglers Whats the word y'all, flip that herb, raw Clap, that's the byrd call If the cops are coming, get to hop and running Quick and drop that onion, ain't no stopping, young'un Put away that herb, raw, let us know the word or Clap, that's the byrd call [Verse 3: Cam'ron] "Damn, homie In high school you was the man, homie" That's what a fan told me, shit Same old cat, get his Kangol clapped Brains blown back; dissing Dame, Dame don't rap Shame on black, the game's so whack Dame sonned you children From in front of your building right to a hundred million G'head pimp it, pimping; g'head act up, doggy Get your limp on, pimping; if they acting froggy Tell 'em back up off me; I come down, clap the forty cal That's a badder story, not in my category Mess around, Dame held Def Jam down Pardon my back, jacking and the left hand pounds Redneck found, Tec Tec pound Duck duck goose, pump pump shoot Shoot, lets get down It may seem petty, but we all turn mean deadly For green-fetti, my whole team ready [Hook: J.R. Writer] To all my hustlers, rock smugglers, strugglers Block bubblers, pushers, cookers, pot jugglers Whats the word y'all, flip that herb, raw Clap, that's the byrd call If the cops are coming, get to hop and running Quick and drop that onion, ain't no stopping, young'un Put away that herb, raw, let us know the word or Clap, that's the byrd call [Verse 4: J.R. Writer] This ain't only bars and tracks, this is for the hardest cats Flipping all the hard in back, make them catch a heart attack When you see the narcs attack, let me know Start to clap, clap, clap A star with a deal, Chopard be on chill The car is DeVille, it's real ill, heart in the grill It's foreign, my nills Cruise the city with the semi or the celly On skinnies like I'm starving my wheels

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Airplanes

rap

B.o.B

{"Hayley Williams"}

[Intro: Hayley Williams] Can we pretend that airplanes In the night sky are like shooting stars? I could really use a wish right now Wish right now, wish right now Can we pretend that airplanes In the night sky are like shooting stars? I could really use a wish right now Wish right now, wish right now [Verse 1: B.o.B] Yeah, I could use a dream or a genie or a wish To go back to a place much simpler than this 'Cause after all the partyin' and smashin' and crashin' And all the glitz and the glam and the fashion And all the pandemonium and all the madness There comes a time where you fade to the blackness And when you starin' at that phone in your lap And you hopin' but them people never call you back But that's just how the story unfolds You get another hand soon after you fold And when your plans unravel in the sand What would you wish for if you had one chance? So airplane, airplane, sorry I'm late I'm on my way, so don't close that gate If I don't make that, then I'll switch my flight And I'll be right back at it by the end of the night [Chorus: Hayley Williams, B.o.B, Both] Can we pretend that airplanes In the night sky are like shooting stars? (shooting stars) I could really use a wish right now Wish right now, wish right now Can we pretend that airplanes In the night sky are like shooting stars? (shooting stars) I could really use a wish right now Wish right now, wish right now [Verse 2: B.o.B] Yeah, yeah, somebody take me back to the days Before this was a job, before I got paid Before it ever mattered what I had in my bank Yeah, back when I was tryna get a tip at Subway And back when I was rappin' for the hell of it But nowadays we rappin' to stay relevant I'm guessin' that if we can make some wishes out of airplanes Then maybe, oh maybe, I'll go back to the days Before the politics that we call the rap game And back when ain't nobody listened to my mixtape And back before I tried to cover up my slang But this is for Decatur—what's up, Bobby Ray? So can I get a wish to end the politics? And get back to the music that started this shit? So here I stand and then again I say I'm hopin' we can make some wishes out of airplanes [Chorus: Hayley Williams, B.o.B, Both] Can we pretend that airplanes In the night sky are like shooting stars? (shooting stars) I could really use a wish right now Wish right now, wish right now Can we pretend that airplanes In the night sky are like shooting stars? (shooting stars) I could really use a wish right now Wish right now, wish right now [Outro: B.o.B, Hayley Williams] I could really use a wish right now (Woah-oh-oh-oh) I, I, I could really use a wish right now (Mmm-mm-mm-mm) Like, like, like shooting stars (Ahh-ah-ah-ah) I, I, I could really use a wish right now (Ah-ah-ah-ah) A wish, a wish right now

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Pay Homage

rap

J.R. Writer

{"40 Cal"}

[Verse 1 - 40 Cal] You see, my money like a baker's shop That's why I make the powder blow First I get "papi" bread, then I make sour dough You still pump-a-nickel, move every hour: slow My work so powerful. Your money ours, bro Ain't no bagel jokes, but for butter I be raisin' toast Like a bread truck I keep the latest loafs I serve beef, grab pounds and squeeze Get sick with the 40, call it "Mad Cal Disease" My niggas get down for cheese and felony raps Ya'll niggas hamsters: really can't tell if they rats But you call em turtles when the shell in they back I play 8Ball from Menace, I can help you with that Then I'm back to melt the track soon as the vanilla crack 2-door NSX: that's a selfish Ac' Mack to your pelvis, black, I put you where Elvis sat Walk in pawn shops when I take your chain and sell it back [Hook] (It's the Dip-dip-d-d-d-dip-Dipset!) You guys are not a threat, pay homage to the best (Dip-dip-d-d-d-dip-Dipset!) We got the streets owned, you cannot compete, holmes (It's the Dip-dip-d-d-d-dip-Dipset!) Any problems it's a wrap, we put Harlem on the map (Dip-dip-d-d-d-dip-Dipset!) You now rockin' with the best, pay homage to the Set [Verse 2 - J.R. Writer] Listen: I'm 'bout flipping, but if the slouch tripping I put some scratch on his head like his scalp's itching Dig it: JR is hot. Whippin': the car is drop Barbies watch the dealer. Admit it: I'm hard to top Hater, I'm back. Face it: you're whack JR is crack, the same thing they place in a pack I stay in the trap So, no, you won't hear "808" when I put some damn bass on a track I bring the fiends out, give them niggas what they need I don't see droughts, it is figures what I see Bring them ki's out to the middle of the P's No matter the temperature degree Rain, sleet, snow, I'm pitching em for sheez Peel bricks, you'll have to go to Switzerland for these I get them off the greez, it's easy to the beast You should bow down the next time you see me in the streets!

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Heart of a Lion Kid Cudi Theme Music

rap

Kid Cudi

{}

[Verse 1] Please save a kid that needs some help And I can't begin to think of anything that could help But the weed is guaranteed, indeed, just what I need How I feel, upon a time, so recent in time, made me sad When I recollect how it used to be Like David and Goliath, kinda like me And the Devil tryna rip out my soul Tryna catch a nigga on sleep, no-no You can try again and I'll be ready Won't let you kill me in my dream like Freddy Krueger No, I'm not no loser, I'll see you in Hell [Chorus] At the end of the day, day My mama told me don't let no one break me, let no one break me (Yeah, yeah, yeah, no) At the end of the day, day Nobody, nobody ever could stop me, ever could stop me (Yeah, yeah, no) At the end of the day, day You can't regret it if you were trying, if you were trying (Yeah, yeah, no) At the end of the day, day I'm walking with a heart of a lion, yeah [Verse 2] Please save a kid that needs some help And I can't see ahead of me so I move in stealth Hide and seek within a dream, I seem to glide above my horror Though I feel I'll never be complete inside the dark I borrow To proceed and remain intact, my mental is so unstable And they talk and judge a man They have no clue of what I'm capable 'Til I show a side of me no one had thought could be within I told you, no I'm not a loser, I'll see you in Hell [Chorus] At the end of the day, day My mama told me don't let no one break me, let no one break me (Yeah, yeah, yeah, no) At the end of the day, day Nobody, nobody ever could stop me, ever could stop me (Yeah, yeah, no) At the end of the day, day You can't regret it if you were trying, if you were trying (Yeah, yeah, no) At the end of the day, day I'm walking with a heart of a lion, yeah [Bridge] No, no, no, no, no, no, no The heart of a lion, the heart of a lion Yeah, no, yeah (Yeah) No, no, no, no, no, no, no The heart of a lion Yeah, no, yeah (Yeah) No, no, no, no, no, no, no The heart of a lion, the heart of a lion Yeah, no, yeah (Yeah) No, no, no, no, no, no, no Yeah, no, yeah (Yeah) [Verse 3] I'm just a kid who needs no help I've achieved a bigger thing No cash or check could be more blessed And if you had ever seen the things I've seen up in my slumber You'd be shook, stay awake No need to run, your fate would follow You should know, not for the faint at heart This world understands no coward It's a goal, a simple code, I stay on the grind to the 25th hour And I know the fight in me is somewhere hiding deep within I told you, no, I'll never let you drag me down to Hell [Chorus] At the end of the day, day My mama told me don't let no one break me, let no one break me (Yeah, yeah, yeah, no) At the end of the day, day Nobody, nobody ever could stop me, ever could stop me (Yeah, yeah, no) At the end of the day, day You can't regret it if you were trying, if you were trying At the end of the day, day (Yeah, yeah, no) I'm walking with a heart of a lion, yeah [Outro] No, no, no, no, no, no, no Yeah, no, yeah (Yeah) No, no, no, no, no, no, no Yeah, no, yeah (Yeah) No, no, no, no, no, no, no Yeah, no, yeah (Yeah) No, no, no, no, no, no, no Yeah, no, yeah (Yeah) Yeah, yeah, yeah...

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Dumb It Down

rap

Lupe Fiasco

{GemStones,"Graham Burris"}

[Intro: Lupe Fiasco] Carrera (Dumb it down!) Coolest nigga, what? (Dumb it down!) F-N-F, up! (Dumb it down!) (Dumb it down!) [Verse 1: Lupe Fiasco] I'm fearless, now hear this, I'm earless And I'm peerless, that means I'm eyeless Which means I'm tearless, which means my iris Resides where my ears is, which means I'm blinded But I'ma find it, I can feel its nearness But I'ma veer, so I don't come near Like a chicken or a deer, but I remember I'm not a listener or a seer so my windshield smear Here you steer, I really shouldn't be behind this Clearly cause my blindness The windshield is menstrual, the whole grill is roadkill So trill and so sincere, yeah, I'm both them there Took both pills when the bloke in the trench coat And the locs in the chair had approached him here Made it clear as a ghost or a biter of the throats in the mirror The writer of the quotes for the ghosts Who supplier of the notes to the living Riveting as Rosie, pockets full of posies Given to the mother of the deceased Awake and at war 'til I'm resting in peace [Hook 1: Gemini] You going over niggas heads, Lu (Dumb it down!) They telling me that they don't feel you (Dumb it down!) We ain't graduate from school, nigga (Dumb it down!) Them big words ain't cool, nigga (Dumb it down!) Yeah I heard "Mean and Vicious," nigga (Dumb it down!) Make a song for the bitches, nigga! (Dumb it down!) We don't care about the weather nigga (Dumb it down!) You'll sell more records if you (Dumb it down!) [Verse 2: Lupe Fiasco] And I'm mouthless, which means I'm soundless Now as far as the hearing, I've found it It was as far as the distance from the earring to the ground is But the doorknockers on the ear Of a stewardess in a Lear, she's fine and she's flying I feel I'm flying by 'em, cause my mind's on cloud nine And in a mine at the same time Pimps see the wings on the Underground King Who's also Klingon, to infinity and beyond Something really stinks, but I Sphinx like Leon Or lion in the desert I'm flying on Pegasus, you're flying on a pheasant Writer of the white powder, picker of the fire flowers Spit, "hot fiya" like Dylan on Chappelle's skit Yeah, smell it on my unicorn Don't snort the white horse, but toot my own horn Sleep? [Hook 2: Graham Burris] You've been shedding too much light, Lu (Dumb it down!) You're makin 'em wanna do right, Lu (Dumb it down!) They're gettin' self-esteem, Lu (Dumb it down!) These girls are trying to be queens, Lu (Dumb it down!) They're trying to graduate from school, Lu (Dumb it down!) They're startin' to think that smart is cool, Lu (Dumb it down!) They're trying to get up out the hood, Lu (Dumb it down!) I'll tell you what you should do (Dumb it down!) [Verse 3: Lupe Fiasco] And I'm brainless, which means I'm headless Like Ichabod Crane is Or foreplay-less sex is, which makes me saneless With no neck left to hang the chain with Which makes me necklace-less, like a necklace theft And I ain't used my headrest yet They said they need proof like a vestless chest About the best-fed F-F jet in the nest Who exudes confidence and excess depth Even Scuba Steve would find it hard to breathe Around these leagues; my snorkel is a tuba Lu the ruler around these seas Westside Poseidon, Westside beside 'em Chest-high and rising, almost touching the knees Of stewardess and the pilot, lucky they make ya fly with Personal floating devices, tricks falling out of my sleeves David Blaine, make it rain You make a boat, I make a plane Then, I pull the plug and I make it drain Until I feel like flowing and filling it up again Westside! [Hook 3: Gemini] You putting me to sleep, nigga (Dumb it down!) 'S'why you ain't popping in the streets, nigga! (Dumb it down!) You ain't winning no awards nigga! (Dumb it down!) Robots and skateboards, nigga?! (Dumb it down!) GQ Man of the Year, G? (Dumb it down!) Shit ain't rocking over here, B (Dumb it down!) Won't you talk about your cars nigga? (Dumb it down!) And what the fuck is Goyard nigga (Dumb it down!) Make it rain for the chicks (Dumb it down!) Po' CHAMPAGNE on a bitch! (Dumb it down!) What the fuck is WRONG WITH YOU?! (Dumb it down!) ...How can I get on a song with you? (Dumb it down!) [Outro: Gemini] Look B, here's my main, my two-way Uh, what should I, ah, here take this That right there, fuck what my boys'll talk about me, nigga Nigga, you hot to me! I like you! (Dumb it down!) [Outro 2: Lupe Fiasco] Bishop G, they told me I should come down, cousin But I flatly refuse: I ain't dumb down nothing!

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Purple Pills

rap

D12

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[Intro: Eminem] Uh Yo, yo, yo, yo [Chorus: Eminem] I take a couple uppers I down a couple downers But nothin' compares To these blue and yellow purple pills I been to mushroom mountain Once or twice, but who's countin'? But nothin' compares To these blue and yellow purple pills [Verse 1: Eminem] Cool, calm, just like my mom With a couple of Valium inside her palm It's Mr. Mischief with a trick up his sleeve To roll up on you like Christopher Reeves I can't describe the vibe I get When I drive by six people and five I hit (Whoops!) Aw shit, I started a mosh pit Squashed a bitch and stomped her foster kids These shrooms make me hallucinate Then I sweat 'til I start losin' weight 'Til I see dumb shit start happenin' Dumber than Vanilla Ice tryin' to rap again So bounce, bounce! Come on, bounce! *Gunshots* I said come on, bounce! Everybody in the house with a half an ounce (Me!) Not weed, I meant coke; dumb-ass, sit down! (Oh) We don't bullshit, better ask around D12 throws the bombest bash in town Bizarre, your mom is passin' out Get her ass on the couch 'fore she crashes out (Come on) [Verse 2: Kuniva, Kon Artis (& Eminem)] Fuck that, someone help Denaun He's upstairs naked with a weapon drawn Hey Von, you see me steppin' on these leprechauns? It gotta be acid 'cause the X is gone Yeah, I took 'em all, dawg, with some Parmesan And I think my arm is gone — No, it's probably numb Young, dumb, and full of cum And I think he 'bout to swallow his tongue Scary-ass, it was a false alarm You think I'm 'bout to die when I just got on? Well, stop actin' stupid; you so high That you might wake up with a guy on some new shit Yeah, I think I did too much (Huh-uh) This substance equals cuffs (Huh-uh) Red pills, blue pills, and green Big pills — (That's ill!) — Mescaline [Chorus: Eminem] I take a couple uppers I down a couple downers But nothin' compares To these blue and yellow purple pills I been to mushroom mountain Once or twice, but who's countin'? But nothin' compares To these blue and yellow purple pills [Bridge: Eminem] Dirty Dozen, eighty of us Shady brothers, ladies love us That's why our baby mothers Love us but they hate each other They probably wanna take each other Out and date each other Some, some, some Somethin'... I don't know [Verse 3: Proof & Bizarre] Pop pills, pills I pop Pop two pills, on stilts I walk Snort two lines that were filled with chalk Thought I was incredible and killed the Hulk I wanna roll away like a rollerblade Until my eyes roll back in my skull for days And when I'm old and gray look for dope to smoke? No? Okey-doke, I'm packin' my nose with coke (*Coughing*) Am I supposed to choke? Had an accident when the Trojan broke Ah, poor baby, born by a whore lady Now I gotta strangle an {infant} (You're crazy!) [Verse 4: Swift, Bizarre (& Eminem)] I pop four E's at one time And I don't need water when I'm swallowin' mine (Hey, you got any shrooms?) Does Bizarre smoke crack? We can't get jobs, 'cause our arms show tracks Why the hell you niggas think I rap? We do it just to get your company hijacked If you like smack, then I might too (Swift, chill!) I just wanna get high like you And I don't give a damn if they white or blue (Huh-uh) Speed, shrooms, down the Valiums (Huh-uh) Even smoke weed out of vacuums I just copped some and I'm goin' back soon [Chorus: Eminem] I take a couple uppers I down a couple downers But nothin' compares To these blue and yellow purple pills I been to mushroom mountain Once or twice, but who's countin'? But nothin' compares To these blue and yellow purple pills [Verse 5: Bizarre] I'm at a rave, lookin' like a slave High off chronic Gin and tonic demonic Body smell like vomit Pussy poppin', acid droppin' Dope-heady guy Heroin mescaline Pencil leads, wanna try? Blue pills, golden seals Got Bizarre actin' ill Drugs kill (Yeah, right) Bitch, I'm for real! Shut yo' mouth, you dirty slut You know you want it in your butt I'll put it in your cunt Let Bizarre nut! [Chorus: Eminem] I take a couple uppers I down a couple downers But nothin' compares To these blue and yellow purple pills I been to mushroom mountain Once or twice, but who's countin'? But nothin' compares To these blue and yellow purple pills [Bridge: Eminem] Dirty Dozen, eighty of us Shady brothers, ladies love us That's why our baby mothers Love us but they hate each other They probably wanna take each other Out and date each other Some, some, some Somethin'... I don't know

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Ya Playin Yaself

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Jeru the Damaja

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[Verse 1] Now, I don't push a Lex Others had their turn to flex, Jeru is up next All these so called players up in the rap game Got brothers on the corner selling cooked cocaine It used to be LaToya and jim hats But now it's Uzis, Macs and G-packs of cracks Everybody's psycho or some type of good fellow But me I keep it real that's all swine like jello Don't drink Cristal, and I can't stand Mo Never received currency for moving a kilo Or an ounce, make em bounce to this fake-pimp-free flow I never knew hustlers confessed in stereo Or on video get caught you'll know who turned state's Evidence, murder weapon, confession and fingerprints Mama always said watch what comes out your mouth Tight case for the DA from here to down South Knowledge wisdom understanding like King Solomon's wealth You're a player but only because you be playing yourself [Hook] With all that Big Willie talk, hop, you're, playin' yaself With all that big gun talk, bop, you're, playin' yaself With all that rah rah rah, you're, playin' yaself You're, playin' yaself, you're, playin' yaself With all that rah rah rah, you're, playin' yaself With all that big gun talk, bop, you're, playin' yaself With all that Big Willie talk, hop, you're, playin' yaself You're, playin' yaself, you're, playin' yaself [Verse 2] Now these ladies is looking pretty from city to city I refined a few I met, around the country The nitty gritty, it's all reality, no question Actual fact like tight jeans cause yeast infections And sisters with good minds, get no respect when Their ass is all hanging out, playing the bar section Of the club shake what your mama gave ya, back to the lab I drop the truth, cause rhyming is more than just my craft Or a way to get ass, or fast cash, or blasted Black women, make sure you're respected When niggas is kicking that old off the wall shit, let em know From jump: "Dead it", you're not ignorant Knowledge wisdom understanding is the key to wealth Put some clothes on that ass if you respect yourself [Hook] With those hooker type wears hon you're, playin' yaself With those skin tight jeans baby you're, playin' yaself Everything all exposed you're, playin' yaself You're, playin' yaself, you're, playin' yaself Everything all exposed you're, playin' yaself With those skin tight jeans baby you're, playin' yaself With those hooker type wears hon you're, playin' yaself You're, playin' yaself, you're, playin' yaself [Verse 3] Now, I don't bust a Tec, bubble drugs In the projects, or use mics to sell sex Niggas, nowadays is all about this So much ying yang, it's ridiculous If you got so much cheese where are the black distributors And these record companies shake em down like mobsters But impostors, like commercial locks are not rastas Always faking moves, never, making moves Asses shake, bottles pop, the government is breaking down you fools You work all week and give the devil back his loot for jewels And the steak on your plate is filled with chemicals Still, brothers leave brothers all battered and bruised On the streets, won't see snakes on my feet The race is on, but I won't compete In this competition, because I have a greater mission I hope that you listen Knowledge wisdom and understanding brings, long life And health, think anything else and ya playin' yaself [Hook] So all that Big Willie talk, hop, you're, playin' yaself And all those skin tight jeans hon you're playin' yaself And all that rah rah rah, you're, playin' yaself You're, playin' yaself, you're, playin' yaself And all those hooker type wears baby you're playin' yaself And all that big gun talk money you're playin' yaself Everything all exposed you're, playin' yaself You're, playin' yaself, you're, playin' yaself

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Work That Thing

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E.S.G.

{"Slim Thug"}

[Chorus] Work that thing Twerk it fast Go on about that ass If you wanna make some cash On them things And that's glass Wood across the dash Lookin good when we pass Swang and Bang And mash on Don't make this be a song That we whip your ass on What you claim? Then throw it up On a drank, pour it up On a smoke, roll it up [Slim Thug] I'm Don bread A young hogg, shaking the feds I was led, to put lead In these fake, haters head I'm 100% about my bread Show a dollar and I'll follow Ben Franks my role model So I'm no freestyler If it's free ain't me Money talk, shit walk And since, my time cost I can't afford to be bought Cash for everything around me It's on the ground, you found me I can't let my people down me Ain't nothing but stars around me I had to ball, or stay broke Get a job, or sell dope I choose dope Cause I don't look good in hallowed ropes I'm trying to shine I promise I can't get left behind I keep that money on my mind At all times I do what I wanna Might fly to Daytona To get in a sauna If it ain't sticky marijuana Take it back to the corner It's your life, ya happy? Well do what you do Don't let nobody knock ya hustle fool Do what you do Ha [Chorus] Work that thing Twerk it fast Go on about that ass If you wanna make some cash On them things And that's glass Wood across the dash Lookin good when we pass Swang and Bang And mash on Don't make this be a song That we whip your ass on What you claim? Then throw it up On a drank, pour it up On a smoke, roll it up [ESG] Now ESG be shinning Top on recline G Riding with a dime piece Smoking on some pine trees You can find me On Giavoni's and Kiss Now what really turn me on Is some Tina Thompson lips Ha, Com-ets flip We on fire! Trying to bust Like a set of ol' Firestone Tires Organize the franchise That was destined to rise Gotta keep my mind on the prize I look at my lil' son's eyes Player, you know, and I know That we gotta get green Hit the scene, like Outkast So fresh, and so clean Wanna make a million dollars Let me spend sixteen Give me one big machine And a ??? Candy green, TV screens We thought of that codine shit That pinky ring and byzletine And all that bling, bling shit This song for rappers, and jackers Strippers, and brick flippers Everybody about that money We goin to representin with ya! [Chorus] Work that thing Twerk it fast Go on about that ass If you wanna make some cash On them things And that's glass Wood across the dash Lookin good when we pass Swang and Bang And mash on Don't make this be a song That we whip your ass on What you claim? Then throw it up On a drank, pour it up On a smoke, roll it up [Slim Thug & ESG] It's me, the Slim T And that ESG Northside Southside Bringing heat to the street You got beef? beat your feet Cause my click ain't weak We gotta new logo You seen the platinum piece We goin back to back And wreckin track for track We went from crack to ?? Just to make our stack A TTS Cadillac A crooked braids to the bag A ball fade Escalade Where my Gucci shades at? Me and Slim goin shine We reading Rolex time Ninety-nine gotta mind On the million dollar grind Let my fifth recline Let my top down We smile at the same time And lave the whole world blind Ha [Chorus] Work that thing Twerk it fast Go on about that ass If you wanna make some cash On them things And that's glass Wood across the dash Lookin good when we pass Swang and Bang And mash on Don't make this be a song That we whip your ass on What you claim? Then throw it up On a drank, pour it up On a smoke, roll it up Bounce playa, bounce playa Where my soldiers at? Bounce playa, bounce playa Where my soldiers at? Bounce baby, bounce baby Make that ass clap Bounce baby, bounce baby Make that ass clap Bounce playa, bounce playa Where my thugs at? Bounce playa, bounce playa Where my thugs at? Bounce baby, bounce baby Make that ass clap Bounce baby, bounce baby Make that ass clap Ha

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First Brick

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E.S.G.

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(*talking*) Ha-ha, my first brick nigga Grab your ski mask, naw fuck a mask Bitch ass nigga, doing it bare faced nigga This how it's going down for 2-G, feel me [Hook] Now get your hands up, this is a motherfucking stick up Don't even get up, just give your fucking shit up And give your grip up, but first give me them bricks up First time your ass slip up, you'll get lit up nigga Nobody moves, nobody gets hurt The block is on fire, so I got's to get me work ah-ah Nobody moves, nobody gets hit Pay attention to the story, of how I got my first brick [E.S.G.] My first sack was a fifty pack, when I was only 13 Niggas idolizing ballers, disrepecting dope fiends First string on the team, came home from practice Had some drama with my mama, found my stash under my matress Caught an ass whooping, all my privilages tooken Niggas my age getting paid, and I ain't gon stand there just looking See my uncle be cooking, he's an old school soldier Use to send me to the corner store, back and forth for baking soda One day this nigga came over, Texas plates with a briefacase Didn't know back then, but he was bringing in the fucking weight I told my uncle fuck a eight, I need a zone Dropped a gallon the scale, and told me to get my ass on No need for chaperone, got my grind on on my own One roof stuck on my dome, stay away from school zones See my paper got long, but I wasn't done yet I graduated and migrated, from Bogalusa to Laffeyette [Hook] [E.S.G.] 1991, perfected the use of a scale Steady spending all my mail, while attending USL I'm like nigga what the hell, this ain't the way to ball Reconstructed my plans, got down with some niggas from Lake Charles Started thinking strategic, nigga how can I win Fuck that front shit, got down on I-10 Nigga's stash spot all good, stuffing my cheese under my hood Late night by the bail I'ma make the mail Then think they tell, should of knew they would Should of understood how it go, nigga see me bout to burn a row Out here trying to earn the do', and all these niggas wanna turn a hoe They told the FED's bout the cash, even told them hoes about the stash Trying to mash on the gas, but that didn't last I came back, thugs waiting on my ass Got busted by the task, now I'm waiting for the time to pass Can't wait to get out, so I could find that snitch Grab my shit, and go blast his ass Nigga fuck a mask I'll get the last laugh, when you in a hearse bitch This is the tale, of how I got my first brick [Hook] [E.S.G.] Now I'm back on the turf, third verse gets deeper See it's pressing Nextel, said to hell to beppers Street sweepers, calicoes, Columbians and them Mexicans Everybody on they feet, but in the street they plexing After sex from this bopper, use to fuck in 9-4 Told me that nigga got a Coupe, and gave me the scoop on his hoe Told me they both like it go, to the club on Friday night Caught him leaving Cornbread's, should of busted his head by the light Grip my infrared tight, ready to bust teflons I was itching to do him in, when he stopped by Exon But that shit'll be dumb, even know where he live Stayed five cars back, and followed his ass to his crib Now I'm thinking of what he did, not three years ago Reached under the seat, for the calico And caught him, soon as he opened his do' Now there's nowhere to go, put the barrell to his head 'Fore I left they ass for dead, Noke D this what I said (*talking*) Yeah bitch ass nigga, remember me Give it up bitch (*gun shots*) (*screaming*) [Hook]

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Grippin Grain

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E.S.G.

{"Slim Thug","DeShawn Hill"}

[Intro: E.S.G & Slim Thug] Say Slim, what's the deal baby? Making this money man Uh-huh, true that, true that Check this out, it's going down over here On the South, so I'm bout to come over there On the North and scoop you up We gotta put it down, boys ain't feel us in 9-9 With that Braids N' Fades, it's Y2K baby Know what I'm talkin' 'bout, candy coated still puttin' it down Still swangin' and bangin' ha, boys gon' feel us man Boys gon feel us, wha-wha-wha-wha-wha-wha-what Fo' sure [Hook: DeShawn Hill & E.S.G] My love, have you ever seen a Candy coated Excursion? Swang and bang, still grippin' grain Northside, man huh, Southside what [Verse: E.S.G.] See I'm a wide body roller, wood grain remote controller Blades on Escalades, electric shocks on Range Rovers Man the game over, when me and Slim pull up You see us flossing on chrome, with the styrofoam cup I got a eight and a liter, swangin' on the feeder In the Bentley watching BET, I'm tripping off of Cita Cristal margaritas, we some block bleeders My balling tire size, can't ride in two-seaters Man I need Excursion, or my Navigator My big body Denali, squattin' like a Florida Gator Tell them playa haters, E.S.G. I don't bar Get the cash and dash, like my name was Peter Warren I parallel parked it, ghetto starts cost to Mars Man my rent cost more, than some boys cars Hit the Boulevard, with the nine in my lap-lap Southside on the map-map, Screw tape tap-tap [Chorus: DeShawn Hill & E.S.G] My love, have you ever seen a Candy coated Excursion? Swang and bang, still grippin' grain Northside, man huh, Southside what [Verse: Slim Thug] Now when I come down I be throwing up the North showin' off Six gallons of gloss, on my 7-9 boss I floss the candy green gleam, when I pull on the scene My four 18's and screens, got my shit sitting mean My drop top is a supreme, king of a young teen's dream Like a diamond it bling-bling, when it's hit with sun beams Shoot more spiders in my ring, when I glide up the block I got a trunk full of knock, about to bust out shots I'm shutting down the parking lot, when you see me ride See me sitting high with pride, sliding on the buck hide Looking pretty, on a tour all across my city Sipping drank by the pint, about to bust my kidney From the North to the South, we gon' represent I'm getting bent behind tint, froze by the air vent I spent a lot of cash to shine, but it came in handy Cause like a child, Slim Thug is so in love with candy, huh [Chorus: DeShawn Hill & E.S.G] My love, have you ever seen a Candy coated Excursion? Swang and bang, still grippin' grain Northside, man huh, Southside what [Verse: E.S.G. & Slim Thug] Now when I come down, I be throwing up the South Ice in our mouth, Wreckshop and Swishahouse Ha, we got the braids and fades, and ride 4's and blades Looking laid in the 'Sacci, or the Gucci shades Candy red smash, syrup make you lean fast 19 with screens, playing Sega Dreamcast Hol up, that candy blue or that green, gon' keep our slab looking clean Watching a movie on my screen, when I pull on the scene In the new Coupe, chunk the deuce out the hoo-doo Taper fade playa made, Iceberg or FUBU Uh, and I splurge the Iceberg, and drink gallons of syrup With a Y-2G bird, valeted on the curb See them boppers still boppin', them choppers still choppin' Them tops still droppin', the trunk still poppin' Slim Thug and E.S.G., for the Y2K Man I still got my braids Man I still got my fade, huh [Chorus: DeShawn Hill & E.S.G] My love, have you ever seen a Candy coated Excursion? Swang and bang, still grippin' grain Northside, man huh, Southside what [Outro: E.S.G] Northside, man huh, Southside what Northside, man huh, Southside what

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U Dont Know Remix

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JAY-Z

{M.O.P.}

[Produced by Just Blaze] [Intro: Jay-Z & Bobby Byrd] I'm not trying to be no big thing, no, no You gotta let this one breathe, Just' Just let it breathe for a second I'm not trying to give you no advice Yup! Hovi's home! The newest addition to the Roc: M.O.P I don't claim to be no philosopher "The Blueprint 2" is on its way I know y'all hear my footsteps out there, I'm coming! But I sure know, this is life, baby, baby Let's go get 'em, Just'! [Interlude: Lil' Fame & Bobby Byrd] Time to dump (Fire!) Dump (Fire!) dump (Fire!) dump (Fire!) dump (Fire!) You don't know, what you're doing, doing, doing, doing [Verse 1: Lil Fame & Billy Danze] It's the MO-P! (Yes!) And the ZIP code is 1 (1!) 2 (3!) 3 And motherfucker, we coming, 100 miles and gunning (Owwww!) I'm still running with cats that rob From the era of eggshell 80s and hatchback Saabs (Same game!) Operation for this industry lockdown We still tote hammers that go BLAKOW! Run up if you wanna Believe me dog, these hammers with they owners Fuck your G up, have you in blue Pampers, in a coma And your family now mourn—look, seventy pounds gone A little fuck, shriveled up, with a hospital gown on (We holding it down, homes!) Keep pushing, we fell bastards To get over, we grind with slippery shell tactics Chippety-frail bastards, your tracks need tune-ups Lil' niglet, what the fuck you recording for? Nick Jr.? (The game ain't changed!) It just got harder Plus we sponsored by Laze, Dame Dash and Mr. S-Dot Carter Brownsville (Yep!) we stomp through this bitch all day (Oh) Rock with my cock out, face the crowd and piss said stage (Uh, uh, uh) [Verse 2: Billy Danze, Billy Danze & Jay-Z] I'm from the G side of things (Oh), where we ride and bang With a heat that'll flame, that's how we got the name: (Warriors!) Embedded in your brains And someone should be telling 'em the veterans have came And we're better in the game, you better make it rain (Twenty-seven a gram) My man, it's better than cocaine Now everything will change and this Family will rule the world And you haters can eat a dick up 'til you hiccup and 'url A decade on the grind (Uh) nigga, I paid mine So it's my time to shine and for you to ride the pine I won't sit back and rap like these dumbass kids I been around, I put it down, I ain't these young ass kids (M.O.P.!) The OGs repped and survived around this motherfucker (FIRST Family!) We kept it live around this motherfucker (Oh!) When it's crunch time, we do it our wizzay Fo' shizzle, my nigga, learned to grip pistols in BK [Interlude: Jay-Z] Woooooo! Turn my music high, high, high, high-er [Verse 3: Jay-Z] More fire, more Rocawear attire More money, more murder now that M.O.P.'s hired More further for the Roc empire, y'all won't serve us Y'all nervous, know them guns on full service, ready to fire One body, two body, three body, four Young sitting on paper, I'm above the law Young shitting on haters, I ain't fucking with y'all For my Brownsville neighbors—"How About Some Hardcore?" And it just get worser, every time I sign my signature in cursive Just add another million to these verses One million, two million, three million, four And the money's really worthless, I'm pissing you off on purpose My nephews situated, and my mama is straight So I'm ready for whatever drama should come my way And you niggas rapping to me so your drama is fake You dudes is noodles, I got more ziti to bake You dudes is cake, I keep two biscuits on the waist Razor blades under the tongue, I will eat your face Appetite for destruction, I am starving today Got a money-hungry lawyer that'll eat the case And that's just food for thought, don't let it go to waste Nigga, bite the bullet until you stuffing your face, ha! I done forgot more than you ever learned What you don't know'll make your home a permanent urn, nigga! [Outro] Do you believe it? (Ohhhhh nooooo!) Oh no! You don't know, what you're doing, doing, doing, doing Do you believe it? (Nooo) Oh no! You don't know, what you're doing, doing, doing, doing Do you believe it?

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The Lost Tribe of Shabazz

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Lakim Shabazz

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Our people will survive America [Verse 1] My people were took from the motherland By the other man Brought to the wilderness Like a ventriloquist Played my people like puppets by plantin' fear in their heart Nowadays most of us don't know where to start 10% of us can help, but don't feel the need They love greed And this really bothers me 85% of us are totally ignorant Walkin' around with the nigga mentality 5% of us are ready to die for the cause Of course the source is Elijah Knowledge of self is what you need to stop the bull If you don't get it, I'm held responsible Rhymes I make are designed to reach the youth I gotta teach, that's why I speak the truth Some waste time dwellin' on the past It's time they know that we're the lost tribe of Shabazz Our people will survive America Our people will survive America [Verse 2] Stay awake and don't sleep, 'cause I'm comin' after ya Devils I smash and leave 'em flat as a spatula Back again, the mathematical radical Gettin' emotional, very emphatical The original man uses 23 million square miles on the planet Earth Constantly buildin' On the other hand the other man wants to confuse ya Simple psychology, tricknowlogy fools ya They have you believe we descend from cannibals Show you pictures of Africans lookin' like animals How could we be animals, look at the things we did With our own bare hands we built pyramids Blind, deaf, and dumb is how they raised ya To them it's Africa, to us it's Asia To get to the point, to make it clear to ya They're no superior, and we're not inferior I got the other man pointin' at me, 'cause I licked him Took a stand for the black man, and didn't fall victim The nation is growin' rapid and fast That's why I'm tellin' you we're the lost tribe of Shabazz Our people will survive America Our people will survive America Our people will survive America Our people will survive America [Verse 3] I couldn't wait to battle a beat like this track It's so def, I had to pump my fist, black My rhymes weigh six sextillion tons Heavy as the Earth, a lyrical function Imagine if every black man, woman and child Would simply refuse To go to work for one day Do you know how much money these companies would lose? Since everything's based on money, that's what we gotta get We gotta learn when to quit, when not to quit It's really sad, I know some people Think that one day we'll be treated as equal It's the land of the freedom, or so they say so They tell you're free, yeah, but free to do what though? Off our arms and legs they took the chains Big deal - they still left 'em around our brains Things I say make the government fear this I speak with authority, so you can hear this I hate oreos, that's why I gots to bomb You so-called niggerish Uncle Toms We're on a rise-up, you better wise up You can't stop us, now are you surprised, duck? You might take it as a political outblast But we're the lost Tribe of Shabazz Our people will survive America Our people will survive America Our people will survive America Our people will survive America Our people will survive America Our people will survive America Our people will survive America Our people will survive America

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Ski Mask Way

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50 Cent

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[Intro] Yeah I'm tryna catch me something A little jux or something [Chorus] Nigga, that watch is nice, that's what you bought for me? That chain is nice, that's what you bought for me? Them earrings is nice, that's what you bought for me? Take that shit off, move, I'll break you off properly I get mine the fast way, ski mask way Make money, make money-money-money Nigga, if you ask me, this the only way Take money, take money-money-money [Verse 1] You wanna spray at me? Go 'head; the last nigga that tried Got hit, keeled over, and bled 'til he died Your little sister calling you stupid, reason why? Her and your mama in the living room now hog-tied I came up with two new ways to get rich, I can't wait Got a brand-new SIG and that old .38 I be scheming to put a little bread on my plate Watching dreads serve skunk through a hole in the gate I stick a nigga for his shine, sell him back the next day You thought I really wanted your pussy? Bitch, please This the stash house, jackpot, there go them keys My black G-Unit hoodie just reek of marijuana Cocaine coming out my pores in the sauna I'm serious, man, I'm so sincere This the flow right here that fucked up Jeffrey's career Make money, take money, yeah, nigga, YEAH! [Chorus] Nigga, that watch is nice, that's what you bought for me? That chain is nice, that's what you bought for me? Them earrings is nice, that's what you bought for me? Take that shit off, move, I'll break you off properly I get mine the fast way, ski mask way Make money, make money-money-money Nigga, if you ask me, this the only way Take money, take money-money-money [Verse 2] Who's that peeping in my window? Wow—the Feds on me now They know when I'm sleeping, they know when I'm wake I know they got my phone tapped, I'm screaming, "Fuck Jake!" I'm trying to stay out them pens, so I switched states Bad News, VA—now, that sounds great I see niggas with that ice on, rims shined up This town's one big pussy, waiting to get fucked I holla at A.I. peoples to get gats They charge me 500 apiece for two MACs Then I'm back doing me, I'm back out on a spree Catch me a nigga slipping out, pumping that D Get me a little crew, I'll have 'em pumping for me The more product I take, the more paper we see Change my name in NY, they don't know where I be Yeah, a nigga doing dirt, but a nigga low-key [Chorus] Nigga, that watch is nice, that's what you bought for me? That chain is nice, that's what you bought for me? Them earrings is nice, that's what you bought for me? Take that shit off, move, I'll break you off properly I get mine the fast way, ski mask way Make money, make money-money-money Nigga, if you ask me, this the only way Take money, take money-money-money

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Treat Her Like a Prostitute

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Slick Rick

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[Intro] Here's an oldie but goodie Hit it [Verse 1] Excuse me (what?) Can I have your attention? (mhm-hmm) There's just a few things that I've got to mention (mhm-hmm) There's girlies out here that seem appealing But they all come in your life and cold hurt your feelings I'm telling you, as Rick is my name I wouldn't trust no girl unless she feels the same [Hook] Treat 'em like a prostitute (do what?) Don't treat no girlie well until you're sure of the scoop 'Cause all they do is they hurt and trample Listen up close, here comes my first example [Verse 1] Now ya been with your girlfriend for quite a while Plans for the future, she's having your child Celebrate with friends drinking cans and quarts Telling all your friends about your family thoughts One friend was drunk so he starts to act wild He tells the truth about the kid, "It's not your child" Acting like a jerk and on his face was a smirk He said, "Your wife went berserk while you was hard at work" And she led him on and tried to please him She didn't waste time, she didn't try to tease him [Hook] Treat 'em like a prostitute (do what?) Don't treat no girlie well until you're sure of the scoop 'Cause all they do is they hurt and trample Listen up close, here comes my second example [Verse 2] Now your wife, you buy the tramp jewels and clothes You get sentimental and bring home a rose Give her everything 'cause you swear she's worth it All your friends tell you "The bitch don't deserve it" Love is blind, so there goes your wealth Until one day, you see things for yourself Came home from work early Mr. Loverman You had a card and some candy in your right hand There's the mailman, he was short yet stout He went inside your house and didn't come back out, bust it Just a friendly stop, come on, is it? The mailman comes and he pays your wife a visit? The thought alone makes your temperature boil You say to yourself "She might still be loyal" You open up your door and stand in a trance You see the mailman's bag and the mailman's pants Came home to party, at work had a hard day Look around your house and you say "Where the hell are they?" Run upstairs up to your bedroom You look inside your room, you see something brewin' Cover your mouth because you almost choke You see the mailman's dick way up your wife's throat [Hook] Treat 'em like a prostitute (mhm-hmm) Don't treat no girlie well until you're sure of the scoop 'Cause all they do is they hurt and trample Listen up close, here comes my last example [Verse 3] Now your girl, she don't like to have sex a lot And today she's ready and she's hot, hot, hot As you open up the door she says "Get on the floor" She wants to try things she's never tried before She takes off your drawers and works you over She calls you Twinkles and you call her Rover Next thing you know the ho starts to ill She says "I love you, Harold" and your name is Will That's not the half 'til you start to ride her Take off your rubber and there's one more inside her It's not yours - who can it be? I think it was a slick rapper, his name is M.C. Ricky Treat 'em like a prostitute Don't treat no girlie well, treat no girlie well Treat no girlie well until you're sure of the scoop

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Nutmeg

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Ghostface Killah

{RZA}

[Intro: Ghostface Killah] Yeah, whassup, y'all, whassup? This is Ghostface, straight from Staten Island You know I don't really mean no harm But it just happens you know When I step approach a motherfuckin' wack nigga That tryin' to spit his darts and can't spit 'em Check it out though, ayo [Verse 1: Ghostface Killah] Scientific, my hand kissed it Robotic, let's think optimistic You probably missed it, watch me Dolly Dick it Scotty Wotty copper tipped me, big microphone hippie Hit Poughkeepsie, crispy chicken, verbs, throw up a stone, Richie Chop the O, sprinkle a little snow inside a Optimo Swing the John McEnroe, rap rock'n'roll Ty-D-Bol, gung-ho pro, Starsky with the gumsole Hit the rum slow, parole kids, live Rapunzel But Ton' Stizzy really high, the vivid laser eye guy Jump in the Harley ride, Clarks, I freak a lemon pie I'm bout it, bout it, Lord forgive me, Ms. Sally shouted Tracey got shot in the face, my house was overcrowded You fake cats done heard it first On how I shitted on your turf that time, Cuban Link verse yo Check out the rap kingpin, summertime, fine jewelry dripping Face to the box, I seen your ear twitching As soon as I drove off, Cap' came to me with three sawed-offs Give one to Rae', let's season they broth Lightning rod fever heaters, knock-kneed a Sheeba for hiva Diva got rocked from the receiver bleeder Portfolio, looking fancy in the pantry My man got bigger dimes son, your shit is scampi Base that, throw what's in your mouth, don't waste that See Ghost lamping in the throne with King Tut hat Straight off [Interlude: Ghostface Killah] Yeah... yeah I just want y'all niggas Smack all y'all niggas, and niggarettes Universal death threats, yeah This be the God Body Yeah no doubt, Judge Wise [Verse 2: Ghostface Killah] Ayo, spiced out Calvin Coolers, lounging with 7 duelers The Great Adventures of Slick, licking with 6 Rugers Rock those, big boy Bulotti's out of Woodbridge Porridge for the biggest bear, seasoned giraffe ribs Rotissiere roast, hickory cinnamon scented glaze Perfected find truth within self, let's smoke All hail to my hands, 50 thou' appraisal Dirty nose with the nasal drip, clique flipped on fam Dancing with Blanche and them bitches, flicking deuce pictures Kick down the ace of spades, snatch Jack riches Olsive compulsive lies flyers with my name on it Dick made the cover now count, how many veins on it Scooby snack jurassic plastic gas booby trap Ten years working for me, you wanna tab shit? Bong bong bong! Your bell went rung rung rung! Staple-Land's where the ambulance don't come [Interlude: Ghostface Killah] Yeah, you see what I mean? You see what I mean, you motherfucking crybabies? Get in line, punk! You should be studying your arts instead of studying me! That's how you lost your first job, punk! Now get in line, before you get your lil' thick ass tossed up! Shit! I studied under Bruce Lee, nigga He was on the fourth, I was on the third [Verse 3: RZA] Pass me a honey-dipped spliff Black mental cause continental drift One whiff of Power-U gets my Divine stiff Brick rock, late night, hear the tick tock of my clock I used to run up and pick, a crab lock Hit his stash, dip back, to the Lab, make him flip Uptown, BOO-DOOP, now we back on your ave Incognito, fatal Hapkido blow, pop a needle Dick a knock-knee ho, bust out her fetal Nine inch long strong, Bobby pop the bitch thong Spit on her, then I banged on my chest like Kong King Merciless Ming, point the killer bee sting Ring dings, right through your head bing Snap the wing off of bats, my battle-axe tongue hacks tracks Once the ball drop, I'mma snatch ten jacks Pass the crack to a niggarette, puff a loose leaf cigarette While your man search the internet for Bob Digitech In Stereo, crazy as Shapiro Multiply myself ten times standing next to zero And snap my fingers like the Fonz And bag me a golden bronze skinned girl with the honey blonde Dip hair, make a nigga flip in his chair Had the armpit shaved off perfect with the Nair Stomach flat as a pancake for her man's sake Used to fuck her when she menstruate But it made her hyperventilate [Outro: Ghostface Killah] Brooklyn! I know, I know, I know, I know Queens! I know, I know, I know, I know Shaolin! I know, I know, I know, I know I know, I know, I know, I know, I know Bronx! I know, I know, I know, I know Jersey! I know, I know, I know Long Island! I know, I know, I know, I know I know, I know, I know, break it down!

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Till I Collapse

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Eminem

{"Nate Dogg"}

[Intro: Eminem] 'Cause sometimes you just feel tired Yo, left, yo, left Feel weak and when you feel weak Yo, left, right, left You feel like you wanna just give up Yo, left, yo left But you gotta search within you Yo, left, right, left Try to find that inner strength and just pull that shit out of you Yo, left, yo left And get that motivation to not give up Yo, left, right, left And not be a quitter, no matter how bad Yo, left, yo left You wanna just fall flat on your face and collapse Yo, left, right, left [Verse 1: Eminem] 'Til I collapse I'm spillin' these raps long as you feel 'em 'Til the day that I drop you'll never say that I'm not killin' 'em ‘Cause when I am not, then I'ma stop pennin' 'em And I am not hip-hop and I'm just not Eminem Subliminal thoughts, when I'ma stop sendin' 'em? Women are caught in webs, spin 'em and hock venom Adrenaline shots of penicillin could not get the illin' to stop Amoxicillin's just not real enough The criminal, cop-killin', hip-hop villain A minimal swap to cop millions of Pac listeners You're comin' with me, feel it or not You're gonna fear it like I showed ya the spirit of God lives in us You hear it a lot, lyrics to shock Is it a miracle or am I just product of pop fizzin' up? Fa' shizzle, my wizzle, this is the plot, listen up You bizzles forgot, Slizzle does not give a fuck [Chorus: Nate Dogg & Eminem] 'Til the roof comes off, 'til the lights go out 'Til my legs give out, can't shut my mouth 'Til the smoke clears out, am I high? Perhaps I'ma rip this shit 'til my bones collapse 'Til the roof comes off, 'til the lights go out Until the roof, until the roof 'Til my legs give out, can't shut my mouth The roof comes off, the roof comes off 'Til the smoke clears out, am I high? Perhaps Until my legs, until my legs I'ma rip this shit 'til my bones collapse Give out from underneath me [Verse 2: Eminem] Music is like magic, there's a certain feelin' you get When you real and you spit, and people are feelin' your shit This is your moment, and every single minute you spend Tryna hold on to it 'cause you may never get it again So while you're in it, try to get as much shit as you can And when your run is over, just admit when it's at its end 'Cause I'm at the end of my wits with half the shit that gets in I got a list, here's the order of my list that it's in It goes: Reggie, Jay-Z, 2Pac and Biggie André from OutKast, Jada, Kurupt, Nas, and then me But in this industry I'm the cause of a lot of envy So when I'm not put on this list, the shit does not offend me That's why you see me walk around like nothing's botherin' me Even though half you people got a fuckin' problem with me You hate it, but you know respect you got to give me The press's wet dream, like Bobby and Whitney — Nate, hit me! [Chorus: Nate Dogg & Eminem] 'Til the roof comes off, 'til the lights go out 'Til my legs give out, can't shut my mouth 'Til the smoke clears out, am I high? Perhaps I'ma rip this shit 'til my bones collapse 'Til the roof comes off, 'til the lights go out Until the roof, until the roof 'Til my legs give out, can't shut my mouth The roof comes off, the roof comes off 'Til the smoke clears out, am I high? Perhaps Until my legs, until my legs I'ma rip this shit 'til my bones collapse Give out from underneath me [Verse 3: Eminem] Soon as a verse starts, I eat at an MC's heart What is he thinking? How not to go against me, smart And it's absurd how people hang on every word I'll prob'ly never get the props I feel I ever deserve But I'll never be served, my spot is forever reserved If I ever leave Earth, that would be the death of me first ‘Cause in my heart of hearts I know nothin' could ever be worse That's why I'm clever when I put together every verse My thoughts are sporadic, I act like I'm an addict I rap like I'm addicted to smack like I'm Kim Mathers But I don't wanna go forth and back in constant battles The fact is I would rather sit back and bomb some rappers So this is like a full-blown attack I'm launchin' at 'em The track is on some battlin' raps, who wants some static? ‘Cause I don't really think that the fact that I'm Slim matters A plaque and platinum status is wack if I'm not the baddest, so [Chorus: Nate Dogg & Eminem] 'Til the roof comes off, 'til the lights go out 'Til my legs give out, can't shut my mouth 'Til the smoke clears out, am I high? Perhaps I'ma rip this shit 'til my bones collapse 'Til the roof comes off, 'til the lights go out Until the roof, until the roof 'Til my legs give out, can't shut my mouth The roof comes off, the roof comes off 'Til the smoke clears out, am I high? Perhaps Until my legs, until my legs I'ma rip this shit 'til my bones collapse Give out from underneath me [Outro: Eminem, Nate Dogg, Eminem & Nate Dogg] Until the roof, until the roof The roof comes off, the roof comes off Until my legs, until my legs Give out from underneath me I, I will not fall, I will stand tall Feels like no one could beat me

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O.P.P.

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Naughty By Nature

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[Intro: Treach] Arm me with harmony Dave, drop a load on 'em [Verse 1: Treach] O.P.P., how can I explain it? I'll take it, frame by frame it To have y'all all jumpin', shoutin', sayin' it O is for "other," P is for "people," scratch your temple The last P, well, that's not that simple, huh It's sort of like, oh well, another way to call a cat a kitten It's five little letters that are missing here You get it on occasion if the other party isn't gaming It seems I gotta start the explaining, bust it You ever had a girl and met her on a nice hello? You get her name and number, then left feeling real mellow You get home, wait a day, she's what you wanna know about Then you call up and it's her girlfriend's or her cousin's house? It's not a front, an F to the R to the O to the N to the T It's just her boyfriend's at her house (Oh, that's why she's scary) It's O.P.P. time, other people's, but you get it There's no room for relationships, there's just room to hit it How many brothers out there know just what I'm getting at? Who think it's wrong 'cause I was splitting and co-hitting that? Well, if you do, that's O.P.P., and you're not down with it But if you don't, here's your membership [Chorus] You down with O.P.P.? (Yeah, you know me) You down with O.P.P.? (Yeah, you know me) You down with O.P.P.? (Yeah, you know me) Who's down with O.P.P.? (Every last homie) You down with O.P.P.? (Yeah, you know me) You down with O.P.P.? (Yeah, you know me) You down with O.P.P.? (Yeah, you know me) Who's down with O.P.P.? (All the homies) [Verse 2: Treach] Well, for the ladies, O.P.P. means something gifted The first two letters the same, but the last is something different It's the longest, loveliest, lean, I call it the leanest It's another five-letter word rhyming with "cleanest" or "meanest" I won't get into that, I'll do it, uh, sort of properly I'll say the last P, hmm, stands for "property" Now lady, here comes a kiss Blow a kiss back to me, now tell me exactly Have you ever known a brother who had another like a girl or wife? And you just had to stop a toast 'cause he looked just that nice? You looked at him, he looked at you, and you knew right away He had someone, but he was gonna be yours anyway You couldn't be seen with him at all and still you didn't care 'Cause in a room behind a door, no one but y'all are there When y'all are finished, y'all can leave and only y'all would know And y'all could throw that skeleton bone right in the closet door Now don't be shy, 'cause if you're down, I want your hands up high Say O.P.P. (O.P.P.), I like to say with pride Now when you do it, do it well and make sure that it counts You're now down with a discount [Chorus] You down with O.P.P.? (Yeah, you know me) You down with O.P.P.? (Yeah, you know me) You down with O.P.P.? (Yeah, you know me) Who's down with O.P.P.? (Every last lady) You down with O.P.P.? (Yeah, you know me) You down with O.P.P.? (Yeah, you know me) You down with O.P.P.? (Yeah, you know me) Who's down with O.P.P.? (All the ladies) [Verse 3: Treach] A scab tried to O.P.P. me, I had a girl and she knew that Matter fact, her and my girl was partners that Had a fall-out, disagreement, yeah, an argument She tried to do me, so we did it in my apartment, bust it That wasn't the thing, it must've been the way she hit the ceiling 'Cause after that she kept on coming back and catching feelings I said, "Let's go, my girl is coming, so you gotta leave" She said, "Oh no, I love you, Treach," I said, "Now, child, please You gots to leave, come grab your coat right now, you gotta go" I said, "Now look, you choose the stairs or choose the stair window This was a fling, a little thing you shouldn't have brought your heart 'Cause you know I was O.P.P., hell, from the very start" Come on, come on, now let me tell you what it's all about When you get down, you can't go 'round runnin' off at the mouth That's rule number one in this O.P.P. establishment You keep your mouth shut and it won't get back to her or him Exciting, isn't it? A special kinda business Many of you will catch the same sorta O.P.P. messing with Him or her, for sure, I'm going to admit it When O.P.P. comes, damn skippy, I'm with it [Chorus] You down with O.P.P.? (Yeah, you know me) You down with O.P.P.? (Yeah, you know me) You down with O.P.P.? (Yeah, you know me) Who's down with O.P.P.? (This whole party) You down with O.P.P.? (Yeah, you know me) You down with O.P.P.? (Yeah, you know me) You down with O.P.P.? (Yeah, you know me) Who's down with O.P.P.? (This whole party) [Outro: Treach] Break it down

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Mathematics

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Yasiin Bey

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[Produced by DJ Premier] [Intro] Bucka-bucka-bucka-bucka-bucka-bucka, haha! You know the deal; it's just me, yo Beats by Su-Primo for all of my people, Negroes and Latinos And even the gringos [Verse 1] Yo, check it 1 for Charlie Hustle, 2 for Steady Rock 3 for the forth-coming live future shock It's 5 dimensions, 6 senses 7 firmaments of heaven and hell 8 million stories to tell 9 planets faithfully keepin' orbit, with the probable 10th The universe expands left The body of my text possess extra strength Power-lift the powerless up out of this towering inferno My ink so hot it burn through the journal I'm blacker than midnight on Broadway and Myrtle Hip-Hop passed all your tall social hurdles Like the nationwide projects-prison-industry complex Working-class poor, better keep your alarm set Streets too loud to ever hear freedom ring Say evacuate your sleep, it's dangerous to dream For ch-ching, cats get the "cha-pow!" You dead now Killing fields need blood to graze the cash cow It's a numbers game, but shit don't add up somehow Like I got 16 to 32 bars to rock it But only 15% of profits ever see my pockets Like 69 billion in the last 20 years Spent on national defense, but folks still live in fear Like nearly half of America's largest cities is one-quarter black That's why they gave Ricky Ross all the crack 16 ounces to a pound, 20 more to a key A 5 minute sentence hearing and you're no longer free 40% of Americans own a cell phone So they can hear everything that you say when you ain't home I guess Michael Jackson was right, you are not alone Rock your hardhat black, 'cause you in the Terrordome Full of hard niggas, large niggas, dice-tumblers Young teens and prison greens facing life numbers Crack mothers, crack babies, and AIDS patients Young bloods can't spell but they could rock you at PlayStation This New Math is whipping motherfuckers' ass You want to know how to rhyme, you better learn how to add It's mathematics [Hook] "The Mighty Mos Def" "It's simple mathematics" "Check it out" "I revolve around science" "What are we talking about here?" "The Mighty Mos Def" "It's simple mathematics" "Check it out" "I revolve around science" "What are we talking about here?" "Do your math, do your math" "1, 2, 3, 4" "What are we talking about here?" [Verse 2] Yo, it's 1 universal law, but 2 sides to every story 3 strikes and you biddin' for life, mandatory 4 MC's murdered in the last 4 years I ain't trying to be the 5th when the millennium is here Yo it's 6 million ways to die, from the 7 deadly thrills 8-year-olds getting found with 9mils It's 10 PM, where your seeds at? What's the deal? He on the hill pumping krills to keep they bellies filled Light in the ass with heavy steel, sights on the pretty shit in life Young soldiers trying to earn they next stripe When the average minimum wage is $5.15 You best believe you've got to find a new grind to get C.R.E.A.M The white unemployment rate is nearly more than triple for black Some front-liners got their gun in your back Bubbling crack, jewel theft and robbery to combat poverty And end up in the global jail economy Stiffer stipulations attached to each sentence Budget cutbacks but increased police presence And even if you get out of prison still livin' Join the other 5 million under state supervision This is business; no faces, just lines and statistics From your phone, your Zip Code, to SSI digits The system break man, child, and women into figures 2 columns for "Who is" and "Who ain't niggas" Numbers is hard and real and they never have feelings But you push too hard, even numbers got limits Why did one straw break the camel's back? Here's the secret The million other straws underneath it It's all mathematics [Hook] "The Mighty Mos Def" "It's simple mathematics" "Check it out" "I revolve around science.." "What are we talking about here?" "The Mighty Mos Def" "It's simple mathematics" "Check it out" "I revolve around science.." "What are we talking about here?" "Do your math, do your math" "1, 2, 3, 4" "What are we talking about here?" [Outro] (Mathematics, mathematics, mathematics...)

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Frowny Face

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Gucci Mane

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[Hook] Homie just texted me Say my nigga flexed him Dummy brick-frowny face Rabbit food-frowny face Say he wanna face me Tell em "Come and skraighten me": SK-frowny face AK-frowny face [Verse 1] Some niggas tried to wet me up Shot up my truck in East Atlanta Want to set me up Bbecause I tricked this nigga in Savannah They put some money on my head I had to move to Alabama Started poppin' with my cousin Mixing 'caine with Arm & Hammer Somebody blooded my face badly My last visit to the slammer But they put me in that hole Because I beat him like a hammer The shooter shot my nigga Juice A couple times over by Gresham Wish I was there just to help him He pushed on, so I respect him Before the fortune and the fame Deep in the game, me and my gang Behind my rights to getting my record They tried to murk me for my chain Two tear drops under my eye Because I wish some days I could cry But to lose my self-respect My nigga, I would rather die. Gucci! [Hook] Homie just texted me Say my nigga flexed him Dummy brick-frowny face Rabbit food-frowny face Say he wanna face me Tell em "Come and skraighten me": SK-frowny face AK-frowny face [Verse 2] My former label didn't trick me They just did what was expected I was self-sufficient before I went independent selling records I know they're kick theyself in the ass I'm playing chess, they playing checkers And they know as well as I I eat they whole roster for breakfast I'm a bouldercrest professor You should sign up this semester That made me laugh cause I'm the king I cut your head off like the jester I'm standing tall as Manute Bol And y'all niggas shorter then Buster I'm the dopeman, y'all the workers So I feed y'all with the extras Like Drake, Trey Songz and Wayne I just wanna be successful Successfully keeping my cool In situations highly stressful I'm Gucci, all about the zeros Comma, number and the decimal So if you looking for a visit to the morgue Then I can help you [Hook] Homie just texted me Say my nigga flexed him Dummy brick-frowny face Rabbit food-frowny face Say he wanna face me Tell em "Come and skraighten me": SK-frowny face AK-frowny face [Bridge] Sitting here on the corner Pumping crack and marijuana You can try me if you wanna But I promise you'll be a goner My rep just won't let you do that I tote two straps, thought you knew that If you come between my crew's stacks (Bricksquad!) I'll lay you flat like a doormat. Gucci!

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Machine Gun Funk

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The Notorious B.I.G.

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[Intro] Yeah [Verse 1] So you wanna be hardcore? With your hat to the back Talkin' about the gats in ya raps But I can't feel that hardcore appeal that you're screamin' Maybe I'm dreamin' This ain't Christopher Williams Still some MC's gotta feel one, caps I gotta peel some To let niggas know that if you fuck with big-and-heavy I get up in that ass like a wedgie Says who? Says me, the lyrical Niggas sayin', "Biggie off the street, it's a miracle!" Left the drugs alone, took the thugs along with me Just for niggas actin' shifty Sticks and stones break bones, but the gat'll kill ya quicker Especially when I'm drunk off the liquor Smokin' funk by the boxes, packin' Glocks-es It's natural to eat you niggas like chocolates The funk, baby [Chorus] "I live for the funk, I'll die for the funk" "I live for the funk, I'll die for the funk" "I live for the funk, I'll die for the funk" "I live for the funk, I'll die for the funk" "I live for the funk, I'll die for the funk" "I live for the funk, I'll die for the funk" "I live for the funk, I'll die for the funk" "I live for the funk, I'll die for the funk" [Verse 2] All I want is bitches, big-booty bitches Used to sell crack so I could stack my riches Now I pack gats to stop all the snitches From stayin' in my business, what is this? Relentless approach to know if I'm broke or not Just 'cause I joke and smoke a lot Don't mean I don't tote the Glock Sixteen shots for my niggas in the pen Until we motherfuckin' meet again, huh I'm doin' rhymes now, fuck the crimes now Come on the Ave, I'm real hard to find now 'Cause I'm knee-deep in the beats In the Land Cruiser Jeep with the MAC-10 by the seats For the jackers, the jealous-ass crackers in the (blue suits) I'll make you prove that it's bulletproof Hold your head 'cause when you hit the bricks I got gin, mad blunts, and bitches suckin' dick The funk, baby [Chorus] "I live for the funk, I'll die for the funk" "I live for the funk, I'll die for the funk" "I live for the funk, I'll die for the funk" "I live for the funk, I'll die for the funk" "I live for the funk, I'll die for the funk" "I live for the funk, I'll die for the funk" (Uh) "I live for the funk, I'll die for the funk" "I live for the funk, I'll die for the funk" [Verse 3] So I guess you know the story, the rap-side, crack-side How I smoke funk, smack bitches on the backside Bed-Stuy, the place where my head rests Fifty-shot clip if a nigga want test The rocket launcher, Biggie stomped ya High as a motherfuckin' helicopter That's why I pack a Nina, fuck a misdemeanor Beatin' motherfuckers like Ike beat Tina "What's love got to do..." When I'm rippin' all through your whole crew? Strapped like Bamboo but I don't sling guns I got bags of funk and it's sellin' by the tons Niggas wanna know how I live the mack life Makin' money, smokin' mics like crack pipes It's type, simple and plain, to maintain I add a little funk to the brain The funk, baby [Chorus] "I live for the funk, I'll die for the funk" "I live for the funk, I'll die for the funk" "I live for the funk, I'll die for the funk" "I live for the funk, I'll die for the funk" "I live for the funk, I'll die for the funk" "I live for the funk, I'll die for the funk" "I live for the funk, I'll die for the funk" "I live for the funk, I'll die for the funk"

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Icy

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Gucci Mane

{Jeezy,Boo,"Lil\\' Will (Dungeon Family)"}

[Intro: Gucci Mane & Lil Will] Gucci Mane La Flare Yeah, where yo ice at? Where yo chain and yo rings at? Where yo bling at? I'm icy, I'm icy, so icy, so icy I'm so icy, I'm icy, so icy, so icy [Chorus: Lil Will & Young Jeezy] All these girls excited Ooh, you know they like it I'm so icy, so icy Girl don't try to fight it All your friends invited (uh, uh-uh, uh, chyeah) I'm so icy, so icy (uh, uh, uh-uh, uh, yeah, ayy, ayy, let's go) [Verse 1: Young Jeezy] Got a house around my neck and my wrist on chill (chill) Any given time, 250 in your grill (a quarter million?) All I do is talk shit (ayy) You can even add a couple grand for my outfit Yeah, you better act like you know man (what?) In my hood they call me Jeezy the Snowman You get it? (get it?) Jeezy the Snowman (chyeah) I'm iced out (ayy), plus I got snow, man (ayy) Let it marinate, y'all niggas slow man (slow man) (Man what the fuck y'all? Dumb ass) I used to get nineteen for a beat (chyeah) Call me Ginuwine, the same ol' G (ol' G) I'm the shit bitch, I need toilet paper (damn) And some air freshener, nigga, fuck a hater These niggas don't like me (why?) I'm with the Gucci Mane and I'm so icy [Chorus: Lil Will] All these girls excited Ooh, you know they like it (ooh, you know they like it) I'm so icy, so icy (I'm so icy, baby) Girl don't try to fight it (don't try to fight it) All your friends invited (all your friends) I'm so icy, so icy (I'm so icy, girl you know I'm icy) [Verse 2: Gucci Mane] She digging my fit, she think I'm the shit (think I'm the shit) Is this the chain on my neck, or the watch in my wrist (the watch in my wrist) Maybe the ice in my ear, or the bracelet (my bracelet) But she look like the type that could take a dick (take the dick) Uh, young Gucci Mane (Gucci Mane) Don't kiss me baby, you can kiss my chain (kiss my chain) Uh, you gotta be a dime piece (dime piece) Just to look at the rocks in my time piece (time piece) Uh, I come through in a drop top Jag (drop top tag) Or a old school Chevy with the antique tags ('tique tags) My pockets so heavy that I can't walk steady (walk steady) Niggas copping ice we done done it already (oh!) Got a gold grill but it's not from Eddie I ride big Chevys cause a nigga ain't petty I'm icy (so icy, so icy), so motherfuckin' snowed up Little kids wanna be like Gucci when they grow up Uh, me, Jeezy and Boo We ain't hatin pussy nigga go and do what you do 'Cause we icy (so icy), so icy (so icy) We icy (so icy), so icy (so icy) [Chorus: Lil Will] All these girls excited Ooh, you know they like it (ooh, you know they like it) I'm so icy, so icy (I'm so icy, baby I'm so icy) Girl don't try to fight it (don't you fight it) All your friends invited (all your friends) I'm so icy, so icy (I'm so icy, I'm so icy) [Verse 3: Boo] Yeah, I'm hoppin' out the range wit the seats piped out You can still see my chain even when the lights out (lights out) 'Cause that's how mobsters do it Spit a little game, give 'em that flossin' music I'm the man from the C-H-I These lames runnin' 'round thinkin' they so fly Got a little buzz but Boo been too high I'm pullin' hoes in the club and I don't even try I guess when she glance at my wrist, she wanna get my dick I tell her holla at Jeezy if you wanna pop Cris Get at Gucci Mane cause he on some hood shit And you know I'm in the cut, grippin' my .45 Like let a nigga trip, nah we ain't runnin' We just takin all your chicks, buyin' drinks, gettin' blunted Groupies, show you how to do this son We throwin' out hundreds while you savin them ones, nigga [Bridge: Lil Will] I got so many rocks, in my chain and watch I know I'm the shit, my chain hang down to my dick I know I'm the bomb, just look at my charm I know I'm the shit, my chain hang down to my dick [Chorus: Lil Will] All these girls excited Ooh, you know they like it (oh you know that them girls like it) I'm so icy, so icy (I'm so icy, baby) Girl don't try to fight it All your friends invited I'm so icy, so icy (I'm so icy, baby I'm so icy) [Outro: Lil Wil] Look at my charm My chain hang down to my dick Hahahaha

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Raindrops

rap

Slaughterhouse

{Novel}

[Hook: Novel] Tear drops in the pillow of my bed Still trying to keep my head up Know you'd rather see me dead And the raindrops keep on falling I said they keep on falling And they keep on falling I said they keep on falling [Verse 1 - Royce Da 5'9"] I'm the product of when a nigga Momma gives up Crying, laying in the trash with the lid shut Ain't got no family my mind is tender my Daddy's invisible my Moms is Brenda, uh If I survive I'ma grow into what Society considers trash the rope is to us That means I'm hanging myself by living The noose is getting murdered, that or going to prison My minds controlled 'fore I learned mind control What you call living life I call dying slow I'm genetically predisposed The reaper the only thing that can ease my soul freezing cold Feeling like I was given life and if I take it at least I chose I'll probably be in heaven when the pain stops 'Till then all I'm hearing is wind and rain drops [Hook - Novel] Tear drops in the pillow of my bed Still trying to keep my head up Know you'd rather see me dead And the raindrops keep on falling I said they keep on falling And they keep on falling I said they keep on falling [Verse 2 - Crooked I] (Cause this is my pain) Dear auntie I still feel your timeless sorrow Before you died it's like your body was mine to borrow Like I jumped in your physical shell While you was going through miserable hell Saying goodbye to tomorrow, everyday it makes me sad, angry, mad How you were sent to Heaven's sacred path Duct taped and gagged plus raped and stabbed Body draped in blood what a fate to have Such a pitiful end I'm popping Ritalin like they skittles cause When I sleep I can feel it again and again and again it's difficult Killing is the wickedest biblical sin I'm talking about momma's identical twin I see your face when I look at her Her reminder of how I've been in the cold Since 14 years old (swear to God) I'll probably be in heaven when the pain stops 'Till then all I'm hearing is wind and raindrops (Rest in peace, Chacha) [Hook - Novel] Tear drops in the pillow of my bed Still trying to keep my head up Know you'd rather see me dead And the raindrops keep on falling I said they keep on falling And they keep on falling I said they keep on falling [Verse 3 - Joe Budden] Nah I ain't move bricks on the Peter Pan No father around to teach me how to be a man We was too high didn't know when we would land Sprinkling coke on the weed so niggas didn't see a plant Alcoholic's child, raised off of sugar water Hid it so you would just thought bout how good he was brought up Coulda woulda oughta one track mind They say man of many hats buys a hooker for a quarter And now I'm writing a book and the hoods the author Called the "Obvious Poker Face The Look of Torture" Teach you how to climb your way out that ditch then Me all I need is this pen and thick skin Being so bright could mean you lit then Cause you start trying to figure out a figment I'll probably be in heaven when the pain stops 'Til then all I hear is wind and rain drops [Hook - Novel] Tear drops in the pillow of my bed Still trying to keep my head up Know you'd rather see me dead And the raindrops keep on falling I said they keep on falling And they keep on falling I said they keep on falling [Verse 4 - Joell Ortiz] (Check it out) I'm still waiting on my dad to get back He went to the store in '84 and I ain't seen him after that Another single mom public assisted the rent wasn't consistent So they had us back and forth to court in the months of the blizzard (Freezing) My sneakers leaned the rubber was missing No one on ones they always jumped me no brothers and sisters to hold me down Along with headphones plugged into a cheap Walkman that ate tapes Gun shots and me sleep walking I hate weights A whole lot of crying police chalking that fate tape Ambulance never on time they like a day late My cousin ain't had to vacate my best friend since age eight Sometimes I can't hold them I kid you not Eyes get swollen holding on that tissue box Somebody get a mop I'll probably be in heaven when the pain stops 'Till then all I'm hearing is wind and raindrops [Hook - Novel] Tear drops in the pillow of my bed Still trying to keep my head up Know you'd rather see me dead And the raindrops keep on falling I said they keep on falling And they keep on falling I said they keep on falling

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Grown Simba

rap

J. Cole

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[Intro] Yeah, yeah Yeah, uh [Verse 1] Now, I was dreaming 'bout a deal at the age of thirteen I was fiending for the mills, I ain't talking Burger King Some of my niggas in the 'Ville, all they did was serve fiends Fuck scales, I had skills, all day rehearsing Them pretty boys had them gals, spent they time flirting All they wanted was some waves like they fucking surfing Hold up, now, don’t get it twisted, I ain't hating, do your thing I was like a young Simba; couldn’t wait to be the king Now, a nigga is the prince Hopped over the fence where the grass way greener Look at shawty ass, way meaner Something like Serena mixed with Trina—have you seen her? She fine enough to be Ms. Howard, word to Adina My money like a senior, watch it graduate Now, it's time to eat, I’m letting all my niggas grab a plate Gravitate to real shit, stay away from phonies These niggas heard about me, now they acting like they know me [Chorus] Keep on saying, “Where you going, nigga?” Shit, it ain't no telling, huh, yeah “Ayy, where you going, nigga?” Hey, it ain't no telling, yeah They keep on saying “Where you going, nigga?” Going, nigga Ayy, it ain't no telling (Yeah) Can’t tell you where I’m going, just know I won't stop Goodbye to the bottom, hello to the top, ugh [Verse 2] Pardon the interruption, a proper introduction is necessary When your shit is legendary, man Greedy niggas wouldn’t let me in the cafeteria'n 'Cause they ain't believe, suddenly they Presbyterian The hoes is librarians; they looking me up She got to Jones like Marion, she licking me up Then we cut, look how she say my name I got her moaning, "J. Cole", they used to say "Jermaine" I never change, I'm like a corpse in a coffin; six feet, shit's deep I was low, just a dollar and some hope fixed me 'Cause I was broke, plus the weed that I would smoke would make it worser Lord, please let my problems disappear like Ron Mercer I’m a star; Converses Conversing with them girls with them curves like cursive They open like curtains 'Cause my shit is unheard of like curses on the radio Same bitches used to play me though [Chorus] Now, they yelling, “Where you going, nigga?” Shit, it ain't no telling, huh, yeah “Ay, where you going, nigga?” Shit, it ain't no telling, yeah They keep on saying “Where you going, nigga?” Going, nigga It ain't no telling, yeah I can’t tell you where I’m going, just know I won't stop Goodbye to the bottom (Yeah), hello to the top, yeah [Verse 3] I left the city for a minute, but it's still on my back Told my niggas "Ay, I'm finna put the Ville on the map I'll be back, and I'm coming with a deal and a plaque." 'Cause I'm ill, bitch, they couldn’t make a pill for the rap Pouring liquor for my niggas that was killed, send 'em back Came home, shit is real, niggas still in the trap Hold up, now, don’t get it twisted, if you slang, do your thing Me, I'm like a young Simba; I can't wait to be the king Witness the dream Straight out that Carolina water, I was brought up In the city where the skinny niggas tryna be the ballers Ain't no fathers, but the skinny niggas tryna hit they daughters Sneaking in her crib, but her momma never caught us What they taught us? Man, them bad bitches only want the ballers, the starters We hooping, now the hoes wanna guard us Ugh, okay, so play D—know what I mean? And I, I, I'll put you on the team Man, this life is but a dream, and I need a fast car Bad broads, fast forward; passport, I'm a fucking rap star [Outro] “Ayy, where you going, nigga?” Shit, it ain't no telling, yeah They say this life is but a dream, well, I need a fast car Bad broads, fast forward; passport, I'm a fucking rap star “Ayy, where you going, nigga?" Yeah, it ain't no telling

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Warrior Pt. 2

rap

Lloyd Banks

{Eminem,"50 Cent","Nate Dogg"}

[Intro: Eminem] Woo!!! Yeah!!! Remix!!! (50 Cent: Ha Ha!!!) Lloyd Banks!!! (Lloyd Banks: Uh Huh!!!) Ha Ha!!! [Verse 1: Eminem] It's like a throne that he don't even own He won't sit down, give him a crown, he just throws it around It’s like a joke, he’s like a king, but he don’t rule a thing He don't want the diamonds, want the gold or want the jewelry He don't want the room, he don't want the loot, he's in it for the sport Running circles 'round his competition on the court He appreciates your support, but he ain't begging for it And you can love it, you can hate it, but you can't ignore it You can't be that ig-nor-ant, though you can try to sell him short But you can't fuck with his last joint or the one before it And he was born to raise hell like them country boys And if I'm fronting, man, you better come confront me for it [Hook: Nate Dogg] This is the story of a warrior, I know you know it True warriors go ahead and make some noise It ain't healthy to be making niggas paranoid Hit your corner with my weapon I don't need my boys I'm doing a hundred tween in the fast lane Kick back just relax let me do my thing Don't give a fuck about you suckers gotta maintain Money, power, and respect in this rap game [Verse 2: Lloyd Banks] He's straight outta a neighborhood where niggas hate To see you blow and eat your dinner off a bigger plate Their stomachs ache while he's lounging in the big estate And he hops in a hundred thousand where the nigga stay Houses with a bigger gate, hounding him's a big mistake He won't surrender he'll rather give up a rib to break Cause he remembers when they wouldn't lend a helping hand Till he was sitting on green like a Celtic fan Created a buzz to where you gotta mention his name When you discussing the illest players that's in the game And he's riding with Em, 50 Cent, Doc and 'em G-Unit Records ain't a motherfucker stopping them [Hook: Nate Dogg] This is the story of a warrior, I know you know it True warriors go ahead and make some noise It ain't healthy to be making niggas paranoid Hit your corner with my weapon I don't need my boys I'm doing a hundred tween in the fast lane Kick back just relax let me do my thing Don't give a fuck about you suckers gotta maintain Money, power, and respect in this rap game [Verse 3: 50 Cent] He's no magician man the kid does something out of nothing So that niggas from his hood act like he owes him something They talk crazy till they send niggas to where to buck him Ask him if it's a problem and he'll say "nah, it's nothing" He was gonna help 'em out but since they fronted fuck 'em He don't care how they feel they can hate him or love him He held his own on his own the kid is really thugging He's rich now, he ain't changed so niggas think he bugging He bulletproof everything cause niggas try and buck him Keeps two pistols on his hip I'll show you where he tuck 'em Niggas say they gon' get at him but they can't touch him Try to catch him slipping they creep in and he start bussing [Hook: Nate Dogg] This is the story of a warrior, I know you know it True warriors go ahead and make some noise It ain't healthy to be making niggas paranoid Hit your corner with my weapon I don't need my boys I'm doing a hundred tween in the fast lane Kick back just relax let me do my thing Don't give a fuck about you suckers gotta maintain Money, power, and respect in this rap game [Outro: Nate Dogg] I can give you niggas something you can talk about I can turn your smile upside down You ain't no G you a fucking clown I can take your girl and tu-turn her out Don't hold it in let it all out I can give you fuckers something to be mad about Invite her in send her back out With my DNA all in her mouth

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Stay Wide Awake

rap

Eminem

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[Intro] Yo, yo, follow me (follow me) Come with me to the dark side of the force No man would boldly go to this place The devil only knows of this world So dark and, oh, so cold, it's, oh, so cold Oh, so cold, oh [Pre-Chorus] Soon as my flow starts, I compose art like the ghost of Mozart Even though they all say that they're real, I know that most aren't Boy, you think you're clever, don't ya? Girl, you think you're so smart Come with me to another side in a world so cold and so dark [Chorus] (Stay wide awake) A world so dark, a world so cold A world where on-ly some will go (Stay wide awake) But none return, when will they learn? Where do they go? God only knows (Stay wide awake) [Verse 1] Fe-fi-fo-fum, I think I smell the scent of a placenta I enter Central Park, it's dark, it's winter in December I see my target, put my car in park, and approach a tender Young girl by the name of Brenda, and I pretend to befriend her Sit down beside her like a spider, hi there girl, you mighta Heard of me before, see whore, you're the kind of girl that I'd a– -ssault and rape, then figure why not try to make your pussy wider Fuck you with an umbrella then open it up while the shit's inside ya I'm the kind of guy that's mild but I might flip and get a little bit wilder Impregnate a lesbian, yeah, now let's see her have triplets, and I'll di– -sintegrate them babies as soon as they're out her with formalde– -hyde and cyanide, girl, you can try and hide, you can try to scream louder No need for no gunpowder, that only takes all the fun out of Murderin', I'd rather go vinn-vinn, and now you see just how the Fuck I do just what I do when I cut right through your scalp, uhh Shit, wait a minute, I mean skull, my knife seems dull, pull another one out, uh [Pre-Chorus] Soon as my flow starts I compose art like the ghost of Mozart Even though they all say that they're real, I know that most aren't Boy, you think you're clever, don't ya? Girl, you think you're so smart Come with me to another side in a world so cold and so dark [Chorus] (Stay wide awake) A world so dark, a world so cold A world where on-ly some will go (Stay wide awake) But none return, when will they learn? Where do they go? God only knows (Stay wide awake) [Verse 2] So dark and so cold, my friends don't know this other side of me There's a monster inside of me, it's quite ugly and it frightens me But they can't see what I can see, there's a vacancy in my tummy It's makin' me play hide-and-seek like Jason, I'm so hungry She's naked, see, no privacy, but I can see she wants me So patient, see, I try to be, but gee, why does she taunt me? Pulls the drapes and she goes right to sleep and I creep right through the front, see So blatantly, but silently 'cause I know that she's sound 'sleep "Who's wakin' me so violently, and why's he on top of me?" "He's rapin' me," she tries to scream, "Somebody please get him off me He's tapin' me, he's bitin' me, he's laughin' like it's funny" She's scrapin' me, she's fightin' me, she's scratchin' like some dumb freak Escapin' me, no dice, you see, I might just be Ted Bundy Or Satan, gee, what a sight to see, I'm dancin' in my red panties I'm crazy, but it's alright with me, man, life can be so empty Stay away from me 'cause I'm dancin' to quite a different drum beat [Pre-Chorus] Soon as my flow starts I compose art like the ghost of Mozart Even though they all say that they're real, I know that most aren't Boy, you think you're clever, don't ya? Girl, you think you're so smart Come with me to another side in a world so cold and so dark [Chorus] (Stay wide awake) A world so dark, a world so cold A world where on-ly some will go (Stay wide awake) But none return, when will they learn? Where do they go? God only knows (Stay wide awake) [Verse 3] Better try to stay wide awake or you might end up found dead by the lake Soon as you lay me down to sleep, bitch, your soul I'ma try to take Pray for light of day right away, why do they try to fight today? I must make them pay twice as much, might as well put the knife away Now I use power tools, how 'bout now, are you in the shower? Scour you for six hours 'til outage of power outlets How did you figure out I was down in your basement? Now ya Must've just heard the sound of my stomach growlin' from down there Prowler, there's no one fouler, bound ya, that's how they found ya Face down in the tub, I drown ya with piles of downers around ya Such nostalgia and power, such prowess, look how you cower Jump out on you now like I was a Jawa from fuckin' Star Wars Jabba the Hutt, biddy-bye-bye, biddy-bye-bye, it's time to die-die Ought to not even bother to scream, it don't even matter Amazing when grazin' skin with these razor blades he waves at ya Not ya everyday Damien, bathe me in holy water Nothing like Son of Sam, so please understand there's no gun in hand Where's the thrill in the hunt? There's no fun in that, here I come with axe Fun to act like lumberjack when I'm hackin' 'em up with that What was that? Dial 9-1-1, someone's comin' in from the back [Pre-Chorus] Soon as my flow starts I compose art like the ghost of Mozart Even though they all say that they're real, I know that most aren't Boy, you think you're clever, don't ya? Girl, you think you're so smart Come with me to another side in a world so cold and so dark [Chorus] (Stay wide awake) A world so dark, a world so cold A world where on-ly some will go (Stay wide awake) But none return, when will they learn? Where do they go? God only knows (Stay wide awake)

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Good Dank

rap

Wiz Khalifa

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[Intro] Yeah Ten steps ahead of these niggas That's why they fuck with me instead of these niggas Fool Kush and orange juice, nigga I'm tryna use better words... Bitch Jerm on the boards This time around we want all the money You niggas short changin' and shit Show somethin' Champagne and E-Z widers Presidential views [Verse 1] I keeps it real, nothin' like you actors do Joints I flick Bomb raps I kicks off Can't rip this off Tag on your mattress, fool You'd rather be high This that shit, bitch Now you in the presence of the fly Louis cover my eyes Not them hundred dollar Ray-Bans Fam, these 675 Rap ass niggas tellin you lies Runnin' game, some things money just can't disguise That's why keepin' it G is where I keep my pride You a lame, cause I'm good wit a couple niggas who ride Look fella Trees yellin' Just by the smell you can tell us Chronic I smoke hella My pockets want mozzarella Your bitch here twistin' up like propellers Got my paper right Now we like white boy hair the way they jeal-ous [Hook] When we come we came to spend money We think it ain't nothin' that's why we get to cuffin' their hoes She comin' to drank and smoke some of this good dank Then go back to my place don't ask you already know Ain't worried 'bout another nigga While I'm gettin mine homie I ain't got the time Face in the clouds I'm feelin' like time is on my side But they don't wanna see me fly They don't wanna see me fly The life is all I know To live this way, I chose Grindin' paid its toll Oh, oh Now everywhere I go I fly [Verse 2] Most of my bitches use and abuse These niggas, call it making 'em pay they dues Spendin' all your hard-earned money on bags and shoes When all they really need is kush and orange juice Shit, that's what I feed 'em They download my songs Watch my interviews and read 'em Treat her like you love her I fuck her once then I don't need her I'm playin' I keep a couple of them skinnies That I hit up anytime I'm in they city Shorty, I ain't on no sports team, but ya nigga ballin Don't pick up my line less I see its money callin' Jordan shorts by the pair and my socks is Ralph Lauren And I got that there from my nigga down New Orleans Real as they come, every one of my niggas all in Niggas'll talk slick, but me I'm gettin to the paper Cause they see us and act like they never hated Gang, gang [Hook] When we come we came to spend money We think it ain't nothin' that's why we get to cuffin their hoes She comin' to drank and smoke some of this good dank Then go back to my place don't ask you already know Ain't worried 'bout another nigga While I'm gettin mine homie I ain't got the time Face in the clouds I'm feelin' like time is on my side But they don't wanna see me fly They don't wanna see me fly The life is all I know To live this way, I chose Grindin' paid its toll Oh, oh Now everywhere I go I fly [Outro] Taylor gang in this bitch you a fool Big bags of kush, put a x in the middle Add the orange juice nigga

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Miracles

rap

Insane Clown Posse

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[Intro: Violent J & Shaggy 2 Dope] We got a theory You see, Mike, we got a theory About magic, and miracles That's right, that's right [Verse 1: Violent J & Shaggy 2 Dope] If magic is all we've ever known Then it's easy to miss what really goes on But I've seen miracles in every way And I see miracles every day Oceans spanning beyond my sight And a million stars way above 'em at night We don't have to be high to look in the sky And know that's a miracle opened wide Look at the mountains, trees, the seven seas And everything chilling underwater, please! Hot lava, snow, rain and fog Long neck giraffes, pet cats and dogs And I've seen eighty-five thousand people All in one room, together as equal Pure magic is the birth of my kids I've seen shit that'll shock your eyelids The sun and the moon, and even Mars The Milky Way and fucking shooting stars UFOs, a river flows Plant a little seed and nature grows Niagara Falls and the pyramids Everything you believed in as kids Fucking rainbows, after it rains There's enough miracles here to blow your brains I fed a fish to a pelican at Frisco Bay It tried to eat my cell phone, he ran away And music is magic, pure and clean You can feel it and hear it but it can't be seen [Chorus: Violent J & Shaggy 2 Dope] (Are you a believer in miracles?) Music is all magic You can't even hold it (Do you notice and recognize miracles?) It's just there in the air (Are you a believer in miracles?) Pure motherfuckin' magic. Right? This shit'll blow your motherfuckin' mind (Do you notice and recognize miracles?) [Verse 2: Violent J & Shaggy 2 Dope] Music is a lot like love, it's all a feeling And it fills the room from the floor to the ceiling I see miracles all around me Stop and look around, it's all astounding Water, fire, air and dirt Fucking magnets, how do they work? And I don't wanna talk to a scientist Y'all motherfuckers lying, and getting me pissed Solar eclipse, and vicious weather Fifteen thousand Juggalos together And I love my mom, for giving me this Time on this planet, taking nothing for granted I seen a caterpillar turn into a butterfly Miracles ain't nothing to lie Shaggy's little boys look just like Shaggy And my little boy looks just like daddy Miracles each and everywhere you look And nobody has to stay where they put This world is yours, for you to explore It's nothing but miracles beyond your door The Dark Carnival is your invitation To witness that without explanation Take a look at this fine creation And enjoy it better with appreciation Crows, ghosts, the midnight coast The wonders of the world, mysteries the most Just open your mind, and it ain't no way To ignore the miracles of every day And that's real [Chorus: Violent J & Shaggy 2 Dope] (Are you a believer in miracles?) Magic everywhere in this bitch (Do you notice and recognize miracles?) It's all around you, you don't even know it (Are you a believer in miracles?) Shit's crazy (Do you notice and recognize miracles?) (So many miracles, the magic miracles) [Outro] Are you a believer in miracles? Do you have time for the miracles? Do you notice and recognize miracles? So many miracles, the magic miracles [Skit] Well, we're here! We came all the way to Ash, Nevada! Come on! Where's the show and where's our money? I came all the way from England! Where's me bloody 'undred thousand pounds? What I wanna know is where in hell is my goddamn hundred thousand dollars? And where can I get some beer in this motherfucker? I thought this was a carnival. Where's all the sexy kids at? Don't tell me I brought all this candy for nothing! I didn't come all this way to stand around here with all these goddamn tadpoles! Let's get a move on! Start this shit so we can get paid! We came a long way to see this shit! It'd better be worth it, or Imma kill somebody! Fuck that!

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Full Clip

rap

Gang Starr

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[Intro: DJ Premier] Big L, rest in peace! Do you wanna mess with this I'm one of the best yet We got it You can feel the realness In this business of rap Go ahead [Verse 1: Guru] Fresh out the gate again, time to raise the stakes again Fatten my plate again, y'all cats know we always play to win G-A-N-G to the Starr, son Haters took this shit too far, son So that's all for you, I'm wipin' out your whole team I'll splatter your dreams with lyrics to shatter your schemes The badder you seem, the more lies you tell The more lies you sell, and by surprise, you fell Into my deathtrap, right into my clutches Stupid, you know the God must bless Every single mic he touches I've suffered, just so I could return harder Wanna be the shit starter, fuck around, make you a martyr I make you famous, turn around, then make you nameless ‘Cause you never understood how vital to me this rap game is Save it and hold that, you catch a hot one Rhymes chase a fake nigga down soon as I spot one [Chorus: DJ Premier] Full clip, do you wanna mess with this? Gang Starr, I'm one of the best yet I'm nice like that It's all good in this business of rep Full clip, do you wanna mess with this? Gang Starr, I'm one of the best yet I'm nice like that It's all good, so I suggest you take a rest [Verse 2: Guru] So if you stand in my way, I'ma have to spray Learn that if you come against me, son, you're gonna have to pray Since back in the day I held the weight and kept my head up They wanna see the god catch an L, it's all a set-up I give no man or thing power over me Why these niggas so jealous and looking sour over me? I'm bolder, G, I'm like impossible to stop I'm like that nigga in the ring with you impossible to drop I'm like two magazines fully-loaded to your one Plus, I ain't gonna quit spittin' 'til you're done Plus, more than ever I got my whole shit together More than a decade of hits that'll live forever Catchin' rep off my name, you're bound to fry Know how many niggas that I know is down to die? We never fail, and we ain't never been frail You niggas talk crime, but you scared of jail [Chorus: DJ Premier] Full clip, do you wanna mess with this? Gang Starr, I'm one of the best yet I'm nice like that It's all good in this business of rep Full clip, do you wanna mess with this? Gang Starr, I'm one of the best yet I'm nice like that It's all good So I suggest you take a rest [Verse 3: Guru] Attackin' like a slick Apache, lyrics are trigger-happy Blowing back your wig piece Just for the way you're looking at me Cock back, blaow, I hit you up right now I don't know why so many of y'all wanna be thugs anyhow Face the consequence of your childish nonsense I could make your head explode just by my lyrical content Get you in my scope and metaphorically snipe ya I never liked ya, I gas that ass and then ignite ya The flamethrower, make your peeps afraid to know ya How many times I told ya? Play your position, small soldier! My heart is colder, makes me wanna resort to violence Stop beating me in the head, son, nah, I'm not buyin' it I'm ready to blast, ready to surpass and harass I'm ready to flip, yeah, I'm ready to dip with all the cash I hold my chrome steady with a tight grip So watch your dome already, 'cause this one might hit [Chorus: DJ Premier] Full clip, do you wanna mess with this? Gang Starr, I'm one of the best yet I'm nice like that It's all good in this business of rap Full clip, do you wanna mess with this? Gang Starr, I'm one of the best yet (The-the-the best yet) I'm nice like that It's all good, so I suggest you take a rest F-f-f-full clip, f-f-f-full clip

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Mass Appeal

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Gang Starr

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[Produced by DJ Premier & Guru] [Hook] "Money's growin' like grass with the mass appeal" "Money's growin' like grass with the mass appeal" "Money's growin' like grass with the mass appeal" "Money's growin' like grass with the mass appeal" [Verse 1] No way, you'll never make it Come with the weak shit, I'll break it Step into my zone, mad rhymes will stifle ya Lines like rifles go blast when I kick some ass A lot of rappers be like one-time wonders Couldn't say a fly rhyme if there was one right under their noses I hate those motherfuckin' posers But I'm so real to them it's scary And with my unique skills, nah, you can't compare me And no, we don't make wack tracks And all the suckers get pushed back when I'm kickin' real facts I represent, set up shit like a tent, boy You're paranoid 'cause you're a son like Elroy And you'd be happy as hell to get a record deal Maybe your soul you'd sell to have mass appeal [Hook] "Money's growin' like grass with the mass appeal" "Money's growin' like grass with the mass appeal" [Verse 2] Oh yes, I'm greater than all MC's when I breeze Give me room, please I be like fascinatin' when I be updatin' Cuttin' off wack kids, pullin' their trump cards I thump hard, and make 'em say that I'm God Niggas be pretendin' they're hardcore Never know the meanin' of (raw) But I get props like a slogan And no man could ever try to diss when I kicks my jam Lyrically def and connectin', complete mic-wreckin' No double-checkin', vocals kill like weapons But if I have to, I go all out with no mic Yeah, that's right, 'cause I survived mad fights And for my peeps I truly care 'Cause without some of them I wouldn't be here And they all know how I feel 'Cause suckers be like playin' themselves to have mass appeal [Hook] "Money's growin' like grass with the mass appeal" "Money's growin' like grass with the mass appeal" "Money's growin' like grass with the mass appeal" "Money's growin' like grass with the mass appeal" [Verse 3] I know I'm dope, but don't wet that I've suffered setbacks, but now I'm makin' greenbacks Just like baggy slacks, I'm crazy hip-hop Check one two and you don't stop Your head'll bop when I drop my crop of pure bomb Just like the seashore, I'm calm but wild With my monotone style Because I don't need gimmicks Gimme a fly beat and I'm all in it Word is bond, I go on and on For you it's tragic, I got magic like wands So I'ma end this lecture and I bet ya Those who kick dirt, in due time I'm gonna get ya 'Cause I be kickin' the real While they be losin' the race tryin' to chase mass appeal [Hook] "Money's growin' like grass with the mass appeal" "Money's growin' like grass with the mass appeal" "Money's growin' like grass with the mass appeal" "Money's growin' like grass with the mass appeal"

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B.O.B.

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[Intro: André 3000] One, two One, two, three, yeah! [Verse 1: André 3000] Inslumnational, underground Thunder pounds when I stomp the ground (Whoo!) Like a million elephants or silverback orangutan You can't stop the train Who want some don't come unprepared I'll be there, but when I leave there Bet I'll be a household name Weather man tellin' us it ain't gon' rain So now we sittin' in a drop-top, soakin' wet In a silk suit, tryin' not to sweat Hit somersaults without the net But this'll be the year that we won't forget 1-9-9-9 Anno Domini, anything goes Be what you wanna be as long as you know Consequences are given for livin' The fence is too high to jump in jail Too low to dig, I might just touch hell—hot! Get a life, now they on sale Then I might cast you a spell Look at what came in the mail A scale and some Arm & Hammer Soul-gold grill and a baby mama Black Cadillac and a pack of Pampers Stack of questions with no answers Cure for cancer, cure for AIDS Make a nigga wanna stay on tour for days Get back home, things are wrong Well not really, it was bad all along Before you left adds up to a ball of power Thoughts at a thousand miles per hour Hello, ghetto, let your brain breathe Believe there's always more, ha! [Hook: André 3000 + Morris Brown College Gospel Choir] Don't pull the thang out, unless you plan to bang Bombs over Baghdad! Yeah, don't even bang unless you plan to hit something Bombs over Baghdad! Don't pull the thang out, unless you plan to bang Bombs over Baghdad! Yeah, don't even bang unless you plan to hit something Bombs over Baghdad! [Verse 2: Big Boi] Uno, dos, tres, it's on Did you ever think a pimp rock a microphone? Like that there boy and will still stay street Big things happen every time we meet Like a track team, crack fiend dying to geek OutKast bumpin' up and down the street Slant back Cadillac, 'bout five niggas deep 75 MCs freestyling to the beat 'Cause we get crunk, stay drunk, at the club Should've bought an ounce, but you copped a dub Should've held back, but you throwed the punch Supposed to meet your girl but you packed a lunch No D to the U to the G for you Got a son on the way by the name of Bamboo Got a little baby girl, four-year—Jordan Never turned my back on my kids, for them Should've hit it, quit it, rag-top Before you re-up, get a laptop Make a business for yourself, boy, set some goals Make a fat diamond out of dusty coal Record number four, but we on a roll Hold up, slow up, stop, "Control" Like Janet, Planet, Stankonia's on ya Moving like Floyd, comin' straight to Florida Lock all your windows, then block the corridors Pullin' off my belt 'cause a whipping's in order Like a three-piece fish before I cut your daughter Yo quiero Taco Bell, then I hit the border Pitty-pat rappers trying to get to five I'm a microphone fiend tryin' to stay alive When you come to ATL, boy, you better not hide 'Cause the Dungeon Family gon' ride, ha! [Hook: André 3000 + Morris Brown College Gospel Choir] Don't pull the thang out, unless you plan to bang Bombs over Baghdad! Yeah, don't even bang unless you plan to hit something Bombs over Baghdad! Don't pull the thang out, unless you plan to bang Bombs over Baghdad! Yeah, don't even bang unless you plan to hit something Bombs over Baghdad! [Break: Morris Brown College Gospel Choir] Bombs over Baghdad! Bombs over Baghdad! Bombs over Baghdad! Bombs over Baghdad! [Outro: André 3000 + Morris Brown College Gospel Choir] Bob your head, rag-top Bob your head, rag-top Bob your head, rag-top Bob your head, rag-top Bob your head, rag-top Bob your head, rag-top Bob your head, rag-top Bob your head, rag-top Bob your head, rag-top Bob your head, rag-top Bob your head, rag-top Bob your head, rag-top Bob your head, rag-top Bob your head, rag-top Bob your head, rag-top Bob your head, rag-top Power music, electric revival Power music, electric revival Power music, electric revival Power music, electric revival Power music, electric revival Power music, electric revival Power music, electric revival Power music, electric revival Power music, electric revival

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Rosa Parks

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[Intro: André 3000 + Debra Killings] Uh-huh, uh-huh, baby, yeah, yeah Cut it up, oh, oh, oh! Uh-huh, yeah, yeah, baby, uh-huh Uh-cracka, lacka-lacka-lacka, cracka, lacka-lacka-lacka Uh-huh, baby, uh-huh, yeah, yeah Uh-cracka, lacka-lacka-lacka, cracka, lacka-lacka-lacka Baby, yeah, yeah, uh-huh, uh-huh [Chorus: Big Boi] Ah ha, hush that fuss Everybody move to the back of the bus Do you wanna bump and slump with us? We the type of people make the club get crunk Ah ha, hush that fuss Everybody move to the back of the bus Do you wanna bump and slump with us? We the type of people make the club get crunk [Verse 1: Big Boi] Many a day has passed, the night has gone by But still I find the time to put that bump off in your eye Total chaos, for these playas, thought we was absent We takin' another route to represent the Dungeon Family Like Great Day, me and my nigga decide to take the back way We stabbin' every city then we headed to that Bat cave ATL, Georgia, what do we do for ya? Bulldoggin' hoes like them Georgetown Hoyas Boy, you sounding silly, think my Brougham ain't sittin' pretty Doing doughnuts 'round you suckas like them circles around titties Damn, we, the committee, gon' burn it down But us gon' bust you in the mouth with the chorus now, say [Chorus: Big Boi] Ah ha, hush that fuss Everybody move to the back of the bus Do you wanna bump and slump with us? We the type of people make the club get crunk Say, ah ha, hush that fuss Everybody move to the back of the bus Do you wanna bump and slump with us? We the type of people make the club get crunk [Verse 2: André 3000] I met a gypsy and she hipped me to some life game To stimulate then activate the left and right brain Said, "Baby boy, you only funky as your last cut You focus on the past, your ass'll be a 'has-what'" That's one to live or either that's one to die to I try to just throw it at you, determine your own adventure André, got to her station, here's my destination she got off the bus The conversation lingered in my head for hours took a shower Kinda sour 'cause my favorite group ain't comin' wit it But I'm witcha 'cause you probably goin' through it anyway But anyhow, when in doubt, went on out and bought it Cause I thought it would be jammin' But examine all the flawsky-wawsky Awfully sad and it's costly, but that's all she Wrote and I hope I never have to float in that boat Up shit's creek, "It's weak" is the last quote That I wanna hear when I'm goin' down When all's said and done and we got a new joe in town When the record player get to skippin' and slowin' down All y'all can say is, "Them niggas earned that crown", but until then [Chorus: Big Boi] Ah ha, hush that fuss Everybody move to the back of the bus Do you wanna bump and slump with us? We the type of people make the club get crunk Say ah ha, hush that fuss Everybody move to the back of the bus Do you wanna bump and slump with us? We the type of people make the club get crunk [Harmonica Solo: Pastor Robert Hodo] [Chorus: Big Boi] Ah ha, hush that fuss Everybody move to the back of the bus Do you wanna bump and slump with us? We the type of people make the club get crunk Say ah ha, hush that fuss Everybody move to the back of the bus Do you wanna bump and slump with us? We the type of people make the club get crunk [Outro: Debra Killings, Big Boi] Uh-huh, uh-huh, baby, yeah, yeah Uh-huh, yeah, yeah, baby, uh-huh Uh-huh, baby, uh-huh, yeah, yeah Baby, yeah, yeah, uh-huh, uh-huh Uh-huh, uh-huh, baby, yeah, yeah Ah ha, hush that fuss, everybody move to the back of the bus Uh-huh, yeah, yeah, baby, uh-huh Do you wanna bump and slump with us? We the type of people make the club get crunk Uh-huh, baby, uh-huh, yeah, yeah Say ah ha, hush that fuss, everybody move to the back of the bus Baby, yeah, yeah, uh-huh, uh-huh Do you wanna bump and slump with us? We the type of people make the club get crunk [Guitar Solo: Martin Terry] [Skit: Raekwon & Big Boi] It's just major right here, you know what I'm saying, yo son, my niggas, your niggas is on it man, straight up man Word man, glad we got together to do this, you know on time-outs, everybody North, South, East, West, you know what I'm saying, we doing this thing right here straight up for hip-hop We handling the Earth right now you niggas don't even know For sure You know what I mean? If it wasn't for us tryna enlighten y'all niggas with all types of flows and flavors, the game wouldn't be the same You gotta keep it innovative and new, creative. You know what I'm sayin'? Some people don't wanna hear the same old thing over and over No doubt, you gotta come provocative nigga, know what I mean? Shit gotta be spine-tingling with mad styles and crazy dangerous, I mean, bust-ya-shit-open beats, you know what I mean? It's like yo, niggas don't even know, son, yo we gon' play some funky shit for ya That's right Straight up, pay up, pay up nigga From East Point to Shaolin, y'all better know that, yeah! Hit this Henny

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Ms. Jackson

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[Intro: André 3000] Yeah, this one right here goes out To all the baby's mamas' mamas Mamas, mamas, baby mamas' mamas Yeah, go like this [Chorus: André 3000] I'm sorry, Ms. Jackson, ooh, I am for real Never meant to make your daughter cry I apologize a trillion times I'm sorry, Ms. Jackson, ooh, I am for real Never meant to make your daughter cry I apologize a trillion times [Verse 1: Big Boi] My baby's drama mama don't like me She be doin' things like havin' them boys Come from her neighborhood to the studio, tryna fight me She needs to get a piece of the American pie and take her bite out That's my house, I'll disconnect the cable and turn the lights out And let her know her grandchild is a baby and not a pay check Private school, daycare, shit, medical bills—I pay that I love your mom and everything But see, I ain't the only one who laid down She wanna rib you up to start a custody war My lawyers stay down She never got a chance to hear my side of the story We was divided She had fish fries, cookouts for my child's birthday, I ain't invited Despite it I show her the utmost respect when I fall through All you, do is defend that lady when I call you, yeah [Chorus: André 3000] I'm sorry, Ms. Jackson, ooh, I am for real Never meant to make your daughter cry I apologize a trillion times I'm sorry, Ms. Jackson, ooh, I am for real Never meant to make your daughter cry I apologize a trillion times [Bridge: André 3000] Me and your daughter got a special thang goin' on You say it's puppy love; we say it's full-grown (Arroof) Hope that we feel this, feel this way forever You can plan a pretty picnic but you can't predict the weather Ms. Jackson [Verse 2: André 3000] Ten times out of nine, now if I'm lyin', find The quickest muzzle, throw it on my mouth and I'll decline King meets queen, then the puppy love thing Together dream 'bout that crib with the Goodyear swing On the oak tree, I hope we feel like this forever Forever, forever ever? Forever, ever? Forever never seems that long until you're grown And notice that the day-by-day ruler can't be too wrong Ms. Jackson, my intentions were good, I wish I could Become a magician to abracadabra all the sadder Thoughts of me, thoughts of she, thoughts of he Asking what happened to the feeling that her and me had I pray so much about it, need some knee pads It happened for a reason, one can't be mad So know this, know that everything's cool And yes, I will be present on the first day of school and graduation [Chorus: André 3000] I'm sorry, Ms. Jackson, ooh, I am for real Never meant to make your daughter cry I apologize a trillion times I'm sorry, Ms. Jackson, ooh, I am for real Never meant to make your daughter cry I apologize a trillion times [Verse 3: Big Boi] "Look at the way he treats me" Shit, look at the way you treat me You see, your little nosy-ass homegirls Done got your ass sent up the creek, G Without a paddle, you left to straddle and ride this thing on out Now you and your girl ain't speakin' no more 'Cause my dick all in her mouth Know what I'm talkin' about? Jealousy, infidelity, envy, cheating, beating In the year 2G, they be the same thing So who you placin' the blame on? You keep on singin' the same song; let bygones be bygones And you can go on and get the hell on, you and your mama [Chorus: André 3000] I'm sorry, Ms. Jackson, ooh, I am for real Never meant to make your daughter cry I apologize a trillion times I'm sorry, Ms. Jackson, ooh, I am for real Never meant to make your daughter cry I apologize a trillion times I'm sorry, Ms. Jackson, ooh, I am for real Never meant to make your daughter cry I apologize a trillion times I'm sorry, Ms. Jackson, ooh, I am for real Never meant to make your daughter cry I apologize a trillion times

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Rappers Delight

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Sugarhill Gang

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[Chorus: Wonder Mike] I said a hip-hop, the hippie, the hippie To the hip, hip-hop and you don't stop the rockin' To the bang-bang boogie, say up jump the boogie To the rhythm of the boogie, the beat [Verse 1: Wonder Mike] Now, what you hear is not a test, I'm rapping to the beat And me, the groove, and my friends are gonna try to move your feet You see, I am Wonder Mike and I'd like to say hello A to the black, to the white, the red and the brown, the purple and yellow But first, I gotta bang-bang the boogie to the boogie Say up jump the boogie to the bang-bang boogie Let's rock, you don't stop Rock the rhythm that'll make your body rock Well so far you've heard my voice, a but I brought two friends along And next on the mic is my man Hank, come on, Hank, sing that song [Verse 2: Big Bank Hank] Check it out, I'm the C-A-S-AN, the O-V-A and the rest is F-L-Y You see, I go by the code of the doctor of the mix and these reasons I'll tell you why You see I'm six foot one and I'm tons of fun and I dress to a tee You see, I got more clothes than Muhammad Ali and I dress so viciously I got bodyguards, I got two big cars, that definitely ain't the wack I got a Lincoln continental and a sunroof Cadillac So after school, I take a dip in the pool, which is really on the wall I got a color TV so I can see the Knicks play basketball Hear me talking 'bout checkbooks, credit cards, more money a than a sucker could ever spend But I wouldn't give a sucker or a bum from the Rucker, not a dime 'til I made it again [Chorus: Big Bank Hank] Everybody go, "Hotel, motel, whatcha gonna do today?" (Say what?) 'Cause I'ma get a fly girl, gonna get some spank and drive off in a def OJ Everybody go, "Hotel, motel, Holiday Inn" You see, if your girl starts acting up, then you take her friend [Post-Chorus: Big Bank Hank] A Master Gee, a my mellow? It's on you so what you gonna do? [Verse 3: Master Gee] Well it's on and on and on, on and on The beat don't stop until the break of dawn I said a M-A-S, a T-E-R, a G with a double E I said I go by the unforgettable name of the man they call the Master Gee Well, my name is known all over the world By all the foxy ladies and the pretty girls I'm going down in history As the baddest rapper there ever could be Now I'm feeling the highs and you're feeling the lows The beat starts getting into your toes You start popping your fingers and stomping your feet And moving your body while you're sitting in your seat And then damn, you start doing the freak I said damn, a right outta your seat Then you throw your hands high in the air You're rocking to the rhythm, shake your derriere You're rocking to the beat without a care With the sure-shot MCs for the affair Now, I'm not as tall as the rest of the gang But I rap to the beat just the same I got a little face and a pair of brown eyes All I'm here to do ladies is hypnotize Singing on and on and on, on and on The beat don't stop until the break of dawn A singing on and on and on, on and on Like a hot ready to pop the pop the pop dibbie dibbie Pop the pop, pop, you don't dare stop A come alive, y'all gimme what you got I guess by now you can take a hunch And find that I am the baby of the bunch But that's okay, I still keep in stride 'Cause all I'm here to do is just a wiggle your behind Singing on and on and on, on and on The beat don't stop until the break of dawn A singing on and on and on, on and on Rock-rock, y'all, a get on the floor [Chorus: Master Gee] I'm gonna freak ya here, I'm gonna freak you there I'm gonna move you outta this atmosphere [Post-Chorus: Master Gee] 'Cause I'm one of a kind and I'll shock your mind I'll put the t-t-tickets in your behind I said a 1-2-3-4, come on, girls, a get on the floor A come alive, y'all, a gimme what ya got 'Cause I'm guaranteed to make you rock I said 1-2-3-4, tell me Wonder Mike what are you waiting for? [Chorus: Wonder Mike] Said a hip-hop, the hippie to the hippie The hip, hip-a-hop and you don't stop rockin' To the bang-bang, the boogie, say up jump the boogie To the rhythm of the boogie, the beat [Verse 4: Wonder Mike] A-skiddlee bebop, we rock a scooby doo And guess what, America, we love you A 'cause ya rock and a roll with a so much soul You could rock 'til you're hundred and one years old I don't mean to brag, I don't mean to boast But we're like hot butter on a breakfast toast We rock it up, a baby bubba Baby bubba to the boogie, the bang-bang, the boogie To the beat, beat, it's so unique Come on, everybody, and dance to the beat [Instrumental Bridge] [Chorus: Wonder Mike] A hip-hop, the hippie, the hippie To the hip, hip-hop and you don't stop A rock it out, baby bubba, to the boogie, the bang-bang The boogie to the boogie, the beat [Verse 5: Wonder Mike] I say I can't wait 'til the end of the week When I'm rapping to the rhythm of a groovy beat An attempt to raise your body heat A just blow your mind so a that you can't speak A do a thing, but a rock and shuffle your feet And let it change up to a dance called the freak And when ya finally do come into your rhythmic beat Rest a little while so ya don't get weak I know a man named Hank He has more rhymes than a serious bank So come on, Hank, a sing that song A to the rhythm of the boogie, the bang-bang, the bong [Verse 6: Big Bank Hank] Well, I'm Imp the Dimp, the ladies pimp The women fight for my delight But I'm the grandmaster with the three MCs That shock the house for the young ladies And when you come inside, into the front You do the freak, spank, and do the bump And when the sucker MCs try to prove a point We're treacherous trio, a with a serious joint A from sun to sun and from day to day I sit down and write a brand new rhyme Because they say that miracles never cease I've created a devastating masterpiece I'm gonna rock the mic 'til you can't resist Everybody, I say it goes like this Well, I was coming home late one dark afternoon Reporter stopped me for a interview She said she's heard stories and she's heard fables That I'm vicious on the mic and the turntables This young reporter, I did adore So I rocked a vicious rhyme like I never did before She said, "Damn, fly guy, I'm in love with you The Casanova legend must have been true" I said, "By the way, baby, what's your name?" Said "I go by the name Lois Lane" And you could be my boyfriend, you surely can Just let me quit my boyfriend called Superman I said, "He's a fairy, I do suppose Flying through the air in pantyhose He may be very sexy or even cute But he looks like a sucker in a blue and red suit" I said, "You need a man who's got finesse And his whole name across his chest He may be able to fly all through the night But can he rock a party 'til the early light? He can't satisfy you with his little worm But I can bust you out with my super sperm" I go do it, I go do it, I go do it, do it, do it An' I'm here and I'm there, I'm Big Bank Hank, I'm everywhere A just throw your hands up in the air And party hardy like you just don't care Let's do it, a don't stop, y'all, a tick a tock, y'all, you don't stop [Chorus: Big Bank Hank] It go, "Hotel, motel, a what you gonna do today?" (Say what?) 'Cause I'm gon' get a fly girl, gonna get some spank and drive off in a def OJ Everybody go, "Hotel, motel, Holiday Inn" You see, if your girl starts acting up, then you take her friend [Post-Chorus: Big Bank Hank] I say skip, dive, what can I say? I can't fit 'em all inside my OJ So I just take half and bust them out I give the rest to Master Gee so he could shock the house [Verse 7: Master Gee] It was twelve o'clock a one Friday night I was rocking to the beat and feeling alright Everybody was dancing on the floor Doing all the things they never did before And then this fly, fly girl with a sexy lean She came into the bar, she came into the scene As she traveled deeper inside the room All the fellas checked out her white Sassons She came up to the table, looked into my eyes Then she turned around and shook her behind So I said to myself, its time for me to release My vicious rhyme I call my masterpiece And now people in the house, this is just for you A little rap to make you boogaloo Now, the group ya hear is called Phase 2 And let me tell ya something we're a hell of a crew Once a week we're on the street Just a cutting the jams and making it freak For you to party, got to have the moves So we'll get right down and give you a groove For you to dance you got to be hype So we'll get right down and make ya rock Now the system's on and the girls are there You definitely have a rocking affair But let me tell ya something, there's still one fact That to have a party, got to have a rap So when the party's over you're making it home And trying to sleep before the break of dawn And while ya sleeping, you start to dream And thinking how ya danced on the disco scene A name appears in your mind Yeah, a name you know that was right on time It was Phase 2 a just a doing the do Rocking ya down 'cause ya know we could To the rhythm of the beat that makes ya freak A come alive, girls, a get on your feet To the rhythm of the beat, to the beat, the beat To the double beat-beat that it makes ya freak To the rhythm of the beat that says you go on On and on until the break of dawn Now I got a man coming on right now He's guaranteed to throw down He goes by the name of Wonder Mike A come on, Wonder Mike, do what ya like [Verse 8: Wonder Mike] I say, a can of beer that's sweeter than honey Like a millionaire that has no money Like a rainy day that is not wet Like a gambling fiend that does not bet Like Dracula without his fangs Like the boogie to the boogie without the boogie-bang Like collard greens that don't taste good Like a tree that's not made out of wood Like going up and not coming down Is just like the beat without the sound, no sound To the beat, beat, ya do the freak Everybody just rock and dance to the beat Have you ever went over a friend's house to eat And the food just ain't no good? I mean the macaroni's soggy, the peas are mushed And the chicken tastes like wood A so you try to play it off like you think you can By saying that you're full And then your friend says, "Mama, he's just being polite He ain't finished, uh-uh, that's bull" A so your heart starts pumping and you think of a lie And you say that you already ate And your friend says, "Man, there's plenty of food" So you pile some more on your plate But while the stinky food's steaming, your mind starts to dreaming Of the moment that it's time to leave And then you look at your plate and your chicken's slowly rotting Into something that looks like cheese Oh, so you say that's it, I got to leave this place I don't care what these people think I'm just sitting here making myself nauseous With this ugly food that stinks Oh, so you bust out the door while it's still closed Still sick from the food you ate And then you run to the store for quick relief From a bottle of Kaopectate And then you call your friend a two weeks later To see how he has been And he says "I understand about the food Baby bubba, but we're still friends" [Chorus: Wonder Mike] A with a hip-hop, the hippie to the hippie The hip, hip-hop and you don't stop the rockin' To the bang-bang boogie, say up jump the boogie To the rhythm of the boogie, the beat [Post-Chorus: Wonder Mike] I said, "A Hank, a can ya rock? Can ya rock to the rhythm that just don't stop? A can ya hip me to the shoobie doo?" I said, "A come on, make, m-make the people move" [Verse 9: Big Bank Hank] I go toot the horns and then ring the bell Because I am the man with the clientele And if ya ask me why I rock so well I'm Big Bank, I got clientele And from the time I was only six years old I never forgot what I was told It was the best advice that I ever had It came from my wise dear old dad He said, "Sit down, punk, I wanna talk to you And don't say a word until I'm through Now there's a time to laugh, a time to cry A time to live and a time to die A time to break and a time to chill To act civilized or act real ill But whatever ya do in your lifetime Ya never let a MC steal your rhyme" So from '66 to this very day I'll always remember what he had to say So when the sucker MCs try to chump my style I let them know that I'm versatile I got style, finesse and a little black book That's filled with rhymes and I know you wanna look But the thing that separates you from me And that is called originality Because my rhymes are on from what you've heard I didn't even bite, not a god**** word And I say a little more later on tonight So the sucker MCs can bite all night A tick a tock, y'all, a beat-beat y'all A lets rock, y'all, ya don't stop [Chorus: Big Bank Hank] It go, "Hotel, motel, a whatcha gonna do today?" (Say what?) 'Cause I'ma get a fly girl, gonna get some spank, and drive off in a def OJ Everybody go, "Hotel, motel, Holiday Inn" You see, if your girl starts acting up, then you take her friends [Post-Chorus: Big Bank Hank] A like that, y'all, a to the beat, y'all A beat-beat, y'all, ya don't stop A Master Gee, am I mellow? It's on you, so whatcha gonna do? [Verse 10: Master Gee] Well, like Johnny Carson on the late show A like Frankie Crocker in stereo A like the Bar-Kays singing "Holy Ghost" The sounds I throw down, a they're played the most Just a like my man, a Captain Sky Whose name he earned with his super sperm We rock and we don't stop A get off, y'all, I'm here to give you whatcha got A to the beat that it makes you freak And come alive girl, a get on your feet A like a Perry Mason without a case Like Farrah Fawcett without her face Like the Bar-Kays on the mic Like getting right down for you tonight Like moving your body so ya don't know how Right to the rhythm and throw down Like coming alive to the Master Gee The brother who rocks so viciously I said the age of one, my life begun At the age of two, I was doing the do At the age of three, it was you and me Rocking to the sounds of the Master Gee At the age of four, I was on the floor Giving all the freaks what they bargained for At the age of five, I didn't take no jive 'Cause with the Master Gee, it's all the way live At the age of six, I was a picking up sticks Rapping to the beat, my stick was fixed At the age of seven, I was rocking in heaven Don't ya know I went off? I gotta run on down to the beat, you see Getting right on down, making all the girls Just take of their clothes to the beat, the beat To the double beat-beat that makes you freak At the age of eight I was a really great 'Cause every night, you see, I had a date At the age of nine I was a right on time 'Cause every night I had a party rhyme We're going on and on, and on, on and on The beat don't stop until the break of dawn A saying on and on, and on, on and on Like a hot buttered the pop the pop the popcorn A going on and on, and don't ya dare stop A rock-rock, y'all, a gimme what ya got 'Cause I'm a hell of a man when I'm on the mic I am the definite freak's delight I'm a hell of a man when I'm on the mic I am the definite freak's delight They call me the Master Gee, you see The brother who rocks so viciously [Outro: Master Gee] I'm gonna move ya here, I'm gonna move ya there I'm gonna move you outta this atmosphere 'Cause I'm one of a kind and I'll shocks your mind I'll put the t-t-tickets in your behind Said, just rock it to the east and move it to the west Move it toward the lady you love-love the best Master Gee, get it on Taggin' all the girls, goin' down (Gimme time, I'ma shock your mind) (A come and jig-jig-jigglin' your behind)

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One Love

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Nas

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[Produced by Q-Tip] [Verse 1: Nas] What up, kid? I know shit is rough doin' your bid When the cops came you shoulda slid to my crib Fuck it, black, no time for lookin' back, it's done Plus, congratulations, you know you got a son I heard he looks like ya, why don't your lady write ya? Told her she should visit, that's when she got hyper Flippin', talkin' about he acts too rough He didn't listen, he be riffin' while I'm tellin' him stuff I was like, "Yeah," shorty don't care, she a snake too Fuckin' with them niggas from that fake crew that hate you But yo, guess who got shot in the dome-piece? Jerome's niece, on her way home from Jones Beach It's bugged—plus little Rob is sellin' drugs on the dime Hangin' out with young thugs that all carry 9's And night time is more trife than ever What up with Cormega? Did you see him? Are y'all together? If so, then hold the fort down, represent to the fullest Say what's up to Herb, Ice and Bullet I left a half a hundred in your commissary You was my nigga when push came to shove (One what?) One love! [Hook: Q-Tip] One love, one love, one love, one love One love, one love, one love, one love One love, one love, one love, one love One love, one love, one love, one love [Verse 2: Nas] Dear Born, you'll be out soon, stay strong Out in New York the same shit is goin' on The crackheads stalkin', loudmouths is talkin' Hold, check out the story yesterday when I was walkin' That nigga you shot last year tried to appear Like he hurtin' somethin' Word to mother, I heard him frontin' And he be pumpin' on your block Your man gave him your Glock And now they run together — what up, son? Whatever Since I'm on the streets I'ma put it to a cease But I heard you blew a nigga with a ox for the phone piece Wildin' on the Island, but now in Elmira Better chill, ‘cause them niggas will put that ass on fire Last time you wrote you said they tried you in the showers But maintain, when you come home the corner's ours On the reals, all these crab niggas know the deal When we start the revolution all they probably do is squeal But chill, see you on the next V-I I gave your mom dukes loot for kicks, plus sent you flicks Your brother's buckwildin' in 4-Main, he wrote me He might beat his case, 'til he come home I'll play it lowkey So stay civilized, time flies Though incarcerated your mind dies I hate it when your moms cries It kinda makes me want to murder, for reala I even got a mask and gloves to bust slugs, but one love [Hook: Q-Tip] One love, one love, one love, one love One love, one love, one love, one love One love, one love, one love, one love One love, one love, one love, one love [Verse 3: Nas] Sometimes I sit back with a Buddha sack Mind's in another world, thinkin' "How can we exist through the facts?" Written in school text books, bibles, et cetera Fuck a school lecture, the lies get me vexed-er So I be ghost from my projects I take my pen and pad for the weekend Hittin' L's while I'm sleepin' A two-day stay, you may say I need the time alone To relax my dome, no phone, left the 9 at home You see the streets had me stressed somethin' terrible Fuckin' with the corners have a nigga up in Bellevue Or HDM, hit with numbers from eight to 10 A future in a maximum state pen is grim So I comes back home, nobody's out but Shorty Doo-Wop Rollin' two phillies together, in the Bridge we call 'em "oo-wops" He said: "Nas, niggas caught me bustin' off the roof So I wear a bulletproof and pack a black tre-deuce." He inhaled so deep, shut his eyes like he was sleep Started coughin', one eye peeked to watch me speak I sat back like The Mack, my army suit was black We was chillin' on these benches Where he pumped his loose cracks I took the L when he passed it, this little bastard Keeps me blasted and starts talkin' mad shit I had to school him, told him don't let niggas fool him ‘Cause when the pistol blows The one that's murdered be the cool one Tough luck when niggas are struck, families fucked up Coulda caught your man, but didn't look when you bucked up Mistakes happen, so take heed, never bust up At the crowd, catch him solo, make the right man bleed Shorty's laugh was cold-blooded as he spoke so foul Only 12, tryin' to tell me that he liked my style Then I rose, wipin' the blunt's ash from my clothes Then froze, only to blow the herb smoke through my nose And told my little man I'ma ghost, I broze Left some jewels in his skull that he can sell if he chose Words of wisdom from Nas: try to rise up above Keep an eye out for Jake, Shorty Wop, one love [Hook: Q-Tip] One love, one love, one love, one love One love, one love, one love, one love One love, one love, one love, one love One love, one love, one love, one love [Outro: Nas] To all my niggas locked up From Queensbridge and all over To my man [Goon?], one love To my man Herb, one love To my man [Lake Gucciano?], one love Can't forget my motherfuckin' heart, Big [Bo?], one love To [Oogie?], yeah, one love

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Pushin

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Bun B

{Jeezy,Scarface}

[Hook] Pushin', keep on pushin' I've got to keep on pushin' [Intro: Bun] Say man I don't give a fuck about the feds D.E.A., A.T.F., Task Force, Jump-out boys Or your local neighborhood robbers Baby I got to keep on pushin' [Bun B] Well it's the king of the hubba trade and the sergeant of snow (snow) They call me Mr. Killa Gram in case yo ass ain't know (Know) I'm the boss baller of blow when you come to the Gulf (Gulf) Other cats holdin' some weight but they ain't holdin' enough I've been around way before the Interstate was on fire (Fire) Before they hid it in the gas or the tire (Tire) Before a motherfucker even knew about a stash box We just put work in the back of the car (Man), and mashed out (For real) Now ask a nigga that was doin' it in nine-three On the Interstate in a rental car you can find me Suitcase is stuffed like a holiday turkey (Turkey) Chopper right beside in case a nigga try to jerk me (Jerk me) I did the city thing plus I played it out of state Either way a nigga was known for havin' a lot of weight Try to knock me down but it only made me bigger Haters wanna see me fall but a nigga gotta keep on pushin' [Scarface] I feel you Bun, I feel you Young, I mean, I feel you I'm on the corner from sun up to sun down Competition gettin' hectic, I'm headed for out of town What I was, sellin' for twenty, niggas sellin' for ten So I'm bout to take it to drastic measurements for my ends My partner Rob in seventeen and in the Benz And me I'm in a bucket but fuck it, that's how it is, shit I got an ounce about to cut it into stones Next stop: Port Arthur, Texas, I work it in the Lones I'm a little nigga on his hustle bout to rise I was cuttin' seventeen and I was only payin' five A week went by, and a nigga took that dry Back to H-Town, with re-up about to score me nine A Pyrex bulb and the whoop so throwed I cooked it for nine then I stretched it for nine more Whoa, I'm that nigga bakin' with holes in his door Crummy niggas sellin' that ether but fuck it, shit sold [Young Jeezy] Ay, no matter how hard it get you know I'mma… Real talk, real niggas do real things you know they… (CHEEAAA) You already know, free Pimp C nigga (LIFE NIGGA) U.G.K. for motherfuckin' life, U.S.D.A. nigga, C.T.E. nigga (CHEAA) You know them Houston niggas you know they niggas keep on pushin' nigga (PUSHIN) G.A. niggas you know they already… Real niggas do real things nigga you already know nigga C.T.E. nigga, Rap-A-Lot records (AYE, AYE, AYE) One day you're here, the next day you're gone (WHAT?) Cuz some nigga set you up on the phone (DAMN) Shit, I play it how I go, I'm in a league of my own You ain't gotta front me shit nigga, I'm buyin' my own (HAHA) Whether it's sixteen bars or sixteen bricks (CHEA) Move 'em one at a time, I'll take sixteen trips (LET'S GET IT) I'm in the kitchen with the white, choppers by the back door (AYE) Mind on my money, but I swear this shit stack dough (HAHA) Square's in the closet, a hundred thousand in the box spring Got the stash box in the back of the Mustang (CHEA) You know I keep a down ass bitch to dry that shit Look, I-T a nigga yea she ride that shit Hey, I hustle harder, I hustle smarter (AYE) Just left the magnum lot tried to whip me up a charter (HAHA) I'm so ahead of my time, ahead of my grind Look at snowman bitch, it's a must that I shine (YEAAAA) See my watch is like...damn, my ears beggin' for attention (AYE) A quarter mill around my neck, in case I forgot to mention You niggas actin' like hoes so motherfucker keep gushin' I'mma do what the gangstas do and nigga keep pushin' (AYYEEE) [Vocal sample and beat ride out til fade]

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Show Me

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Gucci Mane

{"Jason Caesar"}

[Hook] Bend your back, flip your shoulders, drop your head Bust it open if you love it like you say you love it, baby girl Show me some, girl (show me some, girl) Got that back bent, shoulders drug and got it bust open Saying "if you won't it come and get it, Gucci Mane, show me!" Show me some, girl (show me some, girl) [Verse 1] You know I'll do it, sure I'll do it Show me some, girl. Call me Gucci Mane La Flare My name went down around the world Buy you diamonds, buy you a purse Potential to be my "Gucci Girl" Take you to the Gucci store They call that shit the "Gucci World" Word: in the Louis shop you'll be my Louis girl Buy you Louis, buy you Prada cause you look just like a model We'll be poppin' bottles? Naw! We'll be poppin' cases Gucci Mane La Flare got lawyers to fight all the cases $100,000 car, 50-carat bracelets Half a million for the chain, Gucci Mane crazy! Pull up in an '08, looking like a stingray Then calamarr' in my brand new Ferarr' Sorry, stepping on your fins with my Maurras Got a nasty model cause it ain't about the dorras Staring, staring, it's apparent that they staring Baby girl, cause I'm fresher when I'm glaring [Hook] [Verse 2] Shorty want to marry me Say she don't have sex casually Don't want to be a casuality Got a faculty, got more Magnums than an infantry Baby, that's the penalty and trapping is just energy Gucci Mane La Flare, you can call me "Guccirace" Million-dollar shine: call me "Gucci Dibiase" Like Ted Dibiase, put you in a "figure-4" Gucci Mane La Flare: my car is on some 24s Got them 4's on the Maserati O, kimosabe Got them bitches in the lobby And they waiting on Guccirace I got 4's on the Maserati O, kimosabe Got them bitches in the lobby And they waiting on Guccirace

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Love My Life

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Cam'ron

{"Cam\\'ron","Lady Wray"}

[Intro: Cam'ron] Ayo, I never claim to be hard, tough, no homo Gangsta, none of the above Just a kid from 140th and Lenox Ave, Harlem USA Trying to make his way in the world, ya heard? You know through the trials and tribulations that life brings I lost some friends, incarcerated, some are gone forever You know you can't expect everything from everybody So get up, get out and get something That's what I did [Verse 1: Cam'ron] Before I had the hammer cocked or Santana rocked Little Jerv, Grandpa Terry, Grandma Dot Uncle Carl, Uncle Ted, Uncle Steve, Uncle Bill Cousin Steve, Cousin Bill up on the hill, now My Aunt Normy, I don't speak to my Aunt Dida Or my Cousin Bathsheba; love my mother, Frederica Neighbor Freda, daughter Raven and Nicka Down another doorbell was that nigga Wardnell He gave birth to the best MC you never heard Leather after leather and was clever with whatever words Derek Armstead, Bloodshed from C.O.C He did damage, road managed by G-O-D A.k.a. DukeDaGod, he was stupid hard Sixteen, a bitch dream, had stupid cars Cutlass 68', hooptie 75' Still drive some bullshit, I don't know why I love the nigga though, for him put Cris' in the air First one dis 'em in here, I swear I'll risk my career That's a fact, dick, ain't talking no rap shit I'm talking that MAC clip, niggas will back-flip Act sick, my dude studied the Sabbath No beef, veggie nigga, maybe some catfish He could have my house, he could keep my Mauris He could drive my cars, this a Eastside Story [Break: Cam'ron] That's why my dudes love me, I let them do them You either gon' be rich or famous fucking with me...probably both If you happen to brush shoulders with me by accident, play Lotto 9 out of 10 times you gon' win, nigga [Chorus: Nicole Wray] Play the game, sure to win They all up on me, know they wants my ends I sacrifice, I roll the dice I love my hood, I love my life [Verse 2: Cam'ron] See, a boss I'm prepared to be When I walk away from a confrontation I ain't scared of you, I'm scared of me I got a gun - you don't, so it's flares you'll see After that, a five-thousand volt chair for me So I move carefully; niggas don't care for me Who care? I don't; you share, I won't Calm down, breathe again I don't do extortion unless I'm on the receiving end Talk to my money, first time I heard her speak That's word to me, told me I deserved to eat Moved to a killer Ave, right from a murder street Rocked Adidas Forums, even though they hurt my feet (that's fucked up) I don't look in the sky, never mind stars Know some fine stars right behind bars Snags, Black, Doe on house arrest Zeek, Sheek, won't even throw out the rest They wanted my ass, right along side Zeek Turn myself in? Nope, play hide and go seek I'm gone, put the clip in the chrome Yeah, I'm just like a fly, see the shit that I'm on? And hour after hour, I would chill at the after hours Where they flash the powder, no bath or shower In that same spot, realized math is power So I point at the mansion that is ours [Chorus: Nicole Wray] Play the game, sure to win They all up on me, know they wants my ends I sacrifice, I roll the dice I love my hood, I love my life

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Despicable

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Eminem

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[Intro] Ugh, ha (Da-na na-na-na) Nah, fuck an intro, man, let's just go (Yeah!) [Verse] I come around like what goes around What goes up must come down Anyone who comes up must go down Might as well go for the gusto now Better not let up, better not let them breathe Last shot, give it all you got Try to turn me down, bitch Get fucked with a volume knob, fuck all you snobs Hoes, I hope all you rot Two bottles of Lubriderm and a box of condoms Is that all you brought? And you want a ménage à trois, you twats? Fuck that, I'd rather turn this club to a barroom brawl Get rowdy as Roethlisberger in a bathroom stall Like a leech stuck in a vacuum, y'all Ain't nothing but a whole lot of sucking going on in rap Yeah, but I'm home Bad to the bone, back in the zone Let him alone, you don't wanna go eggin' him on It'll never be my chair that you own Crown so tight that it cuts off circulation to the brain No oxygen—other words, there's no heir to the throne When I die so does hip-hop Hitchcock of the shit, bitch, ask Doc Got it ziplocked in a bag You fags ain't been able to fade me since Kid Rock had a high-top Keep bloggin' while I mind-boggle And I zone like I'm in the twilight, dog Get off my bone, this is my mic, dogg-one it I like hoggin' it Flows so wet, I'ma take this beat tobogganing I'm waterloggin' it—I'm sogging it Pull your verse out the beat and stomp on it Suplexing it on cement Like I'm on some "Straight Outta Compton" shit Take this dick and chomp on it I'm so bad I can bitchslap a backhanded compliment Jackass, eat a donkey dick The game I just about conquered it Like Donkey Kong, I'm bonkers, bitch I'm the king of this honkey shit I reign supreme in this honkey shit No sense screaming and arguing Makes no difference whether a Benz or a Bentley Or a Bimmer's the car you in You think you ball? Well, I palm it I throw up bombs when I vomit Boy, I throw down in the kitchen Might hit your mom with my omelette But you got egg on your face Now watch me drop an atomic I should be strapped to the chest of a kamikaze Bitch, I'm as batshit as Ozzy It's obvious, you can tell right off the bat No pun intended, but come any closer, I'll bite off your head Tryna give me the finger's kinda like giving a spider the web I'm just gonna spin it and try to use it to my advantage I'll catch a fly in that bitch, you think you fly, you just food I give as much of a flying fuck as that Superman dude Guess I just do what you can't do And make you look stupid and bamboozled Confused as usual and you can get whipped She can open a can, too But you better hope you can handle the heat Or stay the fuck outta Hell's Kitchen I came to cockblock like a square fucking male chicken Yeah, it's Shady, slut, the rest can suck on that big one 'Cause I'm as despicable as Daffy Duck when I'm spittin' [Outro] Haha, Recovery

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Stronger

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Kanye West

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[Produced by Kanye West, Mike Dean, and Timbaland] [Intro: Daft Punk] Work it, make it, do it, makes us Harder, better, faster, stronger [Chorus: Kanye West & Daft Punk] N-Now th-that that don't kill me Can only make me stronger I need you to hurry up now ‘Cause I can't wait much longer I know I got to be right now ‘Cause I can't get much wronger Man, I've been waiting all night now That's how long I been on ya (Work it harder, make it better Do it faster, makes us stronger) (I need you right now!) (More than ever, hour after hour Work–) (I need you right now!) [Verse 1: Kanye West] Let's get lost tonight You could be my black Kate Moss tonight Play secretary, I'm the boss tonight And you don't give a fuck what they all say, right? Awesome, the Christian in Christian Dior Damn, they don't make 'em like this anymore I ask, ‘cause I'm not sure Do anybody make real shit anymore? Bow in the presence of greatness ‘Cause right now, thou hast forsaken us You should be honored by my lateness That I would even show up to this fake shit So go ahead, go nuts, go apeshit! 'Specially in my Pastellé, on my Bape shit Act like you can't tell who made this New Gospel, homie, take six And take this, haters! [Chorus: Kanye West & Daft Punk] N-Now th-that that don't kill me Can only make me stronger I need you to hurry up now ‘Cause I can't wait much longer I know I got to be right now ‘Cause I can't get much wronger Man, I've been waiting all night now That's how long I been on ya (Work it harder, make it better Do it faster, makes us stronger) (I need you right now!) (More than ever, hour after hour Work–) (I need you right now!) Me likey! [Verse 2: Kanye West & Daft Punk] I don't know if you got a man or not If you made plans or not If God put me in your plans or not I'm trippin', this drink got me saying a lot But I know that God put you in front of me So how the hell could you front on me? There's a thousand you's, there's only one of me I'm trippin', I'm caught up in the moment, right? ‘Cause it's Louis Vuitton Don night So we gon' do everything that Kan like Heard they'd do anything for a Klondike Well, I'd do anything for a blonde dyke And she'll do anything for the limelight And we'll do anything when the time's right Uh, baby, you're makin' it– (Harder, better, faster, stronger) [Chorus: Kanye West & Daft Punk] N-Now th-that that don't kill me (Oh) Can only make me stronger (Oh) I need you to hurry up now (Oh) ‘Cause I can't wait much longer (Oh) I know I got to be right now (Oh) ‘Cause I can't get much wronger (Oh) Man, I've been waiting all night now That's how long I been on ya (Work it harder, make it better Do it faster, makes us stronger) (I need you right now!) (I need you right now!) [Bridge: Kanye West & Daft Punk] You know how long I've been on ya Since Prince was on Apollonia Since O.J. had Isotoners Don't act like I never told ya Don't act like I never told ya Don't act like I never told ya Don't act like I never told ya Don't act like I never told ya Baby, you're makin' it (Harder, better, faster, stronger) [Chorus: Kanye West & Daft Punk] N-Now th-that that don't kill me Can only make me stronger I need you to hurry up now ‘Cause I can't wait much longer I know I got to be right now ‘Cause I can't get much wronger Man, I've been waiting all night now That's how long I been on ya (Work it harder, make it better Do it faster, makes us stronger) (I need you right now!) (I need you right now!) Right now! Work it harder, make it better Do it faster, makes us stronger (I need you right now!) (I need you right now!) [Bridge: Kanye West] You know how long I've been on ya Since Prince was on Apollonia Since O.J. had Isotoners Don't act like I never told ya You know how long I've been on ya Since Prince was on Apollonia Since O.J. had Isotoners Don't act like I never told ya [Outro] Told ya, told ya Never told ya…told ya, told ya, told ya Never told ya…told ya, told ya, told ya Never told ya…told ya, told ya, told ya Never told ya…told ya, told ya, told ya Never over…Never over… Never over… Never over… Never over…Never over… Never over… Never over… (Harder, better, faster, stronger) Work it harder, make it better Do it faster, makes us stronger More than ever, hour after hour Work is never over Work it harder, make it better Do it faster, makes us stronger More than ever, hour after hour Work is never over Work it harder, make it better Do it faster, makes us stronger More than ever, hour after hour Work is never over Work it harder, make it better Do it faster, makes us stronger More than ever, hour after hour Work is never over

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Get Busy

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The Roots

{"Dice Raw","Peedi Crakk"}

[Verse 1: Black Thought] Look, my squad half-Mandrill, half-Mandela My band about seventy strong just like Fela Yeah, part Melle-Mel, part Van Halen And we represent Illadel, where they still rebellin' Ayo, sicko show like Mike Moore My city ain't nothin' like yours, slippin' into darkness like war Night crawl with the lights off You see a lot of life lost for the white horse Regardless, the charges making us all targets All on the red carpet, guns from the black market Ay, who got the politician's in they back pocket? Pimp slap, pump that, give me that profit When you make contact, give me that gossip If you break contract, you'll be that hostage They getting busy and the city is raw Better deadbolt the door, it ain't safe no more [Hook: Black Thought] Southside (Get busy) Northside (Get busy) Westside (Get busy) Worldwide (Get busy) Get busy, get busy Get busy, get busy [Verse 2: Dice Raw] Approach with caution, be cautious when talking to bosses I feel I've been through a metamorphosis I'm mutated by unknown forces The feeling of course is, somethin' that's hard to describe I'm half-dead, never felt more alive Reborn, remove the gold coins from my eyes I've been down, but now I'm back up I'm about to act up, boy, you better back up And when you see me set up shop, know to pack up Cause I crack up when a rapper get slapped up Number one reason y'all should give rap up Dice, it's mines, I got it all wrapped up I'm kind of like W.E.B. Du Bois Meets Heavy D and the Boyz, smooth as a Rolls Royce Built like a tank, smokin' on dank Walkin' through the Guggenheim, Raw Life, Black Inc [Hook: Black Thought] Southside (Get busy) Northside (Get busy) Westside (Get busy) Worldwide (Get busy) Get busy, get busy Get busy, get busy [Verse 3: Peedi Peedi] Now on your mark, uh-huh, get set Go cop everything you ever heard by P. Crack Dice Raw and Black, fuck the Internet Buy a baseball bat, break a bootlegger leg All I listen to is vets, you're fresh off the step I'll come directly at your OG neck I'm used to the 1-2 check, not the 1-2 step I'm strapped, I'll leave every cat among you wet Now let's go, you know I'm politically incorrect At the show, I start it with a, "Can I get a ho?" And the hoes go retarded The po-po tape off the stage for caution It's bad lands, North Philly get it in, it's Crack man Used to back spin, now I spend stacks and stacks And Uncle Sam tryin' to tax all my hard-earned raps Damn, we making yens, pesos, euros, we representin' [Hook: Black Thought] Southside (Get busy) Northside (Get busy) Westside (Get busy) Worldwide (Get busy) Get busy, get busy Get busy, get busy

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Who Dat

rap

J. Cole

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[Intro] Who dat, who dat? Who dat, who dat? Who dat, who dat? [Verse 1] Hey, who dat, who dat? That nigga you been waiting for I mean the shit was all bad just a week ago Rappers was bullshitting, fuck it I ain't hating though Because now a nigga hot enough to fuck with one of Satan' hoes And she can't tell the difference, I been through hell conditions Wishing for air conditioning, feeling God was never listening Now I'm on television, and did I fail to mention? Your bitch is tired of missionary, boy you failed the mission Speaking of positions just witness how I elevate it Real niggas celebrate it, finger fuck whoever hate it My life accelerated, but had to wait my turn Then I redecorated, that mean my tables turned Live life, might as well, only way to learn Is try and fail, clientele the only way to earn So if you're selling crack, or if you're selling rap Make sure it's mean so them fiends keep on coming back [Chorus] Who dat, who dat? Bitch I got that flame Who dat, who dat? Bitch I got that flame Who dat, who dat? Bitch I got that flame So don't worry about my motherfucking name I got them saying who dat, who dat? Cole World Who dat, who dat? I got them saying Who dat, who dat? Cole World Who dat, who dat? [Verse 2] Hey, the mind state of a winner When you thinking about summertime I'm thinking about the winter When you thinking about breakfast I'm heating up my dinner I was plotting this moment back when y'all was riding spinners Yeah I'm a menace, God as my witness, with this pen I'm insane, yup Hungry like the nigga who ain't got the taste of fame yet Clown told me, “Ain't you Roc? But where the fuck your chain at?” Guess it's something like your girl, nigga it ain't came yet The man make the chain, chain don't make the man How many niggas do we know with hella ice but yet they lame? The cloth from which we came, me and them is not the same It's like we all headed to Spain they took the boat I took the plane, damn That boy's sick now hoes on his joystick Heating up like May weather, dog I'm on that Floyd shit Boy stick to your day job, said you was hot? Well, they lied Is that your girl? Well, I just G'd her, no A-Rod [Chorus] Who dat, who dat? Bitch I got that flame Who dat, who dat? Bitch I got that flame Who dat, who dat? Bitch I got that flame So don't worry about my motherfucking name I got them saying who dat, who dat? Cole World Who dat, who dat? I got them saying Who dat, who dat? Cole World Who dat, who dat? [Interlude: Andre 3000] Now who else want to fuck with Hollywood Cole? [Verse 3] The little engine that could, this little nigga is good Rappers claiming they sick, I heal niggas for good A couple of y'all ain't took a field trip to the hood And me? I'm fresh prince, I'm Will Smith to the hood Baby, ain't saying names but we not the same All the money and the fame don't change the fact that you lame Might want to grab you a chain, want to tip up your hat Might want to purchase some game, homey your shit is so wack I got my finger on the trigger, tell that nigga, “hold that” Want picture perfect baby you can check the Kodak Hey, so anything you can do I can do better And any chick you can screw I can get wetter I'm young, black, gifted, live my life on the run Bet your bottom dollar before I'm done They say that I'm the one, ya nigga I'm the one I got them saying [Chorus] Who dat, who dat? Bitch I got that flame Who dat, who dat? Bitch I got that flame Who dat, who dat? Bitch I got that flame So don't worry about my motherfucking name I got them saying who dat, who dat? Cole World Who dat, who dat? I got them saying Who dat, who dat? Cole World Who dat, who dat?

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Shutterbugg

rap

Big Boi

{Cutty}

[Intro] Bo boboom Bo booo booom Bo bboooom Bo boooomm Boo boo booom [Verse 1: Big Boi] I keep it playa while some choose to play it safe Boy, check the resume, it's risky business in the A And I been witness to this history, ever since the 10th grade We went from rockin' braids to temp fades I twist my A hat to the side just for style Or throw on the Gucci bucket with the flowers, super fly Wow, the Southern pride been known to shut it down It ain't so country though, nigga, this ain't no Gomer Pyle I'm Sergeant Slaughter, I keep my shit cooked to order in order To satisfy my people in Georgia and 'cross the water And across the border the eses are gettin' smarter They got flour for tortillas and lettuce for enchiladas If you follow, wink wink, no doubt, we don't speak In a blink those folks could have you sleeping in the clink I'm shittin' on niggas and peein' on the seat It's that nigga the B-I-G B-O-I, O-U-T [Hook: Big Boi & Bosko] Now party people in the club it's time to cut a rug And throw the deuce up in the sky just for the shutterbuggs I'm double fisted and you empty, you can grab a cup Boy, stop, I'm just playin', let me dap you up Baby baby, you're in my system Baby baby, tell me you're listenin' [Verse 2: Big Boi] It's after twelve, club like a hive be A beehive 'cause now everybody buzzing around me Could it be the way that the verse is sounding? Came up on the Geto Boys and the Underground Kingz Toys, I had a Brougham, call it "Pretty Brown Thing" Paint look like root beer when the sun was shining Known to keep a bad bitch, no niggas beside me Index this finger on the trigger in case niggas is clowning Not to flex but to protect my neck like the Wu-Tang Self preservation is the rule when you do aim Or get at something more sinister, you gotta be the finisher Make it so the doctors they can't replenish him Or bring him back to life, back to reality Go on, get him some hoes, leave it alone Triple OG status, A-town's very own [Hook: Big Boi & Bosko] Now party people in the club it's time to cut a rug And throw the deuce up in the sky just for the shutterbuggs I'm double fisted and you empty, you can grab a cup Boy, stop, I'm just playin', let me dap you up Baby baby, you're in my system Baby baby, tell me you're listenin' [Bridge: Cutty] Now this goes out to all my playas in the back Sippin' 'Gnac, bending 'round corners in the 'Lac Cut a rug, player, now cut a rug Throw your deuces in the sky for the shutterbugg This goes out to all my ladies in the front What you want? Girl, you make me want to breed, girl, freeze Cut a rug, cut a rug And throw your deuces in the sky for the shutterbugg [Hook: Big Boi & Bosko] Now party people in the club it's time to cut a rug And throw the deuce up in the sky just for the shutterbuggs I'm double fisted and you empty, you can grab a cup Boy, stop, I'm just playin', let me dap you up Baby baby, you're in my system Baby baby, tell me you're listenin' [Outro: Bosko] Tell me you're listenin' 'Cause you're all up in my system I can feel you from my head to my toes, my toes (You're in my system) Luscious Left Foot got his best foot forward Darling, lord have mercy How the flow stay so cold, froze (Tell me your listening) Cut a rug, cut a rug (You're in my system) Shutterbugg

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Doo Rags

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Nas

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[Produced by Precision] [Verse 1] Pushin' drop-tops, Stacy Lattisaw tapes, the 80's had us all apes Youngest gorillas up to bat at home plate That was a uncanny era, guns in my pants, yeah X-Clan hair, with dreads at the top of my fade Homicidal feds on the blocks where I played b-ball That's when I wondered was I here for the cause or because 'Cause Ray Charles could see the ghetto Was told to stay strong and I could beat the devil 'Cause yo, I used to play Apollo balcony seats Watchin' niggas swing razors in the front row Then out in the streets, the car show, 560's, chemical Afros Acuras pumpin' Super Lover Cee and Casanova Live chicks be asses bustin' out of they clothes Wearin' lip gloss, big door knockers peelin' they earlobes So where them years go? Where the Old Gold beers and cheers go? But now them shorties here though, so [Chorus] The doo rags are back, fitted hats, snorkels and furs Rikers Island buses still packed, what's the word? The drinkers stay drinkin', or puffin' they herb And I'm still enjoyin' life's ride; one mo' time The doo rags are back, fitted hats, snorkels and furs Rikers Island buses still packed, what's the word? The drinkers still drinkin', or puffin' they herb And I'm still enjoyin' life's ride, right? [Verse 2] Political thugs in shark suits persuade us to pull triggers In army boots, yellin', "Join the armed forces!" We lost the Vietnam War, intoxicated poisons Needles in arms of veterans instead of bigger fortunes There's still a lot of nigga crawlin' in the corporate offices War in the ghetto, we crabs in a barrel, they torture us They won't be servin' the beast too long The murderers wearin' police uniforms, Confederate flags I burn Beat Street breakers were dancin' to the music I chose And Peachtree, Atlanta crackheads was tootin' they nose In frozen corners of Chicago Loaded-up llamas, children with fo'-fo's and double-revolvers We devil incarnates headed for jail Where Shell gas company in South Africa be havin' us killed Your paper money was the death of Christ And all these shorties comin' up just resurrect your life It's like a cycle, yo [Chorus] The doo rags are back, fitted hats, snorkels and furs Rikers Island buses still packed, what's the word? The drinkers stay drinkin', or puffin' they herb And I'm still enjoyin' life's ride; one mo' time The doo rags are back, fitted hats, snorkels and furs Rikers Island buses still packed, what's the word? The drinkers still drinkin', or puffin' they herb And I'm still enjoyin' life's ride, right? [Verse 3] Niggas used to wear rags on they hair when it was fried up That's when we were lied to, buyin' hair products Back before my generation, when our blackness started disintegratin' till awareness started penetratin' The styles come from prison, they used potatoes makin' liquor Just to prove we some creative niggas Turnin' nothin' into somethin' is God work And you get nothin' without struggle and hard work War is necessary to my niggas in chains From Green to Sing-Sing I'm wantin' y'all to know one thing The hardest thing is to forgive, but God does Even if you murdered or robbed, yeah it's wrong, but God loves Take one step toward him, He takes two toward you Even when all else fail, God support you I done it, got "God's Son" on my stomach My heart and my lungs was affected From Henny's and gettin' blunted Do your body right and it loves you back You only get one life, and yo, because of that I'm still blazin', goin' out for the cause Still rockin' stockin' caps, not for the waves, obeyin' no laws And it's like that [Chorus] The doo rags are back, fitted hats, snorkels and furs Rikers Island buses still packed, what's the word? The drinkers stay drinkin', or puffin' they herb And I'm still enjoyin' life's ride; one mo' time The doo rags are back, fitted hats, snorkels and furs Rikers Island buses still packed, what's the word? The drinkers still drinkin', or puffin' they herb And I'm still enjoyin' life's ride, right?

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Not Afraid

rap

Eminem

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[Chorus/Collision] I'm not afraid (I'm not afraid) Yeah To take a stand (To take a stand) It's been a ride Everybody (Everybody) I guess I had to Come take my hand (Come take my hand) Go to that place to get to this one We'll walk this road together, through the storm Now some of you Whatever weather, cold or warm Might still be in that place Just lettin' you know that you're not alone If you're tryna get out Holla if you feel like you've been down the same road Just follow me, I'll get you there [Verse 1] You can try and read my lyrics off of this paper before I lay 'em But you won't take the sting out these words before I say 'em 'Cause ain't no way I'ma let you stop me from causin' mayhem When I say I'ma do somethin', I do it, I don't give a damn what you think I'm doin' this for me, so fuck the world Feed it beans, it's gassed up if it thinks it's stoppin' me I'ma be what I set out to be, without a doubt, undoubtably And all those who look down on me, I'm tearin' down your balcony No ifs, ands or buts, don't try to ask him why or how can he From Infinite down to the last Relapse album he's Still shittin' whether he's on salary, paid hourly Until he bows out or he shits his bowels out of him Whichever comes first, for better or worse He's married to the game Like a "fuck you" for Christmas, his gift is a curse Forget the Earth, he's got the urge to pull his dick from the dirt And fuck the whole universe [Chorus] I'm not afraid (I'm not afraid) To take a stand (To take a stand) Everybody (Everybody) Come take my hand (Come take my hand) We'll walk this road together, through the storm Whatever weather, cold or warm Just lettin' you know that you're not alone Holla if you feel like you've been down the same road [Verse 2] Okay, quit playin' with the scissors and shit, and cut the crap I shouldn't have to rhyme these words in a rhythm for you to know it's a wrap You said you was king, you lied through your teeth For that, fuck your feelings Instead of gettin' crowned, you're gettin' capped And to the fans, I'll never let you down again, I'm back I promise to never go back on that promise In fact, let's be honest, that last Relapse CD was "ehh" Perhaps I ran them accents into the ground Relax, I ain't goin' back to that now All I'm tryna say is get back, click-clack-blaow! 'Cause I ain't playin' around There's a game called circle and I don't know how I'm way too up to back down But I think I'm still tryna figure this crap out Thought I had it mapped out But I guess I didn't, this fuckin' black cloud still follows me around But it's time to exorcise these demons These ma'fuckers are doin' jumpin' jacks now [Chorus] I'm not afraid (I'm not afraid) To take a stand (To take a stand) Everybody (Everybody) Come take my hand (Come take my hand) We'll walk this road together, through the storm Whatever weather, cold or warm Just lettin' you know that you're not alone Holla if you feel like you've been down the same road [Bridge] And I just can't keep livin' this way So startin' today I'm breakin' out of this cage I'm standin' up, I'ma face my demons I'm mannin' up, I'ma hold my ground I've had enough, now I'm so fed up Time to put my life back together right now [Verse 3] It was my decision to get clean, I did it for me Admittedly I probably did it subliminally for you So I could come back a brand-new me You helped see me through And don't even realize what you did, 'cause believe me you I've been through the wringer But they can do little to the middle finger I think I got a tear in my eye, I feel like the king of My world, haters can make like bees with no stingers And drop dead: no more beef lingers No more drama from now on, I promise To focus solely on handlin' my responsibilities as a father So I solemnly swear to always treat this roof like my daughters and raise it You couldn't lift a single shingle on it 'Cause the way I feel, I'm strong enough to go to the club Or the corner pub and lift the whole liquor counter up 'Cause I'm raisin' the bar I'd shoot for the moon, but I'm too busy gazin' at stars I feel amazin', and I'm— [Chorus] I'm not afraid (I'm not afraid) To take a stand (To take a stand) Everybody (Everybody) Come take my hand (Come take my hand) We'll walk this road together, through the storm Whatever weather, cold or warm Just lettin' you know that you're not alone Holla if you feel like you've been down the same road

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Roger That

rap

Young Money

{"Lil Wayne","Nicki Minaj",Tyga}

[Verse 1: Nicki Minaj] I'm in the collard green 6, cornbread in the guts Got the Halloween kicks, trick-or-treating the clutch C'mon nigga, is you tricking or what? Flow, flow tighter than a dick in the butt Just hopped off the plane, came back from Vancouv' Little white tee, some boobs, and bamboo White girls tell me "Hey Nicki, your camp rules Is that why you get more head than shampoos?" As-Salaam Alaykum, no oink for me And I never let a d-boy boink for free 'Cause it's Barbie bitch, you can join the wave I've done penny nickel dimed, I done coined the phrase, ha! You couldn't beat me there if you had a Lear Indian-style, courtside with a cavalier V.I.P. rosé; you can have a beer 'Cause honey when you getting money you don't have a care [Chorus: Nicki Minaj] Now R-Roger that, R-R-Roger that R-Roger that, R-R-Roger that R-Roger that, R-R-roger that R-R-R-R, ROGER [Verse 2: Tyga] Young black Ricos, kill for the C-notes But me though, I Jackson bitch uhh, Tito She wanna play games but, this is not bingo Monopoly, I'm past go, go on ahead and deep-throat Four chick foursomes, skin color's mocha Sally and Sonia, put the pussies on my totem Pole vault stroke 'em uhh, strike ya like bowling Now open like you yawning, it's 6 in the morning Sleeping on me, probably in a coffin I'm hotter than the end of fucking August, I'm awesome I'm awesome: repeat it to ya grandma, and uncles Or mothers, Tyga's no dad but I'm the motherfucker Motherfuckers, this the last supper Look, no hands, I'ma bread cuffer I don't dare love her, I'ma daredevil I don't fear nothing motherfucker, Young Money! [Chorus: Tyga] Now Roger that, Roger that Ro-Roger that, Ro-Ro-Ro-Roger that Fuck around and never get Roger back Ha ha ha [Verse 3: Lil Wayne] I'm goin' in! Fresh off the jet, sharper than Gillette The blunt still wet, so pass it like Brett We sip side of mug, we call it upset Smoke more than four quarters, we call it sudden death I'm a beast. You a pet AK long neck. Keith Sweat, haha! Weezy motherfucker, Capo in this bitch with me Money talks and have a convo in this bitch with me I'm mountain high Colorado in this bitch with me Flow crazy 7:30, you just 6:50 Twenty bullets from the chopper take the roof off Laughing to the bank, I'm a goofball Hahaha! It's YM And we at your neck, like a violin It's our world, we make it spin And y'all the prey- amen! [Chorus: Lil Wayne] Now Roger that, Roger that Where Roger at? I heard Rog' a rat Fuc-fuck around and never get Roger back!! Hahahaha

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Illin

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Jeezy

{Clipse}

[Produced by The Alchemist] [Hook - Young Jeezy] So sick, so sick, I'm sickle cell sick What the fuck you think I'm doing right now? I got my Glock on, watch on, clock on Everything's cool, no pressure, I'm chillin' Make them pussies sick, have em caught up in they feelin's I be illin', illin', illin', illin' [Verse 1: Young Jeezy] I'm the type to boast, I'm the type to brag I'm the type of nigga play a game of chess on his bag Full 17 blow your chest out ya ass Leave him on the concrete like the nigga working abs The way I work that work out, call me a trainer Throw that water right off the top, who needs a strainer? Brandon told me don't bother with forks, I use a hater Then I let him sit out and air dry; who needs a hanger? Airport hours, Sunday to Sunday Let them bitches fly out the yard, call it a runway Call me sensei: Jeezy Miyagi Got a old school whip game: call it Atari Got some redbones to go out to Phoenix, get that Amare And every time you walk in they crib it look safari And they don't play by that Young Money Nicki Minaj White powder in the air like 'Bron this for the guys [Hook] [Verse 2: Pusha T] It was the coldest Winter ever Middle of the Summer months Powder to my waist See my cocaine cummerbund Tuxedo all white Something like my prom night My teachers even saw jail They ain't read my palms right Nah, my future brighter than ever The flow gets cleverer by the year Killer minus the tattoo tears Cause murder don't mix with the shit That I got floating in by the pier Tell Hova don't pass the crown so soon Unless he got a crown for every writer in the room There's too many spirits on these ghost-written tunes So you can't crown the heir until you seance the room The CL wood grain like trail mix Evidence of fishscale where the scale sits No amount of record sales could derail this Stuffing dead prezzies in the wall like The Yale bitch. Inhale this [Hook] [Verse 3: Malice] I'm so sick with it, Malice got bird flu Sat till drought came; patience a virtue Who ain't know the Clipse get it in like a curfew? You could smell it on me coke-scented like it's perfume Sitting in that church pew, looking for forgiveness Wishing we had Tony back, now all of us are prisoners Took it all for granted I guess freedom was a privilege VIP toasting drinks, making up my spirits Snitch nigga hear this, lemme make it clear Eleven hollows in my Glock: whom shall I fear? And I ain't gotta tip-toe, I walk without a care I'm chilling like the hook say, of whom shall I beware? Death is not a scare, in fact I yearn for my father's house Fuck you pussy niggas yeah, Mal has got a potty mouth I won't fuck around and show you exactly what I'm talking 'bout Even though I walk by faith I'm still keeping that shotty out

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Cannon

rap

Lil Wayne

{Freeway,"Willie the Kid","Dxtroit Red","Juice (IL)"}

[Produced by DJ Don Cannon] [Intro: Lil Wayne, DJ Drama, & DJ drops] Yeah AMG's the gang! Dedication 2 Drama Pay attention! (Gangsta Gri-Zillz!) [Verse 1: Lil Wayne, DJ Drama, & DJ drops] Howdy-do, motherfuckers, it's Weezy Baby Niggas bitching and I gotta tote the (My nigga Don Cannon!) Haha! Listen close, I got duct tape and rope (Oh!) I leave you missing like the fucking O'bannons One hand on my money, one hand on my buddy That's the AK-47, make his neighborhood love me Bullets like birds, you can hear them bitches humming Don't let that bird shit, he got a weak stomach Niggas know I'm sick: I don't spit, I vomit—got it? One egg short of the omelet Simon says: "Shoot a nigga in his thigh and leg And tell him, 'Catch up,' like mayonnaise"; um— I'm the sickest nigga doing it—bet that, baby These other niggas dope; I'm wet crack, baby, yes! Get back, get back, boy, this a setback Clumsy-ass niggas slip and fall into a death trap Them boys pussy, born without a backbone And if you strapped, we can trade like the Dow Jones Wet him up, I hope he got his towel on I aim at the moon, and get my howl on Some niggas cry wolf, I'm on that dry kush And when it come to that paper, I stack books ha You heard what I said I can put you on your feet or put some money on ya head Life ain't cheap, you better off dead if you can't pay the fee Shout out my nigga Fee See, every motherfucker at the door don't get a key You're outside looking in, so tell me what you see It's about money, it's bigger than me I told my homies, "Don't kill him, bring the nigga to me" (Gangsta!) Yeah, don't miss, you fucking with the hitman Kidnap a nigga, make him feel like a kid again [Chorus: Lil Wayne] Straight up, I ain't got no conversation for you Nigga, talk to the (Cannon!) Yeah, have a few words with the (Cannon!) Yeah, tell it to my motherfucking (Cannon!) Yeah, straight up, I ain't got no conversation for you Nigga, talk to the (Cannon!) Yeah, have a few words with the (Cannon!) Nigga, tell it to my motherfucking (Cannon!) [Verse 2: Freeway] From Philly to where I'm landing, I'm a (Cannon!) And I'm on that Philly fighting shit, and I come fully equipped You try me, get bodied, keep Nina and shotty in the whip If a nigga try to stick me, I'ma blam him Sing along now—"Di-di-dadi," I'm Free, got the burners Got the green, he got the tan, got the whole enchilada Owe me dough, I'm inside of your house, tie up your brother (Woo) Make the prick call up your mother (Ugh), she might know where to find you, I am— On top of my job, the heavyweight champ with the flow It's flow like the ocean, open water, you're drowning, I will (Damn) Four-pound him and seek him, heat him, then leave him stinking (Yuh) Sharks surround him and eat him, nice to know him, I will— (Yeah) Roll over your squad like I'm "One-Punch" Carr You chumps, you best call General Motors, I will— (Ugh) Take control of your soldiers, you won't miss 'em 'Til I toss em in the wok like chicken, General Tso, uh-oh! [Verse 3: Willie the Kid] I make it hard for rap niggas, I'm peer pressure (Yes) Matter of fact I'm motivation to rap better (Yes) I show niggas how to act, how to dress better I stay fresh, more fitted caps than bad catchers (Woo) I'm the crack, the smack, the gun, the rule The gat, the strap, the gun, the tool The motherfucking (Cannon!) Other words, I'm the real, for real We can go check for check or bill for bill We can go chick for chick or skill for skill The deal is sealed (Yes) Niggas ain't real as Will, 'cause I'm a (Cannon!) And I handle well, pedal like Cannondale And I got the 50-cal' mag, its a handheld (Cannon!) I'm telling you niggas, I pop, put a shell in you niggas (Oh) My nice watch'll Helen Keller you niggas (Oh, oh) I got whores in the Canon camcorder bendin' over Blowing 'ghan by the quarter, weed odor in the Rover, nigga [Verse 4: Detroit Red] Yeah (Cannon!) Detroit Red getting change like them white folks (Ha) Dump it out the window of the Range with the rifle (Ha) Pain like a bitch like the first day of a cycle (Ha) You better scurry when I pull the (Cannon! Ha) Tracks burn the streets like a truck do the gas I love head and caressing a voluptuous ass (What else?) I ask ya baby mama is she up to the task She like "Damn Red, it's bigger than a (Cannon!)" My attire makes the ladies say, "Your man is too fly" (What else?) Imported oils from Iran and Dubai (What else?) Get caught slipping with your mans, and you die Where I'm from, niggas be quick to squeeze the (Cannon! Ha) Detroit Red always got some shit for your ears Show me love, but keep it moving, man, 'cause if you get near (Ha) I'll say, "Get off my dick" and tell your bitch to come here 'Cause you sweating me and my DJ, Don (Cannon!) [Verse 5: Juice] Legs spread far out, you know how I'm standing Yeah, I'm posted with the big homie (Cannon! Ha) I got niggas who don't like rap loving our shit We got niggas who was stuck on Pac bumping our shit These niggas can't see me like I ain't been around lately A good batter; when they at the mound, it's gravy Niggas salty, I'm pepper, no Spinderella Just a cigarillo filled with Tropicana Yeah, Vic found that lick; now, we ain't smoking no more regular Keep your mid-grade, I don't think you know no better They loved "In Da Trunk"; now, they wanna hear more shit I play it modest, like, "Nigga, that's some of our old shit" Got niggas I ain't never met wanting to fight me Got hoes that's in love, asking, "Why you don't like me?" Bitch, I'm married to the game, and I love my wifey Stepping over competition, man, I love these Nikes (Yeah) I'm hot, they fanning Niggas try to copy my style like the (Cannon! Ha) Don't try to compare—I'm in a league of my own If I ain't listed at the top, nigga, the stats is wrong All the data is off, your info ain't valid Artist of the century, the competition ain't balanced True, like Master P and his two brothers Don't call it incest, but Juice the motherfucker, like— geah! [Outro: DJ Drama] This what I'ma do! From here on out, you can call me Mr. Game Seven! Oh, yeah! That was just preseason! You thought we was playing for real?

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All Falls Down

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Jadakiss

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[Hook: T.L. Cross] One thing y'all know about me I don't play, so just beware You catch me up in V.I.P Up in the club, that's my atmosphere Because I got money to spend -- I keep getting it in From the hood, so I don't play fair And I'mma keep living it up, keep getting it up Keep throwing it up until it all falls down [Verse 1: Jadakiss] Break the P's down to onions, money in abundance I'm in the lower millions, I'm trying to get in the hundreds Niggas' pants too tight to fight, so they don't want it You pay for somebody to protect you, so where your gun at? Been there, done that; seen the coke come back Seen niggas come home from jail, then run back Singing the same sad song, my nigga -- one that Negative energy stick to him like a thumbtack Real hustler, probably sold a million and one packs Niggas think they smart and nice, but they dumb wack It's only 'til you crack they skull, give them a mum' wrap When it's cold, I reside wherever the sun's at Son's back, what? [Hook: T.L. Cross] One thing y'all know about me I don't play, so just beware You catch me up in V.I.P Up in the club, that's my atmosphere Because I got money to spend -- I keep getting it in From the hood, so I don't play fair And I'mma keep living it up, keep getting it up Keep throwing it up until it all falls down [Verse 2: Jadakiss] Top of the league, 3-piece suit or fatigues All I got to do is look a certain way and you'll bleed 4 words describe me: "Niggas can't fuck around" Fish scale verses: prices go up and down Put it out there, see if it taste right Young Jewish bulldog keeping the case right Apartment on the 4th floor, keeping the base right Jacksons and Benjamins keeping the safe right First and the 15th is when we break nights Bunch of red beams on your head like brake lights Bitches that fucked everybody turned into fake dykes Was biting the whole day -- it's gonna be a great night [Hook: T.L. Cross] One thing y'all know about me I don't play, so just beware You catch me up in V.I.P Up in the club, that's my atmosphere Because I got money to spend -- I keep getting it in From the hood, so I don't play fair And I'mma keep living it up, keep getting it up Keep throwing it up until it all falls down [Verse 3: Jadakiss] Dice hitting the wall, decks getting shuffled Nines getting wiped down, Tecs getting muffled Perico in the plastic stacks in the duffel Niggas coming through getting racks on the muscle You asked me for money, I ain't ask you to hustle The industry is hurt, they looking for the next Russell The hip-hop cops outside waiting to cuff you The Bloods is on Rikers Island waiting to cut you Niggas on the outside just want to abduct you Dudes turned they back on you that you look up to Keep throwing mine in the air, I got enough to And I don't like spending my money, nigga...I love to [Hook: T.L. Cross] One thing y'all know about me I don't play, so just beware You catch me up in V.I.P Up in the club, that's my atmosphere Because I got money to spend -- I keep getting it in From the hood, so I don't play fair And I'mma keep living it up, keep getting it up Keep throwing it up until it all falls down

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Slaughterhouse

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[Verse 1: Royce Da 5'9"] Too many Indians and no Chiefs I pull out the pistol when I pre-mote peace I'm the blueprint I have your clothes lookin' like they was designed by bullet holes and shoe prints When I bless a joint, it's like Spock Came up in the spot and grabbed the beat by the pressure point I got the Vulcan touch I tell my bitch I'mma give up drinkin' when she give her emotions up Too many enemies and no killers Too many that hate snitchin' but know squealers I get stacks (stacks) I blam hard with the click-clack, that Antarctica wrist wrap I spit crack for y'all niggas to get dope Y'all gotta wait for the Transporter to get back So who's the illest? What you talkin 'bout? Die Hard like you Bruce Willis when I shoot to kill it Too many hood guys, not enough good guys The way you say pussy in plural, is puss-i I don't be fuckin' around on that microphone When I'm kickin' them flows on that microphone The illest nigga that's holdin' that microphone I put my heart and my soul in that microphone I put it down on that (microphone) Turn up the motherfuckin' sound on that microphone [Verse 2: Crooked I] But turn it down if you weak on that microphone Lame niggas shouldn't speak on that microphone My ultrasounds show me holdin' a microphone That's on my momma, I was born with a microphone Groupies love Crooked I on the microphone Like James Brown, I'mma die on the microphone Too many rappers need to leave this mic alone They on the same bullshit that Mike was on You're lookin' at the unseen, listenin' to the unheard I kill your career with one word: Slaughterhouse You're verbally flirtin' with murder, you got some nerve I lift your skirt like a young perv - knock 'em out We the mob, homie who need a job Plus I'm so fly tell Derek Fisher I need a lob Too many in this industry I need to rob And if eatin niggas made you obese, I be The Blob Fuck props, nigga this a different conquest Listeners hear me spit and think it's a pissin' contest I'm in it for power, if cowards try to stop me They better off using a fishing pole to reel in the Loch Ness Yes! I got a barrel that'll spot wussies If you are what you eat, how come I'm not pussy? [Verse 3: Joell Ortiz] You lil' niggas better come off that microphone I'm educated but I'm dumb on that microphone Don't even bother, you'll be done on that microphone I'll turn a father to a son on that microphone I'm a revolver in the slum on that microphone And tell The Source I don't need no microphone Too many critics tend to be silly Too many frogs go ribbit but never leave lillies I get it poppin' like a nine milli Now I'm havin' a whale of a good time, I'm a Free Willy Y'all lip singers take a pic, click, cheese really Fans, who their man, I'm they quick pick easily None of you kids spit evenly You body my verse is like a thick bitch leavin' me Ha ha, too many fantasies and no fame Too many claimin' insanity and they so sane Less than whack Scooby Snack lack flow game Rappers everything I do be that crack cocaine Your career is doobie wraps, slap Joe name In any one of them verses, say hello to the hearses Too many monkey see, monkey doers I slaughter pigs on my tail like Punky Brewster [Verse 4: Joe Budden] Niggas know I get it in on that microphone Y'all don't know where to begin on that microphone I don't see how y'all could win on that microphone A pioneer, I set trends on that microphone Decide who you wan' be on that microphone I see a bunch of lil' me's, micro clones Too many 20 milligram Vic's I'm on Killed the web, it don't matter what site you on Say his mouth always runnin' off I tell 'em bridge or tunnel, give a fuck how I come across All these wannabe tough guys, son is soft Gun go off, havin' like a good show, just spun 'em off Treat old-timers like fags who drop the soap They mic got Alzheimer's, forgot that they was dope Too many dogs, not enough barkin yet Too many blueprints, not enough architects Rhyme ain't started yet, still every bar's a mess Fuck record sales or who the machine markets best I'm the last muh'fucker that y'all should test I'm the sharpshooter, you the nigga I target next Too many frontin like y'all that fly Reaching, 'cause we set the bar that high [Outro: Royce Da 5'9", Crooked I, Joell Ortiz & Joe Budden] "I don't be fuckin around on that microphone" "You lame niggas shouldn't speak on that microphone" "You lil' niggas need to come off that microphone" "Niggas know I get it in on that microphone"

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Downfall

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Joe Budden

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[Intro] Yall don't know me Honestly, I can't say that I blame yall I don't even really know myself But, yall probably shouldn't know me [Verse 1] Last thing I'm tryna be is the good guy now I ain't never gave a fuck, why should I now? Like the world's interrupting my song, with an interlude Can't y'all see I'm busy trying to balance out my chemical? Finishing up, what y'all ain't even begin to do When your back's against the ropes it's either him or you Y'all ain't so important that my words are meant for you When did ey'body become so sensual Caught up in the he-say, she-say, blog sites Him and her, broke up, WorldStar, Nahright Dumb fans, they believe, everything that y'all write Found out, friends fake, couldn't even facade right Pressures on, won't fail, nigga got too much to prove Would've been, lost it, but I got too much to lose Say what you want about Joe, but I stood my ground Bitch, I get it up myself, you just put it down They say, I put my whole life on display to my dismay Stop it, you're carrying on without logic Let me tell you this about Joe I only say what I want you to hear You'll only see what I want to show Crushing up the Percocet, chasing the high, Talli I couldn't make this shit up if I tried The forecast shows a downpour Y'all just made God cry, praying for my Downfall [Transition] This shit I'm talking 'bout right here Let me tell you niggas something You can be anything in this world that you want Except for my downfall [Verse 2] I'm a victim of society, circumstance or just feelings Was a nigga victimized? Or just willing? No blinds, no bags, just dealing No foundation or floor plan, just building Check it, nights bright, but the days dark Covered in tattoos, but hate art These eggshells I walk on are razor sharp Staring at the finish line, looking for a way to start I've been called everything, an extremist Is that a bad thing or what they really mean is Anything a nigga do, a nigga mean it And I won't let a person, place or thing come between it An opportunist is how they paint me But if the nigga only knocks once can you blame me? Still I feel like my problems are great Shit, if I don't never solve em' I'm straight On the bright side God choose me to put a lot on my plate So he had to figure I wouldn't be bothered by the weight I'm trying to change the pattern but it's on loop Even an outcast in my own group What's it mean when ey'body standing next to you expects of you Everything that comes wit a spectacle? If everywhere I go, I just leave behind residue Tell me, trust me, I won't think nothing less of you [Hook] I'm sorry I ain't around more Come up with me, or stay on the ground floor I don't need shelter from the downpour Y'all can be whatever you want, just not my downfall They tryna make me slow, tryna take me, no! Can't be my downfall They tryna knock my grind, I won't stop, I'm fine Can't be my downfall [Verse 3] No moment of clarity The next fight showing is a rarity Severity in me against my growin popularity Rappers won't rap, I'm forced to believe they scared of me But can no longer use the scape goat, 'They not aware of me' So y'all can go and throw your little pot shots Some dudes dissed me and temporarily got hot I'm getting my head right, recollecting Y'all looking for some website resurrection Being that I got too much to lose Or maybe a slight chance that a nigga guilty of all that I'm accused No longer amused, affected my loved ones Now they startin' to bruise And I don't want no parts of that abuse Wouldn't wish upon my worst foe, a day in my shoes That'll just eliminate any excuse And why entertain em'? Old me would'a lost my senses, y'all just helping the new me regain em' Been punched in the face It was either feed my family or hunt wit the .38 I ain't want brunch to wait I've out grown Hip-Hop, it turned into a Day-Care So next time some shit is on my mind, it'll stay there I'm staring at the man in the mirror But it ain't helping see the man any clearer So I get M.I.A from around y'all Till God stops answering these prayers for my downfall [Hook] [Verse 4] Tell me what am I to do If I ain't have a soul a nigga always had you, pardon due But I gotta speak candidly How the FUCK could you abandon me?!? Wit 5 years of blood, sweat and tears But it was obviously a disconnect We turned that into a disrespect Said she been holding it inside for years, she's unhappy So the girl I wan' marry was afraid to come and tap me So I went away on tour, and you went on one of your own But while you was on the horn all day wit ol' boy Did you ever think about what it would do to your home? What's his name? Where's he live? What is it he offers? What's he got to give? And I love you so much that when I caught on to your fibs I hit you like a man, you wore it in your ribs I was heated But had to be strong enough to remove the infidelity and see what's underneath it Come to find out you felt lied to and cheated Mistreated, and kept it a big secret Or are you just loose? And I'm so naive I'm tryna give you an excuse Now that I refuse to believe, we life partners Holy water on whatever devil come and try to part us Can't use anything I ever gave you to bury me You supposed to be the one to bury me You wan' leave? Then goodbye Think the grass look greener on the other side, but it's dye [Hook]

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