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Killa Cam

Cam’ron

[Chorus: Opera Steve & Cam'ron] Killa Cam, Killa Cam, Cam Killa Cam, Killa Cam Killa Cam, Cam Killa Cam, Killa Cam, Cam Killa Killa Killa Cam Killa Cam, Cam, Killa (Killa!) Killa Cam, Killa Cam, Cam (Bases loaded) Killa Cam, Killa Cam (Uh-huh) Killa Cam, Cam (Santana on second, Jim on third) Killa Cam, Killa Cam, Cam (I'm at bat) Killa Killa Killa Cam Killa Cam, Cam, Killa (I'm 'bout to hit this shit out the world) Killa Cam (Ugh, Heatmakerz), Killa Cam, Cam Killa Cam, Killa Cam Killa Cam, Cam (Hahahaha) Killa Cam, Killa Cam, Cam Killa Killa Killa Cam Killa Cam, Cam, Killa (We make this shit clap) Killa Cam, Killa Cam, Cam Killa Cam, Killa Cam Killa Cam, Cam Killa Cam, Killa Cam, Cam Killa Killa Killa Cam (Killa! Killa!) Killa Cam, Cam, Killa You might also like[Verse 1: Cam'ron] With the goons I spar, stay in tune with ma (What up?) She like, "Damn, this the realest since 'Kumbaya'" Bomaye, Killa Cam, my Lord (My Lord) Still the man with the pan, scrilla, fam, on board Now bitches, they want to neuter me, niggas, they want to tutor me The hooligan in Houlihan's, maneuvering's nothing new to me Doggy, I'm from the land of grind, pan-pan: gram or dime? Not toes or MC when I say "hammer time" Beef: I hammer mine, when I get my hands on nines If I had on 'Bama line, Corduroys, Cam'll shine Canary burgundy: I call it "Lemon Red" (Red) Yellow diamonds in my ear, call 'em "Lemonheads" Lemonhead, end up dead, ice like Winnipeg Gemstone, Flintstones, you could say I'm friends with Fred You unhappy, scrappy? (What's going on, Scrappy?) I got Pataki at me Bitches say I'm "Tacky Daddy," Range look like Laffy Taffy [Chorus: Opera Steve & Cam'ron] Killa Cam Killa Cam Cam (sing) Killa Cam Killa Cam Killa Cam Cam (uhh, it's me, clap) Killa Cam Killa Cam Cam Killa Killa Killa Cam (sing) Killa Cam Cam Killa (uhh, it's me, clap) Killa Cam Killa Cam Cam (sing) Killa Cam Killa Cam Killa Cam Cam (clap, it's me) Killa Cam Killa Cam Cam Killa Killa Killa Cam (clap) (Harlem, I know y'all know about this) Killa Cam Cam Killa (Killa!) [Verse 2: Cam'ron] Yo, I'm from where Nicky Barnes got rich as fuck Rich and A hit the kitchens then were pitchin' up Rob Base, Mase, Doug E Fresh switched it up (Crack to rap) I do both, who am I to fuck tradition up? (Killa!) So I parked in a tow-away zone Chrome...I don't care That car a throwaway, homes (Killa!) Welcome to Harlem, where you welcome to problems Off of furlough, fellow felons get pardons Them niggas knew we bang Stood out like Pootie Tang Soon as the stoolie sings That when the toolie sing! Bang! Bang! Came from that movie ring Snap, crack jewelry bling Flapjack, ooh he bring Clack-clack, "ooh he ring!" Bad rap, cuties cling Ass cap, put them in the river I'm the sushi king And I'ma keep ya fresh Let the fish eat ya flesh Yes sir, please confess Just say he's the best (Killa!) [Chorus: Opera Steve & Cam'ron] Killa Cam (sing) Killa Cam Cam (clap) Killa Cam Killa Cam (yes) Killa Cam Cam (it's me, sing) Killa Cam Killa Cam Cam (sing) Killa Killa Killa Cam Killa Cam Cam Killa (clap, yes sir, uhh) Killa Cam Killa Cam Cam (sing, clap) Killa Cam Killa Cam Killa Cam Cam (it's me) Killa Cam (sing, clap) Killa Cam Cam Killa Killa Killa Cam (Let me end this shit, listen) Killa Cam Cam Killa [Verse 3: Cam'ron] (Killa!) Yo How dope is this? Teach you how to rope a chick What you want: coke or piff? Got it all, smoke or sniff? (everything) And you know my drift Used to figures, dough and shit (millions) You a rooster nigga, just a roaster, bitch And I roast ya bitch That's how it usually ends Tell her and her groupie friends Go get their coochie cleansed We the moody Gucci, Louis and Pucci men Escada, Prada The chopper it got the Uzi lens Bird's-eye view The birds I knew flip birds Bird gangs, it was birds I flew And word I blew off herb I grew I would serve on stoops Now swerve in coupes It's me, sing! Killa, uhh [Chorus: Opera Steve & Cam'ron] Killa Cam Killa Cam Cam Killa Cam Killa Cam Killa Cam Cam Killa Cam Killa Cam Cam Killa Killa Killa Cam Killa Cam Cam Killa Killa Cam Killa Cam Cam Killa Cam Killa Cam Killa Cam Cam Killa Cam Killa Cam Cam Killa Killa Killa Cam Killa Cam Cam Killa45

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Can I Live

JAY-Z

[Produced by Irv Gotti] [Intro] Yeah, hah, yeah, Roc-A-Fella We invite you to somethin' epic, you know? Well, we hustle out of a sense of hopelessness Sort of a desperation Through that desperation, we become addicted Sort of like the fiends we accustomed to servin' But we feel we have nothin' to lose So, we offer you, well, we offer our lives, right? What do you bring to the table? [Verse 1] While I'm watchin' every nigga watchin' me closely My shit is butter for the bread, they wanna toast me I keep my head, both of them, where they supposed to be Hoes'll get you sidetracked, then clapped from close feet I don't sleep, I'm tired, I feel wired like codeine, these days A brother gotta admire me from four fiends away My pain, wish it was quick to see From sellin' 'caine 'til brains was fried to a fricassee Can't lie, at the time it never bothered me At the bar, gettin' my thug on properly My squad and me lack of respect for authority Laughin' hard, happy to be escapin' poverty, however brief I know this game got valleys and peaks Expectation for dips, for precipitation we stack chips, hardly The youth I used to be, soon to see a mill'in No more Big Willie, my game has grown Prefer you call me William Illin' for revenues, Rayful Edmond-like Channel 7 News, round seven jewels, head dead in the mic Forgettin' all I ever knew, convenient amnesia "I suggest you call my lawyer, I know the procedure." Lock my body, can't trap my mind Easily explain why we adapt to crime I'd rather die enormous than live dormant, that's how we on it Live at the main event, I bet a trip to Maui on it Presidential suites my residential for the weekend Confidentially speakin' in codes since I sense you peekin' The NSX rental, don't be fooled, my game is mental We both out of town, dog, what you tryin' to get into? Viva Las Vegas, see ya later at the crap tables Meet me by the one that starts a G up This way no Fraud Willies present gamblin' they re-up And we can have a pleasant time, sippin' margaritas You might also like[Chorus] Ge-ge-ge-yeahhh Can I live? Can I live? [Verse 2] My mind is infested with sick thoughts that circle Like a Lexus, if driven wrong it's sure to hurt you Dual level like duplexes, in unity My crew and me commit atrocities like we got immunity You guessed it, manifest it In tangible goods, platinum Rolex'd it We don't lease, we buy the whole car, as you should My confederation, dead a nation Explode on detonation, overload the mind of a said patient When it boils to steam, it comes to it We all fiends, gotta do it: even righteous minds go through this True this, the streets school us to spend our money foolish Bond with jewelers and watch for intruders I stepped it up another level, meditated like a Buddhist Recruited lieutenants with ludicrous dreams of gettin' cream "Let's do this," it gets tedious So I keep one eye open like CBS — you see me stressed, right? [Chorus] Can I live? Can I live? Can I live? Can I live?43

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Forgive Me Father

Fabolous

Maybe cause I'm eatin And these bastards fiend for they grub I carry pumps like I serve gasoline to these scrubs Have you seen my Aston leanin on dubs And they can't afford chrome so they puttin Vaseline on they hubs I'm lookin for a girl with a ass like Trina to rub Take home and let her watch the plasma screen in the tub These niggas hate I move as smooth as castor cream in the club And dont pass my green or my bub But I'm a fly nigga that don't do much to pull her and dick her Everyday I'm poppin a tag and pullin a sticker Everyday I'm switchin the tags and pullin up sicker Every "K" I'm loadin the mags with bullets to flicker And I ain't hesitatin homie I'm pullin it quicker So you can act tough After a few pulls of some liquor Gotta pull it on niggas And they won't be goin nowhere for a while They might as well pull out a snicker Ye-Ye-Yea [Hook] Forgive me father for I have sinned But look at all this money that I spend And look at all this jewlery that I'm in And look at all the places that I've been And look at all the women in those brims Look at the blue flames that I'm in I look at all the bullshit that theres been And if I had another chance I'd do it again See Fabolous LiveGet tickets as low as $109You might also like[Verse 2] Anywhere the kid move you know the hammers'll be with me Pokin out the shirt like a Pamela Lee titty I went on tour brought the samples of D wit me Came back a month later bought a Lambo for three-fifty Think I throw you grams if you read with me Just because you see me on the camera with P. Diddy Dammit we P-driddy?? Now I got G with me Along with the third leg that I be rammin in these bitties I keep the revolver you hope my gun'll jam But with the scope its gonna blam The infra put freckles on your face like Opie Cunningham Thats why I'm watched by the Feds and scoped by Uncle Sam Dope and hunn-ed (hundred) grams rope and hunn-ed grams At the same time an artist get to open Summer Jam Hope you understand or use better sense These niggas dont want no beef they want lawsuit settlements Nigga! [Hook] [Verse 3] I'm in a waggy when I'm passin by ya With a baby girl who suck harder than Maggie on a pacifier What I'm smokin'll have you aggie as your last supplier When you can smell it through the baggie you know that's some fire Gettin stressed by these hotties is regular I got a magazine to press to your body like editors Test me somebody I'm beggin ya I got the gatling gun like Jesse The Body in Predator I'm a hustler I dont sling no rocks to the fiends now Got dudes who sit on corners like a boxer between rounds Any other dude who dish rocks want beef Cause I chop dimes bigger than Chris Rock front teeth I'm the nigga tearin the walls up in your miss in exchange for a small cup Of the Cris And while you at probation fillin a small cup full of piss I'm in a coupe with a roof that ball up like a fist (Catch up!)1

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Down and Out

Cam’ron

[Produced by Kanye West and Brian Miller] [Intro: Cam'ron & Kanye West] Ugh, Killa! Baby! Kanye, this that 1970s Heron flow, huh? Yeah, let's speed it up Ugh, I'm back in, ugh, ugh They don't know we finna kill the game this year Killa! 'Ye! C'mon! [Verse 1: Cam'ron] Ayo, street mergers, I legislated; the nerve, I never hated On murders, premeditated—absurd! I hesitated Observe: cock and spray, hit you from a block away Drinking sake on a Suzuki; we in Osaka Bay Playing soccer, stupid, stay in a sucker's place Pluck your ace, take your girl, fuck her face She dealing with Killa, so you love her taste She swallowing Killa 'cause she love the taste I got brought up with crooking, kitchen orders that I'm cooking But got caught up with the juxes You would've thought I was from Brooklyn It gets boring just looking Did like Bill Cosby, pouring in the pudding Now, the dashboard is wooden from a hard-tangled grammar Interior, inferior; Star-Spangled Banner Car game bananas, mob manning tanners Guns everywhere, like the car came with hammers, he's back You might also like[Chorus: Kanye West & (Syleena Johnson)] They trying to say he (I'm down, down) I hear niggas saying he (I'm down, but not out) But our flow is the truest (Oh), the game's in the nooses (No no) Our girls is the models (Oh), they coochies the juiciest (Ooooh) Yeah, they say he (I'm down, down) Yeah, they say he (I'm down, but not out) 'Cause I'm back on my grind (Oh), money back on my mind (No no) Ye and Killa Cam, the world is mine (Oooh) [Verse 2: Cam'ron] I treat bitches straight up, like Simon Says Open vagina; put your legs behind your head Cop me Air Ones, hon, lime and red You got pets? Me too: mines are dead, doggy Fox, minks, gators, that's necessary Accessories, my closet's Pet Sematary I get approached by animal activists I live in a zoo, I run scandals with savages All my niggas get together to gather loot Bodyguard for what? Dog, I'd rather shoot I go to war, old Timbs, battered boots Hand grenade, goggles and a parachute Y'all don't even know the name of my flip It was "Touch Me, Tease Me" when Case was the shit You don't know bout the cases I get: Court case, briefcase, suitcase, cases of Cris', oww! [Chorus: Kanye West & (Syleena Johnson)] They trying to say he (I'm down, down) I hear niggas saying he (I'm down, but not out) But our flow is the truest (Oh), the game's in the nooses (No no) Our girls is the models (Oh), they coochies the juiciest (Ooooh) Yeah, they say he (I'm down, down) Yeah, they say he (I'm down, but not out) 'Cause I'm back on my grind (Oh), money back on my mind (No no) Ye and Killa Cam, the world is mine (Oooh) [Verse 3: Cam'ron] Ugh, Killa, yo, yo, ayo— You dealing with some sure shit, my bitches pure thick Play razor tag, slice your face, you're it! It's I who come by, drive-thru Gator-toed Mauri, three quarters, sky-blue Look at mami: eyes blue, 5'2'' I approached her—"Hi, boo, how you? Pony skin Louie? Oh, you fly too You a stewardess? Good, ma—I fly too" Now, a nigga got baking to bake Harlem shake? Nah, I'm in Harlem shaking the weight Shaking to bake, shaking the Jakes Kill you, shoot the funeral up and Harlem Shake at your wake Just your picture, though; you still taped in a lake I'm laughing; you couldn't wait to escape For anyone who owed the dough, I had to load the four I hope a nigga heard when I said "I told you so" Ugh, Killa! [Chorus: Kanye West & (Syleena Johnson)] They trying to say he (I'm down, down) I hear niggas saying he (I'm down, but not out) But our flow is the truest (Oh), the game's in the nooses (No no) Our girls is the models (Oh), they coochies the juiciest (Ooooh) Yeah, they say he (I'm down, down) Yeah, they say he (I'm down, but not out) 'Cause I'm back on my grind (Oh), money back on my mind (No no) Ye and Killa Cam, the world is mine (Oooh) [Outro: Cam'ron] Mine! Killa! You already know Harlem Whole Midwest, Detroit, Naptown, St. Louis Chicago, of course Westside, holla at me Southside, wild hundreds You know what it is, Ohio Columbus, holla at your boy You know what else I do: Dayton, Youngstown, Cleveland, Cincinnati12

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Fly In

Lil Wayne

[Intro] So they ask me "Young boy What you gon' do the second time around? How you gon' come back?" I tried told 'em "I come back like 32 I jump back like 33" Ugh, hit me That's nothing This is Tha Carter II, people This is Tha Carter II, people Hey [Verse] They call me Mr. Carter, I kissed the daughter Of the dead's forehead, I killed the father Spilled the heart of a mildew hater I will put them body on chill like glaciers, gracias I'm crazy, yes, it's obvious Going against me is atheist I got my angels on my shoulder and a quarter of that angel dust I ain't sniffing, I'm just pitching, your honor I ain't snitching, your honor Hate bitch niggas, bitches with power Vacate when that kitchen get hotter I just sit on the counter Open the cabinet, close the cupboard Put that jar in the skillet, drop a four in the bubbles I remember being young, tryna hustle my dope Tryna tell the old junkies that my crack ain't soap Tryna tell you 'fore you jump that my MAC ain't broke You ain't tryna see how far that black back lane go, no Call me Pac-Man, your ghost is blue I got my Red River rubies and my ocean blue jewelry Usually I'm a hooligan for the money Yeah, I'm eating, but I got a tapeworm in my tummy, oh Make harm and I bomb you in public Hit you with the straight-arm, no warning, nothing Look, it's morning, no yawning or nothing I ain't sleeping, I'm up tryna take a nigga lunch You gon' make a nigga break a nigga fronts Then shake a nigga shorts and we taking what we want I'm so 504, you got to kill me here If you ever looking for me, bitch, I will be here Cash Money is an army, Navy Seal me here Lot of niggas ran from me, but I still be here No chrome on the Continental, I'm so fundamental Crack the Phil', crack the roof, and roll up the windows And my hood love me, they tell me bring it home That's why I holler Hollygrove on each and every song You leaping at a dog, a dog with no bark Just a bite like an old shark And all you rich niggas know Pa, I'm talking 'bout Stunna He like, "Keep your dough," he got your ho And the sun shines on the king and sets on the prince I met the Birdman and I been shining ever since, like thatYou might also like20

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Lollipop (Remix)

Lil Wayne

[Intro: Lil Wayne] Haha Uh-huh No homo (Young Mula, baby!) I say, he's so sweet, make her wanna lick the wrapper Remix, baby! [Verse 1: Kanye West] Lollipop, lollipop, breastses just like Dolly Parton She ride my spaceship 'til she hit the top That hit the spot 'Til she ask, "How many li-i-li-i-licks do it take" 'til she get to shop? Don't worry why my wrists got so freeze Tell a girl, "Like Doritos, that's not 'cho cheese" Tell her friends, "Like Fritos, I'm tryin' to lay" I can't only have one, and I ain't trying to wait This a song with Wayne, so you know it's gon' melt But you ain't finna murder me like everybody else I'ma rap like I got some type respect for myself I don't do it for my health, man, I do it for the belt Man, I do it to the death, 'til the roof get melt Hundred degrees, drop the roof, so the coupe don't melt Man, the flow so cold, chicken soup won't help We need four more hoes, we need oh, oh, oh, oh! You know what it is when we out of town We balling too serious, and you out of bounds So come here, baby girl You're now fucking with the best in the world You might also like[Break: Kanye West & Static Major] Lollipop The best in the world Sh-Sh-She lick me like a lollipop World, world She— She lick me like a lollipop [Chorus: Static Major, Lil Wayne, & Both] Shawty want a thug, thug, thug Bottles in the club, club, club (Bottles in the club) Shawty wanna hump (Shawty wanna) You know I like to touch (Shawty wanna) Your lovely lady lumps, lumps, lumps (Shawty wanna) Shawty want a thug (I like that) Bottles in the club (Hey, I like that) Shawty wanna hump (I like that, haha!) You know I like to touch your lovely lady lumps, lumps, lumps [Verse 2: Lil Wayne] Shawty say she wanna lick the wrapper And she gonna lick the rapper And I just wanna act like a porno-flicking actor I Anita-bake her; now, she caught up in that "Rapture" I got so much chips, I swear, they call me "Hewlett Packard" I got so much chips, you can have a bag if you're a snacker Greedy mother-fudge cake; now, tell me how that fudge tastes I do it for Bloods' sake—soo-woo! Think it's voodoo how that roof do di-di-dissipate Your girl want to participate She so, so sophisticate, 'cause her brain is off the chain And then, my diamonds are in the choir because they sing from off my chain And my Nina just joined the gang because all she do is bang Like Ricky Martin; Wayne and Kanye: pick your poison If that woman wanna cut, then tell her I am Mr. Ointment Tell her to make an appointment with Mr. I-Can't-Make-An-Appointment Take my lollipop and enjoy it—remix! [Chorus: Static Major, Lil Wayne, & Both] Shawty want a thug, thug, thug (Shawty want a thug, yeah!) Bottles in the club, club, club (Bottles in the club, yeah!) Shawty wanna hump (Yeah! Shawty wanna) You know I like to touch (Yeah! Shawty wanna) Your lovely lady lumps, lumps, lumps (Shawty wanna) Shawty want a thug (I like that) Bottles in the club (Hey, I like that) Shawty wanna hump (I like that, haha!) You know I like to touch your lovely lady lumps, lumps, lumps [Verse 3: Lil Wayne] Why would she? She probably be the odd cookie In the plastic bag 'bout to get crushed by a building I've flushed out the feeling of me being the shit 'Cause I was leaving skid marks on everywhere I sit I am everywhere, I'm it, like Hide-and-Go And I can go anywhere: eeny, mini, miney, mo I'm in your neighborhood, area, CD-thing, tapedeck ​iPod, your girlfriend, and she say I got great sex Safe sex is great sex, better wear a latex 'Cause you don't want that late text, that "I think I'm late" text Haha! So wrap it up! Bu-Bu-But he's so sweet, sh-she wanna lick the wrapper [Chorus: Static Major & Lil Wayne] Shawty want a thug Bottles in the club, club, club Shawty wanna hump You know I like to touch Your lovely lady lumps, lumps, lumps (Re-Re-Re-Remix, baby!) [Outro: Static Major] Lick me like a lollipop (Lollipop) She— She lick me like a lollipop (L-Lollipop) Sh-Sh-Sh-She lick me like a lollipop (Lollipop) She— She lick me like a lollipop (Lollipop)24

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I’m Not You

Clipse

[Intro: Pusha T] No, no, no I told you, I lived this shit I ain't up here just rappin' and tappin' Spittin' and skittin' and shit Nah, uh-uh, not me I'm not you, I'm not you, rapper I'm not you Pusha [Verse 1: Pusha T] I keep that Ziploc bustin' at the stitches Culinary chemist, I serve the malicious To break the fiends fixes, one give you the sniffles The other leave you with the itches Transport airport with the Vaseline So I can fulfill my dreams of pastures that's green More cash then ya seen, with an Aston that's green Me driving up fast with the lean Zonin' family, keep youngins in them rented Camrys Door panels full of shit and I ain't full of shit Reckless-ass, God forbid they don't crash From the panel to the dash, it's four pounds of slab Nah, bitch, we don't believe in air bags Cars turn tricks like them Ringling Brothers skits Whether bitch hop out, or the Glock pop out Ya know what I'm about, blow clear ya sinus 'til the snot drop out You might also like[Verse 2: Jadakiss] Whoever said birds fly south for the winter's a damn lie Got 'em right here, and if I don't like you, the grams hide Take it or leave it, soon as a fiend taste it, they need it Make 'em smoke it right in front of you to make you believe it Probably think I won't murder you the way I smile But I'ma take a lot of shots A.I. style And Jada, the name is filthy, but so what? The motherfuckin' game is filthy, you know what? My mom and my pops really did a good job But it was the Montega and the 'caine that built me So I could never hate on another brother God is great, the devil is a motherfucker When you broke but they think you got money Crackers start showin' you love, your own people act funny I tear niggas heads off, I don't discriminate Waves, cornrows or dreads, I will eliminate [Verse 3: Roscoe P. Coldchain] I'm far from a noodle nigga, I stab up block reps And turn quiet streets into hot sets Nigga, that's funny, you say you a killer, how? What is it, the return of the killer clowns? Akhi, you put no fear in my heart I make ya people say, "Wow, that didn't look like my man" They flipped him upside down, the coroner did what he can He got hit with ten rounds at point blank and point blank Coldchain left that nigga stankin' Nigga have static, to his face, I got the wrinkling, slugs all in it I had my eyes on his mink and I didn't give 'em a chance to blink When I jogged up on 'em, pressed the .40 up on him, shocked 'em Made his head stand on end and like a baby, I rocked 'em Your coffin's your cradle, you can't bite the hand that made you That's the beginning of the end, and you a thug that pretends Call Coldchain "Super Nigga," I got X-Ray vision, I see through men And squeeze triggers with bullets that go through men [Verse 4: Styles P] Fuck with S.P., that's ya date with death Got bullets that'll break ya chest No sleep like I hate to rest I'm in the hood like its my fate to rep I hold it down any place I step And I love getting slept on 'Cause I'm rawer than dope, fresh out of Africa that never been stepped on Dawg, I'ma clap at you the minute that you rep wrong Holiday, the Ghost the main reason why your set gone Why I love riffing 'em poor? You wouldn't understand 'Cause my God is different than yours If the world spin in a circle, I want to learn to move backwards Kill niggas the first minute they jerk you What you keep the toaster for? Creeping through the hood and Shit ain't really good, but I'm deeper than the ocean floor Higher than a plane and meaner than a bull I want ya insides out, so I mean it when I pull [Verse 5: Malice] Rappers is talking to me as if (Come on) We in the same boat I tell them quick, "No, I move coke" (Uh-uh) And you and I don't share no common bond So forgive me if I don't receive you with open arms (No) It shames me to no end To feed poison to those who could very well be my kin (Uh-huh) But where there's demand, someone will supply So I feed them their needs, at the same time, cry Yes, it pains me to see them need this All of them lost souls and I'm their Jesus Deepest regret and sympathy to the streets I seen 'em pay for they fix when they kids couldn't eat (So sorry) And with this in mind, I still didn't quit And that's how I know that I ain't shit (I ain't shit) My heart bleed, but that's aside from the fact I live for my kids and theirs and them youngins after that4

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Family Ties

Cam’ron

[Verse 1: Cam'ron] Killa, Dipset Man I spit that pimp talk, you hang out where the pimps collide It's a pimp in my ride, no need to pimp the ride This ain't the pimp camp: pimp limp, pimp stance Pimp-slap a slim tramp, order steak, shrimp scamp Ok-k-kay, you g-g-gay I'll soufflé ya toupée and bottles be a bouquet Right where you stay, or where you stayed That .45 trey deuce spade sprayed, you stayed Unload the click-clack to ya fit cap Hold the shit back, say goodbye and go commit that For 9 years in Spain had the time share Back to Times Square...I got dimes here By the Port Authority, but I got more authority Your girl she ordered Mauri, checks she forge 'em for me Reporters report me how she report to the orgy But it's more to the story: her daughter applaud me [Chorus: Nicole Wray & Cam'ron] We in a zone, our soldiers like to stand by Never alone we 'bout to make the drums cry Dipset, Dipset, Dipset, Dipset, Dipset, Dipset We hold our own, don't think you can move us or push us We step to the side, that's why I call this family ties Dipset, Dipset, Dipset, Dipset, Dipset, Dipset You might also like[Verse 2: Cam'ron] Killa! Uhh From the back of the cop-ride To black-on-black, black when we cop rides I will not hide, "hi ma, hot thighs" Dick on her nose...now she's cock-eyed From whippin' the bacon rolls to outside whippin' the bacon Rolls Sanaa Lathan knows, I'm rakin' but makin' dough 80 holes in your shirt, there: your own Jamaican clothes I ain't talkin' the Poconos, I'm talkin' the Aspens, to slopes we go You get the "okey doke", play me, baby I hope he know We break noses, call him baby Pinocchio (Fuckin' liar), I hold him with blue mittens 2 pigeons, "what the fuck are you pitchin'?" 1 house, 2 kitchens...who's bitchin'? I bring the diesel, won't see the Fu-Schnickens (And I don't trust a hoe) That's mother to baby-mother Motherfucker, you look like a lady-lover I'll touch slap her, dap her, plus clap her Tell her drink, come get drunk, it's nut cracker And it's well known that Rell home Yup, hit E.T up on the cell phone As your family dies, and my family rise Call the network, Dipset, Family Ties (Killa) [Chorus: Nicole Wray & Cam'ron] We in a zone, our soldiers like to stand by Never alone we 'bout to make the drums cry Dipset, Dipset, Dipset, Dipset, Dipset, Dipset We hold our own, don't think you can move us or push us We step to the side, that's why I call this family ties Dipset, Dipset, Dipset, Dipset, Dipset, Dipset [Verse 3: Cam'ron] They see me in that lavender tank, you'd rather just faint I was Fort Laudi, you was Saint Latter-Day Saints Whips get lathered in paint Rap with the rappers, scrap with the actors, cap back: abracadabra And I'm appalled think that we at all comfortable Me in Mauris, these rappers all Theodore Huxtable They mother's a lawyer, they father's a doctor Auction coke to the coppers, Glocks in the locker and Who you supposed to be? Get hung from the rosaries Call me "C.O.D." - that's coke and them Os of D Some OD'ed, B off them Os of D I ain't give a fuck as long as they ain't close to me Put ya drugs in the air, give a toast to me Pump that Dip in ya veins, get dope like me Fuck Kerry and Bush, you should vote for me For real, nigga, on the real the last hope is me [Chorus: Nicole Wray & Cam'ron] We in a zone, our soldiers like to stand by Never alone we 'bout to make the drums cry Dipset, Dipset, Dipset, Dipset, Dipset, Dipset We hold our own, don't think you can move us or push us We step to the side, that's why I call this family ties Dipset, Dipset, Dipset, Dipset, Dipset, Dipset17

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Rockin’ and Rollin’

Cam’ron

[Verse 1] Ay yo you wonder who I are I guzzle up at the bar But you see me in the cars that start with the double R Range Rover, Rolls Royce, even got a Rocky Rolly See more ice than a hockey goalie Baby eating guacamole I did without Now I live it out Cars? got to whip it out Every year I get it out (Why?) I be long gone (Where?) probably Hong Kong Girls with their thong on I'm playing Don Juan Drinking Chandon Where the chron, ma? "You smoke weed?" "What you think, girl? Uh-huh!" Start the car up Take her on a long ride Yo she think my steering wheel on the wrong side No I'm sorry This is the Ferrari Limon like Bacardi Rock with safari But la di da di We like to party And every night, believe, we gon' leave with somebody You might also like[Hook] We was rockin' and rollin' Now we rollin' and smokin' On the phone and we chokin' While you strollin' and hopin' For the tone which you spoke in And I know that you're open Live a Branson life and a brand new 5 Hot man, God damn, Killa Cam be live [Verse 2] Ay yo come on, girlfriend I ain't no actor, really So when you come around here don't be acting silly Askin "did he?" Come on I got the baddest biddies Ass is pretty Like hoes down in Magic City Now you smoke hoes and the coco Niggas say I'm loco Cause I'm low low from the po-po Every night I stroke hoes No-no for homos F doing promos I was Def already I just added the So-So Wherever we at Ready to act Better be strapped I live the life of Riley Whether Teddy or Pat And when it come to the cash Bet I'm heavy with that If your man want to bet Then I bet he be cracked And your little girlfriend She was wet off the bat From the Chevy tonight; Yo, I'll bet she be back For the one night stand Yeah, the sex in the sack Yo I ask her if she miss it Then I tell her to kiss it Come on [Hook] [Verse 3] Ay yo your girl around me? That's like sand to a beach Or a gram to a ki or a branch to a tree Your money? That's my advance to a G And you'll see me and Lance to the B Yeah acting wild Jimmy back me, child How long you think an ounce gonna last me now? But I love when hoes call me "The Cat's Meow" Cause I run up in them and I make their cats meow Are you hip to the jive? How we get to the thighs? Half of my game? Yo, that shit be a lie But it's true about Duke from the hoop to the 5 And I'm right behind him in a coupe that we drive Baby am I slick Oh your friends are sick To see me and my chicks in DKNY kicks And my clique Yo we get the dank and bounce And put another half a mil in my bank account2

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Lord You Know

Cam’ron

[Chorus: Jaheim] Now Lord you know, just how hard I try To live my life and get it right Trying to see some light or even better Way over way a new day, someday Yesterday was filled with sorrow but tomorrow It gets better I know, tell you, I know [Verse 1: Cam'ron] With my muscle you'll be dazzled, but hustlin's a hassle Percocet, Demerol, capsules of Paxil Cops wanna cuff you, niggas wanna clap you Bitches might burn you; they runnin' with that clap too But the monster made it Do it for those incarcerated, who had it confiscated Hate it when they take powder Upstate he take showers Baby moms on Greyhound for 8 hours See her man face-to-face through the glass On the phone. 10 years he got, chasin' that cash Cocaine, he had that game in a smash Felt like the Towers when the planes went on crash It wasn't 9-11, but it was 9-1-1 Gave him 9 plus 1, dropped a dime on dun I told him get his 9 and run Turned himself in, I had to find that dumb You might also like[Chorus: Jaheim] Now Lord you know, just how hard I try To live my life and get it right Trying to see some light or even better Way over way a new day, someday Yesterday was filled with sorrow but tomorrow It gets better I know, tell you, I know [Verse 2: Cam'ron] Ayo, them niggas from the three two, said I can't breeze through The 40 if I cop bottles, we can't believe you Me who? Please boo, landin' in that G2 Same color as beef stew, favorite letters: GQ That's me, true, peach/blue, Hebrew Lawyer on my side keep me out of jail the fees stew, steep? Woo! But it might lead to that R2D2, the mobsters creep through We the new PE, shittin, pee-ew To the hood: y'all don't need me, I need you 'Cause my mission's insane, you couldn't vision the pain Always a snitch in the game, what you want: prison or fame? Either one, dun, long as my digits the same He lookin' frigid, dig it, make sure them digits get changed 'Cause I can't be in Hell's cell, shout out to Mel Mel Cash and Hell Rell, Zeek doin' 3, he even fell, hell He comin' home on '07 and 12 cells 'Cause you must have known, I can't trust the phones For the dough you'll be like Doe, stuck at home [Chorus: Jaheim] Now Lord you know, just how hard I try To live my life and get it right Trying to see some light or even better Way over way a new day, someday Yesterday was filled with sorrow but tomorrow It gets better I know, tell you, I know [Verse 3: Cam'ron] Nowadays dog, they raid up in the ballparks Blaze 'em when they cross sharks We raiders of the lost ark I'm like a ballplayer, shake up and cross narcs They get mad when I lay up in the Porsche Box More props, R.I.P. my poor pops Can't see his son shine like the Four Tops My antennas will block the scanners I got blammers, you'll drop your hammers Lawyers to watch lawyers, cameras to watch cameras Niggas to watch bitches, Nana to watch Grandma In pajamas I snuck out to watch Santa Now look at Killa, you gon' watch Santana [Chorus: Jaheim] Now Lord you know, just how hard I try To live my life and get it right Trying to see some light or even better Way over way a new day, someday Yesterday was filled with sorrow but tomorrow It gets better I know, tell you, I know [Verse 4: Juelz Santana] Now I was born by the river in a little tent Little gate, little fence - I climbed over Little scrapes, little dents - I got over That was just the beginning it's not over It's been a long time comin' Cam It's been a long time riding and a long time running, man Shit done changed since The Wop and The Running Man Since Nino, Gee Money, The Carter, and the Duh-Duh Man It's no longer a New Jack City It's "cop fast and move that quickly" or cops crash Spent a long time coming up this road And I ain't talking rap, man, I'm coming up this road I'm talking crack, man and coming up with O's I'm coming up with halves and coming up with wholes Shit got hectic had to come up with my hoes They would boof it and go, I receive it move it and roll I was comin' from the Q, Zeek was comin' from the O Jim chose to give his work to smash in dough We was all on the paper-run Yeah, waiting for a change to come Now look: the change has come The 7-Pick Up, Yukon, the Range is come The day has come, Dipset remains the ones Most hated by you other motherfuckers In this game, we remain, it's a shame cuz6

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Money On My Mind

Lil Wayne

[Intro] Yeah Money on my mind, money on my mind (Yeah) Money on my mind, money—money on my mind (Yeah) Money on my mind, money on my mind (That's right) Money—money on my mind So money is all I think of (That's right) Money on my mind, money on my mind (Bitch) Money on my mind, m—m—m—money on my mind (You know) M—m—m—money on my mind (Bitch) Money—money on my mind (Bitch) Money—money on my mind So money is all I think of (Ayy) Yeah [Verse 1] Stepping out the motherfuckin' car, they in awe (Yeah) I'm looking like a star, bitch, when you see me, make a wish Holler at your motherfuckin' boy, JR (Brr) Birdman my pa, bitch, ball bred, born rich (Yeah) Dear Mr. Toilet, I'm the shit Got these other haters pissed 'cause my toilet paper thick I know But trip and that 40 make a chip out a potato-head wimp Then like ranch, I dip (Gone) And the hustle is all muscle, just strength When it comes to that weight, I don't struggle, I just lift (One, two) I got my hand on the game, yeah, I make a grip (Yeah) Hundred grand in my fist, same on my wrist Get key money from a quarter, blame it on my wrist (Haha) I whip coke like hoes, nigga, I'm a pimp (Yeah) Lil nigga 'bout to rape the market If we talking 'bout money, baby, now we talkin' You might also like[Chorus] Yeah Fuck bitches, fuck bitches, fuck bitches (Yeah) Get money, get money, get money (Bitch), yeah Get money, fuck bitches Fuck bitches, get money Fuck bitches, get money [Verse 2] Yeah Nigga get it in a slumber if you know how (Uh) In the heart of the summer, we need a snowplow What you know 'bout that? Baby, it's your time Coke transactions on the phone, we call it blowjobs (Yeah) Too fast for the feds, too cocky for the cops Had to ditch my old bitch, gettin' sloppy with the pots (Bitch) Hoppin' off the boat, meetin' papi at the docks (What up?) He tell me I'm gainin' weight, I tell him I'm gettin' paid (Yeah) Money over bitches, I'm yelling it to the grave Developed at a young age (What?), go after what pays (Yeah) These Gabbana sunshades block the sun rays (Bitch) I drop a car note in the mall on the first date (Damn) I gotta get it even if it's in the worst way (Yeah) That cake, like it's, it's my birthday New Orleans my birthplace, you heard me? Where money's more important than a person, nigga [Chorus] Yeah Fuck bitches, fuck bitches, fuck bitches Get money, get money, get money (Bitch), yeah Get money, fuck bitches Fuck bitches, get money Fuck bitches, get money [Verse 3] Twisting up a blunt, thinking 'bout my next dollar (Okay) I'm digging in the game, tryna get some money out her (Okay) I'm so vain, it's a problem (Yeah) There ain't a stain on these Pradas (Uh-uh) I'm just bein' modest (Yeah) Got me a goddess, show her how to divide it (Bitch) She still down and she don't get none of the profit (Yeah) Wheel 'round the city, let the tints hide me That's a cold motherfucker, whoever inside it (Yeah) Forever symbolizin' the grind, it don't walk to you I make it run like horses do (Uh) Giddy up, baby, if he got it, then hit him up, baby (Yeah) I know it's crazy, but I can't get enough, baby (Yeah) I love it, I fuckin' love it I'm a self-made millionaire, fuck the public (Hah) Ridin' to myself, 'cause I don't fuck with nothin' Pistol on my lap on the way to the money [Chorus] Yeah Fuck bitches, fuck bitches, fuck bitches Get money, get money, get money, yeah Get money, fuck bitches Fuck bitches, get money Fuck bitches, get money25

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Think Y’all Know

Fabolous

[Verse 1] You ain't never seen a nigga this large Motherfuck the house, the nigga's garage is as big as the projs I move from city to city like a nigga at large Smooth as Billy D, but it's Jigga's da bars Like you really gon' get me You look hard, but on the inside you softer than a silicon titty The chilla's wrong with me You can look at the kid and see just how them Chinchillas gonna fit me I strut through like I conceal a chrome with me Pockets bulgin like I got some millions with me Any bitch that chill or jones with me End up butt ass naked inside a Villa home with me I got a ziplock the killer grown with me A hit of this Bobby 'll let me feel up on Whitney Justin will cry rivers like he feel I boned Britney I really don't get me, I really won't get me YEAH! [Hook] I think y'all know by now that I ain't nothin' to be fucked with I think y'all know by now that I don't care 'bout who you fuck with I think hoes know by now that I'm that nigga they should bump with I think y'all know by now it's F-A-B-O-L-O-U-S [Verse 2] I'm often asked, HEY, ain't you that guy There's no one else from head to ankle that fly Who put slugs point blank through that guy And there's nothin' that these dudes ain't do that I, can't do at my Earliest convenience, your girlie ain't been seen since The feature with Lil' Mo, over 2 million people, I've reached with my little flow They said sounded like the kid's speech was a little slow (uh huh, uh huh) Personally I think they was reachin' a little though But now they callin' just to get a feature so it'll blow I'm teachin' my little bro To stay on the grind and away from the leeches and little hoes I use the Black Star Power on broads Even devil worshippers gotta bow to the God I know all you cowards, it's hard Your career's dead so I send flowers and cards Without regards, nigga See Fabolous LiveGet tickets as low as $109You might also like[Hook] I think y'all know by now that I ain't nothin' to be fucked with I think y'all know by now that I don't care 'bout who you fuck with I think hoes know by now that I'm that nigga they should bump with I think y'all know by now it's F-A-B-O-L-O-U-S [Outro] Uh, uh, nigga I think they know by now Who the fuck I be Uh, yeah, but um I'm with that S-T-R-E-E-T-F-A-M-I-L-Y Uh, for all you non-spelling motherfuckers, Street Family Yeah, uh, Brooklyn Uh, Fuck up, word to Brooklyn Ha Ha!

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D’Evils

JAY-Z

[Produced by DJ Premier] [Hook Samples: Snoop Dogg + Prodigy] "Dear God – I wonder, can you save me?" "Illuminati want my mind, soul and my body" "Dear God – I wonder, can you save me?" "Secret society, tryna keep they eye on me" "Dear God – I wonder, can you save me?" "Illuminati want my mind, soul and my body" "Dear God – I wonder, can you save me?" "I can't die, I can't die, I can't die" [Verse 1] This shit is wicked on these mean streets None of my friends speak, we're all tryna win But then again, maybe it's for the best though 'Cause when they're sayin' too much You know they're tryna get you touched Whoever said illegal was the easy way out Couldn't understand the mechanics And the workings of the underworld, granted Nine-to-five is how you survive, I ain't tryna survive I'm tryna live it to the limit and love it a lot Life ills poisoned my body, I used to say fuck mic skills I never prayed to God, I prayed to Gotti That's right, it's wicked – that's life, I live it Ain't askin' for forgiveness for my sins, ends I break bread with the late heads Pickin' their brains for angles on all the evils that the game'll do It gets dangerous, money and power is changin' us And now we're lethal, infected with D'evils You might also like[Hook Samples: Snoop Dogg + Prodigy] "Dear God – I wonder, can you save me?" "Illuminati want my mind, soul and my body" "Dear God – I wonder, can you save me?" "Secret society, tryna keep they eye on me" "Dear God – I wonder, can you save me?" "Illuminati want my mind, soul and my body" "Dear God – I wonder, can you save me?" "I can't die, I can't die, I can't die" [Verse 2] We used to fight for building blocks Now we fight for blocks with buildings that make a killin' The closest of friends when we first started But grew apart as the money grew and soon grew black-hearted Thinkin' back when we first learned to use rubbers He never learned, so in turn I'm kidnappin' his baby's mother My hand around her collar, feedin' her cheese She said the taste of dollars was shitty, so I fed her fifties About his whereabouts I wasn't convinced I kept feedin' her money 'til her shit started to make sense Who could ever foresee? We used to stay up all night at slumber parties Now I'm tryna rock his bitch to sleep All the years we were real close Now I see his fears through her tears Know she's wishin' we were still close Don't cry, it is to be; in time I'll take away your miseries and make it mine, D'evils [Hook Samples: Snoop Dogg + Prodigy] "Dear God – I wonder, can you save me?" "Illuminati want my mind, soul and my body" "Dear God – I wonder, can you save me?" "Secret society, tryna keep they eye on me" "Dear God – I wonder, can you save me?" "Illuminati want my mind, soul and my body" "Dear God – I wonder, can you save me?" "I can't die, I can't die, I can't die" [Verse 3] My flesh no nigga could test, my soul is possessed By D'evils in the form of diamonds and Lexuses The Exorcist got me doin' sticks Like, "Homie, you don't know me But the whole world owe me, strip!" Was thought to be a pleasant guy all my fuckin' life So now I'm down for whatever, ain't nothin' nice Throughout my junior high years it was all friendly But now this higher learning got the Remy in me Liquor's invaded my kidneys Got me ready to lick off – Momma, forgive me I can't be held accountable, D'evils beatin' me down, boo Got me runnin' with guys, makin' G's, tellin' lies that sound true Come test me, I never cower For the love of money, son, I'm givin' lead showers Stop screamin', you know the demon said it's best to die And even if Jehovah witness, bet he'll never testify, D'evils [Hook Samples: Snoop Dogg] "Dear God – I wonder, can you save me?" "I can't die, I can't die, I can't die"57

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December 4th

JAY-Z

[Produced by Just Blaze] [Intro: Gloria Carter] Shawn Carter was born December 4th, weighing in at 10 pounds, 8 ounces. He was the last of my four children. The only one who didn't give me any pain when I gave birth to him. And that's how I knew that he was a special child. [Verse 1: JAY-Z] They say "They never really miss you 'til you dead or you gone." So on that note, I'm leavin' after this song So you ain't gotta feel no way about Jay, so long But at least let me tell you why I'm this way, hold on I was conceived by Gloria Carter and Adnis Reeves Who made love under the sycamore tree Which makes me a more sicker MC, and my momma would claim At 10 pounds, when I was born, I didn't give her no pain Although through the years I gave her her fair share I gave her her first real scare, I made up for birth when I got here She knows my purpose wasn't purpose; I ain't perfect, I care But I feel worthless 'cause my shirts wasn't matchin' my gear Now I'm just scratchin' the surface 'cause what's buried under there Was a kid torn apart once his pop disappeared I went to school, got good grades, could behave when I wanted But I had demons deep inside that would raise when confronted Hold on [Interlude: Gloria Carter] Shawn was a very shy child growing up. He was into sports, and a funny story is at 4 he taught himself how to ride a bike. A two-wheeler at that, isn't that special? But I noticed a change in him when me and my husband broke up. You might also like[Verse 2: JAY-Z] Now, all the teachers couldn't reach me And my momma couldn't beat me Hard enough to match the pain of my pop not seein' me So, with that disdain in my membrane Got on my pimp game; fuck the world, my defense came Then DeHaven introduced me to the game Spanish Jose introduced me to 'caine, I'm a hustler now My gear is in and I'm in the in-crowd And all the wavy light-skinned girls is lovin' me now My self-esteem went through the roof, man, I got my swag Got a Volvo from this girl when her man got bagged Plus I hit my momma with cash from a show that I had Supposedly, knowin' nobody paid Jaz wack-ass I'm gettin' ahead of myself; by the way, I could rap But that came second to me movin' this crack "Gimme a second, I swear," I would say about my rap career 'Til '96 came, niggas, I'm here; goodbye! [Interlude: Gloria Carter] Shawn used to be in the kitchen, beating on the table and rapping until the wee hours of the morning. And then I bought him a boom box, and his sisters and brothers said he would drive them nuts. But that was my way to keep him close to me and out of trouble. [Verse 3: JAY-Z] Goodbye to the game, all the spoils, the adrenaline rush Your blood boils you in the spot, knowin' cops could rush And you in a drop, you're so easy to touch No two days are alike except the first and fifteenth, pretty much And "trust" is a word you seldom hear from us Hustlers, we don't sleep, we rest one eye up And the drought will define a man when the well dries up You learn the worth of water without work You thirst 'til you die, yup! And niggas get tied up for product And little brothers' ring fingers get cut up To show mothers they really got 'em And this was the stress I lived with 'Til I decided to try this rap shit for a livin', I pray I'm forgiven For every bad decision I made, every sister I played ‘Cause I'm still paranoid to this day And it's nobody fault, I made the decisions I made This is the life I chose, or rather, the life that chose me [Outro: JAY-Z] If you can't respect that, your whole perspective is wack Maybe you'll love me when I fade to black If you can't respect that, your whole perspective is wack Maybe you'll love me when I fade to black Now if you can't respect that, your whole perspective is wack Maybe you'll love me when I fade to black If you can't respect that, your whole perspective is wack Maybe you'll love me when I fade...46

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’98 Freestyle

Big L

[Verse 1] Yo, fuck all the glamours and glitz, I plan to get rich I'm from New York and never was a fan of the Knicks And I'm all about expandin' my chips You mad 'cause I was in the van with your bitch With both hands on her tits Corleone hold the throne, that you know in your heart I got style plus the way that I be flowin' is sharp A while back, I used to hustle, sellin' blow in the park Countin' G stacks and rockin' ice that glow in the dark Forever hottie huntin' Trigger temper, I'm quick to body somethin' You lookin' at me like I'm probably frontin' I fuck around and throw three in your chest and flee to my rest I'm older and smarter, this is me at my best I stopped hangin' around y'all 'Cause niggas like you be prayin' on my downfall Hopin' I flop, hopin' I stop You probably even hope I get locked Or be on the street corner with a pipe, smokin' the rock I got more riches than you, fuck more bitches than you Only thing I haven't got is more stitches than you Fuckin' punk, you ain't a leader, what!? Nobody followed you You was never shit, your mother should've swallowed you You on some tag-along, flunky yes-man shit Do me a favor — please get off the next man dick And if you think I can't fuck with whoever, put your money up Put your jewels up, no, fuck it, put your honey up Put your raggedy house up, nigga, or shut your mouth up! Before I buck lead and make a lot of blood shed Turn your tux red, I'm far from broke, got enough bread And mad hoes, ask Beavis, I get nothin' Butthead My game is vicious and cruel, fuckin' chicks is a rule If my girl think I'm loyal, then that bitch is a fool How come you can listen to my first album And tell where a lot of niggas got they whole style from? So what you actin' for? You ain't half as raw, you need to practice more Somebody tell this nigga somethin', 'fore I crack his jaw You runnin' with boys, I'm runnin' with men I'mma be rippin' the mics until I'm a hundred-and-ten Have y'all niggas like "Dammit, this nigga done done it again" I throw slugs at idiots, no love for city cops I sport a pretty watch, eight-hundred and fifty rocks I'm makin' wonderful figures I don't fuck with none of you niggas I might pull out this gun on your niggas And rob every last one of you niggas You might also like[Bridge] Aight, let me kick some more shit, one more time (Yeah-yeah... Spit, some more) - Bobbito Aight, check it out, yeah, check it out Yeah, check it out, yeah, check it out Uhh, check it out, aight, check it out Aight, we gon' hit it like this, check it out [Verse 2] Yo, check it, yo, my shit is hot like jerk chicken I should rob you, but with that cheap shit, you ain’t worth stickin' I’ve got a left hook that be leavin' guys knocked out Keep frontin', and I'mma choke you 'til your eyes pop out I was taught that if a nigga swing, swing right back Battle Corleone — why do a stupid thing like that? Yo, I’m not in the mood, son, so don’t push me tonight Plus I fucked your little sister, and that pussy was right That pussy was tight, grippin' my dick like a pair of pliers You fuckin' snitch — right now, you prolly wearin' wires It’s not a joke, so as soon as he laugh I’mma strip him naked and stick a long broom in his ass Leave him heart-broken, make him quit rap and start smokin' My album is done, so no, there ain't no parts open I’m not a sweet stud, I’m a street thug That’s quick to beat a nigga like a cheap rug 'til he leak blood You sure soft, watched you fall off, might slide your whore off Then call all off, and tear your jaw off My life is far out, I got star clout Every week, bring a different car out Go to clubs and buy the bar out You ain’t a player, put that cigar out Take that suit off, before I shoot off, and tear your roof off Leave your clothes bloody-red like the nose of Rudolph I rocked many stages and never got booed off I might let this gat burst, put you in a big black hearse For that wack verse, should have tried these other cats first 'Cause none of y'all niggas can fuck with me And if your man wanna join, I got McGruff with me, we puff much izzy I do shit that only tough men do And them cats you with — fuck them too, I’ll buck them too Be careful what you rush into, you lame-ass nigga No dough, always on the train-ass nigga Canal Street, 10-karat-chain-ass nigga You got fucked upstate, you cupcake How many dicks can your butt take? I ran through every bitch in my path I was fuckin' chicks in the ass when I was six-and-a-half Yo, I’mma take you out your misery And after this, nigga Put you in the social studies book 'cause you’re history65

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What Happened to That Boy?

Birdman

[Intro: Birdman] Ayy-ayy, ayy, ayy Yeah Tote 'em up, light it up, nigga (Tote 'em up, light it up, nigga, put it in the air, mo—) (Birdman, motherfucker) Birdman, motherfucker, fucker Clipse (Clipse), VA (VA) NO, nigga (NO, nigga) What you smell? (Money smell) Coca leaf plants, boy (Coca leaf plants, bitch) Coca leaf plants straight off the border, motherfucker Ayy-ayy, yola, come on, little'un', handle your business for me, boy [Chorus: Pusha T, Birdman & Malice] (Brrrrrrrrrrr!) What happened to that boy? (Yeah) (Brrrrrrrrrrr!) What happened to that boy? (Brrrrrrrrrrr!) What happened to that boy? He was talking shit, we put a clappin' to that boy (Brrrrrrrrrrr!) What happened to that boy? (Whoa) (Brrrrrrrrrrr!) What happened to that boy? (Yeah) (Brrrrrrrrrrr!) What happened to that boy? (Malicious) He was talking shit, we put a clappin' to that boy (Yeah) [Verse 1: Malice] I heard they snitching on a player; man, say it ain't so Even as a young'un', they consigned me to blow Which explains why I'm worth my weight in gold While they was taking baby steps from an eighth to an O Word in the streets that the envy is me Enough ice on that watch to make a nigga lose sleep Magnified face help the bitch see clearly Nine on the waist, hit the bitch up severely I'm known for the flip of that cocaína I'm heavy in the street like the 7-Serie' Beemer, man Hit 'em with the Nina, man Or that four-fit', guaranteed to lean your man, whoa! I'm the reason that your block is vacant Malicious will hit you just to make a statement, bitch Clipse and Cash Money—who ain't rich? Don't compare me to you, nigga; you ain't this, whoa! You might also like[Chorus: Pusha T & Birdman] (Brrrrrrrrrrr!) What happened to that boy? (Brrrrrrrrrrr!) What happened to that boy? (Brrrrrrrrrrr!) What happened to that boy? He was talking shit, we put a clappin' to that boy (Brrrrrrrrrrr!) What happened to that boy? (Ayy) (Brrrrrrrrrrr!) What happened to that boy? (Brrrrrrrrrrr!) What happened to that boy? (Ayy-ayy, ayy-ayy, ayy-ayy) He was talking shit, we put a clappin' to that boy (Ayy, ayy) [Verse 2: Birdman] Stunna and Patty Cake, the worldwide pusher (Let's get this money, nigga! Let's get this money!) Birdman, nigga, leave the guns in the bushes Been shitting up bricks, unload 'em to Gussy (Cuff 'em up, light 'em up, bitch) Boss of the ghetto with the round-shape cookie Shit one, throw one, nigga, flood the block If I don't go to jail, nigga, birds gon' flock (Brrr! Brrr!) Nigga sitting on the toilet, bitch, get off the pot! The bird just landed so the hood gonna rock New whips, big chips, the Prada-Gucci shit Bought mami a fly Benz, the wide, skinny lips She takes my flight, she holds my weight While the Port was staked out from state to state It ain't nothing to a baller, baby Pay the cost, big money, heavyweight, Birdman, hood boss, baby Stepping on my line, I'll show a little something Make Corleone come out and the black crow'll touch you [Chorus: Pusha T & Birdman] (Brrrrrrrrrrr!) What happened to that boy? (Brrrrrrrrrrr!) What happened to that boy? (Brrrrrrrrrrr!) What happened to that boy? He was talking shit, we put a clappin' to that boy (Brrrrrrrrrrr!) What happened to that boy? (Ayy) (Brrrrrrrrrrr!) What happened to that boy? (Brrrrrrrrrrr!) What happened to that boy? He was talking shit, we put a clappin' to that boy [Verse 3: Pusha T] Uugh! Another soul lost Had to make his shirt match my oxblood-colored Porsche Uugh! The rims match, of course Blood hit his Timbs, it reminded me of them Glistening, wrist on chiller Gun in the same palm, a gorgeous killer I put this on my Lord: My niece was four when she felt chinchilla I passed the chauffeur that shit That made fiends rise from the dead like "Thriller" Gangster, hustler At night, still found time to kiss my mother Live like I'm dreaming, kick my feet up Gun poked my waist, remind me of my demon, so Quit your yappin' before I get to clappin' And have your body parts mix-and-matchin', fella [Chorus: Pusha T & Birdman] (Brrrrrrrrrrr!) What happened to that boy? (Brrrrrrrrrrr!) What happened to that boy? (Brrrrrrrrrrr!) What happened to that boy? (Ayy) He was talking shit, we put a clappin' to that boy (Ayy, ayy) (Brrrrrrrrrrr!) What happened to that boy? (Ayy) (Brrrrrrrrrrr!) What happened to that boy? (Brrrrrrrrrrr!) What happened to that boy? He was talking shit, we put a clappin' to that boy (Ayy, ayy) [Outro: Birdman] Ayy-ayy, ayy-ayy There it is, nigga—there you have it (You know) Birdman, Clipse, you under-smell? VA (VA), you know? Uptown nigga (Uptown, ride out) We go anywhere with this bullshit (Anywhere with this bullshit) We flip bricks, you under-smell? (Gangster, motherfucker) Ayy, nigga, put this puzzle together Ayy, Pharrell, you did it this year, nigga (You did it, nigga) Thousand pieces (Uh-huh), puzzles (Star Trak), hundred, you know Let's get this money (Yeah, let's get the money, baby) Hey nigga, I smell something! Coca leaf plants, bitch (Coca leaf plants, you under-smell? Let's get the money, biatch!) Get money, motherfucker (Biatch!) However you want it, you can get it, pimp From gangster to blood, nigga, take it how you want it, nigga We get it how we live Ain't nothin' but the thug thing, nigga Money thing, motherfucker18

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It’s Hot (Some Like It Hot)

JAY-Z

[Produced by Timbaland] [Intro] Can't stop it, nigga (Ugh) Check, mm-mm, uh-huh Can't stop that, ch-ch (Timbaland shit, huh) Put your hands together (Jiggaman shit, huh) Yeah, ugh Brooklyn, Brook-Brooklyn, huh (That's right) Put your motherfuckin' hands together, uh-huh This that shit Yo, ugh Put your motherfuckin' hands together, can't stop it Yo, yo [Verse 1] Show-closer, J-to-the-A-Y-Hova Place-shutter-down, who the fuck'll fuck around? Game-spitter, Range-sitter, Bentley-driver, nigga Keep a full clip, I have to empty out on niggas Ho-bagger, no-slacker Get this shit jumpin' ike eight blacks, four crackers— Get your ass jumped Cris'-sipper, six-dipper, wrist glitter, nigga Gat-buster, ass-toucher, clit-licker Go against Jigga? Your ass is dense I'm about a dollar—what the fuck is fifty cents? Hot shit, kick a nigga, turn these mics out My jewelry so bright you can turn these lights out Hova's like Noah: Keep two in the truck I'm like U-Haul: Every bitch moving, I fuck You move, slut, I gotta put two in your butt I'm everything: the whens, whys, whos, and what Nigga, what! You might also like[Chorus] Hell, no, you can't stop it—when it's hot, it's hot My grind, keep me jumpin' out of drop to drop My shine, lose your sight tryna watch the watch When there's drama, Jigga pop—Jigga pop, pop Hell no you can't stop it (Ugh)—when it's hot, it's hot My grind, keep me jumpin' out of drop to drop My shine, lose your sight tryna watch the watch (Motherfuckin' hands together) When there's drama, Jigga pop—Jigga pop, pop [Verse 2] Separate myself from the lame, no you can't see me I'm six-oh-oh, you're three hundred C-E Give my ladies dick, my young hoes pee-pee Hits in a row like MJ ("Hee-hee!") Since I was waist height, late night, bustin' in the clouds Running wild, coming home late, cussin' out my mouth Niggas said, "Bryan, leave your cousin in the house Every time we play the Dozen, he's bugging out" While y'all was playing yo-yo, I was sitting on low pros Dippin' the po-po, gettin' that dough-dough No, no, I ain't stupid—I take loot, kid What's in the bank? Shoot it, lose it like I ain't do it You wanna play Jigga, nigga? What you drank, fluid? Got a full tank, now you wanna pull rank? I clap steel, act ill, Jigga shoot thee Give you chest pains, leg sprains—absolutely! What! [Chorus] Hell, no, you can't stop it—when it's hot it's hot My grind, keep me jumpin' out of drop to drop My shine, lose your sight tryna watch the watch When there's drama Jigga pop, Jigga pop, pop Hell, no, you can't stop it—when it's hot, it's hot My grind, keep me jumpin' out of drop to drop My shine, lose your sight tryna watch the watch When there's drama, Jigga pop—Jigga pop, pop, pop [Verse 3] Thirty-eight revolve like a Sun 'round the Earth Try to play hard get you found 'round the dirt Six shell casings found 'round your shirt (*Crying*) In surround sound from the Hearse Jiggaman, trigger-man, hit your man up Six shots, hit the pole, hit the van up Kidnap grown folks, get them grands up Timbaland, hot shit—get them hands up [Chorus] Hell, no, you can't stop it—when it's hot, it's hot My grind, keep me jumpin' out of drop to drop My shine, lose your sight tryna watch the watch When there's drama, Jigga pop—Jigga pop, pop Hell, no, you can't stop it (Ugh)—when it's hot, it's hot My grind, keep me jumpin' out of drop to drop My shine, lose your sight tryna watch the watch (Motherfuckin' hands together) When there's drama Jigga pop, Jigga pop, pop (Nigga, what!) Hell, no, you can't stop it—when it's hot it's hot My grind, keep me jumpin' out of drop to drop My shine, lose your sight tryna watch the watch When there's drama Jigga pop—Jigga pop, pop Hell, no, you can't stop it—when it's hot, it's hot My grind, keep me jumpin' out of drop to drop My shine, lose your sight tryna watch the watch When there's drama, Jigga pop—Jigga pop, pop, pop12

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Losing Weight, Pt. 2

Cam’ron

[Intro] Know what's poppin', I'm not fuckin' with you, man You ain't have my money now, my connect not fuckin' with me Get the fuck out of here Nah, nah, yo, B, word to— word to Blood, yo, we— We got it poppin' right now Me, Left, and Gator, man, we just got Papi for a brick and a half, B I got everything I owe you and a another half for you right now in the car, that's word, B Right now? Right now, B Good, good, good, good, good You got your fuckin' head on your fuckin' shoulders now, B Yeah, yeah, that's what I'm talkin' about, nigga Let me think, let me think Now I could go back to— I'm goin' back to North Carolina, down in Greensboro and take care— Where I can take care with Thi and Bum and them niggas Jimmy and Zek' is right now in Massachusetts, I'ma call them Okay I'ma give you the directions, take the Benz If you get lost, push the OnStar, you know what I'm sayin'? The directions get you straight there, you know what I mean? Okay, let's do it Be careful, put that shit away, man, you know what I mean? Be careful, I love you, alright? You good Call me on the cell if you got a problem You might also like[Chorus: Cam'ron] Ayo, fuck losing weight I'm back on these highways moving cakes Life's based upon what I'ma do today Cop a car, new estate Nah, fuck it, get the beef and brocs, blue and gray Baby due today ('Day) I got to move an eighth (Eighth) Fuck the scrutiny Y'all niggas screwing me (Fuck 'em) Killa never let the drama slide Y'all gon' hear a nigga mama die (Yo, yo) Yell out homicide [Verse 1: Cam'ron] Eighteen months? Please, that ain't facing time I'm stressed anyway, need it for vacation time I'ma do the right thing, though, take shock anyway Six months, right back on the damn block anyway (Anyway) But look, money from across the street Think it's sweet, think he get money across the street Me and my peeps often meet And five-oh, they work for us (Us), walk the beat Walk with heat 'cause talk is cheap (Cheap) So dun stay silent (Shh) Revolvers, automatics, guns stay silent (Silent) When it comes to beef, it becomes a talent (Talent) Remember me, ODB, I'm the one from "Violence," Killa Digital ten, shit get critical, friend I got eight hundred invisible men That mean it could be the bank man Person at the gas station filling up your tank, fam Lady at the frank stand (Stand) Will rat poison your relish right in the center, babe Bitch is a renegade, she'll piss in your lemonade (Lemonade) And y'all dead now, that, you could bet now Do like a toaster, put your bread down Upset now, hate when I gotta rep clowns, blow TEC rounds In a collision, I see their ambition (I see it) But they don't know them days I was stooped up and pitching Or all them hot summers I was cooped up in the kitchen When it came to grams, it was ninety I fried Three-fifty on the stove and it's ninety outside ('Side) I'ma get this girl that be stuffing my bricks Felt life cheated her, she be cutting her wrists Her mom died, her-on overdose stuffed in her wrist Father fucking her, older man fucking her sis But love my music, say I do nothing but hits She'll do anything for me, nothing but hits 'Cause when she needed help, I got her nothing but fixed Needed coke, needed dope, yeah, I gave her a fix So she went across the street, gave him a kiss Stuck her tongue out, flirted, played with his dick "You know Cam?" He said, "Yeah, don't play with his chips" (Chips) Stood back, blazed him with six, amazing and shit Huh? Killa, Killa, Dipset, nigga [Chorus: Juelz Santana] Yo, fuck losing weight (Uh-huh) We back on these highways, we moving cakes Life's based upon what I'ma do today Take my moms, move away Yeah, I think I'ma cop me that new estate (Uh-huh) Baby due today (Come on) I got to move an eighth (That's right) Fuck the scrutiny Y'all niggas screwing me (Yeah) Juelz never let the cops get me On the block 'til the shots hit me (Yo) Until the shots get me [Verse 2: Juelz Santana] Niggas wanna know why I'm so nice When it comes to spitting that fire It's real, dog, I live in the fire Used to being in the streets, homie In the midst of the fire Break work, put it in pots, sit it in fire Quick to grab the fifth and just fire Try to peel off, I'm hitting your tires Hittin' your doors while your car's spinning, hitting the wall That's just the beginning of war I let you know you dealing with dogs My villains'll finish you off Head in your chest, brain Dead on the Van Wyck expressway While I got my hand in the TEC, wave Niggas like, "Fuck, is he stupid?" (Yes, I am) Cops wanna cuff me, do it You wanna be a hero, snuff me, do it Rush me, do it Shit, like I ain't been through the scars and bruises Like I ain't been through the bars, seen the sergeant troopers Look at my body, I lost so much weight Cops raiding my spot, I done lost so much weight I'm telling Papi, "Front me a brick, let me owe that cake" He telling me he ain't got but so much weight He been waiting for his connection to come I'm like, "At least give me a half, I'll compress it and stretch it to one" I'm on the block as usual With that block that you chop and the rocks as usual Watching for the cops that's moving through Me and my soldiers know the rules to use case we get bopped by the dudes in blue Keep your mouth locked, screwed, and glued Or shots from the Ruger duke'll circle round your body like hula-hoops (Woo) Mami told me, "Son, hold your own" And one day you gon' grow to be a rolling stone I believed her Juelz never let the cops get me On the block 'til the shots hit me [Chorus: Cam'ron & Juelz Santana] Ayo, fuck losing weight I'm back on these highways moving cakes Life's based upon what I'ma do today Cop a car, new estate Nah, fuck it, get the beef and brocs, blue and gray Baby due today ('Day) I got to move an eighth (Eighth) Fuck the scrutiny Y'all niggas screwing me (Fuck 'em) Killa never let the drama slide Y'all gon' hear a nigga mama die Yell out homicide Yo, fuck losing weight (Uh-huh) We back on these highways, we moving cakes Life's based upon what I'ma do today Take my moms, move away Yeah, I think I'ma cop me that new estate Baby due today I got to move an eighth (That's right) Fuck the scrutiny Y'all niggas screwing me Juelz never let the cops get me On the block 'til the shots hit me Until the shots get me4

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Colors

Gucci Mane

[Verse 1] Blue and white Charger Same color the Dodgers Crayola car same color as a marker Red '74 same color as a Cardinal Fat bank rolls like I robbed Wells Fargo Black Bentley coupe same color as some charcoal Clear through top same color as a dope boy Off-white Jag same color as the yayo Pure white guts same color as some mayo Transformer Benz Decepticon like Legos Sixes got my donk sitting like a Winnebago Paint like Play-Doh The alfredo Lambo The shrimp scampi Chevy and the guts look like egg yolk [Hook] Colors, colors All my ice is colors, colors I live my life in colors, colors And my girls is colors, colors And my world is colors, colors I live my life in colors, colors I rock my ice in colors, colors And my world's in colors, colors And my girls is See Gucci Mane LiveGet tickets as low as $90You might also like[Verse 2] Benz look like Fruit Loops Diamonds look like Juicy Fruit See-through golden brownish coupe Same color as apple juice Flashy as a stack or two Safe like da crackers do Green and golden Chevy same color as the Packers boots Dark and patent leather seats Mellow yellow bezel Got the ground beef guts painted Hamburger Helper Amazon Jacob same color as a leopard Black diamonds in it same color as a checker Red and blue and white 'Bird like Woody Woodpecker Smoked a half an ounce of goody cause it make me feel better Chopper on the floor Shotty on the dresser Million dollar lick and I hope it be successful [Hook] [Verse 3] Brand new black Benz Same color a ink pen Took it to the tech shop Sat it on some street spins Retro Jordans same color as my painted rims Porsches look like Seagram gin Forces look like oxygen Vette look like margarine when it hit the block I named that bitch "Chiquita" then removed her from the top Bought my girlfriend Gucci loafers and a pocketbook Got her looking fruity like she got her color book Trophy-trophy dosey-dosey Jake Jake no rolly-polly Guatemala 740 same color as guacamole Sour cream and onions Ferrari look like Funyuns White and green Lotus same color as the MONEY!3

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A Milli

Fabolous

It's time to get money I got a million reasons why I'm better than them (a million) Yeah (I'm about to give you one right now) It's Loso in case you ain't know so baby; let get right into it What's really the dilly with these silly muhfuckas Buncha fake ass Milli Vanilli muhfuckas Yet still these muhfuckas say they feel these muhfuckas But I only smoke Dutches I don't feel these muhfuckas They gon pull and shoot what? No really muhfucka You gon run, prolly pull ya achilly muhfucka Nigga please, you wouldn't pop a wheelie muhfucka You wouldn't raise the heat if you was chilly muhfucka I will kill these muhfuckas Till' these muhfuckas know that I Am Legend Call me Big Willy muhfucka I'm wit Freck Billi and some West Philly muhfuckas And you can be a vic if you get silly muhfucka So if you feelin froggy leap that lily muhfucka And I'll serve yo fruity ass like Wet Willies muhfucka I'm like Obama to these silly muhfuckas And you niggas is Clinton, Hill Billy muhfuckas Niggas said you niggas is Clinton. Hill Billy muhfuckers Hillary, Bill Clin--Fuck it. They don't get it See Fabolous LiveGet tickets as low as $109You might also likeI am a million-aire in some Louis V millionaires White bucket like Gilligan wear La familia in here, don't care who over there Red rover red rover send them bitches over here You can also send the waiter, yeah I think his name Ramon Tell his slow ass to c'mon wit that Grey Goose and Patron Tryna get em in the zone da da da zone So I can pick and roll like Stockton and Malone Ya smell me, nah baby not my cologne Let me be clear as some Bacardi Limon Looky here Simone, you can call the phone But if you ain't tryna bone you'll be talkin to the tone I'm so cocky that all I wanna do is bone I'm so Rocky my last name should be Stallone I ain't Jimmy baby, I ain't here to Jones Fuck whatcha talkin bout....its Los1

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Big Girl

Ghostface Killah

[Produced by Ghostface Killah and Anthony Acid] Every girl that's guilty of waiting so long, sometime So it seems like it doesn't make sense [Female singing with laughing in the background] [Sniffing] [Verse] Yeah, it was them cute pretty bitches that was smelling like coke They kept going [egh egh] like they had shit in they throats They had stacks on the tables, cables I had to say it was like early May A few days 'til my birthday date, baby date I'll play to the sucker DJ, looking like Enrique Told him to throw in that Supreme Cliee-ente He said just gave a nod with a thumbs-up wink I just put down my dollar bill, took off my mink Bartenders know we big spenders, gave us those mobster drinks Sent us lobsters and cigars that stink Playing them oldie-but-goodie classics, them honies had fat asses Noses runnin' from the raw, they hid behind they glasses Toney with the Montana, I came to play With my long fingernail, your honey should pass that yay Let me see what color you got boo, I got that beige I see y'all from the perihperals, ladies far right from the stage I'm 33, I look 26 with big furs on What y'all inherit, the Santa Maria? Y'all money that long? Your father must have fell back when y'all started fucking You asked me what I think about dude? I say "fuck him" And this one bitch called me Fat Albert The way my pockets had the mumps, you know that Ghost is 'bout it Then I asked these young ladies do they buff helmets They said "fuck you", took a sniff and then they didn't tell me Just because you left home, this is Tone Yo, you see I flip stones Birthstone, you ain't grown fuck around and get boned 3 rich pretty young ladies lost at 6, Gucci kicks And they picky when it come to they dick If y'all ladies was all mine I'd teach you well Free tales, sweet smells, eat well, hear bells Before you sleep, read your books like it was my fanmail And when you wake, you be a new woman, know the whole world can tell Word life, put you to school when the clubs'll stop College girl, pay for your books at 200 a pop And all I ask in life's for you to be careful Stay focused, take care of your health Have kids and marry a prince Good luck and happiness And no longer shut yourself in, taste the pain, the sorrow The sun'll shine and still come out tomorrow And maybe be a secretary, business woman, 5th Ave., or run a library You got the right conversation, education and looks With the right intelligence to stay away from them crooks Baby get on your feet, be an accountant, doctor, lawyer or nurses's aid Computer wizard, you about to get paid You might also like[Outro, over background singing] Yea You know I just met y'all And I love y'all already and all that But I gotta get off that nose candy To make it in life and all that shit That's why I'm here I'm like a father figure and all that shit I let y'all get high, and that's all you're going to do but Ya'nawm sayin? Cause I drop jewels all over the place Y'all too pretty for that Some of y'all nose hairs is burnt I just want you to snap out of it You know why? cause you's a5

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C.R.E.A.M.

Wu-Tang Clan

[Produced by RZA] [Intro: Raekwon & Method Man] What that nigga want, God? Word up, look out for the cops though (Wu-Tang five finger shit, fam) Cash rules- Word up, two for fives over here, baby Word up, two for fives, niggas got garbage down the way Word up, know what I'm sayin'? Cash rules everything around me, C.R.E.A.M. get- Yeah, check this old fly shit out, word up (Cash rules everything around me) Take you on a natural joint (C.R.E.A.M. get the money) (Dollar dollar bill, y'all) Here we, here we go, check this shit, yo [Verse 1: Raekwon] I grew up on the crime side, the New York Times side Stayin' alive was no jive Had secondhands, Mom's bounced on old man So then we moved to Shaolin land A young youth, yo, rockin' the gold tooth, 'Lo goose Only way I begin the G off was drug loot And let's start it like this, son Rollin' with this one and that one, pullin' out gats for fun But it was just a dream for the teen Who was a fiend, started smokin' woolies at 16 And runnin' up in gates and doin' hits for high stakes Makin' my way on fire escapes No question, I would speed for cracks and weed The combination made my eyes bleed No question, I would flow off and try to get the dough all Stickin' up white boys in ball courts My life got no better, same damn 'Lo sweater Times is rough and tough like leather Figured out I went the wrong route So I got with a sick-ass clique and went all out Catchin' keys from 'cross seas Rollin' in MPV's, every week we made forty G's Yo, nigga, respect mine, or here go the TEC-9 Ch-chick-pow! Move from the gate now See Wu-Tang Clan LiveGet tickets as low as $22You might also like[Chorus: Method Man] Cash rules everything around me C.R.E.A.M., get the money Dollar dollar bill, y'all Cash rules everything around me C.R.E.A.M., get the money Dollar dollar bill, y'all [Verse 2: Inspectah Deck] It's been twenty-two long, hard years, I'm still strugglin' Survival got me buggin', but I'm alive on arrival I peep at the shape of the streets And stay awake to the ways of the world 'cause shit is deep A man with a dream with plans to make cream Which failed; I went to jail at the age of fifteen A young buck sellin' drugs and such, who never had much Tryin' to get a clutch at what I could not— The court played me short, now I face incarceration Pacin', goin' upstate's my destination Handcuffed in the back of a bus, forty of us Life as a shorty shouldn't be so rough But as the world turned, I learned life is hell Livin' in the world no different from a cell Every day I escape from Jakes givin' chase Sellin' base, smokin' bones in the staircase Though I don't know why I chose to smoke sess I guess that's the time when I'm not depressed But I'm still depressed, and I ask: what's it worth? Ready to give up so I seek the old Earth Who explained workin' hard may help you maintain To learn to overcome the heartaches and pain We got stick-up kids, corrupt cops, and crack rocks And stray shots, all on the block that stays hot Leave it up to me while I be livin' proof To kick the truth to the young black youth But shorty's runnin' wild, smokin' sess, drinkin' beer And ain't tryna hear what I'm kickin' in his ear Neglected for now, but yo, it gots to be accepted That what? That life is hectic [Chorus: Method Man & Inspectah Deck] Cash rules everything around me C.R.E.A.M., get the money Dollar dollar bill, y'all Cash rules everything around me (My niggas gots to do what they gotta do) C.R.E.A.M., get the money Dollar dollar bill, y'all (To get through, know what I'm sayin'?) Cash rules everything around me (Because you can't just get by no more) C.R.E.A.M., get the money Dollar dollar bill, y'all (Word up, you gotta get over, straight up and down) Cash rules everything around me C.R.E.A.M., get the money Dollar dollar bill, y'all [Outro: Method Man] Yeah, yeah Cash rules everything around me C.R.E.A.M., get the money Dollar dollar bill, y'all Cash rules everything around me C.R.E.A.M., get the money Dollar dollar bill, y'all Cash rules everything around me C.R.E.A.M., get the money Dollar dollar bill, y'all Cash rules everything around me C.R.E.A.M., get the money Dollar dollar bill, y'all-all-all, yeah228

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Warning

The Notorious B.I.G.

[Produced by Easy Mo Bee] [Verse 1: The Notorious B.I.G. & Pop] Who the fuck is this, pagin' me at 5:46 in the morning? Crack of dawn and now I'm yawnin' Wipe the cold out my eye See who's this pagin' me and why It's my nigga, Pop from the barbershop Told me he was in the gambling spot and heard the intricate plot Of niggas wanna stick me like flypaper, neighbor Slow down, love, please chill, drop the caper Remember them niggas from the hill up in Brownsville That you rolled dice with, smoked blunts and got nice with? Yeah, my nigga Fame up in Prospect Nah, them my niggas, nah, love, wouldn't disrespect I didn't say them They schooled me to some niggas that you knew from back when When you was clockin' minor figures Now they heard you're blowin' up like nitro And they wanna stick the knife through your windpipe slow So, thank Fame for warnin' me, 'cause now I'm warnin' you I got the MAC, nigga, tell me what you gonna do [Chorus] Damn, niggas wanna stick me for my paper Damn, niggas wanna stick me for my paper Damn, niggas wanna stick me for my paper Damn, niggas wanna stick me for my paper You might also like[Verse 2: The Notorious B.I.G. & Pop] They heard about the Rolexes and the Lexus With the Texas license plates out of state They heard about the pounds you got down in Georgetown And they heard you got half of Virginia locked down They even heard about the crib You bought your moms out in Florida, the Fifth Corridor Call the coroner! There's gonna be a lot of slow singin' and flower-bringin' If my burglar alarm starts ringin' What ya think all the guns is for? All-purpose war, got the Rottweilers by the door And I feed 'em gunpowder so they can devour The criminals tryin' to drop my decimals Damn, niggas wanna stick me for my cream And it ain't a dream, things ain't always what it seem It's the ones that smoke blunts with ya, see your picture Now they wanna grab they guns and come and get ya Bet ya Biggie won't slip I got the Calico with the black talons loaded in the clip So I can rip through the ligaments Put the fuckers in a bad predicament Where all the foul niggas went Touch my cheddar, feel my Beretta Buck what I'ma hit you with, you motherfuckers better duck I bring pain, bloodstains on what remains Of his jacket, he had a gun, he shoulda packed it Cocked it, extra clips in my pocket So I can reload and explode on your asshole I fuck around and get hardcore C-4 to your door, no beef no more, nigga Feel the rough, scandalous The more weed smoke I puff, the more dangerous I don't give a fuck about you or your weak crew What you gonna do when Big Poppa come for you? I'm not runnin', nigga, I bust my gun and Hold on, I hear somebody comin' [Skit] C'mon, motherfucker Man, I'm comin' as fast as I can Just g— bring your motherfuckin' ass on, come on Are we gettin' close, huh? It's right over here You sure it's Biggie Smalls crib, man? Yeah, I'm sure, motherfucker, come on Man, fuck, this better be his motherfuckin' house Fuck, right here Tsk, this better be this motherfucker's house Oh shit What? What's wrong? What's that red dot on your head, man? What red dot? Oh shit! You got a red dot on your head, too Oh shit!97

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Steady Mobbin’

Lil Wayne

[Produced by Kane Beatz] [Verse 1: Lil Wayne] Man, fuck these niggas I'ma spare everything but these niggas I flip the gun and gun-butt these niggas Take the knife off the AK and cut these niggas (Kane is in the buildin', nigga) Yeah, and fuck these bitches I swear, I care about everything but these bitches I don't care, I "so what" these bitches And I put Young Mula, baby, way above these bitches If it ain't broke, don't break it And if he ain't shook, I'm gon' shake him Hope I don’t look weak, 'cause when a wolf cry wolf You still see that wolf teeth, mothafucka Futuristic handgun If you act foul, you get two shots and one, haha I'm at your face like Lancôme, haha You niggas softer than Roseanne's son, heh You cannot reach me on my Samsung I'm busy fuckin' the world and givin' the universe my damn tongue Crazy mothafucka, I am one But the crazy thing is, I began one All-white bricks I’m straight like it’s jumping back to 36, nigga Big house, long hallways Got 10 bathrooms, I could shit all day, nigga You might also like[Chorus: Lil Wayne] And we don't want no problems Okay, you’re a goon, what's a goon to a goblin? Yeah, and Kane on the beat I fuck around and leave a nigga's brains on the street, ooh Now, pop that pussy I bring her to my bedroom and pop that pussy Uh-huh, and we be steady mobbin' Whoa, Kemosabe, big ballin' is my hobby [Verse 2: Gucci Mane] What the fuck is up? (Up) It’s Gucci Mane the G (S'Gucci) Ask Tity Boi, no pity, boy; this scar city, the city boy (What?) So Icy; so, no Nike, boy, just Gucci, Louis, Prada, 'scuse me ('Scuse me) "Gucci Mane keep shittin' on me, why that boy keep buying jewelry?" (Kane is in the buildin', nigga) East Atlanta cockin' hammers, bandannas on car antennas (Ugh) No, we do not talk to strangers, just cut off these niggas' fingers (Huh) Gucci's armed and dangerous, cocaine, codeine and angel dust This AK-47 will hit ya anywhere from the ankle up (Ankle) Gun same size as Nia Long, clip long as a Pringles can (Damn) 4-5 Desert Eagle on me, you'll think I'm a Eagles fan (Huh) Toni Braxton sniper rifle, make you never breathe again (Hah) Fuck that nigga, kill that nigga, bring him back, kill him again (Gucci) [Verse 3: Lil Wayne] Yeah, the-the-the money is the motive Fuck with the money, it get ugly as Coyote "Okay, I’m reloaded," better pull it if you tote it I buy a pound, break it down, and put it in a stogie Swagger so bright, I don’t even need light I’m with a model broad, she don’t even eat rice, ha But, would you believe it? She eat dykes And she asked me for a picture, so I gave her three strikes, yeah I-I’m the man around this mothafucka I’m so hot, you probably catch a tan around this mothafucka This rap game, I got my hand around this mothafucka Yeah, I said "game," but I ain’t playin' around this mothafucka Yeah! I’m the best to ever do it, bitch, haha And you’re the best at never doin' shit If you the shit, then I'm sewerage Try me and I'll have your people reading eulogies, haha I swear, you can't fuck with me But I can fuck your girl, and make her nut for me, then slut for me Then kill for me, then steal for me, and of course, it'll be your cash Then I'll murder that bitch and send her body back to your ass [Chorus: Lil Wayne] And we don't want no problems Okay, you're a goon, what's a goon to a goblin? Yeah, and Kane on the beat I fuck around and leave a nigga's brains on the street, ooh Now, pop that pussy I bring her to my bedroom and pop that pussy Uh-huh, and we be steady mobbin' Whoa, Kemosabe, big ballin' is my hobby [Verse 4: Lil Wayne] Ugh, man, suck my clip Swallow my bullets, and don’t you spit, ughhhh I am the hip-hop socialist Life is a gamble and I’m all about my poker chips Do you want a dose of this? I will make the most of this "F" is for ferocious, murder your associates The top is so appropriate, this is just where I belong Keep a hard dick for your girlfriend to wobble on, Weez' [Chorus: Lil Wayne] And we don't want no problems Okay, you're a goon, what's a goon to a goblin? Yeah, and Kane on the beat I fuck around and leave a nigga's brains on the street, ooh Now, pop that pussy I bring her to my bedroom and pop that pussy Uh-huh, and we be steady mobbin' Whoa, Kemosabe, big ballin' is my hobby (Kane is in the buildin', nigga) And we don’t want no problems Okay, you're a goon, what's a goon to a goblin? Yeah, and Kane on the beat I fuck around and leave a nigga's brains on the street, ooh Now, pop that pussy I bring her to my bedroom and pop that pussy Uh-huh, and we be steady mobbin' Whoa, Kemosabe, big ballin' is my hobby47

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Suck My Dick

Lil’ Kim

[Intro: The Notorious B.I.G.] Love me when I'm broke or when I'm filthy fuckin' rich [Verse 1] To all my motherfuckin' gettin' money hoes Boosters, sellin' clothes And all my ghetto bitches in the projects Comin' through like bulldozers No, we ain't sober Bum bitches know better than to start shit Niggas love a hard bitch One that get up in a nigga's ass quicker than an enema Make a cat bleed then sprinkle it with vinegar Kidnap the senator Make him call his wife and say he never comin' home Kim got 'em in the zone, beatin' they dicks Even got some of these straight chicks rubbin' their tits What? I'm lovin' this shit, Queen Bitch! What bitch you know can thug it like this? Imagine if I was dude and hittin' cats from the back With no strings attached, yeah nigga, picture that I treat y'all niggas like y'all treat us, no doubt Ay yo, yo, yo, come here so I can bust in ya mouth [Chorus: Lil' Kim & Bristal] Ay yo, come here, bitch Nigga, fuck you! No, fuck you, bitch Who you talkin' to? Why you actin' like a bitch? 'Cause y'all niggas ain't shit And if I was dude I'd tell y'all to suck my dick You might also like[Verse 2] No, no, no, no All I wanna do is get my pussy sucked (Nigga!) Count a million bucks in the back of an armor truck While I get you fucked up off the T.O.N.Y The BX, the chron-chron and the list goes on and on (On and on and on) like Erykah Badu Once he drink the Remy down, ooh, I got this nigga now He asked me did I love him I said what came to mind Like niggas be doin': "Yeah baby, I love you long time" Look I ain't tryin' to suck ya, I might not even fuck ya Just lay me on this bed and give me some head Got the camcord layin' in the drawer where he can't see Can't wait to show my girls he sucked the piss out my pussy Been doin' this for years, no need to practice Take lessons from the Queen and you'll know how to mack this Niggas know he gave me all his cake I peeled the Benji's off and threw the singles back in his face [Chorus: Lil' Kim & Bristal] Ay yo, come here, bitch Nigga, fuck you! No, fuck you, bitch Who you talkin' to? Why you actin' like a bitch? 'Cause y'all niggas ain't shit And if I was dude I'd tell y'all to suck my dick [Verse 3] I'ma keep it real, for the dough I might kill I'm tryna see my face on a hunnid dolla bill Met this dude name Jaleel at this Abdulla fight He said he'd pay me ten grand just to belly dance Cum all on his pants I met him at the studio He showed up with his homeboy named Julio I said "Whoa! Who's the other guy? Hope you know you payin' extra for this fuckin' third eye" Something about him, I knew he was a phony Put the burner in his mouth: "Fool, Give me my money!" He was just a nigga frontin' like he knew mad stars In his homeboy's whips like he got mad cars Niggas ain't shit but they still can trick All they can do for me is suck my clit I'm jumpin' up and up after I cum Thinkin' they gon' get some pussy but they gets none [Chorus: Lil' Kim & Bristal] Ay yo, come here, bitch Nigga, fuck you! No, fuck you, bitch Who you talkin' to? Why you actin' like a bitch? 'Cause y'all niggas ain't shit And if I was dude I'd tell y'all to suck my dick4

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Comedy Central

Clipse

[Verse 1: Malice & Fabolous] Say, dawg, let's not get involved You don't wanna tango, I'll dress you in a halo Cock the gauge, polka dot your braids Face you with a chrome four that'll lock your legs And you can't move, I roll big and I can't lose They watch so hard, ain't nothing I do that ain't news Carry it like I'm a stranger to the game I cut short any whisper that endanger my name I hold toasts on both coasts, not for no joke I'm known in the streets on the account I know coke And we got word that the cops watch us But that don't stop us, we maneuver and move a little more cautious I hate to think that the dope game is my callin' 'Cause it got us singing lullabies to our fallen "Goodnight, friend, 'til we meet again But for now in your name, we re-up and eat again", uh I never front like I'm something I'm not But being broke, well, that's just something I'm not Y'all talk with hatred, but I live off that And I lived off cocaine way 'fore I lived off rap Feel me, friend? If they could, they'd kill me, friend 'Cause I weigh too much, learned not to say too much They couldn't take me in the CL, that's way too much And I'm too gone, y'all niggas can talk on (Yeah) You might also like[Verse 2: Fabolous] They call me Mr. Please-Believe-It, believe it, please I put the pump in your mouth and help you breath with ease This guy's in a hurry Ma, I can't even fuck with you if you ain't in the itinerary I don't know where dudes is buying they jewelry Why's your ice cream look like it's made by Ben & Jerry? Y'all the type of players that be getting two-day contracts Email snitch, got Ds in your two-way contacts I'm in the club sippin' on that new 'Ze cognac In the number 9 Jordans with the deuce trey on back The Street Family so cool, we could pull bitches Even if it was July and we had on Woolrich's I got them Teflons to shove in the four That have undercovers and po' recovering slow The government know the kid been loving the dough Since I was moving white off the curb like shoveling snow, Ghetto [Verse 3: Pusha T] I keep the streets so numb they call me "Novocain" I turn over 'caine over and over again Hell, so much clientele I could lose it all today, be back the next day Still up in the same way As I left ya, all in three gestures, down, up and aim I can define death better than Webster, wet ya Now bless ya, and off to my next venture Blocks so white, June look like December Wintertime, snow everywhere, flow everywhere So much dough, I fly my hoes everywhere Ask 'em, Pusha T push a ton Push a ton of that shit that makes ya nose run Yes, I'm holding, whether it's heat or cocaine In the door panel of my four-wheel motion Ain't jokin', but I laugh how other flows convince you With money, it's funny, it's Comedy Central Mine's mental, others is made up stencil When I'm on vacation, my babies ride in the rental I'm livid, they act as if I don't live it Saran Wrap, Vaseline so they can't sniff it Yves St. Laurent knitted, shorts Bermuda You would think they was Pucci if you overlooked Medusa [Interlude] Let me hit that, cuz Hit that good shit Damn, this shit some killa, cuz That's that 'dro-ski woah-ski Damn right You think I'm a freeloader, cuz? Nah, you know, cuz-cuz, man, don't— don't even go there, cuz You know you my nigga, man Nah, he— he said you— you said He said you— you was talkin' 'bout me Talkin' 'bout you say I'm a freeloader Nah, I'm talkin' 'bout that baby mama shit, cuz You know, we was talkin' 'bout in general All the bullshit that's goin' on right now, cuz Oh, nah, mane, this bitch crazy, man I just came over here to talk to you, man This bitch got me stressed out like a motherfucker, man I don't even fuck with this bitch, man You got me payin'— You got me payin' like I'm payin' for your damn kids Good lookin' out, cuz I got you, though, cuz, I got you for all that shit, cuz Man, don't worry about it, I know you got me But don't got me, get me Cuz! Cuz, I know you ain't actin' like that, cuz (Man, I ain't sayin'—) I know you ain't gon' carry it like that, cuz (I ain't sayin' all that) I'm not sayin' all that Come on, cuz, we grew up together, cuz (I know you got me, cuz) I know you got me, you family, cuz Cuz, if it— if it's like that, cuz, I'll get the shit from my grandma in the morning, cuz It's too much shit goin' on, man Cuz, I'll get the shit from my grandma in the morning, cuz Killa, it's too much shit that's goin' on right now to be— I'm sayin' though, cuz, but you gon' carry like that with me, cuz I'm sayin' like that though, cuz I'm sayin', we grew up together, man, my— I'm sayin', though, man Bitch, I know you ain't cryin'! You p— you cryin'? It ain't even like that, cuz It ain't like that, cuz Roll up1

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Carter II

Lil Wayne

[Intro] So you made it this far We upstairs I let you up here You special Marley, don't shoot 'em You know what this is It's still Tha Carter II, people It's still Tha Carter II, people Yeah, you're still in Tha Carter II, people Hey, yeah [Verse] All I have in this world is a pistol and a promise A fistful of dollars, a list full of problems I address 'em like P.O. boxes Yeah, I'm from New Orleans, the Creole cockpit We so out of it, zero tolerance Gangsta gumbo, I'll serve 'em a pot of it I'm wealthy, still fuckin' with that block shit Wet your ass up head to feet 'til your socks drip Don't slip, you might fall and bust your ass No snakes at the Carter, tell the gardener cut the grass I hear 'em, but they talking under masks Stop throwing pebbles at a bulletproof glass That's Cash Money, honeypie We ain't running, we don't hide Screamin', "Fuck the other side" Don't get caught on it This the deadliest grinds, I put your heart on it And walk on it The chalk's only for the art, homie How they trace ya after I erase ya? Look around We at war and you still in preparation I'm ridin' for them reparations, no patience Slow paper is better than no paper Fast money don't last too long, you got to pace it You gotta know that paper If you got it from a caper, gotta blow that paper Gotta know that Photophobia, no Kodak moments Feds walls with my pictures on 'em, naw I ain't even in the school yearbook I don't do too much posing, got a cool killer look, ah Career crook, get your career took I'm back like a brassiere hook Bitch, cheer Camouflage gear, the hunter's here Better play it by ear You ain't nothing but a deer Around here, and this here is Tha Carter Serve it while it's hot out the pot to your mama And Slim tell me ain't nobody hotter But get your boy some dipping sauce, I want the whole enchilada I got 'em by the collar, watch me drop 'em On they head at the bottom You ain't got to shoot 'em 'cause I already shot 'em And I ain't got to get 'em 'cause I already got 'em Get 'emYou might also like17

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Ride for My Niggas (Sky is the Limit)

Lil Wayne

[Intro] Ahem Weezy F Young Money, Cash Money This is Da Drought 3, ladies and gentlemen And you know me Let's go [Hook] You know I ride for my motherfucking niggas Most likely, I'ma die with my finger on the trigger They tell me, "Don't get high" and I should try to make a living I tell 'em I'm a hustler, and I'd rather make a killing [Verse 1] My eyes get so wide as it rise in the skillet I let my bitch bag it; if she steal it, I'ma kill her I bulletproof the ride, now I feel like armadillos And fuck your hospital — Young Money, we the illest And I ain't gotta lie when I tell you I'm the illest My flow is nasty, like C-Y-philis Self-made G, and them bitches know the business Relying on rap, but in the kitchen I'm a chemist And when I was five my favorite movie was The Gremlins Ain't got shit to do with this, but I just thought that I should mention You looking for divine and a lil' intervention And them birds don't fly without my permission I'm probably in the sky, flying with the fishes Or maybe in the ocean, swimming with the pigeons See, my world is different, like Dwayne Wayne And if you want trouble, bitch, I want the same thing You might also like[Hook] And you know that I’ma ride with my motherfucking niggas Most likely, I'ma die with my finger on the trigger Don’t worry 'bout mine, I'ma grind 'til I get it And tell all of my niggas that the sky is the limit The sky is the limit The sky is the limit And tell all of my niggas that the sky is the limit ‘Cause the sky is the limit The sky is the limit And if you look high, you'll see that I’m gon' be in it The sky is the limit (Errrrrrrr!) [Verse 2] Buck-ten in the coupe, and your bitch love it Switching lanes faster than she switch subjects Tell a bitch, "Don't talk to me And if you're talking to them niggas, don't talk for free" And I hate when a nigga say, "Talk is cheap" 'Cause I'm the type that let money talk for me, yeah My flow is art — unique, yeah My flow can part a sea The only thing on a mind of a shark is "Eat" By any means, and you just sardines I got the 40-cal. tucked in my P-R-Ps What do you expect? I'm from New Orleans The majority of my city is riders They tried to make a brand-new map without us But the tourists come down and spend too many dollars And no matter how you change it, it'll still be ours [Hook] And I'ma ride with my motherfucking niggas Most likely, I'ma die with my finger on the trigger Don't worry 'bout mine, I'ma grind 'til I get it And tell all of my niggas that the sky is the limit The sky is the limit The sky is the limit And I'ma tell all of my niggas that the sky is the limit Because the sky is the limit Yeah, the sky is the limit And if you look up high, you'll see that I'm gon' be in it 'Cause the sky is the limit [Verse 3] And you don't want to fuck with a soldier Use your head or I'll take it off your shoulder Run up in your house and shoot everyone that's sitting On the living room sofa — that's fucked up, haha And you don't want to fuck with a soldier Use your head or I'll take it off your shoulder Mail it to your Moms with a dozen of roses Haha, now that's fucked up And I'm a G And you ain't got to know the alphabets to see I know my whole city is depending on me And I forget a lot of shit, but I cannot forget the streets [Hook] So you know that I'ma ride with my motherfucking niggas Most likely, I'ma die with my finger on the trigger Don't worry 'bout mine, I'ma grind 'til I get it And tell all of my niggas that the sky is the limit The sky is the limit Don't worry about mine, I'ma grind 'til I get it And tell all of my niggas that the sky is the limit Because the sky is the limit Yeah, the sky is the limit And if you look high, you'll see that I'm gon' be in it 'Cause the sky is the limit They tell me, "Don't get high" and I should try to make a living I tell 'em I'm a hustler, and I'd rather make a killing 'Cause the sky is the limit Hands up in the air, because the sky is the limit Can you see me up there? The sky is the limit The sky is the limit If you don't remember nothing, man, the sky is the limit35

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Barry Bonds

Kanye West

[Verse 1: Kanye West] It's what you all been waiting for, ain't it? What people pay paper for, damn it They can't stand it, they want something new So let's get reacquainted, became the hood favorite I can't even explain it, I surprise myself too [Chorus: Kanye West] Life of a Don, lights keep glowin' Comin' in the club wit' that fresh shit on Wit' somethin' crazy on my arm, uh-huh-hum And here's another hit, Barry Bonds [Refrain: Kanye West] We outta here, baby! We outta here, baby! We outta here, baby! [Verse 2: Kanye West] Dude! Fresh off the plane—Konnichiwa, bitches Turn around another plane, my passport on pivot Ask for it, I did it—that asshole done did it Talked it, then he lived it, spit it, then he shit it I don't need writers, I might bounce ideas But only I could come up with some shit like this I done played the underdog my whole career I've been a very good sport, haven't I, this year? They say, "He goin' crazy and we seen this before" But I'm doing pretty good as far as geniuses go And I'm doing pretty hood in my pink polo Nigga, please, how you gon' say I ain't no Lo-head? 'Cause my Dior got me more model head? I'm insulted, you should go 'head And bow so hard 'til your knees hit your forehead And the flow just hit code red Top five MCs, you ain't gotta remind me Top five MCs, you gotta rewind me I'm high up on the line, you could get behind me But my head's so big, you can't sit behind me (Sit behind me) You might also like[Chorus: Kanye West] Life of a Don, lights keep glowin' Comin' in the club wit' that fresh shit on Wit' somethin' crazy on my arm, uh-huh-hum And here's another hit, Barry Bonds [Refrain: Lil Wayne] Yeah, yeah, we outta here, baby! What? What? We outta here, baby! Ayy, Mr. West, we so outta here, baby! And me? I'm Mr. Weezy Baby, yeah! [Verse 3: Lil Wayne] I'm so bright, not shady My teeth and my ice so white like Shady Ice in my teeth so refrigerated I'm so fuckin' good like I'm sleepin' with Meagan (Ha!) I'm all about my Franklins, Lincolns, and Reagans Whenever they make them, I shall hayve them Oops, I meant "have them"—I'm so crazy But if you play crazy, you be sleeping with daisies I'm such a hayvoc—oops, I meant "havoc" And my drink's still pinker than the Easter rabbit And I'm still col' like Keyshia's family Stove on my waist turn beef to patties (Bow!) And I ate it 'cause I'm so avid (No homo) And I don't front and I don't go backwards And I don't practice, and I don't lack shit And you can get buried—suck my bat, bitch (ha!) [Refrain: Kanye West & Lil Wayne] We outta here, baby! We outta here, baby! We outta here, baby! Swag at a hundred and climbin', baby, yeah! [Chorus: Lil Wayne] Life of a Don, lights keep glowin' Comin' in the club wit' that fresh shit on Wit' somethin' crazy on my arm, uh-huh-hum And here's another hit, Barry Bonds36

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Fireman

Lil Wayne

[Intro] (Weezy Baby) Shh, the fireman comin' Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (Uh-oh) Yeah (Uh-oh, hey, I'm back), yeah Yeah (That's right), yup (Birdman), yup (They gon' have to call the law), uh-huh (I'm burnin', shawty) I'm back (I tried told 'em) What you, oh, what you gon' do now? (Yeah) [Chorus] I'm the fireman (Yeah), fire, f-fireman (Yeah) I got that fire, I'm hollering (Yeah) I got that fire, come and try me, and (Yeah) You can spark it up and I'ma put you out (I got 'em, get 'em) You can spark it up and I'ma put you out (I got 'em) [Verse 1] Ain't nobody fuckin' with me, man (Uh-uh) He-Man, ski mask, spendin' next week's cash, he fast (Oh) And I don't even need a G-pass, I'm past that I'm passin' 'em out now (Yeah), and you can't have that (Yeah) And my chain, Toucan Sam that Tropical colors, you can't match that (Oh, no) Gotta be abstract (Oh, no) You catch my girl legs open, better smash that (What?) Don't be surprised if she ask where the cash at (Boy) I see she wearin' them jeans that show her buttcrack (Hey) My girls can't wear that, why? That's where my stash at (Uh-uh-uh) I put my MAC down (Yeah), that's where you lack at (Yeah) She need her candle lit (Yeah), and I'ma wax that (Got 'em) I rekindled the flame (Got 'em), she remember the name (Got 'em) It's Weezy Baby, January, December, the same (Who?) Mama, give me that brain (Yeah), mama, give me that good (Yeah) 'Cause I'm the fireman (Oh), you hear the fire truck You might also like[Chorus] I'm the fireman (Yeah), fire, f-fireman (Yeah) I got that fire, I'm hollering (Yeah) I got that fire, come and try me, and (Yeah) You can spark it up and I'ma put you out (I got 'em, get 'em) You can spark it up and I'ma put you out (I got 'em) [Verse 2] Fresh on campus, it's the Birdman Junior (Yeah) Money too long, teachers, put away your rulers (Yeah) Raw Tune, not a cartoon (Ayy) No shirt, tattoos, and some war wounds (Sexy) I'm hot, but the car cool She wet, that's a car-pool Been in that water since a youngin, you just shark food (Yum, yum) Quick Draw McGraw, I went to art school (Hah) Yeah, the lights is bright, but I got a short fuse (Woah) Don't snooze (No) Been handlin' the game so long, my thumbs bruised Your new girlfriend is old news You ain't got enough green and she so blue, yeah (Aww) Cash Money Records, where dreams come true (Yes) Everything is easy, baby, leave it up to Weezy Baby Put it in the pot, let it steam, let it brew (Yes) Now, watch me melt, don't burn yourself, 'cause [Chorus] I'm the fireman (Yeah), fire, f-fireman (Yeah) I got that fire, I'm hollering (Yeah) I got that fire, come and try me, and (Yeah) You can spark it up and I'ma put you out (I got 'em, get 'em) You can spark it up and I'ma put you out (I got 'em) [Verse 3] Yeah, riding by myself, well, really, not really (Well) So heavy in the trunk, make the car pop a wheelie Who? Weezy Baby, or call me Young Baby (Yeah) My money three-sixty, you only one-eighty (That's right) Half of the game too lazy (Yeah) Still sleeping on me, but I'm 'bout to wake 'em, yep I'm 'bout to take 'em to New Orleans and bake 'em (Woah) Yeah, it's hot down here, take a walk with Satan, yeah (Hot) Come on mama, let the Carter make you (Yeah) Toss you like a fruit salad, strawberry grape you (Yeah) They ball when they can and I'm ballin' by nature (Yeah) Addicted to the game like Jordan and Payton (Come on) Y'all in the race and me, I'm at the finish line (Uh-huh) Been runnin' for too long, it's time to give me mine (Uh-huh) Straight down your chimney, in your living room, it's I (Who?) Weezy, allergic to wintertime, hot [Chorus] I'm the fireman (Yeah), fire, f-fireman (Yeah) I got that fire, I'm hollering (Yeah) I got that fire, come and try me, and (Yeah) You can spark it up and I'ma put you out (I got 'em, get 'em) You can spark it up and I'ma put you out (I got 'em) [Outro] Yeah, I-I-I-I-I got 'em I-I-I-I-I got 'em Ayy, ayy, B, I got 'em Ayy, ayy, D, I got 'em Yeah, ayy, Slim, I got 'em Yeah, don't worry, 'cause I, I, I I, don't worry, 'cause I, I, I-I-I I'ma put you out38

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Brooklyn (Go Hard)

JAY-Z

[Intro: Santigold] Brooklyn— Brooklyn— Brooklyn— Brooklyn Brooklyn, we go hard We go hard [Chorus: Santigold & (Jay-Z)] Brooklyn, we go hard, we go hard (Agh!) Brooklyn, we go hard, we go hard (Go hard) Brooklyn, we go hard, we go hard Brooklyn, we go hard, we go hard Brooklyn, we go hard, we go hard Brooklyn, we go hard, we go hard Brooklyn, we go hard, we go hard Brooklyn, we go hard, we go hard [Verse 1: Jay-Z] This is black hoodie rap There's no fear in my eyes where they lookin' at Better look on map Besides, me nah like to eye fight Me nah think such a ting is worth a man's life (Christ!) But if a man test my Stuy I promise he won't like my reply Boom-bye-bye, like Buju, I'm crucial I'm a Brooklyn boy, I may take some gettin' use to Chain snatchin', ain't have it, gotta get it Same shiddit, from Brownsville to Bainbriddidge Fatherless child, Mama pulled double shifts So the number runners was the only ones I hanged widdith Before you know it I'm in the game, bang fiddith Fear no orangutans, piddeel ciddaps Like oranges-es, I'm dangerous Please! Tell me what the name of this shit You might also like[Hook: Santigold & (Jay-Z)] Brooklyn we go hard, we go hard Brooklyn we go hard, we go hard Brooklyn we go hard, we go hard Brooklyn we go hard, we go hard Brooklyn we go hard, we go hard (B-R, O, O-K) Brooklyn we go hard, we go hard (L-Y, N, come again) Brooklyn we go hard, we go hard (B-R, O, O-K) Brooklyn we go hard, we go hard (L-Y, N, come again) [Verse 2: Jay-Z] I father, I Brooklyn-Dodger them I jack, I rob, I sin Aw, man—I'm Jackie Robinson 'Cept when I run base, I dodge the pen Lucky me, luckily, they didn't get me Now when I bring the Nets, I'm the Black Branch Rickey From Brooklyn corners, burnin' branches of sticky Spread love, Biggie; Brooklyn, hippie I pity the fool with jewels like Mr. T With no history in my borough, they borrow With no intentions of returnin' tomorrow The sun don't come out for many, like Annie Half-orphan, Mama never had an abortion Papa sort of did; still, I managed to live I go hard, I owe it all to the crib Now please tell me, what the fuck's harder than this? [Hook: Santigold & (Jay-Z)] Brooklyn we go hard, we go hard Brooklyn we go hard, we go hard Brooklyn we go hard, we go hard Brooklyn we go hard, we go hard Brooklyn we go hard, we go hard (B-R, O, O-K) Brooklyn we go hard, we go hard (L-Y, N, come again) Brooklyn we go hard, we go hard (B-R, O, O-K) Brooklyn we go hard, we go hard (L-Y, N, come again) [Verse 3: Santigold] While I'm doin' my time due to circumstance Cross that bridge, face the consequence Once bid ten, now I paid my dues Risk takers, we break the rules Get so dark, but I see good Bed-Stuy stay high in my neck of the woods Now, let it ring out, it's a warnin' (Brooklyn!) Let it be sworn in Gotta make it stick workin' like we blue collar Rip it to the core, underneath it all we harder Right into the clip, bring it to the floor One step, one step, give it up more The road is rough and the street's a mess Got big cash dreams and a sick death wish Robbin' out the commercial stash Kill the voice screamin' in my head [Hook: Santigold] Brooklyn we go hard, we go hard Brooklyn we go hard, we go hard Brooklyn we go hard, we go hard Brooklyn we go hard, we go hard Brooklyn we go hard, we go hard Brooklyn we go hard, we go hard Brooklyn we go hard, we go hard Brooklyn we go hard, we go hard [Outro: Santigold] Brooklyn we go hard, we go hard25

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Juicy

The Notorious B.I.G.

[Intro: The Notorious B.I.G.] ("Fuck all you hoes!" Get a grip, motherfucker!) Yeah, this album is dedicated To all the teachers that told me I'd never amount to nothin' To all the people that lived above the buildings that I was hustlin' in front of Called the police on me when I was just tryin' to make some money to feed my daughter (it's all good) And all the niggas in the struggle You know what I'm sayin'? It's all good, baby baby [Verse 1: The Notorious B.I.G.] It was all a dream, I used to read Word Up! magazine Salt-n-Pepa and Heavy D up in the limousine Hangin' pictures on my wall Every Saturday Rap Attack, Mr. Magic, Marley Marl I let my tape rock 'til my tape popped Smokin' weed in Bambú, sippin' on Private Stock Way back, when I had the red and black lumberjack With the hat to match Remember Rappin' Duke? Duh-ha, duh-ha You never thought that hip-hop would take it this far Now I'm in the limelight 'cause I rhyme tight Time to get paid, blow up like the World Trade Born sinner, the opposite of a winner Remember when I used to eat sardines for dinner Peace to Ron G, Brucie B, Kid Capri Funkmaster Flex, Lovebug Starski I'm blowin' up like you thought I would Call the crib, same number, same hood, it's all good And if you don't know, now you know, nigga You might also like[Chorus: Total & Puff Daddy] You know very well (Yeah) Who you are (Money, hoes and clothes) Don't let 'em hold you down (Bankrolls, yeah, haha) Reach for the stars (It's all good) You had a goal (C'mon) But not that many (It's all good) 'Cause you're the only one I'll give you good and plenty (Check it) [Verse 2: The Notorious B.I.G.] I made the change from a common thief To up close and personal with Robin Leach And I'm far from cheap, I smoke skunk with my peeps all day Spread love, it's the Brooklyn way The Moët and Alizé keep me pissy, girls used to diss me Now they write letters 'cause they miss me I never thought it could happen, this rapping stuff I was too used to packing gats and stuff Now honeys play me close like butter play toast From the Mississippi down to the East Coast Condos in Queens, indo for weeks Sold out seats to hear Biggie Smalls speak Living life without fear Puttin' five karats in my baby girl ear Lunches, brunches, interviews by the pool Considered a fool 'cause I dropped out of high school Stereotypes of a black male misunderstood And it's still all good And if you don't know, now you know, nigga [Chorus: Total & Puff Daddy] You know very well (C'mon) Who you are (Bankrolls) Don't let 'em hold you down (Clothes) Reach for the stars (Mansions) You had a goal But not that many (It's all good) 'Cause you're the only one I'll give you good and plenty ('94) [Verse 3: The Notorious B.I.G.] Super Nintendo, Sega Genesis When I was dead broke, man, I couldn't picture this 50-inch screen, money-green leather sofa Got two rides, a limousine with a chauffeur Phone bill about two G's flat No need to worry, my accountant handles that And my whole crew is loungin' Celebrating every day, no more public housin' Thinkin' back on my one-room shack Now my mom pimps an Ac' with minks on her back And she loves to show me off of course Smiles every time my face is up in The Source We used to fuss when the landlord dissed us No heat, wonder why Christmas missed us Birthdays was the worst days Now we sip Champagne when we thirsty Uh, damn right I like the life I live 'Cause I went from negative to positive and it's all (It's all good, nigga) And if you don't know, now you know, nigga [Chorus: Total, The Notorious B.I.G. & Puff Daddy] You know very well (Money) Who you are (Hoes and clothes) Don't let 'em hold you down (Bankrolls) And if you don't know, now you know, nigga Reach for the stars (That's right) You had a goal (It's all good) But not that many (All good) 'Cause you're the only one (East coast, represent) I'll give you good and plenty (C'mon) And if you don't know, now you know, nigga [Post-Chorus: The Notorious B.I.G. & Puff Daddy] Representin' B-Town in the house (Biggie Smalls) Junior Mafia, mad flavor (Bad Boy) Uh, uh, yeah, aight (I see you, Cooch) [Chorus: Total] You know very well Who you are Don't let 'em hold you down Reach for the stars You had a goal But not that many 'Cause you're the only one I'll give you good and plenty [Outro: Puff Daddy & Total] Biggie Smalls, it's all good, nigga Junior Mafia, it's all good, nigga Bad Boy, it's all good, nigga It's all good That's right, '94 And on and on, and on and on You know very well It's all good Who you are Yeah Don't let 'em hold you down Reach for the stars [Produced by Pete Rock and Poke of Trackmasters]390

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D.O.A. (Death of Auto-Tune)

JAY-Z

[Produced by No I.D.] [Intro] La da da da... Hey, hey, hey, goodbye... (Good riddance!) Hold up... [Chorus] Only rapper to rewrite history without a pen No I.D. on the track let the story begin... Begin... Begin [Verse 1] This is anti-Auto-Tune, death of the ringtone This ain’t for iTunes, this ain't for sing-alongs This is Sinatra at the opera, bring a blonde Preferably with a fat ass who can sing a song Wrong, this ain't politically correct (uhh!) This might offend my political connects (uhh!) My raps don’t have melodies This should make niggas wanna go and commit felonies (uhh!) Get your chain tooken I may do it myself, I'm so Brooklyn (Uhh!) I know we facing a recession But the music y'all making gon' make it the Great Depression (uhh!) All your lack of aggression Put your skirt back down, grow a set, men (uhh, uhh!) Nigga this shit violent This is death of Auto-Tune, moment of silence You might also like[Chorus] La da da da... Hey, hey, hey, goodbye... Only nigga to re-write history without a pen No I.D. on the track let the story begin... Begin... Begin Hold up... [Verse 2] This ain't a number one record (uhh!) This is practically assault with a deadly weapon (uhh!) I made this just for Flex and... Mister Cee I want niggas to feel threatened (uhh!) Stop your bloodclot crying The kid, the dog, everybody dying, no lying You niggas' jeans too tight Your colors too bright, your voice too light (That's too far, nigga!) (uhh, uhh!) I might wear black for a year straight (uhh!) I might bring back Versace shades (uhh!) This ain’t for Z100 Ye told me to kill y'all to keep it 100 (uhh!) This is for Hot 9-7 This shit for Clue, for Khaled, for we the bestin... (uhh!) Nigga this shit violent This is death of Auto-Tune, moment of silence [Chorus] La da da da... Hey, hey, hey, goodbye... Only nigga to re-write history without a pen No I.D. on the track let the story begin... Begin... Begin Hold up... [Verse 3] Hold up, this shit need a verse from Jeezy... Ay! I might send this to the mixtape Weezy Get somebody from BMF to talk on this Get this to a Blood, let a Crip walk on it (uhh!) Get 3 Thou' to style on this I just don’t need nobody to smile on this (uhh!) You niggas singin' too much Get back to rap, you T-Pain'n too much (uhh, uhh!) I’m a multi-millionaire So how is it I’m still the hardest nigga here (uhh!) I don’t be in the project hallway Talkin' 'bout how I be in the projects all day (uhh!) That sound stupid to me If you a gangsta, this is how you prove it to me (uhh, uhh!) Nigga, just get violent This is death of Auto-Tune, moment of silence [Outro] La da da da... Hey, hey, hey, goodbye...17

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You’re Nobody (Til Somebody Kills You)

The Notorious B.I.G.

[Produced by Jiv Poss, Puff Daddy, Stevie J and DJ Enuff] [Intro: Puff Daddy] Yea though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death I will fear no evil, for you are with me Your rod and your staff, they comfort me You prepare a table for me, in the presence of my enemies You anoint my head with oil, my cup overflows Surely goodness and love will follow me all the days of my life And I will dwell in the house of the Lord forever [Verse 1: The Notorious B.I.G.] Niggas in my faction don't like askin' questions Strictly gun-testin', coke-measurin' Givin' pleasure in the Benz-ito Hittin' fanny, spendin' chips at Manny's Hope you creeps got receipts, my peeps get dirty like cleats Run up in your crib, wrap you in your Polo sheets Six up in your wig-piece, nigga deceased Muah, may you rest in peace With my Sycamore style, more sicker than yours Four-four and fifty-four draw As my pilot, steers my Lear; yes, my dear Shit's official, only the Feds I fear Here's a tissue, stop your bloodclaat cryin' The kids, the dog, everybody dyin', no lyin' So don't you get suspicious I'm Big dangerous, you're just a Lil Vicious As I leave my competition, respirator style Climb the ladder to success escalator style Hold y'all breath, I told y'all Death controls y'all, Big don't fold y'all, uhh I spit phrases that'll thrill you You're nobody 'til somebody kills you You might also like[Chorus: The Notorious B.I.G. & Faith Evans (Puff Daddy)] You're nobody 'til somebody kills you (I don't wanna die, God tell me why) You're nobody, 'til somebody, kills you (I don't wanna die, God tell me why) [Verse 2: The Notorious B.I.G.] Uhh, uhh Watch Casino, I'm the hip-hop version of Nicky Tarantino Ask Nino, he know Green with envy, the green tempts me To make the rich the enemy, and take their cheese Take their spots, take their keys, make my faculty Live happily ever after in laughter Hah, never seen Cristal pour faster And to those bastards, knuckleheads squeeze lead Three of mine dead, nothin' left to do But tear they ass to shreds, leave 'em in bloodshed Incidents like this, I take trips Lay up in Miami with Tamika and Tammy (huh) Some Creole C-O bitches I met on tour Push a peach Legend Coupe, gold teeth galore (say what?) Told me meet 'em in the future later They'll take me shoppin', buy me lavender and fuschia Gators Introduce me to playa haters and heavy weighters Rich bitch shit, drinkin' Cristal 'til they piss the shit, uhh Thorough bitches, adapt to any borough bitches Be in spots where they were no bitches, you feel me Reminisce on dead friends too You're nobody 'til somebody kills you [Chorus: The Notorious B.I.G. & Faith Evans (Puff Daddy)] You're nobody 'til somebody kills you (I don't wanna die, God tell me why) You're nobody, 'til somebody, kills you (I don't wanna die, God tell me why) You're nobody 'til somebody kills you (I don't wanna die, God tell me why) You're nobody, 'til somebody, kills you (I don't wanna die, God tell me why) [Verse 3: The Notorious B.I.G.] Uhh, uhh You can be the shit, flash the fattest five (that's right) Have the biggest dick, but when your shell get hit You ain't worth spit, just a memory Remember he used to push the champagne Range (I 'member that) Silly cat, wore suede in the rain Swear he put the G in game, had the Gucci frame Before Dana Dane, thought he ran with Kane I can't recall his name (what was his name?), you mean that kid That nearly lost half his brain over two bricks of cocaine? Gettin' his dick sucked by Crackhead Lorraine? A fuckin' shame, duke's a lame, what's his name? Dark-skin Jermaine, see what I mean? [Chorus: The Notorious B.I.G. & Faith Evans (Puff Daddy)] You're nobody 'til somebody kills you (I don't wanna die, God tell me why) You're nobody, 'til somebody, kills you (I don't wanna die, God tell me why) You're nobody 'til somebody kills you (I don't wanna die, God tell me why) You're nobody, 'til somebody, kills you (I don't wanna die, God tell me why)34

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Me & My Bitch

The Notorious B.I.G.

[Intro: Notorious B.I.G., Puff Daddy & Girl] Yo let— let— let me ask you a question, yo Yo, would you kill for me? Hmm, yeah Uh, the act of making love— (Haa) What took you so long to answer motherfucker? I don't know The fuck wrong with you, bitch? [Verse 1: The Notorious B.I.G.] When I met you, I admit, my first thoughts was to trick You look so good, huh, I'll suck on your daddy's dick I never felt that way in my life It didn't take long before I made you my wife Got no rings and shit, just my main squeeze Comin' to the crib, even had a set of keys During the days you helped me bag up my nickels In the process, I admit, I tricked a little But you was my bitch, the one who'd never snitch Love me when I'm broke or when I'm filthy fuckin' rich And I admit, when the time is right, the wine is right I treat you right, you talk slick, I beat you right [Chorus: The Notorious B.I.G., Puff Daddy & Girl] Just me and my bitch, me and my bitch (But you know you love that ass, don't you?) Just me and my bitch, yeah, just me and my bitch (Yeah, no question, no question) Just me and my bitch, yeah, just me and my bitch, yeah (Yo, let me ask you another question) Just me and my bitch, just me and my bitch, yeah (What?) Just me and my bitch, yeah, just me and my bitch, yeah (You been fuckin' 'round on me?) Just me and my bitch, just me and my bitch (Why would I do that?) Just me and my bitch, me and my bitch, yeah (Yo, don't lie to me, motherfucker) Just me and my bitch You might also like[Verse 2: The Notorious B.I.G.] Moonlight strolls with the hoes, oh, no, that's not my steelo I wanna bitch that like to play ceelo and craps Packin' gats in a Coach bag, steamin' dime bags A real bitch is all I want, all I ever had With a bop just as strong as me Totin' guns just as long as me, the bitch belongs with me Any plans with another bitch, my bitch'll spoil it One day, she used my toothbrush to clean the toilet Throwin' my clothes out the windows, so when the wind blows I see my Polos and Timbos Hide my car keys so I can't leave A real slick bitch, keep a trick up her sleeve And if I deceive, she won't take it lightly She'll invite me, politely, to fight, G And then we lie together, cry together I swear to God I hope we fuckin' die together [Chorus: The Notorious B.I.G., Puff Daddy & Girl] Just me and my bitch, just me and my bitch, yeah (Nigga, nigga, if I ever) Just me and my bitch, yeah, just me and my bitch (Catch your ass fuckin' around) Just me and my bitch, just me and my bitch, yeah (I'll cut your motherfuckin' dick off) Just me and my bitch, yeah, just me and my bitch (Haha) Just me and my bitch, just me and my bitch, yeah (Stop playin') Just me and my bitch, yeah, just me and my bitch (I ain't pl— ain't— ain't no jokes, ain't no jokes) Just me and my bitch, just me and my bitch, yeah (Ain't no jokes) Just me and my bitch, yeah, just me and my bitch (Yo, don— don't play with my dick) [Verse 3: The Notorious B.I.G.] She helped me plan out my robberies on my enemies Didn't hesitate to squeeze to get my life out of danger One day, she put 911 on the pager Had to call back, whether it's minor or major No response, the phone just rung Grab my vest, grab my gun, to find out the problem When I pulled up, police was on the scene Had to make the U-turn, make sure my shit was clean Drove down the block, stashed the burner in the bushes Stepped to police with the shoves and the pushes It didn't take long before the tears start I saw my bitch dead with the gunshot to the heart And I know it was meant for me I guess the niggas felt they had to kill the closest one to me And when I find 'em your life is to an end They killed my best friend, me and my bitch [Chorus: The Notorious B.I.G.] Just me and my bitch, me and my bitch, yeah Just me and my bitch, yeah, just me and my bitch, uh Just me and my bitch, me and my bitch, yeah Just me and my bitch, yeah, just me and my bitch, uh Just me and my bitch, just me and my bitch, yeah Just me and my bitch, just me and my bitch Just me and my bitch, me and my bitch, yeah Just me and my bitch [Skit: The Notorious B.I.G. & Girl] Let's get started then So when did you first start rappin'? Um, I was like about 18 years old. Yeah, about 18 So how did you first get started? Who influenced you? Ain't nobody really influenced me, you know what I'm saying? I was just tired of being on the streets, you know what I'm saying? Had to get up off that, you know I see. So where you from? Brooklyn30

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Brooklyn Zoo

Ol’ Dirty Bastard

[Produced by True Master & Ol' Dirty Bastard] [Intro] Shit Word, I'll bust that nigga ass right now Ain't no– none of them niggas can't fuck with me What? Nigga, you could never fuck with me, my nigga I'll fuck you up right now, what? What? What? Bust your motherfucking ass, boy I ain't no motherfucking joke, you know who you talking to? (Yo, word up, bust that nigga ass, word up) Ol' Dirty Bastard, you know what I'm sayin'? I'll fuck you up right now Yeah, what? What? What? He ain't sayin' nothin', fuck him [Verse] I'm the one-man army, Ason I never been tooken out, I keep MC's looking out I drop science like Cosby dropping babies Enough to make a nigga go crazy In the G-Building, taking all types of medicines Your ass thought you were better than Ason? I keep planets in orbit While I be coming with deeper and more shit Enough to make you break and shake your ass As I create rhyme good as a Tastykake makes This style, I'm mastered in Niggas catching headaches, what? What? You need aspirin? This type of pain, you couldn't even kill with Midol Fuck around, get sprayed with Lysol In your face like a can of mace, baby Is it burning? Well, fuck it, now you're learning How I don't even like your motherfucking profile Give me my fucking shit, chk-chk, blaow Last seen and heard, no one knows You forget, niggas be quiet as kept Now you know nothing Before you knew a whole fucking lot Your ass don't wanna get shot A lot of MC's came to my showdown And watched me put your fucking ass low down As you can go, below zero Without a doubt, I never been tooken out By a nigga who couldn't figure Yo, by a nigga who couldn't figure Yo, by a nigga who couldn't figure (Brooklyn Zoo) How to pull a fucking gun trigger, I said "Get the fuck outta here" Nigga wanna get too close to the utmost But I got stacks that'll jack any wack host Introducing, yo, fuck that nigga's name My hip-hop drops on your head like rain And when it rains it pours, 'cause my rhymes hardcore That's why I give you more of the raw Talent that I got will rizzock the spot MCs I'll be burning, burning hot Woah-ho-ho, let me, like, slow up with the flow If I move too quick, oh, you just won't know I'm homicidal when you enter the target Nigga, get up, act like a pig, try to hog shit So I'll take your ass out quick The mics, I'm had it, my nigga, you can suck my dick If you wanna step to my motherfucking rep Chk-chk, blaow, blaow, blaow, blown to death You got shot 'cause you knock-knock-knock "Who's there?" Another motherfucking hard rock Slacking on your macking 'cause raw's what you lack You wanna react? Bring it on back (Back) You might also like[Chorus] Shame on you when you step through to The Ol' Dirty Bastard, Brooklyn Zoo Shame on you when you step through to The Ol' Dirty Bastard, Brooklyn Zoo (Brooklyn Zoo, what?) Shame on you when you step through to (My nigga) The Ol' Dirty Bastard, Brooklyn Zoo Shame on you when you step through to The Ol' Dirty Bastard, Brooklyn Zoo Shame on you when you step through to The Ol' Dirty Bastard, Brooklyn Zoo [Outro] What? My nigga Shame on you Shame— Shame on you when you step through to— Shame on— Shame on— Shame on you when you step through to— Shame on you when you step through to The Ol' Dirty Bastard, Brooklyn Zoo Shame on you when you step through to The Ol' Dirty Bastard, Brooklyn Zoo What? My nigga30

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The What

The Notorious B.I.G.

[Produced by Easy Mo Bee] [Verse 1: The Notorious B.I.G.] I used to get feels on a bitch Now I throw shields on the dick to stop me from that HIV shit And niggas know they soft like a Twinkie filling Playing the villain, prepare for this rap killing Biggie Smalls is the illest, your style is played out Like Arnold on that, "What you talking 'bout, Willis?" The thrill is gone, the Black Frank White Is here to excite and throw dick to dykes Bitches I like 'em brainless, guns I like 'em stainless steel I want the fucking fortune like the Wheel I squeeze gats 'til my clips is empty Don't tempt me, you don't want to fuck with the M-E... [Verse 2: Method Man & The Notorious B.I.G.] ...T-H-O-D Man, here I am I'll be damned if this ain't some shit over hominy grit It's the low killer death trap, yes I'm a jet-black ninja Coming where you rest at, surrender Step inside the ring, you's the number one contender Looking cold-booty like your pussy in December Nigga, stop bitching, button up your lip and From Method all you getting is a can of ass-whipping Hey, I'll be kicking you son, you doing all the yapping Acting as if it can't happen Your frontin' got me mad enough to touch something Yo, I'm from Shaolin Island and ain't afraid to bust something So what you want nigga? You won't nigga I got a 6-shooter and a horse named Trigger It's real, '94 rugged-raw Kickin' down your goddamn door And it goes a little something like this You might also like[Chorus: Method Man & The Notorious B.I.G.] Fuck the world, don't ask me for shit Everything you get you gotta work hard for it (Honeys shake your hips) You don't stop (And niggas pack the clips) Keep on, bitch [Verse 3: Method Man & The Notorious B.I.G.] Verse two, coming with that Olde E brew Meth-tical, putting niggas back in ICU I'm lifted, troop, you can bring your wack-ass crew I got connections, I'll get that ass stuck like glue Huh, no question, I be coming down and shit Yo I gets rugged as a motherfucking carpet get And niggas love it, not in the physical form but in the mental I spark and they cells get warm I'm not a gentleman, I'm a Method Man Baby accept it, utmost respect it, and (Assume the position) Stop look and listen I spit on your grave then I grab my Charles Dickens, bitch [Verse 4: The Notorious B.I.G. & Method Man] Welcome to my center, honeys feel it deep in they placenta Cold as the pole in the winter Far from the inventor, but I got this rap shit sewed And when my MAC unloads I'm guaranteed another video Ready to die, why I act that way? Pop duke left mom duke, the faggot took the back way So instead of making hoes suck my dick up I used to do stick-ups, 'cause hoes is irritating like the hiccups Excuse me, flows just grow through me Like trees to branches, cliffs to avalanches It's the praying mantis, deep like the mind of Farrakhan A motherfucking rap phenomenon, plus (I got more Glocks and TECs than you) I make it hot, (niggas won't even stand next to you) Nigga touch me you better bust me three times in the head Or motherfucker's dead, you thought so [Chorus: Method Man & The Notorious B.I.G.] Fuck the world, don't ask me for shit And everything you get you gotta work hard for it (Honeys shake your hips) You don't stop (And niggas pack the clips) Keep on, bitch Fuck the world, don't ask me for shit Everything you get you gotta work hard for it (Honeys shake your hips) You don't stop (And niggas pack the clips) Keep on, bitch [Outro: Notorious B.I.G. & Method Man] Junior M.A.F.I.A. clique in full effect (Yeah, what the fuck you want, nigga?) Ah, yeah, hell yeah (Biggie Smalls and Meth-tical) Bedford–Stuyvesant the livest one (9-4 coming at you raw) My borough is thorough (Shaolin Island, yeah) Recognize (Yeah)52

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I’m Gettin’ Money

Fabolous

[Verse 1: Freck Billionaire] I'm gettin money, heres my explanation The Lambo's milked out, no expiration And I ain't ask for an estimation I just pass the cake off, no hesitation Ya' see I'm nothing like y'all guys I just do the stuntin' Y'all niggas fall guys And everyday I get the Benny washed It's Deja Vu, like Denny Wash The budgets too big, Billionaire’ll hurt a label Play it tight spray the creed on the Purple label Pave' set me and Jacob got me linked up The bentley wag' bullet proof, like a Brinks truck CVL, we dont care what ya homies sell Rubberbands round' the stacks like a ponytail I could meet a ho sweeter than Damita Jo She act conceited, though, her number get deleted, yo I'm not a musician, but I play an instrument The raging bull handle any kind of incident The Black latex D’s can't get the prints The Flying Spur so fly, I had to get the Bent Got initials on the door scrappy Initials on the floormats I ain't braggin', homeboy, this my format The 22’s look like they ridin' on four flats Young octopus, I carry arms See Fabolous LiveGet tickets as low as $109You might also like[Verse 2: Fabolous] I'm gettin' money is my quotation Family man so I need the Lambo station Slick talk'll put a chamber into rotation Directors style I shoot 'em on location My hoes Haitian, Trini and Croatian Ass clap louder than a Oprah ovation Double D's on her chest like Dare Devil Her shoe game's at a nine hundred a pair level I'm in P-rada the color of Ri-cotta Cheese? Please, you can't tell me nada I don't share keys nor do I give her codes I set run through records down on River Road Then I switched up, posted on Palisade The Denali stay smellin' like Cali grade A couple Bond Number 9 squirts Osama Rich--that's the hard-to-find shirt Your rocks keep to they self? Well mines flirt They too clean, board of health couldn't find dirt I'm rich bitch and I'm screamin' it like Ashy Larry They call me Brinks boy. Maybe it's the cash I carry Rubber bands pop you gon' need a scrunchee for me If she a jumpoff, bet the chick bungee for me I came a long way and I still stroll the avenues Move in style, Louis V, rollin' travel Local nigga, you never been to Poland have you? So you couldn't judge me if you was holding gavels And I used to get the raw from Bolivia That was back when Raven Simone was Olivia I did the take out, meaning that I ran orders I had the transporters sittin' by the land borders The Rockefeller make you rather do a manslaughter They goin' in juniors, comin' home with granddaughters So homie if you got a weapon, tote it You can't jump ship niggas won't accept you boat it When I was doin it for TV I kept it loaded Cause these hatin' niggas tryna' final episode it A half a clip in ya hip'll make ya Elvis shake You'll more than moan when the bones in ya' pelvis break Bentley drop cost 200 and 12 to take Red gut, white paint: Red Velvet cake

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Not Give a Fuck

Fabolous

[Verse 1] I'm somethin' like a phenomenon But still dumpin' whenever the drama's on Y'all hustlers can't eat fit meals And it feels somethin' like when it's Ramadan Hope you chumps been walkin' with armor on I'm who they dumping 2 Cole Hamels on Somethin's turnin' this momma on I love to see rumps in Ferragamo thongs Bet it look plump when you got pajamas on Jump in, let's hit the Bahamas ma And it's crunk whenever I'm on the song Bumpin' like "Bumb-ba-Bump" I'm particularly picky When it come to licky licky Have 'em slidin' off them Vickies quickly Under the doo-rag thick three sixty It's the hypno and sticky icky I said Okay! [Hook] Fly enough, to do better But pimp enough to not give a fuck Thug enough, to do better And gangsta enough to not give a fuck I'm hustlin' enough, to know better But ballin' enough to not give a fuck Old enough, to know better But young enough to not give a fuck See Fabolous LiveGet tickets as low as $109You might also like[Verse 2] D-d-d-d-dammit man I'm in a throwback so old It'll make your grandma glance And everybody know, everybody go So please, call the stretch ambulance These dudes don't stand a chance When I pull up like the pamper brand Doors in the Lambo slants With a madame from France With a ass so big You couldn't hide it in Hammer pants Who else be in New York With Miami tans Got everybody doin' the Street Family dance I'm sure this hammer can Make you save that gangsta role for the camera man It's F-A-B, you preferably Don't wanna F wit me (Please believe it) I'm definitely as responsible For getting the City High as Clef would be (Believe it please) [Hook] Fly enough, to do better But pimp enough to not give a fuck Thug enough, to do better And gangsta enough to not give a fuck I'm hustlin' enough, to know better But ballin' enough to not give a fuck Old enough, to know better But young enough to not give a fuck [Verse 3] I'm introduced to your women friends (Hello) Cause I buy double deuces to rim a Benz Like they boots made by Timberland I have to remind, since I got drafted and signed Ya'll playa's get used to the scrimagin' Now one of the Jesuses got lemon gems? (Damn) Know y'all lips get loose like y'all feminine I prove letting loose with the semi can boost my adrenaline You never had no use with that limb again Half my roots is Dominican Faboloso mi gusto les Benjamins This dude got the juice of a pimp in him Turn to stones like Medusa had glimpsed at him But right now you can lie and gossip too And later be the guy who the mas run to And right now you can try to prosecute But later on you gonna die in the hospital [Hook] Fly enough, to do better But pimp enough to not give a fuck Thug enough, to do better And gangsta enough to not give a fuck I'm hustlin' enough, to know better But ballin' enough to not give a fuck Old enough, to know better But young enough to not give a fuck3

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Ten Crack Commandments

The Notorious B.I.G.

[Chuck D] 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9 [Intro] It's the ten crack commandments, what? Nigga can't tell me nothing about this coke Can't tell me nothing about this crack, this weed, for my hustlin' niggas Niggas on the corner I ain't forget you niggas, my triple beam niggas [Verse] I've been in this game for years, it made me a animal There's rules to this shit, I wrote me a manual A step-by-step booklet for you to get Your game on track, not your wig pushed back Rule Nombre Uno: never let no one know How much dough you hold 'cause you know The cheddar breed jealousy 'specially If that man fucked up, get yo' ass stuck up Number Two: never let 'em know your next move Don't you know bad boys move in silence and violence? Take it from your highness (Uh-huh) I done squeezed mad clips at these cats for they bricks and chips Number Three: never trust nobody Your moms'll set that ass up, properly gassed up Hoodied and masked up, shit, for that fast buck She be laying in the bushes to light that ass up Number Four: I know you heard this before "Never get high on your own supply" Number Five: never sell no crack where you rest at I don't care if they want an ounce, tell 'em, "Bounce!" Number Six: that goddamn credit? Dead it You think a crackhead paying you back? Shit, forget it Seven: this rule is so underrated Keep your family and business completely separated Money and blood don't mix like two dicks and no bitch Find yourself in serious shit Number Eight: never keep no weight on you Them cats that squeeze your guns can hold jums too Number Nine shoulda been Number One to me: If you ain't gettin' bagged, stay the fuck from police If niggas think you snitchin', they ain't tryna listen They be sittin' in your kitchen, waiting to start hittin' Number Ten: a strong word called 'consignment' Strictly for live men, not for freshmen If you ain't got the clientele, say, "Hell no!" 'Cause they gon' want they money rain, sleet, hail, snow Follow these rules you'll have mad bread to break up If not, twenty-four years on the wake up Slug hit your temple, watch your frame shake up Caretaker did your makeup, when you passed Your girl fucked my man Jake up Heard in three weeks, she sniffed a whole half a cake up Heard she suck a good dick, and can hook a steak up Gotta go, gotta go, more pies to bake up, word up (Uh) You might also like[Outro] Crack King, Frank Wiz-zhite [Premier Scratching] (1, 2, 3, 5, 6, 7, 8 1, 1, 2, 3, 4, 5 1, 1, 1, 1, 1, 2, 3, 4, 4, 5 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9 10.......10)105

Hip-Hop

Niggaz

Fabolous

[Chorus: Paul Cain] Some niggas thug, and some niggas is bitch Some niggas'll rob, and some niggas'll pitch Some niggas ain't got shit, some niggas rich Some niggas do the time, and some live as a snitch [Verse 1: Paul Cain] Now some niggas like to pull out and talk, some niggas pop off Some niggas found they way to the top, some niggas got lost Some niggas keep it thorough in jail, some niggas got soft Some niggas ride hard top Coupe, I pull the top off And quick to speed off on the Jake Quick to back, any nigga gettin' money, come up off of the safe Fuck the city, I'm extortin' the state I'm like O. from The Wire, walk with a sawed-off and a .8 And I was taught, never talk with a snake When you kill a nigga you love, you pay for the coffin and wake Get you wrapped up, and tossed in a lake If you can't get the whole pie, just take ya portion and skate Don't fuck with niggas, if they soft or they fake Only jail cats, and niggas going back and forth to court could relate Fuck with me, and I'ma alter ya fate Send some wolves after ya girl that specialize in torture and rape We in the game most dudes ain't built for Cain talk the type of shit niggas get killed for Whatever it's gon' be, let it be, I ain't wastin' a slug And time is money, and when it come to mine, take it in blood, nigga See Fabolous LiveGet tickets as low as $109You might also like[Chorus: Fabolous] Some niggas thug, and some niggas is bitch Some niggas rob, and some niggas'll pitch Some niggas ain't got nothin', some niggas rich Some niggas do the time, and some live as a snitch [Verse 2: Fabolous] These niggas act like, I ain't sling the clip at the last lame That ran to the cops, to bring the tips of the last names (Nigga!) Like I ain't bring the shipments, and pass 'caine And sticky that'll leave ya finger tips with the grass stains (Nigga!) Like I don't swing and zip through the fast lane Would you believe, this ringer chipped me a fast Range (Nigga!) Like I ain't sling on stips, 'til my past fame And stacked it up, like the Pringle chips, when the cash came (Nigga!) Like I ain't fling and dip, when the task came I knew these niggas sing like pits, so I stash change The singles chipped and my ass changed But this player never pay for, them rings and whips, just to gas dames I'm why you stay in touch with ya writer Even made you pick up ya pen, and start clutchin' it tighter I ain't much of a fighter But I know, everything about rollin' up, like a Dutch and a Spyder My dope is much more than whiter One hit'll have the fiends yellin' out, they need crutches and lighters The Fed's can't touch or indict us, and the hoes can't even get numbers They wanna stay in touch, they could write us, nigga [Chorus: Joe Budden] Some niggas thug, and some niggas is bitch Some niggas rob, and some niggas'll pitch Some niggas ain't got shit, some niggas rich Some niggas do the time, and some live as a snitch [Verse 3: Joe Budden] Listen, listen, I lived that life, of click-clack life The kidnap life, the kid's the wise, I did that twice! You prolly see that through ya bitch ass eyes Still I'm that nigga that you get at why They forget that they knew me, remember me thug I'm from that same block, rips snorkel on ja dip in a Lucy 'Member they back you down, when knives was out .45 was out, scully ya eyes come out But now cuz you hear nigga all in his place That when you see him in the streets, you gettin' all in his face More you give a nigga, the more that he takes, and you wanna beef Knowin' I'm slower to do so, 'cause I got much more at stake HUH!?... that's why I'm ignorin' ya page I can't respect you no more, you's a fraud and a snake But you noticed that's the hate that I love You see me eatin' off rap, that same feat you think you capable of Don't get me wrong, I would like to dead it But you actin' like, I ain't blow my show money on a rifle fetish And my pop's voluntarily, surrendered to the Fed's This is the wrong time to fuck with my head I'm tryna tell you, friends are ya worst enemies So if I make friends wit my worst enemies, that'll maybe even things out But one in ya dome is easy, get it on if need be Chrome for sheezy, please, don't believe me [Chorus: Fabolous] Some niggas thug, and some niggas is bitch Some niggas rob, and some niggas'll pitch Some niggas ain't got nothin', some niggas rich Some niggas do the time, and some live as a snitch

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Knock Yourself Out

Jadakiss

[Intro: Jadakiss] Uh-huh, you know where I'm taking this I'm taking it right there, they leave me no choice [Verse 1: Jadakiss] She said she was a model for a year and a half and if she took her pins out Then her hair would drop down to her calf I knew her man, he was just up North And would've got left up North, but he was the chef up North Anyway I'm K-I-double All I do is get dough, spit flows, try to stay out of trouble If you ready we could move, just lose your man Or hit the dance floor, I'll show you how to do my dance Or I might let you play in the garden Or sit up in that white thing and listen to the greatest of Marvin The estate got 6 locations Take so long to get to the front once I missed probation And I hate to brag I know ya man really wouldn't like the Beretta but he'd hate the Mag And yeah here go a blank check, rock yourself out But in the mean time girl, knock yourself out [Chorus: Pharrell Williams & Jadakiss] Oh you modeling momma? (Knock yourself out) (Uh) Wanna let ya hair down? (Knock yourself out) (Go ahead) Oh you ready to move? (Knock yourself out) (Let's go) What you wanna sit in the Coupe? (Go ahead, Knock yourself out) (Come on) Wanna keep on dancing? (Knock yourself out) (Uh-huh, Uh, uh) Wanna run in my mansion? (Knock yourself out) (Uh-huh, Uh, uh) Sit in V.I.P.? (Knock yourself out) (Come on) Bitch you just wanna be seen (Go ahead, Knock yourself out)(Uh, yo, uh, yeah!) See Jadakiss LiveGet tickets as low as $41You might also like[Verse 2: Jadakiss] Now you can knock yourself out like you boxin yourself Or you can get real freaky, start popping yourself And my watch got so many rocks, when you look at the time It's sorta like you watching yourself, uhh Front if you want, I puff a few blunts And take a cruise in a Porsche with the trunk in the front She had the Jocko Broshure sandals, told her hop in The coupe blew her mind when she couldn't find the door handles Attitude very high maintenance; check this out ma I'm running out of my patience Don't sleep with me? Then don't speak with me And never talk bad about niggas that eat with me [Chorus: Pharrell Williams & Jadakiss] Oh you modeling momma? (Knock yourself out) Wanna let ya hair down? (Knock yourself out) (Go ahead) Oh you ready to move? (Knock yourself out) (Let's go) What you wanna sit in the Coupe? (Go ahead, Knock yourself out) (Come on) Wanna keep on dancing? (Knock yourself out) (Uh-huh, Uh, uh) Wanna run in my mansion? (Knock yourself out) (Uh-huh, Uh, uh) Sit in V.I.P.? (Knock yourself out) (Come on) Bitch you just wanna be seen (Go ahead, Knock yourself out) (Uh, yeah, yo, uh!) [Verse 3: Jadakiss] Ayyo, honey know I'm waiting to leave Keep dancing, cause I like how that ass shake in them capris I'm like Big with the murder mamis up in Belize But I'll still fuck a chickenhead like Lil' Cease I don't care if they model, bet they all goin' chill First nigga to cook base on a Foreman grill And you might win some, but you just lost one Kiss miseducates 'em like Lauryn Hill [Chorus: Pharrell Williams & Jadakiss] Oh you modeling momma? (Knock yourself out) Wanna let ya hair down? (Knock yourself out) (Go ahead) Oh you ready to move? (Knock yourself out) (Let's go) What you wanna sit in the Coupe? (Go ahead, Knock yourself out) (Come on) Wanna keep on dancing? (Knock yourself out) (Uh-huh, Uh, uh) Wanna run in my mansion? (Knock yourself out) (Uh-huh, Uh, uh) Sit in V.I.P.? (Knock yourself out) (Uh-huh, Uh, uh) Bitch you just wanna be seen (Go ahead, Knock yourself out) Oh you modeling momma? (Knock yourself out) Wanna let ya hair down? (Knock yourself out) (Go ahead) Oh you ready to move? (Knock yourself out) (Let's go) What you wanna sit in the Coupe? (Go ahead, Knock yourself out) (Come on) Wanna keep on dancing? (Knock yourself out) (Uh-huh, Uh, uh) Wanna run in my mansion? (Knock yourself out) (Uh-huh, Uh, uh) Sit in V.I.P.? (Knock yourself out) (Uh-huh, Uh, uh) Bitch you just wanna be seen (Go ahead, Knock yourself out) [Outro: Pharrell Williams] Oh you modeling momma? (Knock yourself out) Knock yourself out, Are you ready to move Knock yourself out, go head, knock yourself out Wanna keep on dancing? (Knock yourself out)4

Hip Hop

Hate

JAY-Z

[Intro: Jay-Z & Kanye West] Haters Haters—these niggas is haters! And I made myself so easy to love Yeah Yeah [Verse 1: Kanye West] How much they hate it? Very Kiss girls like Katy Perry I am never sprung, but I spring 'er: Jerry Don’t try this at home; results may vary King like T.I., but in the Chi, Larry [Verse 2: Jay-Z] Hoover? Hova Both are American Gangsters You choose who's colder Rappers get nasty in the booth but I'm grosser I can’t even stomach myself: ulcer More realer 'cause I'm closer Had girlies in girdles weighing more than they supposed to Poser? No, sir My hustle: so Russell I stretch work: yoga You know I got it down, dog Al Roker: I used to knock pounds off It ain’t nothing for me to knock nouns off And these MCs praying for my downfall They just haters I wave at you, I’m so player I’ll never be done, I’m so ra-re You might also like[Verse 3: Kanye West] We killing the game, it's not fair You motherfuckers stay right there 'Cause we too high up in the air We blasting off just like a laser Nigga, "Pyong! Pyong! Pyong!" Get back, give me room, room, room DB9 like, "Vroom, vroom, vroom!" Young Hov', what we doin', doin', doin'? [Verse 4: Jay-Z] We ballin', bitches Eating y'all food, leaving dishes Why these niggas always talking Lear talk, 'Ye? Why I never see 'em at the Clearport, 'Ye? Why always hear they at the airport? While I fly daily like I'm in the Air Force (Ayy) Therefore, please stop talking my ears off, millionaire talk You haters, you mad at me 'cause your paper Need to get its motherfucking weight up (Hold up) Wait up, I ain’t done Name one thing I ain’t done It hurts when you say that I ain't the one You haters, how do I gain your favor? I need to know 'cause I care I need you to love me, I swear—look here! See 'Ye is running the Chi like Gale Sayers I'm running New York, I got the mayor on my pager You can’t fade us, you haters I need you, stay there I breathe you like air [Outro: Jay-Z] Ay-yer Yeah-yeah-yeah, yay-yer Yeah-yeah-yeah, yay-yer Where all my haters? I love all my haters Love all my haters I love all my haters Where the fuck is my haters? Hater? Yay-yer! Haha18

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We Gonna Make It

Jadakiss

[Produced by The Alchemist] [Verse 1: Jadakiss & Styles P] Fuck the frail shit, uh, 'cause when my coke come in They gotta use the scale that they weigh the whales with Carlssons on the jeep, Bugatti made the prototype Hoped you'd get the picture but you just can't photo life Determined niggas make it Kicking down the door and we burning niggas naked The house costs a million, sitting on the beach And the only thing I know: if it's furnished I'ma take it My bathtub lift up, my walls do a 360 We got the shit that the government got Talking money then you rubbing the spot Real niggas say that they be wilding We on the Cayman Islands on a yacht with our favorite albums A bad ho and a plate of salmon, smoking and drinking Nigga is you thinking that our fate is violent? I love my nigga for the fact that he real And nobody on the faculty squeal And if you facing capital pun, pass me a gun And I'ma give you time to run while I rapidly peel, uh [Chorus: Jadakiss] We gon' make it We gon' make it, we gon' make it We gon' make it We gon' make it, we gon' make it We gon' make it See Jadakiss LiveGet tickets as low as $41You might also like[Verse 2: Jadakiss & Styles P] I learned the game quickly, and I don't like to rent So when I fly now, I bring my cars on the plane with me In this case who's the loser? Ran through enough coke for Castro to build schools in Cuba Teaching kids how to read and write and use the Ruger Motherfuckin' niggas is back, Jada and P We got water, X, haze, plus weight of the D And I'm tired of hearing about old niggas that had it And be the same old niggas that ratted (Who cares?) Talking 'bout how we hawk niggas in they fuckin' back Gun work's official but niggas don't be wanting that (Why?) 'Cause they puss and they mans is lame We Soul for Real in the hood, we make Candy Rain I could easily send you to God But come and see me at the Plaza Hotel I might give you a job If you can't remember the name All you gotta do is ask the dame for the niggas that deliver it hard [Chorus: Jadakiss] We gon' make it We gon' make it, we gon' make it We gon' make it We gon' make it, we gon' make it [Verse 3: Jadakiss] Jada-MWAH, I'll kiss you, you bitch ass nigga Bet the hood won't miss you, you bitch ass nigga Might find your man dead in the ocean (he be aight though) You know dead rappers get better promotion Why we don't laugh at death, and cry at birth Never say you can't do it 'til you try it first Be the young niggas eager to pull it But it's a message in everything, trust me, even a bullet Go to war with the 8 and the pound Think you got your ear to the street now Put your face in the ground 'cause my shells is expensive You'll know exactly why when you yellin' in intensive My fellas is offensive Lucky 'cause I got guns that crack your back But that's not what I prefer, I manufacture crack And niggas turn bitch when you show em the steel But we know how to bid so y'all go 'head and squeal I'm comfortable far from home Eating right, getting good rest either on the bar or the phone I'm the reason niggas got deals the past few years "Sound anything like Kiss? Then sign right here!" And, y'all just talking, I'm doing it well Jadakiss, motherfucker, I'ma see you in hell [Chorus: Jadakiss] We gon' make it We gon' make it, we gon' make it We gon' make it We gon' make it, we gon' make it We gon' make it18

Hip Hop

A Star Is Born

JAY-Z

[Hook: The World Famous Tony Williams + Jay-Z] Every day a star is born (And you say New York City! Yeah, yeah) Clap for 'em! Clap for 'em! Clap for 'em! Hey Every day a star is born (And you say New York City! Uh-huh) Clap for 'em! Clap for 'em! Clap for 'em! Hey [Verse 1: Jay Z] I seen Mase do it, I seen 'Ye do it 'X came through, caught lighter fluid Still I came through it; clap for him! But I’m the blueprint, I'm like the map for 'em I dropped another classic, made Puff pass it Nobody could touch Puff back when Puff had it Wayne scorchin', I'll applaud him If he keep going, pass the torch to him Fifty came through like hurricanes do I thought I finished his ass at Summer Jam too I had the Illmatic on bootleg The shit was so ahead, thought we was all dead Wayne did "A Milli," Fifty did a milli 'Ye too, but what Em did was silly The white boy blossomed after Dre endorsed him His flow on "Renegade": fucking awesome Applaud him! [Hook: The World Famous Tony Williams + Jay-Z] Every day, a star is born (And you say New York City!) Clap for 'em! Clap for 'em! Clap for 'em! Hey Every day, a star is born (And you say New York City! Uh-huh, Jay) Clap for 'em! Clap for 'em! Clap for 'em! Hey You might also like[Verse 2: Jay-Z] Snoop dogged it, Nelly came down The Face Mob kept it ghetto for the H-Town Luda moved digits after he moved bitches Drake's up next, see what he do with it (Uh-huh) Rule had a run, couple movie parts T.I. literally wanted to shoot up the charts What up, Jeezy? What it do? Y’all remind me of us in early '92 (Uh-huh) Outkast landed, 3-thou was ill Like a male version of Lauryn Hill Mobb Deep shook it, but Prodigy took it A lil' too far, can't fuck with Brooklyn Wu-Tang gangbanged it, Meth ate Rae took on the date with the Purple Tape Passed on to Ason and then Ghostface They had a hell of a run, standing ovay', ayy [Hook: The World Famous Tony Williams + Jay-Z] Every day, a star is born Clap for 'em! Clap for 'em! Clap for 'em! Hey Every day, a star is born (Uh-huh, Jay) Clap for 'em! Clap for 'em! Clap for 'em! Hey [Verse 3: Jay-Z] And I am one of one Can’t you see just how long my run? My reign, Lulu's son-shine Been a star since I was ducking one-time One time, give it up for him December 4th, a star was born Clap for him! He went from moving that corner To this corner office, it's so enormous Hey! Prez' Carter watching her get her Monica on all day Hey, got so many different monikers, but only one Jay They come, they go Some real, some faux Some friends, some hoes But, no, I goes nowhere, this Hov' [Hook: The World Famous Tony Williams + Jay-Z] Every day a star is born (And you say New York City!) Clap for 'em! Clap for 'em! Clap for 'em! Hey Every day a star is born (And you say New York City! Uh-huh, yeah) Clap for 'em! Clap for 'em! Clap for 'em! Hey [Verse 4: J. Cole] And could I be a star? Does fame in this game have to change who you are? Or could I be the same one who came from a far-away life Just to make it in these Broadway lights? Now I'm shining in the broad daylight—go figure A slow transition from a lil' broke nigga from the 'Ville Got a deal, a real lifesaver Dreams of being behind the wheel like Jada I chill now, cop a lil' ice later Cole, you got the glow like a lil' lightsaber So clap for him! Then applaud Hov, he gave him a platform Flow so sick, thought he wrote the rap for him—no, sir! The flow cold as the shoulders of gold-digging hoes when a broke nigga 'proaches Told you I’m focused, man I’ll let you motherfuckers soak it in, and clap for 'em! [Hook: The World Famous Tony Williams, Jay-Z, & J. Cole] Every day, a star is born (And you say New York City!) Yeah, hey, and clap for 'em! Hey, hey, and clap for 'em! Clap for 'em! Clap for 'em! I'm here now! Fayettenam Clap for 'em! Clap for 'em! Ayy (J. Cole!) Every day, a star is born52

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A Milli

Lil Wayne

[Intro] Bangladesh Young Money! You dig? Mack, I'm going in [Verse 1] A millionaire, I'm a Young Money millionaire Tougher than Nigerian hair My criteria compared to your career just isn't fair I'm a venereal disease, like a menstrual bleed Through the pencil, and leak on the sheet of the tablet in my mind 'Cause I don't write shit, 'cause I ain't got time 'Cause my seconds, minutes, hours go to the almighty dollar And the almighty power of that ch-cha-cha-cha-chopper Sister, brother, son, daughter, father; mother-fuck a copper Got the Maserati dancin' on the bridge, pussy poppin' Tell the coppers, "Ha-ha-ha-ha You can't catch him, you can't stop him" I go by them goon rules: if you can't beat 'em, then you pop 'em You can't man 'em, then you mop 'em You can't stand 'em, then you drop 'em You pop 'em 'cause we pop 'em like Orville Redenbacher [Chorus] Motherfucker, I'm ill You might also like[Verse 2] A million here, a million there Sicilian bitch with long hair, with coke in her derrière Like smoking the thinnest air I open the Lamborghini, hopin' them crackers see me Like, "Look at that bastard Weezy!" He's a beast, he's a dog, he's a mothafuckin' problem Okay, you're a goon, but what's a goon to a goblin? Nothin', nothin', you ain't scarin' nothin' On some faggot bullshit: call 'em Dennis Rodman Call me what you want, bitch! Call me on my Sidekick! Never answer when it's private, damn, I hate a shy bitch Don't you hate a shy bitch? Yeah, I ate a shy bitch She ain't shy no more, she changed her name to My Bitch Yeah, nigga, that's my bitch, so when she ask For the money when you through, don't be surprised, bitch! And it ain't trickin' if you got it But you like a bitch with no ass: You ain't got shit Motherfucker, I'm ill, not sick And I'm okay, but my watch sick, yeah, my drop sick Yeah, my Glock sick, and my knot thick — I'm it [Chorus] Motherfucker, I'm ill [Verse 3] See, they say I'm rappin' like B.I.G., Jay, and 2Pac André 3000, where is Erykah Badu at? Who that? Who that said they gon' beat Lil Wayne? My name ain't Bic, but I keep that flame, man Who that one that do that, boy? You knew that true that, swallow And I be the shit, now you got loose bowels I don't owe you like two vowels But I would like for you to pay me by the hour And I'd rather be pushin' flowers Than to be in the pen sharin' showers Tony told us this world was ours And the Bible told us every girl was sour Don't play in her garden and don't smell her flower Call me Mr. Carter or Mr. Lawn Mower Boy, I got so many bitches, like I'm Mike Lowrey Even Gwen Stefani said she couldn't doubt me Motherfucker, I say "Life ain't shit without me" Chrome lips pokin' out the coupe, look like it's poutin' I do what I do, and you do what you can do about it Bitch, I can turn a crack rock into a mountain — dare me Don't you compare me, 'cause there ain't nobody near me They don't see me but they hear me They don't feel me but they fear me I'm illy, C3, 3 Peat143

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I Get Crazy

Nicki Minaj

[Chorus: Bianca Bonnie] I get crazy I-I get crazy I-I get crazy I-I get crazy [Intro: Nicki Minaj] I mean, you know It's like when I feel really crazy I just get my broom and fly away I go real, real far away Young Money That's-that's-that's just what we do You know, I mean we-we wear straightjackets And we-we-we-we stay in, you know, padded rooms And, you know, and we fly away [Verse 1: Nicki Minaj] I just came out of the motherfuckin' old school Got my Mac Notebook with the Pro Tools You bitches ain't ready for Nicki Lewinsky Bad woof woof, flyer than a Frisbee So I'm up in Mandalay, eating mangos Keep a couple pink toes in my sandals Got some bangles all over my ankles Such a star, they singing the “Star Spangled Ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-banner,” and I, I am the rap Hannah Mo-Mon-Montana, so fix your antenna I keep three hoes, but don't call me Santa A-And I’m, and I’m flyer then reindeers in the winter You might also like[Chorus: Bianca Bonnie] I get crazy I-I get crazy I-I get crazy I-I get crazy [Verse 2: Nicki Minaj] So I got a bad-bitch mentality 'Cause I just came from another galaxy I be with the president up in the White House If we in the Oval Office, then the lights out 'Cause I am the Wicked Witch, I'm the Nickster And I keep a bad bitch on my GSX-R But I leave her in a second for a thicker Rockstar little mama with a guitar I mean, I'm Nicki L-M-N-O-winsky I mean, my name ring bells like Tinky I mean Tinker, tell that nigga link her 'Cause I'm looking for some good brains from a thinker [Bridge: Nicki Minaj] Uh, thinker Thinker... Thinker [Chorus: Bianca Bonnie] I get crazy I-I get crazy I-I get crazy I-I get crazy [Verse 3: Lil Wayne & Bianca Bonnie] 1, 2, 3rd floor, hospital bound Niggas is doors and I knock niggas down Straightjacket crooked, I hear you lookin I promise I'm hard and I swear you pussy I ain't crazy, no, yes, I am Right up in the cuckoo nest I land I'm fly, now eat my bird shit Yeah, I'm crazy, crazy 'bout your bitch Wild animal on my bewildered shit I love brain so I'm lookin' for a nerd bitch It's Nicki Minaj, the superb witch And Weezy F Baby, no, Weezy F Crazy [Chorus: Bianca Bonnie] I get crazy I-I get crazy I-I get crazy I-I get crazy [Outro: Nicki Minaj] When I do it, it get did-ed, I was fixing my fitted Pull up in a 6 Series, she was fixing your Civic When I do it, it gets done, 2 sticks in my bun Pull up in a 6, hun, you was fixing to run, hoe (Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh) (You know, you know my name is Nicki Minaj, trick) (Let's get it) I get crazy, I get crazy I get motherfuckin', motherfuckin' crazy Crazy, crazy, that's what my name is My name means crazy in cr-crazy language12

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Can I Get A…

JAY-Z

[Intro: JAY-Z] What? Well fuck you... bitch Now can you bounce wit me, wit me, wit me wit me Can you bounce wit me, bounce wit me, wit me wit me Can you bounce wit me, bounce wit me, ge-gi-gi-gi-gi-gi Can you bounce wit me, bounce wit me, ye-ye-yeah Uh-huh uh-huh bounce wit me, bounce wit me Can ya can ya can ya bounce wit me, bounce wit me Ya-yah-yah, ya-ya-yah-yeah bounce wit me, bounce wit me Ge-gi, ge-gi-gi-gi-geyeah bounce wit me, bounce wit me Get it! [Verse 1: JAY-Z] Can I hit in the mornin' without givin' you half of my dough And even worse, if I was broke would you want me If I couldn't get you finer things like all of them diamond rings Bitches kill for would you still roll If we couldn't see the sun risin' off the shore of Thailand Would you ride then, if I wasn't driving If I wasn't a eight-figure nigga by the name of Jigga Would you come around me or would you clown me If I couldn't flow futuristic, would ya Put your two lips on my wood and kiss it, could ya See yourself with a nigga working hard at a nine to five Ten to six, two jobs to survive, or Do you need a baller, so you can shop and tear the mall up Brag, tell your friends what I bought ya If you couldn't see yourself with a nigga when his dough is low Baby girl, if this is so, yo You might also like[Chorus: JAY-Z & Amil] Can I get a fuck you To these bitches from all of my niggas Who don't love hoes, they get no dough Can I get a woop woop To these niggas from all of my bitches Who don't got love for niggas without dubs Can I get a fuck you To these bitches from all of my niggas Who don't love hoes, they get no dough Can I get a woop woop To these niggas from all of my bitches Who don't got love for niggas without dubs [Break: JAY-Z & Amil] Now can you bounce wit me, uhh Bounce wit me, bounce wit me Can ya can ya can ya bounce wit me, bounce wit me Uh uh.. Major Coins, Amil-lion Bounce wit me, bounce wit me Uhh, yo bounce wit me Can ya can ya can ya bounce wit me, bounce wit me Yeah, uh-uh uh uh [Verse 2: Amil] You ain't gotta be rich but fuck that How we gonna get around on your bus pass Before I put this pussy on your mustache Can you afford me? My niggas breadwinners, never corny Ambition makes me so horny Not the fussin' and the frontin' If you got nothing, baby boy, you better Get up, get out and get some, shit I like a - lot of Prada, Alizé and vodka Late nights, candlelight, then I tear the cock up Get it up I put it down e'rytime it pop up, huh I got to snap 'em, let it loose, then I knock ya Feel the juice, then I got ya - when you produce a rock I let you meet momma and introduce you to poppa My - coochie remains in a Gucci name Never test my patience, nigga, I'm high maintenance High class, if you ain't rollin', bypass If you ain't holdin' I dash yo [Chorus: JAY-Z & Amil] Can I get a fuck you To these bitches from all of my niggas Who don't love hoes, they get no dough Can I get a woop woop To these niggas from all of my bitches Who don't got love for niggas without dubs Can I get a fuck you To these bitches from all of my niggas Who don't love hoes, they get no dough Can I get a woop woop To these niggas from all of my bitches Who don't got love for niggas without dubs [Break: JAY-Z & Ja Rule] Now can you bounce for me, bounce for me Uhh Can ya can ya can ya bounce wit me, bounce wit me Uhh! Gi-gi-gi-geyeah-geyeah Can ya bounce wit me, bounce wit me UHH! Gi-gi-gi-gi can ya bounce wit me, bounce wit me Uhh! Yeah [Verse 3: Ja Rule] It ain't even a question How my dough flows, I'm good to these bad hoes Like my puss wet and they don't dry like damp clothes What y'all niggas don't know: it's e-asy to pimp a hoe Bitches better have my money fo' sho' Before they go runnin' they mouth, promotin' how I be dickin' they, back out, go 'head, let it out I fucks with my Gat out, bounce and leave a hundred Makin' 'em feel slutted even if they don't want it It's been so long, since I met a chick ain't about chips but then I'm Dead wrong, when I tell 'em, "be gone" So hold on to the feelin' of flossin' and plat-num 'Cause from now on, you can witness Ja the i-con With hoodies and Timbs on, 'cause I thugs my bitches VV studs my bitches, then we rob bitch niggas I'm talkin' 'bout straight figures, if you here, get with us If not, Boo, you know what, I still fucked you [Chorus: JAY-Z & Amil] Can I get a fuck you To these bitches from all of my niggas Who don't love hoes, they get no dough Can I get a woop woop To these niggas from all of my bitches Who don't got love for niggas without dubs Can I get a fuck you To these bitches from all of my niggas Who don't love hoes, they get no dough Can I get a woop woop To these niggas from all of my bitches Who don't got love for niggas without dubs [Outro: JAY-Z] Now can you bounce wit me, bounce wit me Ge-gi, ge-gi-gi-gi bounce wit me, bounce wit me Wit me wit me wit me bounce wit me, bounce wit me Bounce, bitch, bounce.. wit me wit me wit me wit me Can ya bounce wit me wit me Ge-gi, uh-huh uh-huh uh-huh uh-huh Uh-huh uh-huh uh-huh uh-huh uh-huh uh-huh uh Can ya bounce wit me bounce wit me Geyeah14

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Already Home

JAY-Z

[Produced by No I.D. and Kanye West] [Intro: JAY-Z] Yeezy, Hova, Yeezy Yeezy Yeezy, Hova, hold up You either love me or leave me alone You either love me or leave me alone [Chorus: Kid Cudi & JAY-Z] Oh, they want me to fall (Fall) Fall from the top (Top) They want me to drop (Drop) They want me to stop (Stop) They want me to go (Go) I'm already gone (Already) The shit that I'm on (Hey) I'm already home Hey, I'm already home Hey, I'm already home Hey, I'm already home [Bridge: JAY-Z] Now one more 'gin [Chorus: Kid Cudi & JAY-Z] Oh (Oh), they want me to fall (Fall) Fall from the top (Top) They want me to drop (Drop) They want me to stop (No) They want me to go (No) I'm already gone (Gone) The shit that I'm on (Already) I'm already home Hey, I'm already home Hey, I'm already home Hey, I'm already home You might also like[Verse 1: JAY-Z] These niggas want me to go, don’t they know that I'm gone They know I'm space shuttle level, they need oxyg-g-g-gen Don't they know that they boring? Don’t they know that I yawn? Only time they exciting is when they mentioning Shawn Seen Single White Female when she dyed her hair blonde? Sometimes I look at these rappers, the movie remind me of them Somebody turn these boys off, don't they know that I'm on Can't they see that it's foolish to try and kill me with songs What the fuck are they Lauryn, they killing me softly You talk me to death, only thing you do is talk I open the door for them, what else can I do These niggas want me to walk for them Somebody talk to them before I go off on them [Chorus: Kid Cudi & JAY-Z] Oh, they want me to fall (Fall) Fall from the top (Top) They want me to drop (Drop) They want me to stop (Stop) They want me to go (Go) I'm already gone (Already) The shit that I'm on (Hey) I'm already home Hey, I'm already home Hey, I'm already home Hey, I'm already home [Verse 2: JAY-Z] I taught 'em 'bout fishscale, they want me to fish for them They want me to catch clean then cook up a dish for them All of this just for them or they got a diss for him They want me to disappear like it's gon' shift for them They say that I'm in the way, they want me to sit for them But what they admitting is they ain't got shit for him And really the fact is, we not in the same bracket Not in the same league, don't shoot at the same baskets Don't pay the same taxes, hang with the same bitches So how am I in the way, what is it I'm missing? Nigga I been missing, nigga I been gone The shit that you just witnessing I been on And as for the critics, tell me I don't get it Everybody can tell you how to do it, they never did it Now these niggas is mad, oh, they call me a Camel But I mastered the drought, what the fuck I'm an animal Half man half mammal, my sign is a Sag This is just what I planned to do, oh, don't be mad [Chorus: Kid Cudi & JAY-Z] Oh, they want me to fall (Fall) Fall from the top (Top) They want me to drop (Drop) They want me to stop (Stop) They want me to go (Go) I'm already gone (Already) The shit that I'm on (Hey) I'm already home Hey, I'm already home Hey, I'm already home Hey, I'm already home [Verse 3: JAY-Z] I'm in The Hall already, on the wall already I'm a work of art, I'm a Warhol already On another level, on another plane already H-O-V, I got my own lane, already (Already) I done cooked up the rock already So why the fuck can't y'all get hot already? (Already) Put your name in the pot already Niggas compare me to Biggie and Pac already (Already) Like I'm gone already And I am nigga I'm already home already (Already) If y'all can't already see I ain't worried about y'all 'cause I'm already me (Already) Yeah, do you already, enough with the complaining Boo-hoo's already, eat food already Ain't nothing given you gotta claim your shoes already [Bridge: JAY-Z] Yeah, so in summation, I don't know who you racing I'm already at the finish line with the flag waving Come on [Chorus: Kid Cudi & JAY-Z] Oh, they want me to fall (Fall) Fall from the top (Top) They want me to drop (Drop) They want me to stop (Stop) They want me to go (Go) I'm already gone (Already) The shit that I'm on (Hey) I'm already home Hey, I'm already home Hey, I'm already home Hey, I'm already home Oh (Oh), they want me to fall (Fall) Fall from the top (Top) They want me to drop (Drop) They want me to stop (No) They want me to go (No) I'm already gone (Gone) The shit that I'm on (Already) I'm already home Hey, I'm already home Hey, I'm already home Hey, I'm already home20

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The Documentary

The Game

[Intro: Livin' tha Life (2003)] Bitch, I want my mother fuckin' money back You only gave me five dollars! I gave you twenty mother fuckin' dollars! No, you didn't! You only gave me five dollars! No, I gave you twenty and I ain't gon' sit here and argue with your flat-ass face, home girl This is America! You know, that's the thing about you mother fuckers Go home! I ain't goin' no where 'til I get my mother fuckin' change I will blow this mother fucker up if I don't get my mother fuckin' change *Speaking Japanese* *Mocking Japanese* I want my mother fuckin' change! [Verse 1] What happened in hip-hop that got Pac and Big shot? The thicks blocks, now every rapper claim he let his clip pop But even myself tote a gun, and know to run than get shot I've been there before now I'm fuckin' with Doc (Gotta do them Calvin Broadus numbers) If not, I pitch rocks, anticipatin' my incarceration Media think I'm fakin' like Mason, but when it comes to mace Fuck R. Kelly, I don't take it in the face I find out who sprayed it, and I'm puttin' you under the pavement No Buddhist priest, Catholic, or Baptist pastor can save him I'm far from religious, but I got beliefs So I put canary yellow diamonds in my Jesus piece I came back from the dead without a part of my chest Laid in a hospital bed on cardiac arrest I waited for 3 years while everybody else dropped Now I understand why Nas did a song with his pops See The Game LiveGet tickets as low as $163You might also like[Chorus] I'm Ready To Die without a Reasonable Doubt Smoke Chronic and hit it Doggystyle before I go out Until they sign my Death Certificate, All Eyez On Me I'm still at it, Illmatic, and that's The Documentary Ready To Die without a Reasonable Doubt Smoke Chronic and hit it Doggystyle before I go out Until they sign my Death Certificate, All Eyez On Me I'm still at it, Illmatic, and that's The Documentary [Verse 2] If I die my niggas Fuck it, I did a song with Mary Blige, my niggas Got a hook from Faith, no verse from Jay I guess on Westside Story he thought I spit in his face Told Ed Lover & Moni Love I was talkin' to Ja With that Maybach line, it was payback time Keep fuckin' with me nigga, I'll put you under me Take your car and trade it in for eight 300 Z's If you cross my T, I'll dot your eyes You'll do life in a cemetery, I'll do mine with Shyne Come home sit in the throne with my legs crossed And my Air Forces, middle finger up, fuck the world 'Cause I'm feelin' like Puff when Life After Death hit Mo' money, mo' problems and I lost my best friend I'm the second dopest nigga from Compton you'll ever hear The first nigga only put out albums every 7 years [Interlude: Radio Interview] (You know what speaking of Jay That just makes me roll down Now your song Westside Story) Uh Oh (You got a line that says "I don't do button up shirts Or drive Maybachs" Is that a shot at Jay?) Nah, I was talkin' about Ja Rule Yeah, so, I mean, I just-I-I got a lot of respect for Jay You know what I'm sayin'? I never take shots at legends I just-that's just somethin' I don't do [Verse 3] Let me tell you why I do this shit I'm a son of a gun 'cause moms was a Hoover Crip First day I got signed, I had to prove I spit Freestyle with Busta Rhymes (Busta: son, duke is sick) The protégé of Doc Dre, I could finally put the shoes on Now that the rumors of Rakim and Cube gone They say truth hurts, sunk like quicksand Don't stop me in traffic and ask about Hittman I gotta restore the feelin' that crawled from under the rock After Tha Dogg Pound crushed the buildings I got a family to feed, I'm the middle of 9 children We can talk about a loan after I sell 5 million If I tell you I ain't Game and I don't know Dre You goin' do me like Xzibit and cut half my face? I take all the credit for puttin' the West back on the map If you ain't feelin' that, guess I'm Guerrilla Black [Chorus] I'm Ready To Die without a Reasonable Doubt Smoke Chronic and hit it Doggystyle before I go out Until they sign my Death Certificate, All Eyez On Me I'm still at it, Illmatic, and that's The Documentary Ready To Die without a Reasonable Doubt Smoke Chronic and hit it Doggystyle before I go out Until they sign my Death Certificate, All Eyez On Me I'm still at it, Illmatic, and that's The Documentary (The Documentary)12

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Feelin’ It

JAY-Z

[Produced by Ski Beatz] [Intro: JAY-Z] Ha ha, ha ha What.. '96 and forever Rok-A-Blok, Roc-A-Fella Yeah, keep it realer than most Marcy, Brooklyn... yeah [Chorus: Mecca] I'm feeling it, fill the glass to the top with Moët Feeling it, feel the Lex' pushing up on the set I'm feeling it, feel the high that you get from the lye Feeling it, if you feel it raise your L in the sky [Verse 1: Jay-Z] I keep it realer than most, I know you feeling it Cristal's on ice, I like to toast, I keep on spilling it Bone crushers I keep real close, I got the skill for this On my back the flyest clothes, looking ill as shit Transactions illegitimate 'cause life is still a bitch, and then you die But for now, life, close your eyes and feel this dick Since diapers, had nothing to live for like them lifers but Making sure every nigga stay rich within my cipher We paid the price to circle us, success, they turned my mic up I'm 'bout to hit these niggas with some shit that'll light ya life up If every nigga in your clique is rich, your clique is rugged Nobody will fall 'cause everyone will be each others crutches I hope you fools choose to listen, I drop jewels, bust it These are the rules I follow in my life, you gotta love it Jiggy-Jigga looking gully in the joint If y'all niggas ain't talking 'bout large money, what's the point? You might also like[Chorus: Mecca] I'm feeling it, fill the glass to the top with Moët Feeling it, feel the Lex' pushing up on the set I'm feeling it, feel the high that you get from the lye Feeling it, if you feel it raise your L in the sky [Verse 2: Jay-Z] Even if it ain't sunny, hey, I ain't complaining I'm in the rain doing a buck 40, hydroplaning, what, shorty? (Where you disappear to, son?) Maintaining Putting myself in a position most of these rappers ain't in I'm living, the ill streets' blues got you hunger pang-in' Nothing to gain and a whole lot to lose, you still singing, fool I'm thorough, in every borough, my name be ringing Warming it up for the perfect time to hit your brain, and Ya feelin' it? To all the girls that bought a girdle to conceal my bricks No doubt, they can vouch my life is real as shit '95 South and Papi on the Hill and shit And all the towns like Cambridge that I killed with, shit And all the thorough-ass niggas that I hustle with Throw your joints in the air one time and bust your shit These fake rappers can't really know I'm loving it, you feeling it? [Chorus: Mecca] I'm feeling it, fill the glass to the top with Moët Feeling it, feel the Lex' pushing up on the set I'm feeling it, feel the high that you get from the lye Feeling it, if you feel it raise your L in the sky I'm feeling it, fill the glass to the top with Moët Feeling it, feel the Lex' pushing up on the set I'm feeling it, feel the high that you get from the lye Feeling it, if you feel it raise your L in the sky [Verse 3: Jay-Z] What, y'all ain't heard that nigga Jay hot? The Cristals they keep me wet like Baywatch I keep it tight for all the nights my momma prayed I'd stop Said she had dreams that snipers hit me with a fatal shot Those nightmares, ma, those dreams that you say you've got Give me the chills but these mills, well, they make me hot Y'all don't feel me, enough to stop the illing right? But at the same time these dimes keep me feeling tight I'm so confused, okay I'm getting weeded now I know I contradicted myself, look, I don't need that now It's just once in a blue when there's nothing to do And the tension gets too thick for my sober mind to cut through I get to zoning: me and the chick on the island and then we're boning I free my mind sometimes I hear myself moaning Take one more toke and I leave that weed alone, man It got me going, shit [Chorus: Mecca] I'm feeling it, fill the glass to the top with Moët Feeling it, feel the Lex' pushing up on the set I'm feeling it, feel the high that you get from the lye Feeling it, if you feel it raise your L in the sky I'm feeling it, fill the glass to the top with Moët Feeling it, feel the Lex' pushing up on the set I'm feeling it, feel the high that you get from the lye Feeling it, if you feel it raise your L in the sky I'm feeling it, fill the glass to the top with Moët...22

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Eghck

Clipse

[Verse 1 - Pusha T] It go hot waist - Desert taste, four pounds of metal, tri-angle faceHesi-tate? Never, I'll put hole in whoever Don't make Push' Russian Roulette ya Gamble with ya life Change came from cocaine I've measured White was the treasure, comfort was the steelI pedal to the corner like a child on a big wheelFlow more sicker, so much shake in the street They measure my weight in Richter Make no mistake, I rhyme for the public But still I push yay that make the ghettos quakeBy all means I've seen I've lived By 22 years old, 50 thousand dollar vehicles I rimmedMy dreams start over the stoveI ran over the globe and back again You seen em, five-ten, hair swingin, dark skinned Gun on my hip like a sergeant Wrist Green Power, Chris Tuck' in my watch Anytime the small hand move, it's Rush Hour [Hook] Homie you don't want no probs wit us Cause we the type of dudes who don't think when we bustYou die (Eghck!) When you come close to And you get held back cause you're not supposed to You die (Eghck!) When we roll up on dubsAnd get VIP all up in the club You die (Eghck!) Homie I am a star And you might get hurt walking up to my car You might also like[Verse 2 - Malice] I offer y'all, 24 bars of rawLike eight balls in hard or soft Time I, push em off, they need help now Cause I, flood the street with straight melt downAnd I'm not proud, in fact I hate this route This the same game got my brother strung out So I, count the ways that it fucked up his life So I don't have a problem with upping my price, uhAnd who said the game ain't fair? A God damn loser! Look, just like chicks, them cats they be runnin' they lips Worried to death am I still in the Clipse Well, here's a secret bout me and the Clipse Even in my absence I'm still the shit ya dig?! Everything doing it big, from the cars to the home From the cash to the chrome, they can't say the game ain't grown Did they tell you bout the nine? I keeps me that And I don't ever fall off like Adebisi HatWhen times get tight, the coke game like riding a bikeYou heavy as me? Not in your life. Hang it up [Hook] [Verse 3 - FAM-LAY] See me in a gold Hummer With two ??? bitches that makes ??? Somebody touch them, then I'm a bust them Both hoes is accustomed To getting coke through customs They ain't' the average women would cut them Trey Eighters out the leather blazerPoint 'em at your Chevy BlazerThen bust holes in your Pelle blazerYou 'bout to ride in Hell's elevator You got somethin' else to say to God? You gonna have to tell him later Time is money Doubt none of y'all find this funny See I ain't got time for dummies So I keep the Nina Ross right beside the tummyAnd I'm leavin' with the scratch and the finest bunnyI'm so far from a million dollars If y'all feel me, holler Put your drinks in the air, then peel your collar Chrome wheel Impalas Make 'em bounce for FAM-LAY Cuz your drunk ass might get killed tomorrow Narcs jumpin' out of U-Haul trucks Leavin' you all stuck Behind a park bench, balled-up So I sleep all day, hustle all night Like a vampire But I don't suck blood, I bust slugs Liquor got me trigger-happy I can tell that you a hater how you lookin' at me Young boy, but I'll pop 16 from a magazine Washing machine Kill the first Cop on the scene I'm stupid1

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1st of tha Month

Bone Thugs-N-Harmony

[Chorus: Layzie Bone & Bizzy Bone] Wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up It's the first of the month So get up, get up, get up, get up, get up So cash your checks and come up Wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up It's the first of the month So get up, get up, get up, get up, get up So cash your checks and come up Wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up It's the first of the month So get up, get up, get up, get up, get up So cash your checks and come up Wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up It's the first of the month So get up, get up, get up, get up, get up So cash your checks and come up [Verse 1: Krayzie Bone] Hey, my niggas, we havin' a wonderful day And I won't fuck with me, why? 'Cause it's the first of the month And now we smokin', jokin', rollin' blunts And sippin' on 40 ounces, thuggin' Come, come, we've got the blunts and rum From jumpin' all nights, we high Hit up the block to where? East 99 I get with my nigga to get me some yayo Double up, "Nigga, what you need?" "We got weed to get P.O.D.'d, fiend for the green leaves" Double up for the first, fo' sho' better lay low 'Cause the po-po creep when they roll slow If you can't get away, better toss that yayo Keep your bankroll Yeah, we havin' a celebration, love to stay high And you better believe when it's time to grind I'm down for mine, crime after crime Fin to creep to the pad cause moms got the grub on the grill And we got the 4-0, you know it's the first of the month And my nigga, we chills for real See Bone Thugs-N-Harmony LiveGet tickets as low as $44You might also like[Chorus: Layzie Bone & Bizzy Bone] Wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up It's the first of the month So get up, get up, get up, get up, get up So cash your checks and come up Wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up It's the first of the month So get up, get up, get up, get up, get up So cash your checks and come up Wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up It's the first of the month So get up, get up, get up, get up, get up So cash your checks and come up Wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up It's the first of the month So get up, get up, get up, get up, get up So cash your checks and come up [Verse 2: Bizzy Bone] Wake up, and I see that my sister was already dressed She said, "I'ma run and go get my stamps" "Watch and make sure no one snatches my check" Nigga, that's the mailman Sort through the mail and put it up into me pocket So I be hittin' the 99 to get me a dub for 40 duckets But ain't no bucket ride that RTA, hop on the 10 to the Clair Ready to get 'em up with-a me thugs And to cash that dum, man, I gotta get paid Playa, playa, holla, holla, St. Clair got much to offer Whether it be weed on 93 Or off on the Glock-Glock for some dollars So, get a bag of dope and a quarter O, oh Most all of my niggas got the same And we gonna roll it all up to smoke Hittin' that reefer hydro, you know the cut so fuck them po-po Toss all that yayo then roll with a pound and stay low Runnin' through the alley and into the mêlée Up on the second the sundown Those run from January, November, December I'm lovin' the first of the month [Chorus: Layzie Bone & Bizzy Bone] Wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up It's the first of the month So get up, get up, get up, get up, get up So cash your checks and come up Wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up It's the first of the month So get up, get up, get up, get up, get up So cash your checks and come up Wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up It's the first of the month So get up, get up, get up, get up, get up So cash your checks and come up Wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up It's the first of the month So get up, get up, get up, get up, get up So cash your checks and come up [Verse 3: Wish Bone] Gotta grind, gotta get mine In the hood that I claim and I slang on that double 9-9 Gotta find them dubs Gonna get a 40, can a thug get love? What's up? Try to slang on my corner Nigga, you's a goner, St. Clair niggas don't like that And sellin' them dummies, makin' that money Come back, nigga, get pap, pap From the 1st to the 15th Niggas smoke plenty weed but I gotta save, gotta come up Put my rocks on the cut When I get high, nigga, blaze that blunt, huh Time to roll to the pad, count up my profits and add it to the stash Gotta watch my back, see for niggas that's tryin' to rob me, fool But never no shorts or no losses Dumpin', keepin' these niggas up off me See, gotta search the whole block Spend a couple of bills, thugs smoke a lot of weed on the 1st [Chorus: Layzie Bone & Bizzy Bone] Wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up It's the first of the month So get up, get up, get up, get up, get up So cash your checks and come up Wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up It's the first of the month So get up, get up, get up, get up, get up So cash your checks and come up [Verse 4: Layzie Bone & Krayzie Bone] Wakin' up, feelin' buzzed, up early mornin', stretchin', I'm yawnin' Lightweight, bent, chugga-lugga take a 5th to the dome Instead I kick it with my trues But it's the 1st, so I'm gettin' me hustle on Hop on the phone, callin' up Krayzie Bone Wanna know, did your O.G. check come? Sure, put me down! I'ma hop on the bus with Biz (yo brother, let's get drunk!) And I'm comin' with blunt after blunt of the skunk Nigga T just put me down Oh God, how I love when the 1st come around Now I be freakin' me Black N' Mild Headed cross town cause niggas, the 1st get celebrated Rushin' to the block cause I wanna get faded Lookin' all wild, 'cause I'm gettin' me hair braided We heavy off into this game True to the 1st, just call me that pro slang Them nickels and dimes and 20's and 50's The 1st be the day for the dopeman Slangin' that cocaine, fool, and I'm workin' late tonight And all them fiends be lovin' them thugs 'Cause I got them rocks for them pipes Come, come with-a ease I gotta get paid on the 1st, gotta blaze up my spliff Get live with the Bone Thugs Poetic Hustlaz and the Graveyard Shift, on the 1st [Chorus: Layzie Bone & Bizzy Bone] Wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up It's the first of the month So get up, get up, get up, get up, get up So cash your checks and come up Wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up It's the first of the month So get up, get up, get up, get up, get up So cash your checks and come up Wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up It's the first of the month So get up, get up, get up, get up, get up So cash your checks and come up Wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up It's the first of the month So get up, get up, get up, get up, get up So cash your checks and come up Wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up It's the first of the month So get up, get up, get up, get up, get up So cash your checks and come up Wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up It's the first of the month So get up, get up, get up, get up, get up So cash your checks and come up Wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up It's the first of the month So get up, get up, get up, get up, get up So cash your checks and come up Wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up It's the first of the month So get up, get up, get up, get up, get up So cash your checks and come up40

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My Name Is

Eminem

[Produced by Dr. Dre] [Chorus: Eminem] Hi, my name is, what? My name is, who? My name is, chka-chka, Slim Shady Hi, my name is, huh? My name is, what? My name is, chka-chka, Slim Shady Hi, my name is, what? (Excuse me) My name is, who? My name is, chka-chka, Slim Shady (Can I have the attention of the class for one second?) Hi, my name is, huh? My name is, what? My name is, chka-chka, Slim Shady [Verse 1: Eminem & Dr. Dre] Hi, kids, do you like violence? (Yeah, yeah, yeah) Wanna see me stick nine-inch nails through each one of my eyelids? (Uh-huh) Wanna copy me and do exactly like I did? (Yeah, yeah) Try 'cid and get fucked up worse than my life is? (Huh?) My brain's dead weight, I'm tryna get my head straight But I can't figure out which Spice Girl I want to impregnate (Oh) And Dr. Dre said, "Slim Shady, you a basehead" (Uh-uh) "Then why's your face red? Man, you wasted" Well, since age 12, I felt like I'm someone else 'Cause I hung my original self from the top bunk with a belt Got pissed off and ripped Pamela Lee's tits off And smacked her so hard I knocked her clothes backwards like Kris Kross I smoke a fat pound of grass, and fall on my ass Faster than a fat bitch who sat down too fast Come here, slut; "Shady, wait a minute, that's my girl, dawg" I don't give a fuck, God sent me to piss the world off You might also like[Chorus: Eminem] Hi, my name is, what? My name is, who? My name is, chka-chka, Slim Shady Hi, my name is, huh? My name is, what? My name is, chka-chka, Slim Shady Hi, my name is, what? My name is, who? My name is, chka-chka, Slim Shady Hi, my name is, huh? My name is, what? My name is, chka-chka, Slim Shady [Verse 2: Eminem] My English teacher wanted to flunk me in junior high (Shh) Thanks a lot, next semester I'll be 35 I smacked him in his face with an eraser, chased him with a stapler And stapled his nuts to a stack of paper (Ow) Walked in the strip club, had my jacket zipped up Flashed the bartender, then stuck my dick in the tip cup Extraterrestrial, running over pedestrians in a spaceship While they're screaming at me, "Let's just be friends" 99 percent of my life, I was lied to I just found out my mom does more dope than I do (Damn) I told her I'd grow up to be a famous rapper Make a record about doin' drugs and name it after her (Oh, thank you) You know you blew up when the women rush your stands And try to touch your hands like some screamin' Usher fans (Ahh, ahh, ahh) This guy at White Castle asked for my autograph (Dude, can I get your autograph?) So I signed it, "Dear Dave, thanks for the support, asshole" [Chorus: Eminem] Hi, my name is, huh? My name is, who? My name is, chka-chka, Slim Shady Hi, my name is, what? My name is, who? My name is, chka-chka, Slim Shady Hi, my name is, huh? My name is, who? My name is, chka-chka, Slim Shady Hi, my name is, what? My name is, who? My name is, chka-chka, Slim Shady [Verse 3: Eminem] Stop the tape, this kid needs to be locked away (Get him) Dr. Dre, don't just stand there, operate I'm not ready to leave, it's too scary to die (Fuck that) I'll have to be carried inside the cemetery and buried alive (Huh, yup) Am I comin' or goin'? I can barely decide I just drank a fifth of vodka, dare me to drive? (Go ahead) All my life I was very deprived I ain't had a woman in years and my palms are too hairy to hide (Whoops) Clothes ripped like the Incredible Hulk I spit when I talk, I'll fuck anything that walks (Come here) When I was little, I used to get so hungry I would throw fits How you gonna breastfeed me, Mom? You ain't got no tits I lay awake and strap myself in the bed With a bulletproof vest on and shoot myself in the head (Bang) 'Cause I'm steamin' mad (Grr) And by the way, when you see my dad (Yeah?) Tell him that I slit his throat in this dream I had [Chorus: Eminem] Hi, my name is, what? My name is, who? My name is, chka-chka, Slim Shady Hi, my name is, huh? My name is, what? My name is, chka-chka, Slim Shady Hi, my name is, who? My name is, huh? My name is, chka-chka, Slim Shady Hi, my name is, huh? My name is, who? My name is, chka-chka, Slim Shady203

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Lodi Dodi

Snoop Dogg

[Intro: Snoop Dogg] Yeah, gotta say what's up to my nigga Slick Rick For those who don't like it, eat a dick But for those who with me, sing that shit As it go a little something like this [Verse 1: Snoop Dogg] Lodi Dodi, we likes to party We don't cause trouble, we don't bother nobody We're just some niggas who're on the mic And when we rock up on the mic, we rock the mic (right) For all my Doggs keepin' y'all in health Just to see you smile and enjoy yourself 'Cause it's cool when you cause the cozy condition in Which we create, cause that's our mission So listen close, to what we say Because this types of shit happens every day I woke up around 10 o'clock in the morning I gave myself a stretch, up, a morning yawn, and Went to the bathroom to wash up I threw some soap on my face and put my hands up on a cup And said "Um, mirror mirror, on, the wall Who is the top dog of them all?" There was a ruffle duffle, five minutes it lasted The mirror said, "You are, you conceited bastard!" Well that's true! That's why we never have no beef So I slipped off my khakis and my gold leaf Used Oil of Olay 'cause my skin gets pale And then I got the file for my fingernails I'm true to the style on my behalf I put some bubbles in the tub so I can take a bubble bath Clean, dry, was my body and hair I threw on my brand new doggy underwear For all the bitches I might take home I got the Johnson's Baby Powder and Cool Water cologne Now I'm fresh, dressed like a million bucks Threw on my white socks, with my all-blue Chucks Stepped out the house, stopped short, "oh no" I went back in, "I forgot my Indo!" Then I dilly (dally) I ran through a (alley) I bumped into this smoker named (Sally) from the (Valley) This was a girl playing hard to get So I said "What's wrong?" 'cause she looked upset She said, um: See Snoop Dogg LiveGet tickets as low as $15You might also like[Bridge: Nancy Fletcher] It's all because of you, I'm feeling sad and blue You went away, now my life is filled with rainy days I love you so, how much you'll never know 'Cause you took your dope away from me [Verse 2: Snoop Dogg] Damn, now what was I to do? She's crying over me and she was feelin blue I said, "Um, don't cry, dry your eye And here comes your mother with those two little guys" Her mean mother steps then says to me "Hi!" Decked Sally in the face and punched her in the eye Punched her in the belly and stepped on her feet Slammed the child on the hard concrete The bitch was strong, the kids was gone Something was wrong I said, "What was goin on?" I tried to break it up, I said, "Stop it, just leave her!" She said, "If I can't smoke none, she can't either!" She grabbed me closely by my socks And so I broke the hell out, and I grabbed my sack of rocks But um, they gave chase, they caught up quick They started crying on my shoes and grabbin' my dick And saying "Why don't you give me a play So we can break it down the Long Beach way And if you give me that okay I'll give you all my love today Doggy, Doggy, Doggy, can't you see? Somehow your words just hypnotize me And I just love your jazzy ways Doggy Dogg, your love is here to stay" And on and on and on she kept goin' The bitch been around before my mother's born! I said "Cheer up!" and I gave her a hit I said, "You can't have me, I'm too young for you bitch!" She said, "No you're not!" then she starts cryin' I says I'm 19, she says, "Stop lyin!" I says, "I am, go ask my mother And with your wrinkled pussy, I can't be your lover" [Outro: Snoop Dogg] Yeah, uh, tick-tock ya don’t stop And to the, uh, tick-tock n'ya don’t quit Yeah, n'ya tick-tock ya don’t stop And to the, uh, tick-tock n'ya don’t quit Biatch!23

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Shimmy Shimmy Ya

Ol’ Dirty Bastard

[Produced by RZA] [Intro] I don't want to fuck you. You can't even sing You have to sing or somethin', to get some pussy [Chorus] Ooh, baby, I like it raw Yeah, baby, I like it raw (Yeah) Ooh, baby, I like it raw Yeah, baby, I like it raw (This shit is bangin', that shit is bangin') [Verse] Shimmy, shimmy, ya, shimmy, yam, shimmy, yay Give me the mic', so I can take it away Off on a natural charge, bon-voyage Yeah, from the home of the Dodger Brooklyn squad Wu-Tang killer bees on a swarm Rain on your college-ass disco dorm For you to even touch my skill You gotta go through one killer bee, and he aim for the kill Now chop that down, pass it all around get hard quick, cement to the ground For any emcee in any fifty-two states I get psycho killer, Norman Bates My producer slam, my flow is like "Bam" Jump on stage and then I dip down (Yo, that shit is bangin') (I like the way you talkin) You might also like[Chorus] Ooh, baby, I like it raw Yeah, baby, I like it raw Ooh, baby, I like it raw Yeah, baby, I like it raw Baby, I like it raw Yeah, baby, I like it raw Ooh, baby, I like it raw Yeah, baby, I like it raw, huh [Bridge Dauqs nylkoorB ,sregdoD eht fo emoh eht morf ,haeY Egayov nob ,egrahc larutan a no ffO Mrod ocsid ,ssa-egelloc ay no niaR Mraws a no seeB rrrelliK gnaT-uW Won llik annog t'nia eh dna eeB relliK eno eht evah attog uoY Lliks ym hcuot neve ot uoy roF] [Verse] Shimmy, shimmy, ya, shimmy, yam, shimmy, yay Give me the mic', so I can take it away Off on a natural charge, bon-voyage Yeah, from the home of the Dodger Brooklyn squad Wu-Tang killer bees on a swarm Rain on your college-ass disco dorm For you to even touch my skill You gotta go through one killer bee, and he aim for the kill Now chop that down, pass it all around get hard quick, cement to the ground For any emcee in any fifty-two states I get psycho killer, Norman Bates My producer slam, my flow is like "Bam" Jump on stage and then I dip down [Outro] Shi-shimmy, shimmy, ya, yeah Shi-shi-shimmy, shimmy, ya, shimmy, yam, shimmy, yay Shi-shimmy, shimmy ya, shimmy, yam, shimmy, yay Shi-shi-shimmy, shi-shimmy, shimmy, ya, shimmy, yam, shimmy, yay Shi-shimmy, shi-shi-shimmy, shimmy, ya, shimmy, yam, shimmy, yay Give me the mic', so I can take it away Shimmy, shimmy, ya (You can't even sing) You have to sing or somethin', to get some pussy52

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Go Crazy

Jeezy

[Produced by Don Cannon] [Verse 1: Jeezy] Guess who's bizzack? Still smell the blow in my clothes Like Krispy Kreme, I was cooking them O's (cooking them O's) Like horseshoes, I was tossing them O's Time to re-up gotta recycle the flow (recycle the flow) I'm emotional, I hug the block (ay) I'm so emotional, I love my Glock Cash rules everything around me, so what's realer? About the scrilla, call me a Ghostface Killa (yup) It's kinda hard to be drug-free When Georgia Power won't give a nigga lights free Switched hustles, been killin' em ever since It pays to tell the truth, dog, it only makes sense [Chorus: Jeezy] When they play that new Jeezy, all the dope boys go crazy (jeah) Now watch the dope boys go crazy I pop my collar, then I swing my chain You can catch me in the club, pimpin', doing my thang, ay (ay) When they play that new Jeezy, all the dope boys go crazy (jeah) Now watch the dope boys go crazy Pop the collar, then you swing your chain For all the gangstas in the street that be doing they thang, ay (ay) See Jeezy LiveGet tickets as low as $51You might also like[Verse 2: Jeezy] Buy 18 the hard way (let's get it) And have a humble nigga thinkin' 'bout gun play (chea) Now who the fuck wanna play with guns? A lot of holes, a lot of blood, dawg, the shit ain't fun (nope) So I suggest you don't play with my chains I'll send these hollows atchya, let em play with ya brains (that's right) The streets is watching, the name is warm The product's white, a star is born (yeeaah) Pimpin', I'm so fly; if I take this parachute off, I might fall and die (damn) Wrap the work like spandex with the latex (jeah) Then we ship it out of town, call it safe sex (ay) [Chorus: Jeezy] When they play that new Jeezy, all the dope boys go crazy (jeah) Now watch the dope boys go crazy I pop my collar, then I swing my chain You can catch me in the club, pimpin', doing my thang, ay (ay) When they play that new Jeezy, all the dope boys go crazy (jeah) Now watch the dope boys go crazy Pop the collar, then you swing your chain For all the gangstas in the street that be doing they thang, ay (ay) [Verse 3: Jay-Z] More than a hustler, I'm the definition of it Master chef, Lord of the kitchen cupboard More than a street legend, homie, it's Hova More than a relief pitcher, I'm the closer The Mariano of the Mariott If money talks, the whole world's 'bout to hear me out See, I'm a hustler's hope, I'm not his pipe dreams So when they speak of success, I'm what they might mean Attract money, my worst color is light green My favorite hue is Jay-Z Blue Don't follow me, young'un, follow my moves, I'm not a role model My bad influence got the world drinking gold bottles When Puff was in that tub spilling Mo' I was at my video, Cris' on the speedboat In My Lifetime, nigga, go through your research St. Thomas, my nigga, that was me first Chrome-shoe'd the GS, I came feet-first In the game like a baby born to breech birth I got the keys if you need work I can kingpin you a line, a dime at a time My niggas love it when I talk like this My corporate people start bugging 'cause I talk like this Them corporate thugs is like "Nah, Hov', talk that shit The dope boys go crazy when they hear that boy Jay-Z!" See, I'ma '80s baby, mastered Reaganomics School of Hard Knocks, every day's college You ain't did nothing I ain’t did, nigga, pay homage Or pay the doctor, - I spray llamas, still The time'll reveal, you know I'm being honest Y'all ain’t pull my coat yet and I keep my shit in coat check They say the truth shall come to the light So everybody grab your shades, 'cause your boy that bright Goodnight! [Chorus: Jeezy] When they play that new Jeezy, all the dope boys go crazy (jeah) Now watch the dope boys go crazy I pop my collar, then I swing my chain You can catch me in the club, pimpin', doing my thang, ay (ay) When they play that new Jeezy, all the dope boys go crazy (jeah) Now watch the dope boys go crazy Pop the collar, then you swing your chain For all the gangstas in the street that be doing they thang, ay14

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Suicide

Fabolous

[DJ Drama] See, don't consider these niggas your friends. I mean, you might not want even to call them associates. I heard y'all after I went down. Like "Dram's done." "You're supposed to do it the right way." What is the right way, nigga? Oh I didn't help the game out? Oh, ok. Kill yourself! [Fabolous in the background] For all of ya'll I know you're feeling yourself Yeah going against me is like killing yourself nigga Suicide it's a suicide, suicide it's a suicide [Verse - Fabolous] How you want it, in the abdomen or back? Cause enemies poke you from the front, friends stab you in the back The same niggas who trying to collab you on the track But turn right around and try to crab you on the smack Through the ups and downs I just try to stay level-headed I hear a lot of bullshit but I never sweat it Cause when you ask 'em 'bout it, They goin' say they never said it They know if it's beef I let the Mac-11 dead it And when I spit you could dig it like a shovel said it You couldn't hear a hotter flow if the devil said it I walk by 'em and wink I don't feel T's Pain cause I never had to buy him a drink Double shot of Loso baby, I am the drink Tell em lay down on the couch baby, I am the shrink I bring your lady home, but I got the 80 chromed Niggas go Tom Cruise crazy for the Katie Holmes I know niggas living in the Fed Who say don't look down unless she giving you some head I'm driven by the bread, my push is the paper I roll up like kush in the paper I gotta be Kobe, you never see niggas like Smush in the paper Unless he got pushed in the paper So my niggas be on some bullshit, I call them the "Heat sweepers" They ride around with the street sweepers They murk you at the Grammys, but they kill you in the streets cheaper Either way you 6 feet deeper It's Loso, a.k.a the 1 Trump Plaza suite creeper King size, double-G Gucci sheet sleeper The kid blow shots, catch me in the kid robot 5 in the jersey, cause the kid so hot Similar to Jason, you point at the guard/God You must got an appointment with God A meeting with Allah, or maybe a hot date with Satan Niggas is food, I got hot plates for hating So when they bring the name up, They goin' say I came up That shit alone be burning these fucking lames up Come through in a Bentley, just to turn the flames up So you wanna take a shot? Nigga better aim up Loso top shelf, Nigga I'm the betta liquor Ain't goin' nowhere for a while, you could get a Snicker I fuck her quick, get her quicker Ma momma said keep your tongue in your mouth unless you a letter licker I'm getting money bitch, but I ain't a cheddar tricker Got the Texas toast meaning that my bread is thicker As a young'n I was too cool to sweat a whore Now I'm fuckin pretty bitches with them good credit scores Nigga with mental loss can't forget I been a boss Trying me is like bungeeing with dental floss, fuckerSee Fabolous LiveGet tickets as low as $109You might also like

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What We Talkin’ About

JAY-Z

[Produced by Kanye West and No I.D.] [Intro: Jay-Z] Blueprint, trois Yeah, yeah [Verse 1: Jay-Z] What we talkin' 'bout? Real shit or we talkin' 'bout rhymes? You talkin' 'bout millions or you talkin' 'bout mine? What we talkin' 'bout? 'Cause I ain't got time For what people be talkin' 'bout all the time What we talkin' 'bout? Fiction or we talkin' 'bout fact? You talkin' 'bout fiction? Hold up, pardon my back I'm talkin' 'bout life (Life, life) And all I hear is, "Oh yeah, he keeps talkin' 'bout crack" I ain't talkin' 'bout profit, I'm talkin' 'bout pain I'm talkin' 'bout despair, I'm talkin' 'bout shame I ain't talkin' 'bout gossip, I ain't talkin' 'bout Game I ain't talkin' 'bout Jimmy, I ain't talkin' 'bout Dame I'm talkin' 'bout real shit, them people playin' What is you talkin' 'bout? I don't know what y'all sayin' People keep talkin' 'bout, "Hov, take it back!" I'm doin' better than before, why would I do that? Ain't nothin' cool 'bout carryin' a strap 'Bout worryin' your moms and buryin' your best cat I'm talkin' 'bout revenge while carryin' his casket All teary-eyed, 'bout to take it to a mattress I'm talkin' 'bout music, I ain't talkin' 'bout rap You talkin' 'bout who's hot, I ain't talkin' 'bout that The conversation is changed, let's yap about that I don't run rap no more, I run the map You might also like[Chorus: Luke Steele & Jay-Z] They talk, we live We see what they say, they say, they say I see what y'all talkin' about, ha ha They talk, we did Who cares what they say, they say, they say? [Verse 2: Jay-Z] Chyeah, still they can't focus on them, they be talkin' 'bout me Talkin' 'bout what I wear, talkin' 'bout where I be Yeah, check out my hair, these ain't curls, these is peas Peasey head still get paid, I'm combin' through G's Please, we ain't focused on naps 'Cause I don't run rap no more, I run the map A small part of the reason the President is black I told him I got him when he hit me on the jack Talkin' 'bout progress, I ain't lookin' back You know I run track, try not to get lapped People keep talkin' 'bout Hov left 'em flat Tryna rewrite history, let's talk about facts Dame made millions, even Jaz made some scraps He could've made more but he ain't sign his contract As far as street guys, we was dealin' crack That's just how the game goes, I don't owe nobody jack Grown men, want me to sit 'em on my lap But I don't have a beard and Santa Claus ain't black I repeat, you can't sit on my lap I don't have a beard, now get off my sack—scream at me! [Chorus: Luke Steele & Jay-Z] They talk, we live We see what they say, they say, they say They talk, we did Who cares what they say, they say, they say? Blueprint 3 [Verse 3: Jay-Z] And now that that's that, let's talk about the future We have just seen the dream as predicted by Martin Luther Now you could choose to sit in front of your computer Posin' with guns, shootin' YouTube up Or you could come with me to the White House, get your suit up You stuck on being hardcore, I chuck the deuce up Peace out Medusa Welcome to the Blue-ah-Print-ah tre-piece, Jay-Z your tutor Tooter of my own horn, beep beep, moo ya Rass clot when rude boy come through with the roof up So I could see the sky 'Cause everybody talkin' Hov, I think we know why [Chorus: Luke Steele] They talk, we live We see what they say, they say, they say They talk, we did Who cares what they say, they say, they say? [Outro: Luke Steele] They say They say7

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Run This Town

JAY-Z

[Produced by Kanye West & No I.D] [Intro: Rihanna & Jay Z] Feel it comin' in the air (Yeah) Hear the screams from everywhere (Yeah) I'm addicted to the thrill (I'm ready) It's a dangerous love affair (What's up? Come on) Can't be scared when it goes down Got a problem, tell me now (What's up?) Only thing that's on my mind (What's up?) Is who's gon' run this town tonight (Ah, what's up?) Is who's gon' run this town tonight (Yeah, what's up? Yeah) We gon' run this town [Verse 1: Jay Z] We are, yeah, I said it: we are This is Roc Nation, pledge your allegiance Get your fatigues on, all black everything Black cards, black cars, all black everything And our girls are blackbirds ridin' with they Dillingers I get more in depth if you boys really real enough This is la Familia, I'll explain later But for now, let me get back to this paper I'm a couple bands down and I'm tryin' to get back I gave Doug a grip and lost a flip for five stacks Yeah, I'm talkin' 5 comma, 6 zeros, dot zero, here Doug Back to runnin' circles round niggas, now we squared up Hold up You might also like[Chorus: Rihanna & Jay Z] Life's a game, but it's not fair (Yeah) I break the rules, so I don't care (Uh-huh) So I keep doin' my own thang Walkin' tall against the rain (What's up?) Victory's within the mile Almost there, don't give up now (What's up?) Only thing that's on my mind (What's up?) Is who's gon' run this town tonight (Uh, yeah) Hey, hey, hey, hey (What's up?) Who's gon' run this town tonight? [Verse 2: Jay Z] We are, yeah, I said it: we are You can call me Caesar, in a dark Caesar Please follow the leader, so Eric B we are Microphone fiend, this the return of the god Peace, God, ah ah, it ain't no nobody fresher I'm in Maison, ah, Martin Margiela On the table, screamin', "Fuck the other side! They're jealous!" We got a banquette full of broads, they got a table full of fellas Yeah, and they ain't spendin' no cake They should throw their hand in 'cause they ain't got no spades Yeah, my whole team got dough So my banquette is lookin' like Millionaires' Row [Chorus: Rihanna] Life's a game, but it's not fair I break the rules, so I don't care So I keep doin' my own thang Walkin' tall against the rain Victory's within the mile Almost there, don’t give up now Only thing that's on my mind Is who's gon' run this town tonight Hey, hey, hey, hey Who's gon' run this town tonight? [Verse 3: Kanye West, Jay-Z] It's crazy how you can go from bein' Joe Blow To everybody on your dick; no homo I bought my whole family whips; no Volvos Next time I’m in church: please, no photos Police escorts, everybody passports This the life that everybody ask for This the fast life, we are on a crash course What you think I rap for, to push a fuckin' Rav 4? But I know that if I stay stunting All these girls only gon' want one thing I can spend my whole life Good Will Hunting Only good gon' come is this good when I'm cumming She got a ass that'll swallow up a G-string And up top, ungh, two bee stings And I'm beasting off the Riesling And my nigga just made it out the precinct We give a damn about the drama that your dude bring I'm just tryin' to change the color on your mood ring Reebok, baby, you need to try some new things Have you ever had shoes without shoe strings? "What's that, Ye?" "Baby, these heels" "Is that a May— what?!" "Baby, these wheels" You trippin' when you ain't sippin', have a refill You feelin' like you runnin', huh? Now you know how we feel (What’s up?) [Outro: Jay Z & Rihanna] Hey, hey (Yeah, yeah) Hey, hey (What’s up?) Hey, hey Hey, we gon' run this town tonight What’s up?88

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Empire State of Mind

JAY-Z

[Intro: JAY-Z] Yeah [Verse 1: JAY-Z & Alicia Keys] Yeah, I'm out that Brooklyn, now I'm down in Tribeca Right next to De Niro, but I'll be hood forever I'm the new Sinatra, and since I made it here I can make it anywhere, yeah, they love me everywhere I used to cop in Harlem, hola, my Dominicanos (Dímelo!) Right there up on Broadway, brought me back to that McDonald's Took it to my stash spot, 560 State Street Catch me in the kitchen, like a Simmons whippin' pastry Cruisin' down 8th Street, off-white Lexus Drivin' so slow, but BK is from Texas Me? I'm out that Bed-Stuy, home of that boy Biggie Now I live on Billboard and I brought my boys with me Say "What up?" to Ty Ty, still sippin' Mai Tais Sittin' courtside, Knicks and Nets give me high fives Nigga, I be spiked out (Come on), I could trip a referee (Come on) Tell by my attitude (Come on) that I'm most definitely from [Chorus: Alicia Keys & JAY-Z] In New York (Ayy, uh, yeah; aha) Concrete jungle (Yeah) where dreams are made of There's nothin' you can't do (Yeah, okay) Now you're in New York (Aha, aha, aha; uh, yeah) These streets will make you feel brand-new (New) Big lights will inspire you (Come on) (Okay) Let's hear it for New York (You welcome, OG; uh) New York (Yeah), New York (Uh, I made you hot, nigga) You might also like[Verse 2: JAY-Z & Alicia Keys] Catch me at the X with OG at a Yankee game Shit, I made the Yankee hat more famous than a Yankee can You should know I bleed blue, but I ain't a Crip though But I got a gang of niggas walkin' with my clique though Welcome to the meltin' pot, corners where we sellin' rock Afrika Bambaataa shit, home of the hip-hop Yellow cab, gypsy cab, dollar cab, holla back For foreigners, it ain't fair, they act like they forgot how to add Eight million stories out there in the naked City, it's a pity half of y'all won't make it Me? I gotta plug Special Ed, "I Got It Made" If Jeezy's payin' LeBron, I'm payin' Dwyane Wade Three dice cee-lo, three-card Marley Labor Day Parade—rest in peace, Bob Marley Statue of Liberty, long live the World Trade (Come on, come on) Long live the king, yo (Come on)—I'm from the Empire State, that's [Chorus: Alicia Keys & JAY-Z] In New York (Ayy; uh, yeah) Concrete jungle where dreams are made of There's nothin' you can't do (That boy good, okay) Now you're in New York (Uh, yeah, welcome to the bright lights, baby) These streets will make you feel brand-new Big lights will inspire you (Okay) Let's hear it for New York (Uh) New York (Yeah), New York (Uh) [Verse 3: JAY-Z & Alicia Keys] Lights is blinding, girls need blinders So they can step out of bounds quick, the side lines is Lined with casualties who sip the life casually Then gradually become worse—don't bite the apple, Eve! Caught up in the in-crowd, now you're in-style Into the winter gets cold, en vogue with your skin out City of sin is a pity on a whim Good girls gone bad, the city's filled with them Mami took a bus trip, now she got her bust out Everybody ride her, just like a bus route "Hail Mary" to the city, you're a virgin And Jesus can't save you, life starts when the church end Came here for school, graduated to the high life Ball players, rap stars, addicted to the limelight MDMA (Come on) got you feelin' like a champion (Come on) The city never sleeps (Come on), better slip you a Ambien [Chorus: Alicia Keys & JAY-Z] In New York (Ayy, ow, uh, yeah) Concrete jungle where dreams are made of There's nothin' you can't do (Okay) Now you're in New York (Uh, yeah) These streets will make you feel brand-new Big lights will inspire you (Okay) Let's hear it for New York (Uh) New York (Yeah), New York (Uh) [Bridge: Alicia Keys] One hand in the air for the big city (Oh) Street lights, big dreams, all lookin' pretty (Oh) No place in the world that could compare (Nah) Put your lighters in the air, everybody say "Yeah, yeah" (Come on, come on) "Yeah, yeah" (Come on) [Chorus: Alicia Keys] In New York (Uh, yeah) Concrete jungle where dreams are made of There's nothin' you can't do (Okay) Now you're in New York (Uh, yeah) These streets will make you feel brand-new Big lights will inspire you (Okay) Let's hear it for New York (Uh) New York (Yeah), New York (Uh)147

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Renegade

JAY-Z

[Verse 1: JAY-Z] Motherfuckers say that I'm foolish, I only talk about jewels (Bling-bling) Do you fools listen to music or do you just skim through it? See, I'm influenced by the ghetto you ruined The same dude you gave nothin', I made somethin' doin' What I do through and through and I give you the news with a twist, it's just his ghetto point of view The renegade, you been afraid I penetrate pop culture Bring 'em a lot closer to the block where they pop toasters And they live with they moms, got dropped roadsters From botched robberies, niggas crouched over Mami's knocked up 'cause she wasn't watched over Knocked down by some clown When child support knocked, "No, he's not around" Now, how that sound to ya? Jot it down I bring you through the ghetto without ridin' 'round Hidin' down, duckin' strays from frustrated youths stuck in they ways Just read a magazine that fucked up my day How you rate music that thugs with nothin' relate to it? I help them see they way through it, not you Can't step in my pants, can't walk in my shoes Bet everything you worth, you'll lose your tie and your shirt [Verse 2: Eminem] Since I'm in a position to talk to these kids and they listen I ain't no politician, but I'll kick it with 'em a minute 'Cause see, they call me a menace and if the shoe fits, I'll wear it But if it don't, then y'all'll swallow the truth, grin and bear it ? Who could inherit the title, put the youth in hysterics Usin' his music to steer it, sharin' his views and his merits? But there's a huge interference, they're sayin' you shouldn't hear it Maybe it's hatred I spew, maybe it's food for the spirit Maybe it's beautiful music I made for you to just cherish But I'm debated, disputed, hated and viewed in America As a motherfuckin' drug addict, like you didn't experiment? Now, now, that's when you start to stare at who's in the mirror And see yourself as a kid again, and you get embarrassed And I got nothin' to do but make you look stupid as parents You fuckin' do-gooders, too bad you couldn't do good at marriage (Haha) And do you have any clue what I had to do to get here? I don't think you do, so stay tuned and keep your ears glued to the stereo 'Cause here we go, he's Jigga-Jur-Jigga-Jih-Jigga And I'm the sinister Mr. Kiss-My-Ass is just a You might also like[Chorus: Eminem & JAY-Z] Renegade, never been afraid to say What's on my mind at any given time of day 'Cause I'm a renegade Never been afraid to talk about anything (Anything?), anything (Anything) Renegade, never been afraid to say What's on my mind at any given time of day 'Cause I'm a renegade Never been afraid to holler about anything (Anything?), anything (Anything) [Verse 3: JAY-Z] I had to hustle, my back to the wall, ashy knuckles Pockets filled with a lotta lint, not a cent Gotta vent, lotta innocent lives lost on the project bench What you hollerin'? Gotta pay rent, bring dollars in By the bodega, iron under my coat, feelin' braver Durag wrappin' my waves up, pockets full of hope Do not step to me I'm awkward, I box lefty An orphan, my pops left me And often my mama wasn't home Could not stress to me, I wasn't grown 'Specially on nights I brought somethin' home to quiet the stomach rumblings My demeanor thirty years my senior My childhood didn't mean much, only raisin' green up Raisin' my fingers to critics, raisin' my head to the sky Big, I did it, multi before I die No lie, just know I chose my own fate I drove by the fork in the road and went straight [Verse 4: Eminem] See, I'm a poet to some, a regular modern-day Shakespeare Jesus Christ, the king of these Latter-day Saints here To shatter the picture in which of that as they paint me as A monger of hate, satanist, scatter-brained atheist But that ain't the case, see, it's a matter of taste We as a people decide if Shady's as bad as they say he is Or is he the latter, a gateway to escape? Media scapegoat who they can be mad at today See, it's as easy as cake, simple as whistlin' "Dixie" While I'm wavin' the pistol at sixty Christians against me Go to war with the Mormons, take a bath with the Catholics In holy water, no wonder they tried to hold me under longer I'm a motherfuckin' spiteful, delightful eyeful The new Ice Cube, motherfuckers hate to like you What did I do? (Huh?), I'm just a kid from the gutter Makin' his butter off these bloodsuckers, 'cause I'm a motherfuckin' [Chorus: Eminem & JAY-Z] Renegade, never been afraid to say What's on my mind at any given time of day 'Cause I'm a renegade Never been afraid to talk about anything (Anything?), anything (Anything) Renegade, never been afraid to say What's on my mind at any given time of day 'Cause I'm a renegade Never been afraid to holler about anything (Anything?), anything (Anything) Renegade, never been afraid to say What's on my mind at any given time of day 'Cause I'm a renegade Never been afraid to talk about anything (Anything?), anything (Anything) Renegade, never been afraid to say What's on my mind at any given time of day 'Cause I'm a renegade Never been afraid to holler about anything (Anything?), anything (Anything)232

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Mo’ Money Mo’ Problems

The Notorious B.I.G.

[Produced by Stevie J, Diddy, Nashiem Myrick and 6 July] [Verse 1: Ma$e] Now, who's hot, who not? Tell me who rock, who sell out in the stores? You tell me who flopped, who copped the blue drop? Whose jewels got rocks? Who's mostly Dolce down to the tube sock? The same old pimp, Mase You know ain't nothing change but my limp Can't stop till I see my name on a blimp Guarantee a million sales, call it love or luck You don't believe in Harlem World, nigga, double up We don't play around, it's a bet, lay it down Niggas didn't know me '91, bet they know me now I'm the young Harlem nigga with the Goldie sound Can't no Ph.D. niggas hold me down Cudda schooled me to the game, now I know my duty Stay humble, stay low, blow like Hootie True pimp niggas spend no dough on the booty And then you yell, "There go Mase!", there go your cutie [Chorus: Kelly Price] I don't know what they want from me It's like the more money we come across The more problems we see I don't know what they want from me It's like the more money we come across The more problems we see You might also like[Verse 2: Puff Daddy] I'm the D to the A to the D-D-Y Know you'd rather see me die than to see me fly I call all the shots, rip all the spots Rock all the rocks, cop all the drops I know you thinking now, "When all the ballin' stops?" Nigga never home, gotta call me on the yacht Ten years from now we'll still be on top Yo, I thought I told you that we won't stop Now what you gon' do with a crew That got money much longer than yours And a team much stronger than yours? Violate me, this'll be your day, we don't play Mess around, be D.O.A., be on your way ‘Cause it ain't enough time here Ain't enough lime here for you to shine here Deal with many women but treat dimes fair And I'm bigger than the city lights down in Times Square Yea, yea, yea [Chorus: Kelly Price] I don't know what they want from me It's like the more money we come across The more problems we see I don't know what they want from me It's like the more money we come across The more problems we see [Verse 3: Notorious B.I.G.] B-I-G P-O-P-P-A No info for the DEA Federal agents mad ‘cause I'm flagrant Tap my cell and the phone in the basement My team supreme, stay clean Triple beam lyrical dream, I be that Cat you see at all events bent Gats in holsters, girls on shoulders Playboy, I told ya, mere mics to me Bruise too much, I lose too much Step on stage, the girls boo too much I guess it's ‘cause you run with lame dudes too much Me lose my touch? Never that! If I did, ain't no problem to get the gat Where the true players at? Throw your Rolies in the sky Wave 'em side to side and keep your hands high While I give your girl the eye, player, please Lyrically, niggas see B.I.G be flossin’ Jig on the cover of Fortune, 5-double-O Here's my phone number, your man ain't got to know I got the dough, got the flow down pizat Platinum plus like thizat Dangerous on trizacks, leave your ass flizat [Chorus: Kelly Price] I don't know what they want from me It's like the more money we come across The more problems we see I don't know what they want from me It's like the more money we come across The more problems we see I don't know what they want from me It's like the more money we come across The more problems we see [Break: Kelly Price] What's going on? (What's going on?) Somebody tell me (What's going on?) [Chorus: Kelly Price] I don't know what they want from me It's like the more money we come across The more problems we see I don't know what they want from me It's like the more money we come across The more problems we see I don't know what they want from me It's like the more money we come across The more problems we see89

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We Fly High

Jim Jones

[Intro: Sample & Jim Jones] I wear a mean dark pair of shades And you can't see my eyes Unless my head is bent, you dig? (Uh-huh) [Chorus: Jim Jones, [?] & Cam’ron] We fly high, no lie (You hear that?), you know this (Let’s ride... Ballin'!) Foreign rides outside (Yessir!), it's like showbiz (We in the building) We stay fly (Ballin’), no lie, and you know this (Ballin'!) Hips and thighs, oh my, stay focused [Verse 1: Jim Jones] Ya boy gettin' paper (Money), I buy big cars (Foreign) Eight fly rides just to drive in my garage (Choose one!) Stay sky high (Twisted), fly with the stars (Twinkle, twinkle) G4 Flights, 80 grand large (Ballin'!) So we lean with it, pop with it (Bankhead) 'Vertible Jones, mean with the top missin' (Flossin'!) I'm sittin' clean with the bottom kitted (Do it!) I hopped out, saggy jeans and my rock glistened (Ballin'!) But I spent about 8 grand Mami on stage doin' the rain dance (I think she like me) She let it hit the floor, made it pop (What else?) Got my pedal to the floor screamin', "Fuck the cops!" (Do it!) [[Chorus: Jim Jones & [?]]](2064217) We fly high, no lie, you know this (Ballin'!) Foreign rides outside, it's like showbiz We stay fly, no lie, and you know this (Ballin'!) Hips and thighs, oh my, stay focused You might also like[Verse 2] Slow down, here tonight, could be gone tomorrow (One chance) So I speed through life like there's no tomorrow (Speedin'!) Hundred G's worth of ice on the Audemars (Flossy!) And we in the street life 'til they call the law (Ballin'!) I made the whip get naked (What happened?) While I switch gears, bitch lookin' at the bracelet (Got ‘em) Step out, show me what you all about Flashbacks to last night of me ballin' out (Harlem!) 1 AM, we was at the club (What happened?) 2 AM, ten bottles of bub (Money ain't a thing) And by 3-somethin' I was thinkin' 'bout grub So I stumbled to the car due to drinks and the drugs (Twisted) [Chorus: Jim Jones & [?]] We fly high, no lie, you know this (Ballin'!) Foreign rides outside, it's like showbiz We stay fly, no lie, and you know this (Ballin'!) Hips and thighs, oh my, stay focused [Verse 3] (Nigga, could you buy that?) I keep 20 in the pocket (Light change) You talkin’ buck 80 if the Bentley is the topic (That Grey Poupon) But of course gotta fly the Spur ([?]) To the hood and roll dice on side the curb (I got bank) But I know a G a bet may sound absurd (Get your money up!) Drive 80 up Lenox 'cause I got a urge (Speedin', speedin’) The rap game like the crack game Lifestyle rich, famous, livin' in the fast lane (Ballin', ballin’) So when I bleep, shorty bleep back Lou' Vuitton belt where I'm keepin’ all the heat strapped (Loaded) I beat the trial over Rucker (Let's do it!) All guns loaded and I'm back, motherfucker (Dipset) [Chorus: Jim Jones & [?]] We fly high, no lie, you know this (Ballin'!) Foreign rides outside, it's like showbiz We fly high, no lie, you know this (Ballin'!) Foreign rides outside, it's like showbiz (Ballin’) We stay fly (Stay fly), no lie (No lie), and you know this (Ballin') Hips and thighs (Eh), oh my (Oh my), stay focused [Outro] Chea, you niggas need to stay focused when you dealin' with a motherfuckin' G You know my name, Jones, One Eye, Capo Status, all the above, motherfucka This Dipset, ByrdGang, we born to fly, y'all know the rules: fall back or fall back Someone tell my bitch Summer I'm lookin' for her, ya dig? Another day another dollar, fast life fucka Dipset [Chorus: [?]] We stay fly, no lie, and you know this Hips and thighs, oh my, stay focused18

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Slow Jamz

Twista

[Produced by Kanye West] [Intro] Are you going to be, say that you're gonna be [Hook: Jamie Foxx] She say she want some Marvin Gaye, some Luther Vandross A little Anita, will definitely set this party off right (Are you gonna be, are you gonna be, are you gonna be Are you gonna be, are you gonna be, well well well well) She say she want some Ready For The World, some New Edition Some Minnie Riperton, will definitely set this party off right Yes it well, oh yes it will (Are you gonna be, are you gonna be, are you gonna be Are you gonna be, are you gonna be, well well well well) [Verse 1: Kanye West] Yes it will, it definitely will! You know what I told her? I told her to "Drive over in your new whip Bring some friends you cool with I'mma bring the Cool Whip, then I want you to strip See you is my new chick, so we get our grind on She be grabbing, calling me Biggie, like Shyne home Man I swear she fine homes, why she always lying though? Telling me them diamonds, when she know they rhinestones She got a light-skinned friend, look like Michael Jackson Got a dark-skinned friend, look like Michael Jackson I played Ready for the World, she was ready for some action My dog said you ain't no freak, so you 'bout to prove my man wrong I'mma play this Vandross, you gon' take your pants off I'mma play this Gladys Knight, me and you gon' get right You might also like[Hook: Jamie Foxx] She say she want some Marvin Gaye, some Luther Vandross A little Anita, will definitely set this party off right (Are you gonna be, are you gonna be, are you gonna be Are you gonna be, are you gonna be, well well well well) She say she want some Ready For The World, some New Edition Some Minnie Riperton, will definitely set this party off right Yes it well, oh yes it will (Are you gonna be, are you gonna be, are you gonna be Are you gonna be, are you gonna be, well well well well) [Interlude: Aisha Tyler & Kanye West] Now Kanye, I know I told you to slow it down, baby And it's good, it's all good, it's beautiful, it's beautiful But now I need you to do it faster, baby Can you please? Do it faster baby, do it faster! Damn, baby; I can't do it that fast... But I know somebody who can, Twista! [Verse 2: Twista] Got you looking at the gliss' on my hands and wrists While I'm laying back and smoking on my cannabis When it come to rocking the rhythm like Marvin and Luther I can tell you ain't no messin' with Kan-man and Twist In the Chi, and I be sipping Hennessy Play some R&B while I smoke a B You can preferably find that I'm a G And all is (Well well well well) Come with me and sip on some Evelyn Champagne You ain't know Twista can work it like The Whispers? Hit the stop light, movin' to some Isleys His rims still moving so I bump a little Spinners While I'm smoking on a B, dipping through the streets Bumping R&B, and I got the heat on them 23's And I do it (Well well well well) With my Earth in the Wind smokin' Fire Let me get your sheets wet listening to Keith Sweat Put you in a daze with Maze Fulfilling her with every temptation, slow-jamming, having deep sex You Ready for the World, girl? Come on go with me I'll touch you all over your body, baby don't say no to me And every note'll be controlling me I'm loving the way you be holding me when I be listening to Jodeci And when I come over and bend your ass You be bumpin' Teddy Pendergrass I done hit it from the back to the melody of "Roll It Slow" Now I gotta go up in it fast, but I'mma finish last No matter how much of a thug you see I still spit it like its R&B, go to the club with me And with some Luther come on I hope you feelin' me and still gon' be in love with me, Chi ride [Hook: Jamie Foxx] She say she want some Marvin Gaye, some Luther Vandross A little Anita, will definitely set this party off right (Are you gonna be, are you gonna be, are you gonna be Are you gonna be, are you gonna be, well well well well) She say she want some Ready For The World, some New Edition Some Minnie Riperton, will definitely set this party off right Yes it well, oh yes it will (Are you gonna be, are you gonna be, are you gonna be Are you gonna be, are you gonna be, well well well well) [Outro: Twista] Baby drop another slow jam And all us lovers, need to hold hands And if you ain't got no man, hop up in my Brougham I keep it pimping like an old man, you gots to roll with the plan Cause after that, then I take it to the dome Then I got to bone, stay up in the zone Got to get you home, gotta run up on And I do it (well well well well) Baby drop another slow jam And all us lovers, need to hold hands And if you ain't got no man, hop up in my Brougham I keep it pimping like an old man, you gots to roll with the plan Cause after that then I, take you to my home We can get it on, disconnect the phone Trying to get you gone, I'mma make you moan And I'll do it (Well well well well)32

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Spend the Night

Cam’ron

[Produced by Araabmuzik] [Verse 1] Some girls say that I'm the cutest, others say I'm the rudest Meditate like a Buddhist expose em like a nudist I'm Jesus, they Judas, my diamonds: the bluest Got the answers, they clueless, Ashanti-foolish I'm with a stewardess, mami say a "flight attendant" Called her a "stupid bitch". Sorry? Nah, I might have meant it See I'm type: demented. 4 mil? I might have spent it But I got It back right back, yeah yeah my life is splendid Me and mommy drinking, drinking to the point she hurls I'm bout to swirl the whirl-whirl, want to join me girl? The clothes: from Italy, the coat: from Sicily I'm talking literally, (c'mon now stop kidding me) I don't kid at all, I get it all, get rid of it all Come and stay with me, oh, where I live? The mall Banker banker, dealership, and the rim shop You know who him, slim, before MIMS I been hot [Hook] Baby come and play and lay and Stay with me, girlfriend I'll change your life Spend the night with me, we'll talk and Chill and watch TV she said (sure you're right) You might also like[Verse 2] Miami, listening to Brisco, I get it cooking like Crisco From Chi town back to Frisco, my diamonds like the disco Mami what the hell you like, you know what the hell I like A hood bitch, stretch marks, beaty beat, cellulite Baby we need each other, don't want to meet your mother My mouth is like the sewer, yeah yeah I keep it gutter I sell hot peas and butter, don't want to see you suffer A nigga like me, won't meet another, you clogged up, I'll be your plumber Sorta like Drano...you know how the game goes Different color cars, my garage a rainbow I'm a leprechaun, but I sell Meth-a-don Mari-juan, hero-on, ten year run, marathon My hood like Lebanon, but that's its Benneton You up in something fly, I got my weapon on We get our chefin on, chefin on everyday I got the cookie-cutter, mami the pepper spray [Hook] [Verse 3] Lets get this guacamole, you feeling hot then hold me You had your guard up at first like a soccer goalie If I got it you get it, baby I get it you got it Lets hit the Pacific, terrific, I'm feeling melodic Cause you looking exotic, now you getting erotic Like you straight from the tropics, want to shoot it and cock it Not the Glamour, baby girl, I'm talking something else All she do is look and say "Cam, you something else" Listen love I ain't the one to get lovey-dovey But you looking good you ever need a hubby love me You got to love me shots of bubbly Get your mouth wet, you the outlet, got to plug me

Comics and Games

Mrs. Officer

Lil Wayne

[Intro: Bobby V & (Lil Wayne)] Ayy Ayy (yeah) Hey (yeah) Ayy, ayy, ayy (Valentino) Woo woo woo! (yeah, yeah) yeah yeah yeah (Yeah, yeah) Woo woo woo! (yeah) yeah yeah yeah (Yeah) Woo woo woo! Yeah yeah yeah (Yeah, yeah) Woo woo woo! (Bobby Valentino) [Chorus: Bobby V & (Lil Wayne)] When I get up all in ya (yeah) We can hear the angels calling us (chyeah) We can see the sunrise before us (yeah) And when I'm in that thang, I'll make that body sang (Deezle on the beat) I make it say Wee-ooh-wee-ooh-wee (ay) wee-ooh-wee-ooh-wee (ay) Wee-ooh-wee-ooh-wee (like a cop car) Wee-ooh-wee-ooh-wee, wee-ooh-wee-ooh-wee (ay) Wee-ooh-wee-ooh-wee (haha) I make ya say [Verse 1: Lil Wayne & (Bobby V)] Yeah, doin' a buck in the latest drop I got stopped by a lady cop, haha She got me thinking I can date a cop, haha Cause her uniform fit her so tight She read me my rights She put me in her car, she cut off all the lights She said I have the right, to remain silent Now I got her hollering, sounding like a siren Talking 'bout (wee-ooh-wee-ooh-wee) yeah (Wee-ooh-wee-ooh-wee) Yeah (wee-ooh-wee-ooh-wee) yeah And I know she the law, and she know I'm the boss And she know I get high, a-bove the law And she know I'm raw, she know I'm from the streets And all she want me to do is fuck the police Talking 'bout (wee-ooh-wee-ooh-wee, wee-ooh-wee-ooh-wee) Yeah (wee-ooh-wee-ooh-wee) yeah You might also like[Chorus: Bobby V & (Lil Wayne)] When I get up all in ya We can hear the angels calling us (yeah) We can see the sunrise before us (umm) And when I'm in that thang, I'll make that body sang I make it say: wee-ooh-wee-ooh-wee, wee-ooh-wee-ooh-wee Wee-ooh-wee-ooh-wee (like a cop car) Wee-ooh-wee-ooh-wee, wee-ooh-wee-ooh-wee (yeah) Wee-ooh-wee-ooh-wee (hey) I'll make ya say [Verse 2: Lil Wayne & (Bobby V)] Haha, and after we got done I said "Lady, what's your number?" She said "911" Hah, emergency only Head doctor perform surgery on me Yeah, and now I'm healed I make her wear nothing but handcuffs and heels Then I beat it like a cop Rodney King, baby, yeah I beat it like a cop Hahah! Beat it like a cop Rodney King baby said "Beat it like a cop" But I ain't tryna be violent But I'll do the time, but her love is timeless Mrs. Officer I know you wish your name was Mrs. Carter, huh? (Wee-ooh-wee-ooh-wee, wee-ooh-wee-ooh-wee) Yeah (Wee-ooh-wee-ooh-wee) Like a cop car [Chorus: Bobby V] When I get up all in ya We can hear the angels calling us We can see the sunrise before us And when I'm in that thang, I'll make that body sang I make it say: wee-ooh-wee-ooh-wee, wee-ooh-wee-ooh-wee Wee-ooh-wee-ooh-wee Wee-ooh-wee-ooh-wee, wee-ooh-wee-ooh-wee Wee-ooh-wee-ooh-wee, I'll make ya say [Verse 3: Kidd Kidd & (Bobby V)] Mrs. Officer, Mrs. Officer Tell your lieutenant get them cuffs off of ya I'm Kidd Kidd, my face on every wanted poster I'm wanted by every lady cop all over That ass so big, I catch a battery to hold ya Hands so big, you thought I told, "Pull it over" She pulled me over, pulled me out the Rover Then she pulled me closer, do me in back of the car Put me in handcuffs, start ripping my pants off All you heard over the dispatcher is... (Wee-ooh-wee-ooh-wee, wee-ooh-wee-ooh-wee) (Wee-ooh-wee-ooh wee) [Chorus: Bobby V] When I get up all in ya We can hear the angels calling us We can see the sunrise before us And when I'm in that thang, I'll make that body sang I make it say [Bridge: Bobby V] Maybe you can lock me up and throw away the key Call your sergeant and tell him you can't finish your shift Cause it's on tonight Breakfast in bed turns to breakfast and head And I can't wait to get it on I wanna do it all night long, Mrs. Officer [Chorus: Bobby V] When I get up all in ya We can hear the angels calling us We can see the sunrise before us And when I'm in that thang, I'll make that body sang I make it say: wee-ooh-wee-ooh-wee, wee-ooh-wee-ooh-wee Wee-ooh-wee-ooh-wee Wee-ooh-wee-ooh-wee, wee-ooh-wee-ooh-wee Wee-ooh-wee-ooh-wee, I'll make ya say25

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3 Peat

Lil Wayne

[Intro] Yessir! They can't stop me Even if they stopped me... Hahahah, yeah [Refrain] I'm on it, ooh, I'm on it I'm so on it, and however you want it You can get it tonight ho, and all night ho I get the beat from (Maestro), a-fuckin' right, ho! [Verse] I might go crazy on these niggas, I don't give a motherfuck Run up in a nigga house and shoot his grandmother up What! What! I don't give a motherfuck Get your baby kidnapped and your baby-mother fucked It's Tha Carter 3, bitch, better put your supper up Hollygrove, I throw it up like I'm trying to lose my gut Fuck is up? Beat him up like a million uppercuts Got a million duffled up for the fuck of it, shit Get on my level? You can't get on my level You gon' need a space shuttle or a ladder that's forever However, I'm better, if not now, then never Don't you ever fix your lips unless you 'bout to suck my dick Bitch, swallow my words, taste my thoughts And if it's too nasty, spit it back at me Two more inches, I'd have been in that casket According to the doctor, I could've died in traffic Bounce right back on them bitches, like Magic Abracadabra, I'm up, like Viagra I just do this shit for my clique, like Adam Sandler I control hip-hop, and I'ma keep it on my channel Watch me! Bitch, watch me! Bitch, watch me! But they cannot-see me, like Hitler It's the New Orleans nightmare Money so old, it's growing white hair Young Money, baby! Yeah, we right here I'ma make sure we ball 'til we fall like tears And mama, don't cry, your son can handle his I got her out the hood and put up in the hills, yeah When I was fourteen, I told my mom we would see better days And sure enough, I got Miss Cita in a better place When I was fourteen, I told my mom we would see better days And sure enough, we did exactly what I said I tell my girl, "When you fuck me, better fuck me good 'Cause if another girl could, she gon' fuck me good" No sitting at the table if you bringing nothing to it And I get straight to it like it's nothing to it Yeah, I got game like Stuart Scott, fresh out the ESPN shop And when SportsCenter poppin', everything stoppin' But you can't fool me, I know what you watchin' You might also like[Refrain] Me! You watch me! You watch me! 'Cause I be Weezy, must-see TV, C3 Nigga, that's me, and I'm me I'm me, times three So retreat, or suffer defeat I'm back, 3-Peat! C3!37

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Make It Rain (Remix)

Fat Joe

[Intro: R. Kelly, Fat Joe, Lil Wayne & DJ Khaled] Woo! Roxanne! It's Kells, bitches (Owwwww!) You don't have to turn off the red light Hahah, chyeah! (Scotty) Chyeah! I'm in the building! (Let's make it rain on these niggas) I see you Joey (Crack) Remix! [Chorus: Lil Wayne, DJ Khaled, & Both] Yeah, I'm in this bitch with the Terror Got a handful of stacks Better grab an umbrella (Remix!) I make it rain, I make it rain I'm in this bitch with the Terror (We The Best) Got a handful of stacks Better grab an umbrella (Let's go!) I make it rain, I make it rain (Oh!) Make it rain on them hoes (Remix!) I make it rain, I make it rain (Oh!) I make it rain on them hoes (Remix!) I make it rain, I make it rain (Oh!) I make it rain on them hoes (We The Best) I make it rain, I make it rain (Oh!) I make it rain on them hoes (Listennn!) Oww! You might also like[Verse 1: R. Kelly] I be drillin' these chicks like Major Payne When I make it rain, they be like, "Kells, do it again!" (Oh!) From the club to the coupe, inside my gates Up in my bedroom, screamin' each others' names (Oh! Ugh) They was purrty-purrty, and I was flirty-flirty Lil' dro, lil' bub, now they gettin' dirty-dirty Don't ask me what my name is—stupid bitch, I'm famous You gon' make me aim this, leave your ass brainless I'm tryin' to stay R&B, but these streets is a part of me So don't get it twisted! You see, I order one bottle, then I fuck with one model Then I order more bottles; now, I got more models I'm from that city where them niggas don't play, man I take a chick to my room like caveman So ask your girlfriend my name, I bet she go: "Skeet-skeet-skeet-skeet, weatherman 'bout to make it rain!" [Chorus: Lil Wayne, DJ Khaled, & Lil Wayne & R. Kelly] Yeah, I'm in this bitch with the Terror (Remix!) Got a handful of stacks, better grab an umbrella (Let's go!) I make it rain, I make it rain I'm in this bitch with the Terror One time for my homie, Sean Paul Got a handful of stacks, better grab an umbrella Coming home soon, we miss you nigga I make it rain, I make it rain (Oh!) Make it rain on them hoes (We The Best) I make it rain, I make it rain (Oh!) I make it rain on them hoes (We see no bond) I make it rain, I make it rain (Oh!) I make it rain on them hoes I make it rain, I make it rain (Oh!) I make it rain on them hoes (Listennn!) [Verse 2: Lil Wayne] Oww! Blat, blat, blat, blat! Ayy, Joey, let me get 'em It's Young Money, and we on like the television The Weather Channel, but I do not broadcast I throw up more cash, and change the forecast Your boyfriend is lame, I make it rain on you He never make it rain, like Southern California Where's your umbrella? Now, get your raincoat Baby, I make it flood, now, you gon' need a boat [Verse 3: Birdman] Fresh to death on 'em (Believe that) We throwin' money on 'em (Throwin' money on 'em) Stay fly, 25s when we ride on 'em (That's how we ride on 'em) Alligator suede, custom with the shades (Stunna shades) Make it snow in the club, bitches know we paid (Rrrrrah) Stay shine, rockin' Gucci in the Bentley (Super-fly) White Rolls for my broad on them 23s (Stay fly) Goin' to the club, nigga, in a new fleet (Yeah) All red doors up, doin' it like a real G [Chorus: Lil Wayne & DJ Khaled] Yeah, I'm in this bitch with the Terror (Remix!) Got a handful of stacks Better grab an umbrella (Diamonds, let's go!) I make it rain, I make it rain (Six City) I'm in this bitch with the Terror (Magic City) Got a handful of stacks (Rolex) Better grab an umbrella I make it rain, I make it rain (Oh! Remix!) Make it rain on them hoes (Remix!) I make it rain, I make it rain (Oh!) I make it rain on them hoes (Sue's Rendezvous) I make it rain, I make it rain (Oh!) I make it rain on them hoes (Get your money right) I make it rain, I make it rain (Oh!) I make it rain on them hoes (Listennn!) Oww! [Verse 4: T.I.] Come and see me and Crack in the club flossin' Forty-cal in my jacket, twenty stacks in my jeans Know real boss niggas do real boss things We 'bout that shit, you just talkin' Young Sam Rothstein, out with my goons In the 430, down the strip, I zoom In the drop in January but it feel like June Big Glock I carry make a real big boom (What!) Make moves like a young tycoon (Ayy!) I come through like a young typhoon (Ohh) Category 3, don’t be categorying me (Geah, geah, geah) With these niggas like they'll get a better salary than me (Oh) I'm El Capitan, King, numero uno (It's the King, nigga!) I flood pussy clubs, ask any stripper you know (Ayy!) [Verse 5: Ace Mack] Ace Mizzy get all the hoes (Yeah) Gonna teach them shit they want to know (Yeah) Like, fuck that pussy-ass 9-to-4 Girl, make that bucket a pot of gold (Yeah) It ain't no money like custom money (No) It ain't no bitch like a hustle bunny (No) Ain't no bitch gettin' none of my money That why the money got a clip to protect it for me She gotta ride for the A (Ayy), pop for the A (Ayy) Live for the minute or be out for the day (Day) Pop the metal but lookin' hot in stilettos Got the rock with the bezel on the trigger finger Boss bitch of the ghetto, my Spanish Trina Talk shit to a nigga with the blammer beamed up (Know why?) When I see her gotta handle my bid-nah I gotta give her one of these in the back of the team truck [Chorus: Lil Wayne, DJ Khaled, & Lil Wayne & R. Kelly] Yeah, I'm in this bitch with the Terror (remix) Got a handful of stacks Better grab an umbrella (We The Best, remix) I make it rain, I make it rain I'm in this bitch with the Terror (Uh-Oh!) Got a handful of stacks Better grab an umbrella (I make it rain) I make it rain, I make it rain (Oh!) Make it rain on them hoes (remix, remix!) I make it rain, I make it rain (Oh!) I make it rain on them hoes (We the best) I make it rain, I make it rain (Oh!) I make it rain on them hoes (I said, we the best) I make it rain, I make it rain (Oh!) I make it rain on them hoes Oww! [Bridge: Rick Ross & R. Kelly] 305 M-I-yayo! Ayy Khal', call Joe up Let him know I'm at the Rolex, I just ran outta money Make it rain, make it rain I need to borrow 50 thousand, cash Make it rain, make it rain Come through, baby, we make it rain Make it rain, make it rain E-Class on the way, too, we got a hundred grand with him Make it rain, make it rain Triple Cs, oh, yeah, and it's the remix [Verse 6: Rick Ross] I be reppin' my city, blowin' hundreds and fifties (Yeah!) If the head right, Ricky there e'ery night (Ayy) Joey, I was listenin', pullin' up, spinnin' rims Time to spend some dividends, my money they swimmin' in Ross, I'm a boss (I'm a boss), I'm the mayor (I'm the mayor) We make it rain (Make it rain), on these haters (On these haters) Get your umbrella, fella, cause we blowin' hella cheddar I'm the nigga that you scared of cause no one can do it better [Verse 7: Fat Joe] Owwww! Joe Crack, early '80s, crack baby mama paid me Maybach, fly Mercedes, birth that, drop it baby Them purrty ladies (Yah), they drive me crazy (Yah) Them skies is hazy (Yah), I'll pop like 80 Someone tell Mr. Bentley to bring his umbrella Katrina, not! It's just the one fella (Crack!) Who got dumb cheddar, and need a brain surgeon Got me a designated thrower cause my hand's hurtin' (Ouch!) I make it rain (Rain!), it's Coca bitch! (Bitch!) It's not a game (Game!), them vatos locos-rich Ain't nothin' wrong with wantin' a little happy endin' And we don't need a hotel, we parkin' lot pimpin', bitch! [Chorus: Lil Wayne & DJ Khaled] Yeah, I'm in this bitch with the Terror (Remix!) Got a handful of stacks, better grab an umbrella Joey Crack, I salute! I make it rain, I make it rain, I'm in this bitch with the Terror Let's go! Got a handful of stacks, better grab an umbrella Throwin' 'bout a hundred grand, we at Prive right now! I make it rain, I make it rain (Oh!) Make it rain on them hoes I make it rain, I make it rain (Oh!) I make it rain on them hoes I make it rain, I make it rain (Oh!) I make it rain on them hoes (Remix! We the best!) I make it rain, I make it rain (Oh!)15

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All Falls Down

Kanye West

[Chorus: Syleena Johnson & Kanye West] Oh, when it all, it all falls down Yeah, this the real one, baby I'm tellin' you all, it all falls down Uh, Chi-Town, stand up! Oh, when it all, it all falls down Southside, Southside We gon' set this party off right I'm tellin' you all, it all falls down Westside, Westside We gon' set this party off right Oh, when it all [Verse 1: Kanye West] Man, I promise, she's so self-conscious She has no idea what she doin' in college That major that she majored in don't make no money But she won't drop out, her parents'll look at her funny Now, tell me that ain't insecurr The concept of school seems so securr Sophomore, three yurrs, ain't picked a carurr She like, "Fuck it, I'll just stay down hurr and do hair" 'Cause that's enough money to buy her a few pairs Of new Airs, 'cause her baby daddy don't really care She's so precious with the peer pressure Couldn't afford a car, so she named her daughter Alexis She had hair so long that it looked like weave Then she cut it all off, now she look like Eve And she be dealin' with some issues that you can't believe Single black female addicted to retail, and well You might also like[Chorus: Syleena Johnson & Kanye West] Oh, when it all, it all falls down And when it falls down, who you gon' call now? I'm tellin' you all, it all falls down C'mon, c'mon, and when it falls down Oh, when it all [Verse 2: Kanye West] Man, I promise, I'm so self-conscious That's why you always see me with at least one of my watches Rollies and Pashas done drove me crazy I can't even pronounce nothing, pass that Ver-say-see! Then I spent four hundred bucks on this Just to be like, "Nigga, you ain't up on this" And I can't even go to the grocery store Without some Ones that's clean and a shirt with a team It seem we livin' the American Dream But the people highest up got the lowest self-esteem The prettiest people do the ugliest things For the road to riches and diamond rings We shine because they hate us, floss 'cause they degrade us We tryna buy back our 40 acres And for that paper, look how low we'll stoop Even if you in a Benz, you still a nigga in a coupe [Chorus: Syleena Johnson & Kanye West] Oh, when it all, it all falls down Come on, come on I'm tellin' you all, it all falls down And when it falls down, who you gon' call now? Oh, when it all, it all falls down Come on, come on I'm tellin' you all, it all falls down And when it all falls down [Verse 3: Kanye West] I say, "Fuck the police," that's how I treat 'em We buy our way out of jail, but we can't buy freedom We'll buy a lot of clothes, but we don't really need 'em Things we buy to cover up what's inside 'Cause they made us hate ourself and love they wealth That's why shorty's hollerin', "Where the ballers at?" Drug dealer buy Jordan, crackhead buy crack And the white man get paid off of all of that But I ain't even gon' act holier than thou 'Cause fuck it, I went to Jacob with 25 thou Before I had a house and I'd do it again ‘Cause I wanna be on 106 & Park, pushin' a Benz I want to act ballerific like it's all terrific I got a couple past-due bills, I won't get specific I got a problem with spendin' before I get it We all self-conscious, I'm just the first to admit it [Chorus: Syleena Johnson & Kanye West] Oh, when it all, it all falls down C'mon, c'mon And when it falls down, who you gon' call now? I'm tellin' you all, it all falls down C'mon c'mon, and when it falls down Oh, when it all, it all falls down Southside, Southside We gon' set this party off right I'm tellin' you all, it all falls down Westside, Westside We gon' set this party off right Oh when it all, it all falls down Chi-Town, Chi-Town We gon' show 'em how we get down I'm tellin' you all, it all falls down Now, Syleena, you just like a safe belt, you saved my life C'mon Oh when it all, it all falls down I'm tellin' you all, it all falls down [Produced by Kanye West]152

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One More Chance / Stay With Me [Remix]

The Notorious B.I.G.

[Intro: Faith Evans, The Notorious B.I.G. & Puff Daddy] Uh, what? That's right Yeah, yeah, yeah Bad Boy Don't go, don't go, don't go (Baby don't go) What?, yea I love you so (uh, uh) One more chance Lyrically I, uh, uh Biggie give me one more chance Check it out, uh Lyrically I, uh (Give me one more chance) One more chance (uh, uh) What?, uh Biggie, give me one more chance Junior M.A.F.I.A., uh, Junior M.A.F.I.A Remix Uh [Verse 1: The Notorious B.I.G. & Faith Evans] First thing's first, I Poppa, freaks all the honeys (uh huh) Dummies, (uh) Playboy bunnies, those wantin' money Those the ones I like 'cause they don't get Nathan but penetration (oh, no, no, no, no) Unless it smells like sanitation Gar-bage, I turn like doorknobs Heart throb, never Black and ugly as ever However, I stay Coogi down to the socks Rings and watch filled with rocks (uh) (yeay, yeah) And my jam knock in your Mitsubishi (yeah, yeah) Girls pee-pee when they see me (uh huh) Navajos creep me in they teepee (uh) As I lay down laws like I lay carpet Stop it! (uh) If you think you gonna make a profit (oh, yeah) Don't see my ones, don't see my guns, get it? Now tell your friends Poppa hit it, (uh) then split it In two, as I flow with the Junior M.A.F.I.A. (uh) I don't know what the hell's stoppin' ya I'm clockin' ya, Versace shades watchin' ya (uh huh) (don't go, don't go, don't go) Once ya grin, I'm in, game begins (uh) First I talk about how I dress in this In diamond necklaces, (oh, baye, baye, baby) (uh) stretch Lexuses (woo, woo, woo) The sex is just immaculate From the back, I get deeper and deeper, (uh) help you reach the Climax that your man can't make (uh) (come on, come on) Call him, tell him you'll be home real late And sing the break, uh You might also like[Chorus: Mary J. Blige, Faith Evans & The Notorious B.I.G.] Baby here I am I got that good love girl, you didn't know? Here I am All I need is one more chance One more chance I can help (uh) you find yourself I got that good love (uh) girl, you didn't know? 'Cause you don't need (uh, uh, uh) nobody else (Remix) One more chance [Verse 2: The Notorious B.I.G., Faith Evans, Puff Daddy] She's sick of that song on how it's so longgggg Thought he worked his until I handled my biz There I is! (uh) Major Payne like Damon Wayans (uh huh) Low Down Dirty, even, like his brother Keenan, (oh yeah) schemin' (uh) Don't leave your girl 'round me! True playa for real, ask Puff Daddy (yeaaa, yeaa) You ringin' bells with bags from Chanel Baby Benz, (Oh yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) traded in your Hyundai Excel (uh) Fully equipped, CD changer with the cell (Don't go, don't go, don't go) She beeped me "Meet me at twelve" (uh) Where you at? Flippin' jobs, payin' car notes? (yeaaa) While I'm swimmin' in your women like the breast stroke (uh huh) Right stroke, left stroke was the best stroke Death stroke, tongue all down her throat (uh huh) Nuttin' left to do but send her home to you I'm through, can you sing the song for me, boo? [Chorus: Faith Evans & The Notorious B.I.G.] One more chance (One more chance) I got (uh, uh) that good love girl, you didn't know? Biggie give me one more chance (uh) Give me one more (uh) chance One more chance Biggie give me one more chance I got that good love girl, you didn't know? Biggie, give me one more chance (uh, what, uh) One more chance [Verse 3: The Notorious B.I.G., Faith Evans & Puff Daddy] So what's it gonna be? Him or me? (uh) We can cruise the world with pearls, gator boots for girls (uh huh) The envy of all women, crushed linen Cartier (oh, yeah, yeah, yeah) wrist-wear with diamonds in 'em (woo, woo) The finest women I love with a passion Ya man's a wimp, I give that ass a good thrashin' (yeay, yeah) High fashion, flyin' into all states (uh) Sexin' me while your man masturbates (uh, uh, uh) Isn't this great? Your flight leaves at eight (don't go, don't go, don't go) Her flight lands at nine, my game just rewinds (uh) Lyrically, I'm supposed to represent (what) I'm not only a client, I'm the playa President (uh) [Chorus: Faith Evans, Mary J. Blige & The Notorious B.I.G.] One more chance I got that good love girl, you didn't know? Biggie give me one more chance (One more chance) One more chance Baby here I am Biggie give me one more chance I got that good love girl, you didn't know? All I need is one more chance! (come on, come on) One (9, 5) more chance I can help you find yourself I got that good love girl, you didn't know? Biggie give me one more chance 'Cause you don't need nobody else (Bad Boy) One more chance Baby here I am Don't go, don't go, don't go Biggie give me one more chance I got that good love girl, you didn't know? (east coast) All I need (west coast) (yeay yeah, yeah) is one more chance! One more chance54

Hip-Hop

Money, Cash, Hoes

JAY-Z

[Produced by Swizz Beatz] [Intro: Jay-Z & DMX] Turn the lights all the—turn the lights all the way down (Yeah) What? (Yeah, yeah, yeah) Uh-huh, yeah (Uh) C'mon, uh-huh, such a deep flow (Grrr...) C'mon, yeah, c'mon, yo, yo [Verse 1: Jay-Z] J-A-Y, I flow sick (Uh) Fuck all y'all haters, blow dick I spits the game for those that throw bricks Money, cash, hoes, money, cash, chicks (What?) Sex, murder and mayhem; romance for the street (Uh-huh) Only wife of mines is a life of crime, and since Life's a bitch in mini-skirts and big chests How can I not flirt with death? That's That's life's enigma, long as life within us We gon' sin a lot and pray that Christ forgive us, fuck it Ice the wrist and raise the price on these niggas Y'all can't floss on my level I'll invite you all to get with us if your ball is glitter When I go all the Harlem playas wall my picture (Uh-huh) If you get close enough, you can read the scripture It reads: "Money, cash, hoes", how real was that nigga? (What) You might also like[Chorus: Jay-Z & DMX] Money, cash, hoes, money, cash, hoes (What) Money, cash, hoes, money, cash, hoes (Uh) Money, cash, hoes, money, cash, hoes (C'mon) Money, cash, hoes, (What) hoes, (What) hoes (What) Money, cash, hoes, money, cash, hoes (What) Money, cash, hoes, money, cash, hoes (Uh) Money, cash, hoes, money, cash, hoes (C'mon) Money, cash, hoes, (What) hoes, (What) hoes (What) [Verse 2: Jay-Z] Flavors robust, platinum and gold touch Yeah I rap now, fast money done slowed up Niggas try to stop Jay-Z to no luck Roc-A-Fella forever, CEO, what! (what?) Us the villains? Fuck your feelings While y'all playa hate we in the upper millions What's the dealings? (huh) It's like New York's been soft Ever since Snoop came through and crushed the buildings I'm trying to restore the feelings; fuck the law, keep dealing More money, more cash, more chilling I know they gon' criticize the hook on this song Like I give a fuck...I'm just a crook on this song Bed-Stuy Brook-Nam took on the world Shit, I led a life you can write a book on Sex, murder and mayhem, romance for the street Man, and I tell ya, it'll be the best-seller, what! [Chorus: Jay-Z & DMX] Money, cash, hoes, money, cash, hoes (What) Money, cash, hoes, money, cash, hoes (Uh) Money, cash, hoes, money, cash, hoes (C'mon) Money, cash, hoes, (What) hoes, (What) hoes (What) Money, cash, hoes, money, cash, hoes (What) Money, cash, hoes, money, cash, hoes (Uh) Money, cash, hoes, money, cash, hoes (C'mon) Money, cash, hoes, (What) hoes, (What) hoes (What) [Verse 3: DMX] D-M-X and my dogs bite Jigga, my nigga, rhyme all night Thugs for life, one night with this rap shit Let 'em go and I bet they know what'll happen When we clap shit Acting like we owe 'em something Then we show 'em something Talking greasy, I think they found 'em down the road or something (Wooh) Fucking with a mad man in a bad mood Is like fucking with a mad dog that wants mad food And the only thing that's stopping him is you (WHAT!) So the only thing that he'll be dropping is you (WHAT!) Chopping in two (COME ON!) Then he drop it to Clue, and the response from the street: This is one dog that loves raw meat (woo!) But getting back to, just 'cause I, love my niggas I shed blood, for my niggas Let a nigga holla, "where my niggas?" All I'ma hear is "right here my nigga!" [Chorus: Jay-Z & DMX] Money, cash, hoes, money, cash, hoes (What) Money, cash, hoes, money, cash, hoes (Uh) Money, cash, hoes, money, cash, hoes (C'mon) Money, cash, hoes, (What) hoes, (What) hoes (What) Money, cash, hoes, money, cash, hoes (What) Money, cash, hoes, money, cash, hoes (Uh) Money, cash, hoes, money, cash, hoes (C'mon) Money, cash, hoes, (What) hoes, (What) hoes (What) [Outro: Jay-Z] Roc-A-Fella shit Uh huh uh huh, Ruff Ryders Pa-pause My nigga Swizz Uh huh, uh huh Don't stop, beatch Uh, uh huh, yeah Respect the game yo [Interlude: Pain In Da Ass] Okay okay okay, so now the guy's working for Jay-Z Making hot songs But any type of trouble he gets in, he runs to Jay-Z Trouble with the label, he calls Jay-Z But he still has to come up with Jay-Z's money every week no matter what Not selling any records, fuck you pay me Oh you want me in your video, fuck you pay me No one's coming to your shows huh, fuck you pay me And then what do you do when you can't borrow another dollar from the label? You can't sell any singles in the stores? You light a match....you blow the joint *explosion*13

Hip-HopRap

N.Y. State of Mind

Nas

[Produced by DJ Premier] [Intro] Yeah, yeah Ayo, Black—it's time, word (Word, it's time, man) It's time, man (Aight, man, begin) Yeah—straight out the fuckin' dungeons of rap Where fake niggas don't make it back I don't know how to start this shit, yo—now; [Verse 1] Rappers; I monkey flip 'em with the funky rhythm, I be kickin' Musician, inflictin' composition of pain I'm like Scarface sniffin' cocaine Holdin' an M16, see, with the pen I'm extreme Now, bullet holes left in my peepholes I'm suited up with street clothes, hand me a 9 and I'll defeat foes Y'all know my steelo, with or without the airplay I keep some E&J, sittin' bent up in the stairway Or either on the corner bettin' Grants with the cee-lo champs Laughin' at base-heads, tryna sell some broken amps G-packs get off quick, forever niggas talk shit Reminiscin' about the last time the task force flipped Niggas be runnin' through the block shootin' Time to start the revolution, catch a body, head for Houston Once they caught us off-guard, the MAC-10 was in the grass, and I ran like a cheetah, with thoughts of an assassin Picked the MAC up, told brothers "Back up!" — the MAC spit Lead was hittin' niggas, one ran, I made him back-flip Heard a few chicks scream, my arm shook, couldn't look Gave another squeeze, heard it click, "Yo, my shit is stuck!" Tried to cock it, it wouldn't shoot, now I'm in danger Finally pulled it back and saw three bullets caught up in the chamber So, now I'm jettin' to the buildin' lobby And it was full of children, prob'ly couldn't see as high as I be (So, what you sayin'?) It's like the game ain't the same Got younger niggas pullin' the triggers, bringin' fame to their name And claim some corners, crews without guns are goners In broad daylight, stick-up kids, they run up on us .45’s and gauges, MAC's in fact Same niggas will catch you back-to-back, snatchin' your cracks In black, there was a snitch on the block gettin' niggas knocked So hold your stash 'til the coke price drop I know this crackhead who said she gotta smoke nice rock And if it's good, she'll bring you customers and measuring pots But yo, you gotta slide on a vacation Inside information keeps large niggas erasin' and their wives basin' It drops deep as it does in my breath I never sleep, 'cause sleep is the cousin of death Beyond the walls of intelligence, life is defined I think of crime when I'm in a New York State of Mind You might also like[Chorus] New York state of mind New York state of mind New York state of mind New York state of mind [Verse 2] Be havin' dreams that I'm a gangsta, drinkin' Moëts, holdin' TEC's Makin' sure the cash came correct, then I stepped Investments in stocks, sewin' up the blocks to sell rocks Winnin' gunfights with mega-cops But just a nigga walkin' with his finger on the trigger Make enough figures until my pockets get bigger I ain't the type of brother made for you to start testin' Give me a Smith & Wesson, I'll have niggas undressin' Thinkin' of cash flow, Buddha and shelter Whenever frustrated, I'ma hijack Delta In the PJ's, my blend tape plays, bullets are strays Young bitches is grazed, each block is like a maze Full of black rats trapped, plus the Island is packed From what I hear in all the stories when my peoples come back Black, I'm livin' where the nights is jet-black The fiends fight to get crack, I just max, I dream I can sit back And lamp like Capone, with drug scripts sewn Or the legal luxury life, rings flooded with stones, homes I got so many rhymes, I don't think I'm too sane Life is parallel to Hell, but I must maintain And be prosperous, though we live dangerous Cops could just arrest me, blamin' us; we're held like hostages It's only right that I was born to use mics And the stuff that I write is even tougher than dykes I'm takin' rappers to a new plateau, through rap slow My rhymin' is a vitamin held without a capsule The smooth criminal on beat breaks Never put me in your box if your shit eats tapes The city never sleeps, full of villains and creeps That's where I learned to do my hustle, had to scuffle with freaks I'm a addict for sneakers, 20's of Buddha and bitches with beepers In the streets I can greet ya, about blunts I teach ya Inhale deep like the words of my breath I never sleep, 'cause sleep is the cousin of death I lay puzzled as I backtrack to earlier times Nothing's equivalent to the New York state of mind [Chorus] New York state of mind New York state of mind New York state of mind New York state of mind [Outro: Sample] "Nasty Nas—"439

Hip-Hop

Allure

JAY-Z

[Produced by The Neptunes] [Intro: JAY-Z, Pharrell] Young! It's the life Once again it's the life, yes I don't know why, I.. get so high oh It's intoxicating, man, y'all don't know why you do what you do Get so high oh, get so high, high off the life [Verse 1: JAY-Z] The allure of breaking the law Was always too much for me to ever ignore I've got a thing for the big-body Benzes, it dulls my senses In love with a V-Dub engine Man, I'm high off life, fuck it, I'm wasted Bathing Ape kicks, Audemars Piguet wrist My women-friends get tennis bracelets Trips to Venice, get their Winters replaced with The sun...it ain't even fun no more, I'm jaded Man, it's just a game, I just play it to play it I put my feet in the footprints left to me Without saying a word, the ghetto's got a mental telepathy Man, my brother hustled so, naturally Up next was me, but what perplexes me Shit, I know how this movie ends, still I play The starring role in "Hovito's Way" You might also like[Chorus: JAY-Z, Pharrell] It's just life, I solemnly swear To change my approach, stop shaving coke Stay away from hoes, put down the toast 'Cause I be doing the most (Oh no!) But every time I felt "That was that", it called me right back It called me right back Man, it called me right back (Oh no!) [Verse 2: JAY-Z] I'm like a Russian mobster, drinking distilled vodka Until I'm under the field with Hoffa, it's real Peel the top up like a toupée, mix the water with the soda Turn the pot up, make a soufflé All of y'all can get it like group-page on your two-way I'm living proof that crime do pay Say "hooray" to the bad guy, and all the broads Putting cars in their name, for the stars of the game Putting 'caine in their bras and their tomorrows on the train: All in the name of love Just to see that love locked in chains and the family came Over the house to take back everything that they claimed Or even the worse pain is the distress Learning you're the mistress only after that love gets slain And the anger and the sorrow mixed up leads to mistrust Now it gets tough to ever love again But the allure of the game, keeps calling your name To all the Lauras of the world, I feel your pain To all the Christies in different cities and Tiffany Lanes: We all hustlers in love with the same thing [Chorus: JAY-Z, Pharrell] It's just life, I solemnly swear To change my approach, stop shaving coke Stay away from hoes, put down the toast 'Cause I be doing the most (Oh no!) But every time I felt "That was that", it called me right back It called me right back Man, it called me right back (Oh no!) [Verse 3: Jay-Z] I never felt more alive than riding shotgun In Klein's green 5, until the cops pulled guns And I tried to smoke weed to give me the fix I need - What the game did to my pulse - with no results And you can treat your nose and still won't come close The game is a light bulb with eleventy-million volts And I'm just a moth addicted to the floss The doors lift from the floor and the tops come off By any means necessary, whatever the cost Even if it means lives is lost And I can't explain why I just love to get high Drink, "life!" smoke the blueberry sky, blink twice I'm in the blueberry 5, you blink three times I may not even be alive I mean even James Dean couldn't escape the allure Dying young, leaving a good-looking corpse Of course... [Chorus: JAY-Z, Pharrell] It's just life, I solemnly swear To change my approach, stop shaving coke Stay away from hoes, put down the toast 'Cause I be doing the most (Oh no!) But every time I felt "That was that", it called me right back It called me right back Man, it called me right back (Oh no!) [Outro: JAY-Z, Pharrell] Once again its the life Yeah I said its the life Once I again its the life (Oh no! I don't know why, I...) (Get so high oh) (Get so high oh) (Get so high, high off the life)23

Hip-HopRap

Why

Jadakiss

[Intro: Jadakiss] Haha! Is that real! [Verse 1: Jadakiss & Anthony Hamilton] Yo, why is Jadakiss as hard as it gets? Why is the industry designed to keep the artist in debt? And why them dudes ain't ridin' if they part of your set? And why they never get it poppin' but they party to death? Yeah, and why they gonna give you life for a murder? Turn around, only give you eight months for a burner? It's goin' down; why they sellin' niggas' CD's for under a dime? And if it's all love, daddy, why you come with your 9? Why my niggas ain't get that cake? Why is a brother up north better than Jordan That ain't get that break? Why you don't stack instead of tryin' to be fly? Why is rattin' at an all time high? Why are you even alive? (Why?) Why they kill 2Pac and Chris? Why at the bar you ain't take straight shots instead of poppin' Cris? (Oh, why?) Why them bullets have to hit that door? Why did Kobe have to hit that raw? Why'd he kiss that whore? Why?! (Good lord, tell me why) [Chorus: Anthony Hamilton] All that I’ve been given It's this pain that I’ve been livin' They got me in the system Why they gotta do me like that? Tried to make it my way But got sent on up the highway Why? Oh why? Why they gotta do me like that? See Jadakiss LiveGet tickets as low as $41You might also like[Verse 2: Jadakiss] Why do niggas push pounds and powder? Why did Bush knock down the towers? Why you around them cowards? Why Aaliyah have to take that flight? Why my nigga D ain't pull out his Ferrari? Why he take that bike? Why they gotta open your package and read your mail? Why they stop lettin' niggas get degrees in jail? Why you gotta do 85% of your time? And why do niggas lie in 85% of they rhymes? Why a nigga always want what he can't have? Why I can't come through in the pecan Jag? Why did crack have to hit so hard? Even though it's almost over, why niggas can't get no jobs? Why they come up with the witness protection? Why they let the Terminator win the election? Come on, pay attention! Why I sell in the stores what you could sell in the streets? Why I say the hottest shit but be sellin' the least? why [Chorus: Anthony Hamilton] All that I’ve been given It's this pain that I’ve been livin' They got me in the system Why they gotta do me like that? Tried to make it my way But got sent on up the highway Why? Oh why? Why they gotta do me like that? [Verse 3: Jadakiss] Why Halle have to let a white man pop her to get a Oscar? Why Denzel have to be crooked before he took it? Why they didn't make the CL6 with a clutch? And if you don't smoke Then why the hell you reachin' for my dutch?! Why rap? ‘Cause I need air time Why be on the curb with a "Why lie? I need a beer" sign? Why all the young niggas is dyin'? ‘Cause they moms at work They pops is gone, they livin' with iron Why they ain't give us a cure for AIDS? Why my diesel have fiends in the spot on the floor for days? Why you screamin' like it's a slug? It's only the hawk Why my buzz in L.A. ain't like it is in New York? Why they forcin' you to be hard? Why ain't you a thug by choice? Why the whole world love my voice? Why? Try to tell 'em that it's the flow, son And you know why they made the new twenties? ‘Cause I got all the old ones — that's why! [Chorus: Anthony Hamilton] All that I’ve been given Is this pain that I’ve been livin' They got me in the system Why they gotta do me like that? Tried to make it my way But got sent on up the highway Why? Oh why? Why they gotta do me like that? [Outro: Anthony Hamilton] Why? Oh, why? Oh! Why, oh Why? Tell me why? Why?18

Hip Hop

Gihad

Raekwon

[Intro: Raekwon] Yeah One-two (You got that?) Yeah, let's go Silent King Yeah The big park shit You know how it go In them alleys (I'ma holler at you, though) [Verse 1: Raekwon] Since rap got locked right before we visit the '90s Chef in the kitchen, cooking up with the crimeys It's late fall, dime season We bought the crib next to Bill Clinton' mother 'Cause she fuck with the Chinese They hitting niggas with hero'n' It's fourteen of us with beamers We won't stop pitching the Chevron It's packed, kid, Black kids don't know how to act They flashing Macs, Gillettes, a couple of stacks, yo The systems is -upid Yup, shorty with the pumps on And dunks get provided and scooped, kid And bloodhounds is hating, they knowing how the kid get down Silent shottys with grenades, I'm waiting And everybody love vintage You see like four, five niggas with half-moons and wave intentions "What's really good?" "The 'dro hit 'em, killed 'em in the hotel Heard he had some old chick with him" You might also like[Hook: Raekwon & Ghostface Killah] That's how we make it happen, that's how we break it down Hood all day, nigga, watch how we take the town That's why we do the do, just know who is who Acknowledge me all day (Yo!), and understand Wu is Wu [Verse 2: Ghostface Killah] But on the other side of town, it's Tony, laid up (Ugh) This white chick want to gargle my nuts I put the Bailey's down, tap the blunt out Grabbed her by her hair, watch blondie-love whip my dick out Spit dripping down my balls, she slobbing me "That's right! Suck that dick! Get it hard for me" Pyrex in one hand, large amount of grams in it, rocked up And she pregnant, my little man got her knocked up He popped up ("Oh, shit!") I'm like a crooked cop Richard Gere, big smirk on, getting my cock sucked He pulled the joint out, a bullet spun out, but it was too late Already nutted on the side of her mouth Side of her face, and hair like Something About Mary I can't front, my son gun look scary ("Whoa...") "Chill! She's a whore! You knew it from the time we ran trains on her And you still went and fucked her raw? Come on, son, give me the gun ("Gimme that!") You gonna kill me over this bum-ass bitch you can't resist? Remember Vel' had her in the telly, taking the fist? Watch how you aiming that shit, you should be aiming at Trish She take a bone like a ribeye steak at Ruth's Chris Yo, be easy on the trigger, son, you squeezing the fifth I only did it just to show you she's the easiest bitch" He came close, had to duff him—"Nigga, give me that shit" [Hook: Raekwon] That's how we make it happen, that's how we break it down Hood all day, nigga, watch how we take the town That's why we do the do, just know who is who Acknowledge me all day, and understand Wu is Wu [Outro: Ghostface Killah] "Fuck your gun, motherfucker. I di—Pull a fucking gun on me again, I'll blow your little balls off. Go to the store and get me a fucking 40 'fore I smack the shit out you, man. Word up. While you're at it, go to the freezer. Get a steak, man, for your eye, nigga. Word up. Put some bologna on your face or something, nigga Make sure my 40 cold, too, when you bring it back. And when you get back, bag this shit up, nigga. Word up. I don't give a fuck if you 25, nigga. You my son, nigga. Word up. That's why I let you slide, nigga. Word. Get you a 40, too, and a pacifier, nigga. And a bib and a diaper."1

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Yellow Brick Road

Eminem

[Intro: Morris Casuto, Spiro Agnew, Randy Blazak & Eminem] What we have to do is deal with it when these individuals are young enough, if you will, to be saved, not in a religious sense, but not to constitute what this country at times calls (Yeah) their throwaway children We seem to be approaching (C'mon!) an age of the gross (*Burp*) We all have this idea that we should move up a little bit from our parents' station and each—and each generation should do a little bit better [Verse 1: Eminem] All right, come on, let's cut the bullshit, enough Let's get it started, let's start addressin' this issue, and open it up Let's take this shit back to the basement and we can discuss Statements that's made on this tape and its whole origin of The music that we all know and love, the music we all enjoy The music you accuse me of tryin' to destroy Let's rewind it to '89 when I was a boy On the East Side of Detroit, crossin' 8 Mile into Warren Into hick territory; I'd like to share a story This is my story, and can't nobody tell it for me You have well informed me, I am well-aware That I don't belong here: you've made that perfectly clear I get my ass kicked damn near everywhere From Bel-Aire shopping center just for stoppin' in there From the black side all the way to the white side Okay, there's a bright side, a day that I might slide You may call it a pass, I call it haulin' my ass Through that patch of grass over them railroad tracks Oh, them railroad tracks, them old railroad tracks Them good old notorious so well known tracks You might also like[Chorus: Eminem] So, let's go back, follow the yellow brick road As we go on another episode Journey with me as I take you through this nifty little place That I once used to call home sweet home Come on, let's go back, follow the yellow brick road As we go on another episode Journey with me as I take you through this nifty little place That I once used to call home sweet home [Bridge: Eminem] I'd roam the streets so much they called me a drifter Sometimes I'd stick up a thumb just to hitchhike Just to get picked up to get me a lift to 8 Mile and Van Dyke or steal a goddamn bike From somebody's backyard, and drop it off at the park That was the halfway mark, to meet Kim had to walk Back to her mama's on Chalmers after dark To sneak me in the house when I'm kicked out my mom's That's about the time I first met Proof With Goofy Gary on the steps at Osborn, handin' out some flyers We was doin' some talent shows at Center Line High I told him to stop by and check us out sometime He looked at me like I'm out my mind Shook his head like, "White boys don't know how to rhyme." I spit out a line and rhymed "birthday" with "first place" And we both had the same rhymes that sound alike We was on the same shit, that Big Daddy Kane shit Where compound syllables sound combined From that day we was down to ride Somehow we knew we'd meet again somewhere down the line [Chorus: Eminem] So, let's go back, follow the yellow brick road As we go on another episode Journey with me as I take you through this nifty little place That I once used to call home sweet home Come on, let's go back, follow the yellow brick road As we go on another episode Journey with me as I take you through this nifty little place That I once used to call home sweet home [Verse 2: Eminem] My first year in 9th grade, can't forget that day at school It was cool 'til your man MC Shan came through He said that Puma's the brand ‘cause the Klan makes Troops It was rumors, but man, goddamn, they flew Musta been true, because man, we done banned they shoes I had the new ones, the Cool J Ice Lamb, suede too But we just threw 'em in the trash like they yesterday's news Guess who came through next? X Clan debuted Professor X (Vanglorious!) "Exist in a state of red, black and green, with a key, sissies!" Now with this bein' the new trend, we don't fit in Crackas is out with Cactus Albums, blackness is in African symbols and medallions represent Black Power And we ain't know what it meant, me and my man Howard And Butter would go to the mall With 'em all over our necks like we're showin' 'em off Not knowin' at all we was bein' laughed at "You ain't even half black! You ain't 'posed to have that, homie, let me grab that! And that Flavor Flav clock, we gon' have to snatch that!" All I remember is meetin' back at Manix's basement, sayin' how we hate this How racist but dope the X Clan's tape is Which reminds me, back in '89, me And Kim broke up for the first time; she was tryin' to two-time me And there was this black girl at our school, who thought I was cool ‘Cause I rapped, so she was kinda eyein' me And oh the irony, guess what her name was? Ain't even gonna say it, plus The same color hair as hers was and blue contacts And a pair of jugs, the bombest goddamn girl in our whole school If I could pull her, not only would I become more popular But I would be able to piss Kim off at the same time But it backfired I was supposed to dump her but she dumped me for this black guy And that's the last I ever seen or heard Or spoke to the "Ole Foolish Pride" girl, but I've heard People say they heard the tape and it ain't that bad But it was: I singled out a whole race And for that I apologize, I was wrong ‘Cause no matter what color a girl is, she's still a— [Chorus: Eminem] So, let's go back, follow the yellow brick road As we go on another episode Journey with me as I take you through this nifty little place That I once used to call home sweet home Come on, let's go back, follow the yellow brick road As we go on another episode Journey with me as I take you through this nifty little place That I once used to call home sweet home [Outro: Debbie Mathers] Fuck out of my house, you fuckin' pieces of shit! Get the fuck out of my house, you stupid fucker! You son of a bitch!54

Rap

To Live and Die in L.A.

2Pac

[Intro] “Street Science, you’re on the air. What do you feel when you hear a record like 2Pac’s new one?” “I love 2Pac’s new record.” “Right, but don’t you feel like that creates tension between East and West? I mean, he’s talking about killing people, ‘I had sex with your wife’ — and not in those words. But he’s talking about, ‘I wanna see you deceased’..." [Intro: 2Pac] I love L.A No Doubt To live and die in L.A. (California) No matter what you say about Los Angeles It's still the only place for me It never rains in Southern California [Verse 1: 2Pac] To live and die in L.A Where everyday we try to fatten our pockets Us niggas hustle for the cash, so it's hard to knock it Everybody got they own thing, currency chasin' Worldwide through the hard times, worrying faces Shed tears as we bury niggas close to heart What was a friend, now a ghost in the dark Cold part about it, nigga got smoked by a fiend Tryin' to floss on him, blind to a broken man's dream A hard lesson, court cases keep me guessin' Plea bargain ain't an option now, so I'm stressin' Cost me more to be free than a life in the pen' Makin' money off of cuss words, writin' again Learn how to think ahead, so I fight with my pen Late night down sunset, likin' the sin What's the worst they can do to a nigga? Got me lost in Hell, to live and die in L.A. on bail You might also like[Chorus: Val Young & 2Pac] My angel sing To live and die in L.A., it's the place to be And the angels go You've got to be there to know it When everybody wanna see To live and die in L.A To live and die in L.A., it's the place to be You've got to be there to know it When everybody wanna see [Verse 2: 2Pac] It's the city of angels and constant danger South Central L.A. can't get no stranger Full of drama like a soap opera On the curb watchin' the ghetto bird helicopters I observe so many niggas gettin' three strikes, tossed in jail I swear, the pen' right across from hell I can't cry, ‘cause it's on now I'm just a nigga on his own now Livin' life thug style, so I can't smile Writing to my peoples when they ask for pictures Thinkin' Cali just fun and bitches Better learn about the dress code, B's and C's All them other niggas copycats, these is G's I love Cali like I love women ‘Cause every nigga in L.A. got a little bit of thug in 'em We might fight amongst each other But I promise you this: we'll burn this bitch down, get us pissed To live and die in L.A [Chorus: Val Young & 2Pac] To live and die in L.A., it's the place to be Let my angels sing You've got to be there to know it When everybody wanna see And my angels go To live and die in L.A., it's the place to be To live and die in L.A You've got to be there to know it When everybody wanna see [Verse 3: 2Pac] It wouldn't be L.A. without Mexicans Black love, Brown Pride in the sets again Pete Wilson tryin' to see us all broke I'm on some bullshit out for everything they owe Remember KDAY? Weekends, Crenshaw, MLK? Automatics rang free, niggas lost they way Gang signs being shown, nigga, love yo' hood But recognize and it's all good Where the weed at? Niggas gettin' shermed out Snoop Dogg in this motherfucker permed out M.O.B., Big Suge in the Lo-Lo, bounce and turn Dogg Pound in the Lex with a ounce to burn Got them Watts niggas with me, O.F.T.B They got some hash, took the stash, left the rest for me Neckbone, Tre, Heron, Buntry too Big Rock got knocked, but this one's for you I hit the studio and drop a jewel, hopin' it pay Gettin' high, watchin' time fly; to live and die in L.A [Chorus: Val Young & 2Pac] To live and die in L.A., it's the place to be Let my angel sing You've got to be there to know it When everybody wanna see And my angels go To live and die in L.A., it's the place to be To live and die in L.A You've got to be there to know it When everybody wanna see Let my angel sing [Outro: 2Pac] This go out for 92.3 and 106 All the radio stations that be bumpin' my shit Makin' my shit sells quadruple quintuple platinum (To live and die in L.A., mhmmm) This go out to all the magazines that support a nigga All the real motherfuckers (To live and die in L.A., mhmmm) All the stores, the mom and pop spots A&R people, all y'all motherfuckers (To live and die in L.A., mhmmm) L.A., "California Love" part motherfuckin' two Without gay ass Dre (To live and die in L.A., mhmmm) (To live and die in L.A., mhmmm)41

Gangsta Rap

Thank You

JAY-Z

[Intro] Thank you, thank you very much for coming out this evening [Refrain] Thank you, thank you, thank you, you're far too kind Hold your applause, this is your song, not mines [Verse 1] Thank you, thank you, thank you, please hold your applause For I just applied logic—keys, keys open doors Now I'm balcony, opera, black tux, binocular Black Luxe, stop it, I shouldn't be so popular Name keep poppin' up, face keep poppin' up On the tube, I'm just watchin' Pacquaio box 'em up How would I know HBO would get a shot of us? Sittin' so close that we almost got snot on us Please don't bow in my presence—how am I a legend? I just got ten #1 albums, maybe now eleven? More hits than a Now 11; that is no reason To treat me like I'm somehow from outta heaven Heaven knows that I've made my mistakes Thank God, what a guy, as I say my grace! Who woulda thought by makin' birds migrate for the winter I be fly all summer? Might I say [Refrain] Thank you, thank you, thank you, you're far too kind Hold your applause, this is your song, not mines Thank you, thank you, thank you, you're far too kind Do me a favor, don't do me no favors, I'll handle mines You might also like[Verse 2] Hovi baby, we are really high, really high tonight We tip the waiter a hundred dollars to keep the ice cold, alright We the last ones to keep the wise guys code alive If I can't live by my word, then I'd much rather die No no, don't thank me, this is just how my suit is stitched I'm cut from a different cloth, I'm just who the shoe fits For The Color of Money like a Tom Cruise flick 'Cept I put eight balls in corners without usin' pool sticks Beautiful music when champagne flutes click, eh Beautiful women sippin' through rouge lips, eh Dangers approaches, we're like: "Wait, who's this?" Let us save you some trouble, son, what size suit you is? This way after the Ruger shoots through a few clips You can lay in your casket just as you is We appreciate the target practices We'll be sure to send flower baskets, kid [Refrain] Thank you, thank you, thank you, you're far too kind Hold your applause, this is your song, not mines Thank you, thank you, thank you, you're far too kind Do me a favor, don't do me no favors, I'll handle mines [Verse 3] I was gonna kill a couple rappers, but they did it to themselves I was gon' do it with the flow, but they did it with their sales I was gon' 9/11 'em, but they didn't need the help And they did a good job, them boys is talented as hell 'Cause not only did they brick, they put a building up as well Then ran a plane into that building and when that building fell Ran to the crash site with no masks and inhaled Toxins deep inside their lungs until both of them was filled Blew a cloud out like a L into a jar, then took a smell 'Cause they heard that second hand smoke kills Niggas thought they was ill, found out they was ILL And it's like you knew exactly how I wanted you to feel [Refrain] Thank you, thank you, thank you, you're far too kind Hold your applause, this is your song, not mines Thank you, thank you, thank you, you're far too kind Do me a favor, don't do me no favors, I'll handle mines [Outro] We are really high, really really high, no Really really high, really high tonight, ha We are really high, really high tonight We are really high, really high tonight Lucky Lefty,, kiss the wife goodnight for me, hehe13

Hip-HopRap

Get ’Em Girls

Cam’ron

[Verse 1] Killa.. let's go I get the boosters boosting, I get computers 'puting Y'all get shot at; call me, I do the shooting I do the recruiting, I tutor the students I nurture their brain, I'm moving the movement Whether Buddhist or Buddha, that's Judas or Judah I got Luger to Ruger, hit from Roota to Toota Chick from hooter to hooter, I put two in producers I'm the real ball story, the loser of "Hoosiers" I rock mostly dosey, I roll mostly dolie I'll leave you wholly-holey, you'll say holy moly Here come the coroner, get em, play Rollie Pollie I'll tell you true stories, how I coldly hold heat When it's repping time, I get on extra grind Fried to fricassee, Pepperseed to Pepperdine Jeff Hamilton, Genesis, leather time Bitches say I'm the man, I tell em never mind [Chorus] They getting nice, they got some ice Let's get the dice and roll em (get 'em girls) They getting chips, they flipping bricks Get the rots and pits, tell em (get 'em girls) She acting feisty, getting sheisty Call the wifey, tell her to (get 'em girl) Just lay back, get your face slapped We at the race track, eight stacks (get 'em girls) You might also like[Verse 2] You acting funny nigga Come... dumb, dummy nigga? Killa keep twenty blickers (I'm getting money nigga) So you should move away, or join the dude 'n play Hey, so you can say (I'm getting money nigga) First pile up in the rear, I style up in my gear Stallion of the year: medallions in my ear Whips on my fists, houses on my wrists Your budget on my neck, your spouse on my dick Posters on the wall, posted on my balls Dick in her mouth, I tell her "I'm gettin money niggaa" Y'all faking the fizzle, I'm caking for shizzle Fuck a Sizzler steak; my estates, they sizzle Ate, boom-boom, my ace boon coon Shake, bake, skate, vroom vroom (We gettin money nigga) 7 to 8, zoom zoom, boom boom tune 'Fore I get life, that boom boom room (I'm gettin money nigga) Wrecks 'n Effects: zoom zoom in poon-poon Since the movie Cocoon, had my Uzi platoon (I'm gettin money nigga) Killa [Chorus] They getting nice, they got some ice Let's get the dice and roll em (get em girls) They getting chips, they flipping bricks Get the rots and pits, tell em (get em girls) She acting feisty, getting sheisty Call the wifey, tell her to (get em girl) Just lay back, get your face slapped We at the race track, eight stacks (get em girls) [Verse 3] My team is the Goonies, we were seen with buffoonies Toonies, best dressed, stay up in Neiman's and Bloomies Want to hit it from the back, she agreed that I'm looney But proceeded to moon me (I'm gettin money nigga) "Baby" b.s. and "honey" do, Cam V.S. 1 and 2 I'll help you get your son out of P.S. 22 Get him a Mauri flow, from the Mauri show Fuck around, y'all gonna be up on the Maury Show He in bootcamp, you on food stamps Welfare, no health care, a true tramp And I'm lokie-lokie, leave you pokey-pokey No Rice a Roni, that's the okey-dokey Me and Toby homie, make you do the hokey-pokey Pull the pound, up and down, turn yourself around shorty Here's some weed, burn yourself a pound whoadie Here's a map, go learn yourself the town, sporty I was down 40, now I'm up 50 Buck 50, but quickly: who could fuck with me? Killa9

Comics and Games

Tha Crossroads (D.J. U-Neek’s Mo Thug Remix)

Bone Thugs-N-Harmony

[Intro: Bone Thugs-N-Harmony] Bone, Bone, Bone, Bone Bone, Bone, Bone, Bone, Bone Now tell me, what ya gonna do (Now, tell me what...) When it ain't nowhere to run When judgment comes for you When judgment comes for you? Now tell me, what ya gonna do (Now, tell me what...) When it ain't nowhere to hide When judgment comes for you 'Cause it's gonna come for you? [Verse 1: Bizzy Bone] Dead souls, nigga, this for Wally Eazy sees Uncle Charlie Little Boo, but God's got him And I'm gonna miss everybody I done rolled with blows like AIDS Looked at him while he laid and prayed But destiny played too deep for me to say Lil' Layzie came to me Told me if he should decease, "well, then please Bury me by my Gran Gran And when you can, come follow me." See Bone Thugs-N-Harmony LiveGet tickets as low as $44You might also like[Verse 2: Layzie Bone] God bless you workin' on a plan to Heaven Follow the Lord all 24/7 days God is who we praise Even though the Devil's all up in my face But He keepin' me safe and in my place Say grace to the gates we race Without a chance to face the judge Then I guess my soul won't budge Grudge, because there's no mercy for thugs Ooh, what could I do? It's all about a family and how we roll Can I get a witness? Let it unfold We livin' our lives to eternal our souls, hey-o-ayo [Bridge: Krayzie Bone] Pray and we pray and we pray And we pray and we pray Every day, every day, every day, every day And we pray and we pray And we pray and we pray Still we lacin' [Verse 3: Krayzie Bone] Now follow me, roll stroll Whether it's Hell or it's Heaven Come let's go take a visit to the people that's long gone, they rest: Wally, Eazy, Terry, Boo And still keepin' up with they family Exactly how many days we got lastin'? While you laughin' we're passin' passin' away God, rest our souls 'Cause I know I might meet you up at the crossroads Y'all know, y'all forever got love from them Bone Thugs, baby [Verse 4: Wish Bone] Lil Eazy long gone Really wish he could come home But when it's time to die, gotta go, bye bye All a lil' thug could do was cry, cry Why'd they kill my dawg? Damn, man, I miss my Uncle Charles, y'all And he shouldn't be gone In front of his home, what they did to Boo was wrong Oh so wrong, was so wrong Gotta hold on, gotta stay strong When the day comes Better believe Bone got a shoulder you can lean on, lean on [Bridge: Bone Thugs-N-Harmony] Pray and we pray and we pray And we pray and we pray Every day, every day, every day, every day And we pray and we pray And we pray and we pray [Chorus: Bone Thugs-N-Harmony] See you at the crossroads, crossroads, crossroads So you won't be lonely See you at the crossroads, crossroads, crossroads So you won't be lonely See you at the crossroads, crossroads, crossroads So you won't be lonely See you at the crossroads, crossroads, crossroads So you won't be lonely [Post-Chorus: Bizzy Bone] And I'm gonna miss everybody And I'm gonna miss everybody (long gone, long gone) And I'm gonna miss everybody (long gone) And I'm gonna miss everybody (long gone) And I'm gonna miss everybody (long gone, long gone) And I'm gonna miss everybody [Bridge 2: Layzie Bone] Livin' in a hateful world Sendin' me (straight to Heaven) That's how we roll Livin' in a hateful world Sendin' me (straight to Heaven) That's how we roll Livin' in a hateful world Sendin' me (straight to Heaven) That's how we roll And I asked the good Lord why He sighed, he told me we live to die [Verse 5: Krayzie Bone] What's up with that murder, y'all? See, my little cousin was hung Somebody really wrong, anybody wanna test us, dawg? And Ms. Sleazy set up Eazy to fall You know while we sinnin' He intendin' on endin' it when it ends He comin' again and again and again Now tell me, what ya gonna do? [Verse 6: Wish Bone] Can somebody anybody tell me why, hey Can somebody anybody tell me why We die, we die? I don't wanna die (Oh so wrong, oh wrong, oh so wrong, oh wrong) [Chorus: Bone Thugs-N-Harmony] See you at the crossroads, crossroads, crossroads So you won't be lonely See you at the crossroads, crossroads, crossroads So you won't be lonely See you at the crossroads, crossroads, crossroads So you won't be lonely See you at the crossroads, crossroads, crossroads So you won't be lonely See you at the crossroads, crossroads, crossroads So you won't be lonely See you at the crossroads, crossroads, crossroads So you won't be lonely See you at the crossroads, crossroads, crossroads So you won't be lonely See you at the crossroads, crossroads, crossroads So you won't be lonely56

Hip-HopRap

Halftime

Nas

[Produced by Large Professor] [Intro] (Right... Right...) Check me out y'all Nasty Nas in your area About to cause mass hysteria [Verse 1] Before a blunt, I take out my fronts Then I start to front, matter of fact, I be on a manhunt You couldn't catch me in the streets without a ton of reefer That's like Malcolm X catchin' the Jungle Fever King poetic, too much flavor, I'm major Atlanta ain't Brave-r, I pull a number like a pager ‘Cause I'mma ace when I face the bass 40-side is the place that is givin' me grace Now wait, another dose and you might be dead And I'm a Nike-head, I wear chains that excite the Feds And ain't a damn thing gonna change I'm a performer, strange, show the mic warmer was born to gain Nas, why did you do it? You know you got the mad-phat fluid when you rhyme It's halftime [Chorus] (Right...) It's halftime (Right...) A-yo, it's halftime (Right...) It's halftime (Right...) Yeah, it's about halftime This is how it feel, check it out, how it feel You might also like[Verse 2] It's like that, you know it's like that I got it hemmed, now you never get the mic back When I attack, there ain't a army that could strike back So I react, never calmly on a hype track I set it off with my own rhyme ‘Cause I'm as ill as a convict who kills for phone time I max like cassettes, I flex like sex In your stereo sets, Nas'll catch wreck I used to hustle, now all I do is relax and strive When I was young, I was a fan of The Jackson 5 I drop jewels, wear jewels, hope to never run it With more kicks than a baby in a mother's stomach Nasty Nas has to rise ‘cause I'm wise This is exercise 'til the microphone dies Back in '83, I was an MC sparkin' But I was too scared to grab the mics in the parks and Kick my little raps ‘cause I thought niggas wouldn't understand And now in every jam, I'm the fuckin' man I rap in front of more niggas than in the slave ships I used to watch "CHiPs", now I load Glock clips I got to have it, I miss Mr. Magic Versatile, my style switches like a faggot But not bisexual, I'm an intellectual of rap I'm a professional, and that's no question, yo of the man, you can't near it, understand? ‘Cause in the streets, I'm well-known like the number man Am I in place with the bass and format? Explore rap, and tell me Nas ain't all that And next time I rhyme, I be foul Whenever I freestyle, I see trial niggas say I'm wild I hate a rhyme-biter's rhyme Stay tuned, Nas soon, the real rap comes at halftime [Chorus] (Right...) It's halftime (Right...) Exhale, check it, it's halftime (Right...) It's halftime (Right...) It's real in the field Word life, check it [Verse 3] I got it goin' on, even flip a morning song Every afternoon, I kick half the tune And in the darkness, I'm heartless like when the NARC's hit Word to Marcus Garvey, I hardly sparked it ‘Cause when I blast the herb, that's my word I be slayin' 'em fast, doin' this, that and the third But chill, pass to Andre, and let's slay I bag bitches up at John Jay and hit a matinée Puttin' hits on 5-0 ‘Cause when it's my time to go, I wait for God with the .44 And biters can't come near And yo, go to Hell to the foul cop who shot Garcia I won't plant seeds, don't need an extra mouth I can't feed That's extra Phillie change, more cash for damp weed This goes out to Manhattan, the Island of Staten Brooklyn and Queens is livin' fat and The Boogie Down, enough props, enough clout Ill Will, rest in peace, yo I'm out [Outro] (Right...) It's still halftime (Right...) To the Queensbridge crew To the Queensbridge crew, you know it's halftime (Right...) '92, it's halftime (Right...) Yo police, police man, yo let's get ghost Halftime...63

Hip-Hop

The World Is Yours

Nas

[Produced by Pete Rock] [Chorus: Pete Rock + Nas] (It's yours) Whose world is this? The world is yours, the world is yours It's mine, it's mine, it's mine—whose world is this? (It's yours) It's mine, it's mine, it's mine—whose world is this? The world is yours, the world is yours It's mine, it's mine, it's mine—whose world is this? [Verse 1: Nas] I sip the Dom P, watchin' Gandhi 'til I'm charged, then Writin' in my book of rhymes, all the words past the margin To hold the mic I’m throbbin', mechanical movement Understandable smooth shit that murderers move with The thief's theme, play me at night, they won't act right The fiend of hip-hop has got me stuck like a crack pipe The mind activation, react like I'm facin' Time like Pappy Mason, with pens I'm embracin' Wipe the sweat off my dome, spit the phlegm on the streets Suede Timbs on my feets makes my cipher complete Whether cruisin' in a Sikh's cab or Montero Jeep I can't call it, the beats make me fallin' asleep I keep fallin', but never fallin' six feet deep I'm out for presidents to represent me (Say what?) I'm out for presidents to represent me (Say what?) I'm out for dead presidents to represent me You might also like[Chorus: Pete Rock + Nas] Whose world is this? The world is yours, the world is yours It's mine, it's mine, it's mine—whose world is this? The world is yours, the world is yours It's mine, it's mine, it's mine—whose world is this? (It's yours) It's mine, it's mine, it's mine—whose world is this? The world is yours, the world is yours It's mine, it's mine, it's mine—whose world is this? [Verse 2: Nas] To my man Ill Will, God bless your life (It's yours) To my peoples throughout Queens, God bless your life I trip, we box up crazy bitches, aimin' guns in all my baby pictures Beef with housing police, release scriptures that's maybe Hitler's Yet I'm the mild, money-gettin' style, rollin' foul The versatile, honey-stickin', wild, golden child Dwellin' in the Rotten Apple, you get tackled Or caught by the devil's lasso, shit is a hassle There's no days for broke days when sellin' smoke pays While all the old folks pray to Jesús, soakin' they sins in trays Of holy water, odds against Nas is slaughter Thinkin' a word best describin' my life to name my daughter My strength, my son, the star will be my resurrection Born in correction, all the wrong shit I did, he'll lead in right direction How you livin'? Large or broke on charge cards and mediocre? You flippin' coke or playin' spit, spades, and strip poker? [Chorus: Pete Rock + Nas] (It's yours) It's mine, it's mine, it's mine—whose world is this? The world is yours, the world is yours It's mine, it's mine, it's mine—whose world is this? (It's yours) It's mine, it's mine, it's mine—whose world is this? Yo, the world is yours, the world is yours It's mine, it's mine, it's mine—whose world is this? (It's yours) [Bridge] Break it down It's yours, it's yours It's yours, it's yours [Verse 3: Nas] I'm the young city bandit, hold myself down single-handed For murder raps, I kick my thoughts alone, get remanded Born alone, die alone, no crew to keep my crown or throne I'm deep by sound alone, caved inside, 1,000 miles from home I need a new nigga for this black cloud to follow ‘Cause while it's over me it's too dark to see tomorrow Tryin' to maintain, I flip, fill the clip to the tip Picturin' my peeps not eatin' can make my heartbeat skip And I'm amped up, they locked the champ up, even my brain's in handcuffs Headed for Indiana, stabbin' women like the Phantom The crew is lampin' Big Willie style Check the chip-toothed smile, plus I profile wild Stash loot in fly clothes, burnin' dollars to light my stoge Walk the blocks with a bop, checkin' dames, plus the games people play Bust the problems of the world today [Chorus: Pete Rock + Nas] (It's yours) It's mine, it's mine, it's mine—whose world is this? The world is yours, the world is yours It's mine, it's mine, it's mine—whose world is this? (It's yours) It's mine, it's mine, it's mine—whose world is this? (Yeah) The world is yours, the world is yours It's mine, it's mine, it's mine—whose world is this? (It's yours) [Outro: Nas & Pete Rock] (Break it down) Yeah, aight To everybody in Queens, the foundation (It's yours) The world is yours To everybody uptown, yo, the world is yours (It's yours) The world is yours To everybody in Brooklyn Y'all know the world is yours (It's yours) The world is yours Everybody in Mount Vernon, the world is yours (It's yours) Long Island, yo, the world is yours (It's yours) Staten Island, yeah, the world is yours (It's yours) South Bronx, the world is yours (It's yours) Aight181

Hip-Hop

Thuggish Ruggish Bone

Bone Thugs-N-Harmony

[Produced by DJ U-Neek] [Intro] We're not against rap, we're not against rappers But we are against those thugs [Hook: Shatasha Williams] It's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone It's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone It's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone It's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone [Verse 1: Layzie Bone] You're feelin' the strength of the rump, step up Hear the funk of the jump that the thugstas feel Just be thuggin', straight buzzin' Lovin' your peoples cause we so real Chill, better bring your weapon when steppin' Bring on that ammunition, trip and don't slip Not to mention, never knew no competition But I gotta get mine So scream out "Mo'!" and let me hear ya holla Not about that mighty dollar Roll with the Bone, Mo' Thugs will follow Chain gang remaining the same Flaming my dank and drinking brew Thinking about that hanging, clocking my bank And thuggin' with trues, foo's See Bone Thugs-N-Harmony LiveGet tickets as low as $44You might also like[Hook: Shatasha Williams] It's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone It's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone It's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone It's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone [Verse 2: Wish Bone] Get ready for the Bone and the Mo' Thug Bustas, you know me as a hustla Try to creep and get beat Maybe six feet, peep, gotta put them under Straitjackets, gotta make that money, man It's still the same now Bailin' in my black trench vest You gotta be down to bang-bang Come and get this teaching You soldiers how thugstas must stack Me drinkin' me brew 'til me skull crack Wig blew all the way back [Hook: Shatasha Williams] It's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone It's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone It's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone It's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone [Verse 3: Krayzie Bone] Now follow me now, roll, stroll off deep in the land Well creep if you can Take another swig to the brain rose Loc'in, steady chokin' off that potent smoke And running from the po-po now Gotta get up with my thugstas Right turn to the double Glock Pull to the curb, smoke with my hustlas Puff puff to the brain, shot Love P-O-D'd and tweeded Gotta get another case for my trunk Olde English, really don't need it But in case my trues wanna get drunk They pump Bone So leave 'em alone, you don't wanna get shut down Thug runnin' the nine-quad And you better believe they be running this thug style So what now? See the Bone Thug clank Thug never gonna change so flame up Sit back and just smoke to the same cut Leatherface on the creep and I came up [Hook: Shatasha Williams] It's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone It's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone It's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone It's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone [Verse 4: Bizzy Bone] Gotta give it on up to the Glock-Glock Pop-pop, better drop when them buckshot blow! The Bone in me never no hoe so No creepin' up outta the Ziplock So Sin sip gin And Lil Mo Hart run up, nut up and flipped in Then slipped in the clip in Next click and me blood the victim Ever to test nuts, to the chest and put 'em to rest and But I won't test bucks Put a hole up into me vest and Gotta get through my soul but they won't budge Mug, drug, me picked em The blood in me running my mental The thug in me stuck in me keeping it simple The Thug in me running with thugs so To the temple, buck when you duck To the thuggish ruggish T's St. Clair P's to appeal to the G's And a buck to all my enemies [Hook: Shatasha Williams] It's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone It's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone It's the Thuggish Ruggish Boooooone It's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone It's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone [Outro: Shatasha Williams] We got Layzie, and Krayzie Bizzy's in the house, Wish is in the house And Flesh, and Shatasha Cleveland, definitely in the house It's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone It's the Thuggish Ruggish Boooooone It's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone It's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone It's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone It's the Thuggish Ruggish Boooooone41

Hip-HopRap

Pop Bottles

Birdman

[Chorus: Jadakiss, Lil Wayne & Birdman] Start with straight shots and then pop bottles (yeah) Flirt with the hood rats then pop models (uh-huh) Start with straight shots and then pop bottles (yeah) Flirt with the hood rats then pop models Okay we poppin' champagne like we won a championship game Look like I got on a championship ring 'Cause I ball hard, no bitch, we ball harder I am the Birdman, and I'm the J.R.-ah [Verse 1: Lil Wayne] Okay, start with straight shots and then pop bottles Pour it on the models, shut up bitch, swallow If you can't swallow, shut up bitch, gargle Straight up out that water with my Marc Jacobs goggles I'm fresher than a muh'fucker, yep I'm a muh'fucker No I wouldn't take your girl but I'll sure take her tongue from her Can't you tell I'm in love woman, like no other woman? Oh I'm sorry sweetheart, I thought you were my other woman My bad! [Chorus: Jadakiss, Lil Wayne & Birdman] Start with straight shots and then pop bottles (yeah) Flirt with the hood rats then pop models (uh-huh) Start with straight shots and then pop bottles (yeah) Flirt with the hood rats then pop models Okay we poppin' champagne like we won a championship game Look like I got on a championship ring Cause I ball hard, no bitch we ball harder I am the Birdman, and I'm the J.R.-ah You might also like[Verse 2: Birdman] Now as I recline behind my desk I ain't got a lot of Nikes but I got a lot of checks (money) Got my own shoe, brand new on the set Went from sittin' in a cell, to sittin' on a jet From shittin' in a cell, to shittin' on a jet I lost too many friends, but I won too many bets I made too much money, I ain't make enough yet So I scratch, and yes, Junior is the best So many niggas from my hood on they back So many niggas from your hood on they back That's why we so paid and it be like that I'd rather pop a bottle, before I pop a gat [Chorus: Jadakiss, Lil' Wayne & Birdman] Start with straight shots and then pop bottles (yeah) Flirt with the hood rats then pop models (well uh-huh) Start with straight shots and then pop bottles (yeah) Flirt with the hood rats then pop models Okay we poppin' champagne like we won a championship game Look like I got on a championship ring 'Cause I ball hard, no bitch, we ball harder I am the Birdman, and I'm the J.R.-ah [Verse 3: Birdman] Yeah, only sipping red champagne White tee, red hat, red bandanna Uptown, choppers for companions Fuckin' with the Birdman, we choppin' your companion Fuckin' with my son and we run up in your mansion Chopper make music, bitch start dancin' Stunna man back so you know the circumstances And I'm cookin' up the "Carter III", no advances All my cars automative, automatic No lie, we don't even drive no Aston Uptown, we packin' and we stackin' Young Money, Cash Money, we the champions [Chorus: Jadakiss, Lil Wayne & Birdman] Start with straight shots and then pop bottles (yeah) Flirt with the hood rats then pop models (uh-huh) Start with straight shots and then pop bottles (yeah) Flirt with the hood rats then pop models Okay we poppin' champagne like we won a championship game Look like I got on a championship ring 'Cause I ball hard, no bitch, we ball harder I am the Birdman, and I'm the J.R.-ah [Outro: Lil Wayne] Ya dig?!24

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Harlem Streets

Cam’ron

[Produced by Ty-Tracks] [Intro] Killa! (Killa!), Dipset, man Ayo you know I've been all over the motherfucking world, man But ain't no place like Harlem, man Let me break it down, man [Verse 1] We tie dynamite to the rhino type, wino might find yo' sight Sell the information for a dime of white, that China-China I'm behind the diner, selling marijuana to a minor-miner Elder fella; looking for that shine? I'll shine ya My mind designer. You a dime? I'll dine ya Madonna momma, body bottled, you're fine. I'm finer Time to climb her, climb behind vagina Then I hymen-grind her 'til her mom remind her Diamonds blind her; vision's gone, kiss her palm Turn her arm, lift her arm, notice that her wrists is raw "Gotta get it right ma, we gon' get along" Said "how?" "don't trip," but, yo, the trick is wrong First visi-on, day job tick-a-tron Nighttime, Mr. Mom, bootleg Cris' and Dom Brother Chris and Don, and their sister Carm They sell yay', you'll say "yay, this shit's the bomb" I'ma hit my man, tell 'em you my pick upon The rest, so yes, you'll be blessed to hit the intercom You know, kiss his mom, she gave him wisdom charm And their father come from a long list of dons And I get it cheaper, I cop bricks like sneakers And if the cops come, I just hit amnesia But I give you an earful, it's tearful Told my mother I hustle and she said "be careful" You might also like[Chorus] Why I feel like I'm losing weight? Why I ain't got no money if I'm moving weight? My life's based upon what I'ma do this year Cop a boat, cop a Lear Now the army suit's cute with my chocolate Airs You ain't gotta stare, go cop a pair Still the scrutiny, nothing they can do to me I made sure my mother and girl is smothered in pearls When a nigga under the world (Killa!) [Verse 2] Everybody like, "Cam got the recipe now!" Not them 3 girls, I got to be Destiny's Child (gotta be me) Specially equities, reckon we smile Interfere, tech to tech and use the TEC that we wile Detective deceptive, receptive of fouls Hectic, Heckler & Koch Helicopters on the set of my sales Nah, I ain't gonna be embedded in jail Talking to a cellmate in a bed in a jail, dog I broke bread with the whale, fled from some seals (what else?) And the house, I was the head of the hills, shit You get a dumb ho, and get dumb-happy Go to the gun show, get gun-happy (who are we?) Stuck, killed, mugged, milled Tone, flint, sticks, bo, Chub's milk (what up, y'all) Pucci baba, but I got the hardest shells We the Midwest gun cartel, nigga (nigga) Ya, we'll just clap up your brains, snatch up your chains See dog? Rap is my aim But I'm a hustler, in my heart, trapped is the game Attached to my frame, tapped to my brain, the fact still remains: It wasn't rap, it was crack that got the racks on the Range Look dog, don't be asking for Dame, see Playboy, I don't own that man And anyway, homeboy, you a grown-ass man, shit And when I rap it ain't no punchline (not at all) I be on the highway dirty, crunch time No timeouts homeboy, just one time If they find that stash box just one time Shit, they'll put the dogs in the truck Side of the road, holding you up, you cold as a fuck They want that button, lunge it and push it Soon as they lunge it and push it, I run in the bushes That's how I play mine, jump over the grapevine Take my chances one-on-one with the K9 Steel and a clip for anyone squealing they lips Fuck y'all if y'all ain't feeling the Dips (Killa, Killa!) [Chorus] Why I feel like I'm losing weight? Why I ain't got no money if I'm moving weight? My life's based upon what I'ma do this year Cop a boat, cop a Lear Now the army suit's cute with my chocolate Airs You ain't gotta stare, go cop a pair Still the scrutiny, nothing they can do to me I made sure my mother and girl is smothered in pearls When a nigga under the world (Killa!)3

Comics and Games

Grindin’ (Remix)

Clipse

[Chorus: Pusha T & Pharrell] Back yard to yard (Oh), yeah What's the size of them rims on that car nigga, huh? (Grindin') Can they see that chain from afar, nigga, huh? (Grindin') What ya game be like? (Grindin') What ya chain be like? (Grindin') So what ya name be like? (Grindin') Ma, it don't get more ghetto than this [Verse 1: N.O.R.E. & Pharrell] You see I'm grimy-minded, you've been blinded Lookin' for a beat like mine, you can't find it You hear the Clipse and N.O.R.E., gotta rewind it (Beep-beep) Nowadays you get on the run and get finded (Grinding) You know I got guns Why you actin like my daughters? You know I got sons (Grinding) Nah, we won't speak, fam Aiming at ya collar bone, hit ya in ya cheek, fam Grinding [Verse 2: Pusha T] From ghetto to ghetto to backyard to yard I sell it whipped or un-whipped, it's soft or hard Stand on that table, nigga, spit that Cris, nigga Throw that chair, make 'em recognize this raw Playa, look-a here I'm great in the kitchen like Corning cookware Uncle Jemima with my braids wrapped And three-minute recipes for cookin' flapjacks Coke price through the roof, SL, blew the coupe My niece askin' how my rims bigger than a hula-hoop Cuzzo, I make the block holla Take it back to childhood how the scale teeter-totter As I evolve, weight grew heavy It was kinda like my buddy just fell off the see-saw Bricks in the muffler, MAC-11 touch ya Virgina's hustler, I'm here, motherfucker You might also like[Chorus: Pusha T & Pharrell] What's the size of them rims on that car nigga, huh? (Grindin') Can they see that chain from afar nigga, huh? (Grindin') What ya game be like? (Grindin') What ya chain be like? (Grindin') So what ya name be like? (Grindin') Ma, it don't get more ghetto than this [Verse 3: Birdman] I'm Big Tymin' In a bubble-eye Lex, so fly and (So fly, so fly) I cook, cut crack, that's besides me Them big, big rims on tires and we shinin' Me and Weezy (Holla, holla) Gold rims, can't see me (Holla, holla) New Benz on tweezies (Holla, holla) Cadillac truck beamy, fo' sheezy (Brr) [Verse 4: Lil' Wayne] From hood to hood, bitch nigga, yard to yard Hey I'm your hero cause I've got that heroin and that raw Check the rims on my car Nah, don't check 'em, though, 'cause they stuffed with blow Weezy Baby, still in the kitchen Just put a little curve on the shit I'm pitchin' You need a hit like Mark McGwire, come holla I'll watch the base at home, I'm umpire [Refrain: Clipse & Pharrell] Grindin' (Woah) You know what I keep in the lining (Woah) Niggas better stay in line when (Woah) You see a nigga like me shinin' (Grinding) Grindin' (Woah) You know what I keep in the lining (Woah) Niggas better stay in line when (Woah) You see a nigga like me shinin' (Grinding) [Verse 5: Malice] Took 13 South, cross the Bay Bridge with it Ring the triangle, dinner bell, come and get it The time in the kitchen, I dare not mention When my cell phone echo, I swear they listening '89 was my beginning, y'all Young snot-nose, stashed yams in a tennis ball Cops swore we was playing catch, no We was adding stretch, no shorts, beg 'til you outta breath I ducked the feds, they seeing my weight grow Streets love Malice for his comeback ratio If they got popped, we made sure they made bail 'Cause if not, we be scared they gon tell Patty cake, that's me, bake the pies Pyrex, mix that, scrape the sides Grindin', Glock-9 in the lining May God strike a nigga dead if he lying [Chorus: Pusha T & Pharrell] What's the size of them rims on that car nigga, huh? (Grindin') Can they see that chain from afar nigga, huh? (Grindin') What ya game be like? (Grindin') What ya chain be like? (Grindin') So what ya name be like? (Grindin') Ma, it don't get more ghetto than this What's the size of them rims on that car nigga, huh? (Grindin') Can they see that chain from afar nigga, huh? (Grindin') What ya game be like? (Grindin') What ya chain be like? (Grindin') So what ya name be like? (Grindin') Ma, it don't get more ghetto than this2

Hip-HopRap

Keys Open Doors

Clipse

[Chorus: Pusha T] Keys open doors, keys open doors Keys open doors, keys, keys open doors [Verse 1: Pusha T] Yuugh, make your skin crawl Press one button, let the wind fall Who gon' stop us? Fuck the coppers, the mind of a kilo shopper Seein' my life through the windshields of choppers I ain't spent one rap dollar in three years, holla Money's the leash, drag the bitch by a dog collar Now, ho, follow This is my ghetto story like Cham, Ice-P is the Don Dada Open the Frigidaire, twenty-five to life in here So much white you might think your holy Christ is near Throw on your Louis V millionaires to kill the glare Ice trays? Nada, all you'll see is pigeons paired The realest shit I ever wrote, not Pac inspired It's crack pot inspired, my real niggas quote Bitch, never cook my coke, why? Never trust a ho with your child At you make-believe rappers, I smile, hah Canal Streeting my style Like you internet sharin' my files, you MySpace niggas So kill the comparison I'm South Beach sipping on Sarafin Royalty check, nigga, I never been Coke money clean through Merrill Lynch Accountant just gasp at the smell of it Meet the dealer, ain't a bitch realer So you ain't gotta question why Pusha don't feel you Knock it the fuck off You might also like[Chorus: Pusha T & Malice] Keys open doors, keys open doors Keys open doors, keys, keys open doors Keys open doors, keys open doors Keys open doors, keys, keys open doors Keys open doors, keys open doors Keys open doors, keys, keys open doors (Yeah, check it) Keys open doors, keys, keys open doors [Verse 2: Malice] Throw it on the scale, feed your goddamn self Get it how you live, we don't ask for help (No) Word on the street is you gon' love how it melt And I don't come with a pitch neither, the shit sell itself I yell, "Re-up," 'til I'm locked like Mumia And get it cross-state with the grace of Maria Keep on toys, you gon' know us when you see us Livin' street tales worthy of Don Divas Keys in the floor, mistress in Dior Bitch tell me she love me, but I know she's a whore Shit could get ugly should she talk to the law And that's just what I get, it's the Roses of War Fuck the Bureau, rather be spending Euros We get fed grapes, fuck hoes in plurals Just like heaven as I gaze at the mural What a peace of mind when you cop you some Shapiros Cheers to the future as we toast to life I'm Prive-ing in Miami, I'm a socialite, nigga The cars are big, the cribs are bigger The kids are happy, the perfect picture Gemstar razor, the fruit of my labor And I walk with a glow, it's like the Lord's shown favor These bitches fake like the hoes on Flavor But I don't mind spending, all it is is paper, yes [Chorus: Pusha T] Keys open doors, keys open doors Keys open doors, keys, keys open doors Keys open doors, keys open doors Keys open doors, keys, keys open doors Keys open doors, keys open doors Keys open doors, keys, keys open doors Keys open doors, keys, keys open doors24

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Back to the Topic (Freestyle)

J. Cole

[Intro] Yeah, nigga I'ma go ahead and murder this shit Voice gone and shit, I think it's gon' make it sound a lil' A lil' ill, just a lil' iller Yeah, Fayettenam, nigga, yeah [Verse] Carolina blue kicks, pedal to the metal Feeling like a puppet and the Devil is Geppetto Letter to the ghetto, hold your head high You can pick apart my raps, I ain’t told ya nan lie My world a little darker like a fuckin' tan line Go on look for a better nigga, girl you can’t find Fine young man with an old man mind No time for the chick who fucked the whole mankind Aw, no ma'am, I’m an old land mine I been waiting to blow up for a long damn time Now I’m armed and I’m, Fayettenam’s finest Carolina’s savior, marijuana blazer Only on occasion 'cause my mind be racin' Lost in my thoughts so my eyes be Asian Thinking how these rap niggas gotta be fakin' Whole style obviously copied, pasted Plagiarized swag, may arrive last But when it’s all said and done, I’ma be ahead of them Way that I describe it, prescribe a nigga medicine Way that I be fly, I be higher than the Jet-a-sons Moving on up, nigga higher than the Jeffersons All about the Benjamins, bad chicks, send 'em in Basic hoes, toss 'em out, can’t even get Waffle House Hatin’ niggas, chalk 'em out, go on, get the coffin out What you talking about, lil man? My shit here burning, you not even lil’ tan I’m ill enough to kill cancer, baby, I’m chemo Down in Miami and I'm throwed like Marino Get a whole lot of you know and she bald like an Eagle No, not on top but down there She say she want to hop on top, girl, I don’t care You better get yours 'fore I reach mine cause then I’m throwing peace signs If you a freak, I can take you to your peak Girl, I do it to the maximum, Nissan And I hope you a believer I’m quarterbacking, tryna get you open like receivers Far from an overnight achiever Cole is like the leader of the new niggas To tell the truth, I’m only fucking with a few niggas If that, the rest of y'all niggas get lapped I sit back and reflect on the rap game, I came from out of nowhere Nigga, I swear them lames ain’t know how to prepare Got niggas shouting out the 'Ville, "I gotta go there” Boy don’t you know you get shot over there? I say my prayers 'cause this life ain’t fair A bunch of backstabbing niggas, hope the knife ain’t there A bunch of temptation facing when your wife ain’t there Yeah late at night, when I got the phone call and made a right But my crib was straight ahead, shawty gave me head Hit it then I quit it ‘fore she even made the bed Damn I’m no good, but damn it’s so good I’m picturing that body like a camera phone would Something like Rihanna while I’m up in that Vagina Type of chick that only dress in something that’s designer I could give a fuck long as there’s something that’s behind of her Got the type of bumper make a dog wanna hump Back to the topic, actually forgot it Hoes, money, I’m the shit, oh yeah, I’m reminded The way I put the words together, cleverly align 'em These other rap niggas should never be a problem You might also like[Outro] And I’m ghost, nigga, yeah Let me hear that, woo!36

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Just to Get By

J. Cole

[Intro] That was the warm-up, that was the warm-up, baby Aight, Elite, for real, one take, dawg, and I'm up outta here One Yup, yeah [Verse] Lord, please forgive me for my sinnin' I ain’t sayin' that I’m finished, but I’m prayin' in advance 'Cause the way her eyes glance like they playin' in my pants Yeah, ball game, I swear the hoes wasn’t in my plans When a nigga took a chance and came to the big city My beat machine the only fuckin' thing I had with me Like Bobby had Whitney, we was cookin' up crack But them fifteen credits had a nigga off track Picture that, best rapper since Lil Wayne in classes The best bachelor since Bruce Wayne with his bachelor’s But mastered this rap shit, you hear the words comin' from my Lips, bastards, I never crack, I got that Chapstick I practiced 'til that shit made perfect and served it To the people on a silver platter, now where’s the ladder? 'Cause either you gonna whine or you climb; I chose the latter Know you haters is pissed, hold your bladder though ‘Fore you get tossed like a forward lateral, we never tattle Let God handle that, or let the mob handle that No Soprano, half black, half white; I’m a piano I’m an animal, my video on Discovery Channel I’m a beast when my shit hits the streets, these niggas cease To exist, like a beach in a tsunami, you'll find me In the ‘Ville in the state of NC, bitch, if I ain’t back Home, I’m up in NYC, ‘bout that money prob'ly Like a fuckin' robbery, but I ain’t jackin' I’m chasin' dreams sort of like jeans, boy, I ain’t slackin' I’m chasin' dreams sort of like jeans, boy, I ain’t slackin' Hey, take a hard look at my drive nigga, no hackin' On my shit, I’m straight smackin' niggas, straight taggin' niggas Yo, I'm freestylin', fuck y'all niggas, y’all be wylin', and I’m outYou might also like6

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Elevators (Me & You)

OutKast

[Verse 1: André 3000] One for the money, yes, sir, two for the show A couple of years ago on Headland and Delowe Was the start of something good Where me and my nigga rode the MARTA through the hood Just tryna find that hookup Now, every day, we looked up at the ceiling (Yuh) Watching ceiling fans go 'round, tryna catch that feeling off instrumentals Had my pencil, and plus, my paper We caught the 86 Lithonia, headed to Decatur Writing rhymes, tryna find our spot off in that light Light off in that spot, knowing that we could rock Doing the hole-in-the-wall clubs, this shit here must stop Like, "Freeze!" We making the crowd move, but we not making no G's, and that's a no-no [Verse 2: Big Boi] Check it, a-one-two, a-one "Two dope niggas in the Cadillac," they call us Went from "Player's Ball" to ballers Putting the South up on the map was like Little Rock to banging Niggas say, "Motherfuck that playin'," they payin', we stayin', layin' vocals Locales done made it with them big boys up in this industry "OutKast, yeah, them niggas, they making big noise" Over a million sold to this day; niggas, they take it lightly '96 gon' be that year that all y'all player-haters can bite me I'm out this bitch You might also like[Hook] Me and you Your momma and your cousin, too Rolling down the strip on Vogues Coming up, slamming Cadillac doors Me and you Your momma and your cousin, too Rolling down the strip on Vogues Coming up, slamming Cadillac doors [Verse 3: Big Boi] Back in the day, when I was younger, hunger Looking to fill me belly with that Rallys, bullshit Pull shit off, like it was supposed to be pulled Full as a tick, I was stoned like them white boys Smoking them White Golds before them blunts got crunk Chunky asses, passes getting throwed like Hail Marys And they looking like Halle Berrys So, so fine, intertwined, but we ain't sipping wine We's just chilling, I'm the rabid villain, and I'm so high Smoking freely, me, Lil B, Reek, Mone and Shug And my little brother, James, things changed in the hood Where I live at, them rats know, "Momma, I want to sing But, momma, I want to trick (Trick), and momma, I'm sucking dicks, now" We moving on up in the world like elevators Me and the crew, we pimps like '82 Me and you like Tony! Toni! Tone! (Yeah, yeah) Like this, East Point and we gone [Hook] Me and you Your momma and your cousin, too Rolling down the strip on Vogues Coming up, slamming Cadillac doors Me and you Your momma and your cousin, too Rolling down the strip on Vogues Coming up, slamming Cadillac doors [Verse 4: André 3000] Got stopped at the mall the other day Heard a call from the other way that I just came from ("Ayy") Some nigga was saying something Talking 'bout smoke something "Hey, man, you remember me from school?" "No, not really" But he kept smiling like a clown, facial expression looking silly And he kept asking me, "What kinda car you drive? I know you paid, I know y'all got beaucoup hoes From all them songs that y'all done made" And I replied that I'd been going through the same things that he has True, I've got more fans than the average man But not enough loot to last me to the end of the week I live by the beat like you live check-to-check If it don't move your feet, then, I don't eat, so we like neck-to-neck Yes, we done come a long way like them slim-ass cigarettes From Virginia, this ain't gon' stop, so we just gon' continue [Hook] Me and you Your momma and your cousin, too Rolling down the strip on Vogues Coming up, slamming Cadillac doors Me and you Your momma and your cousin, too Rolling down the strip on Vogues Coming up, slamming Cadillac doors Me and you Your momma and your cousin, too Rolling down the strip on Vogues Coming up, slamming Cadillac doors Me and you Your momma and your cousin, too Rolling down the strip on Vogues Coming up, slamming Cadillac doors Me and you41

Hip-HopRap

Hate It or Love It

The Game

[Produced by Cool N Dre] [Intro: 50 Cent] Yeah, let's take 'em back Uh-huh [Verse 1: 50 Cent] Coming up I was confused, my mommy kissing a girl Confusion occurs coming up in the cold world Daddy ain't around, probably out committing felonies My favorite rapper used to sing, "Check, check out my melody" I wanna live good so, shit, I sell dope For a four finger ring, one of them gold ropes Nana told me if I passed I'd get a sheepskin coat If I can move a few packs I'd get the hat, now that'd be dope Tossed and turned in my sleep that night Woke up the next morning, niggas had stole my bike Different day, same shit, ain't nothing good in the hood I'd run away from this bitch and never come back if I could [Chorus: 50 Cent & The Game] Hate it or love it, the underdog's on top And I'm gon' shine, homie, until my heart stop Go 'head envy me, I'm rap's M.V.P And I ain't going nowhere, so you can get to know me Hate it or love it, the underdog's on top And I'm gon' shine, homie, until my heart stop Go 'head envy me, I'm rap's M.V.P And I ain't going nowhere, so you can get to know me See The Game LiveGet tickets as low as $163You might also like[Verse 2: The Game] (G-G-G-G-G-Unit!) On the grill of my lowrider Guns on both sides, right above the gold wires I'll fo'-five 'em, kill a nigga on my song And really do it, that's the true meaning of a ghostwriter 10 G's will take your daughter out her Air Forces Believe you me, homie, I know all about losses I'm from Compton, wear the wrong colors, be cautious One phone call'll have your body dumped in Marcy I stay strapped like car seats Been bangin' since my lil' nigga Rob got killed for his Barkleys That's 10 years, I told Pooh in '95 I'll kill you if you try me for my Air Max 95's Told Banks when I met him I'ma ride And if I gotta die, I'd rather homicide I ain't have 50 cent when my grandmama died Now I'm going back to Cali With my Jacob on, see how time fly? [Chorus: 50 Cent & The Game] Hate it or love it, the underdog's on top And I'm gon' shine, homie, until my heart stop Go 'head envy me, I'm rap's M.V.P And I ain't going nowhere, so you can get to know me Hate it or love it, the underdog's on top And I'm gon' shine, homie, until my heart stop Go 'head envy me, I'm rap's M.V.P And I ain't going nowhere, so you can get to know me [Bridge: 50 Cent] From the beginning to the end Losers lose, winners win This is real, we ain't got to pretend The cold world that we in is full of pressure and pain Enough of me, nigga, now listen to Game [Verse 3: The Game] Used to see Five-O, throw the crack by the bench Now I'm fuckin' with 5-0, it's all starting to make sense My mom's happy, she ain't gotta pay the rent And she got a red bow on that brand new Benz Waiting on Sha Money to land, sitting in the Range Thinking how they spent 30 million dollars on airplanes When there's kids starvin' Pac is gone and Brenda still throwing babies in the garbage I wanna know what's going on like I hear Marvin No schoolbooks, they used that wood to build coffins Whenever I'm in the booth and I get exhausted I think, "What if Marie Baker got that abortion?" I love you, ma [Chorus: 50 Cent & The Game] Hate it or love it, the underdog's on top And I'm gon' shine, homie, until my heart stop Go 'head envy me, I'm rap's M.V.P And I ain't going nowhere, so you can get to know me Hate it or love it, the underdog's on top And I'm gon' shine, homie, until my heart stop Go 'head envy me, I'm rap's M.V.P And I ain't going nowhere, so you can get to know me93

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It’s Like That

JAY-Z

[Intro: Jay-Z, Kid Capri & Both] Yeah, uh-huh, watch this y'all Uhh, watch this y'all C'mon, Jigga, watch this y'all C'mon, Roc-A-Fella y'all.. Huh! Watch this y'all It's Kid Capri and Jay-Z, come on! It's Jay-Z and Kid Capri, don't stop, huh-huh! 'Cause I'm like that y'all, yeah I'm really like that [Verse 1: Jay-Z] As a young'un, dumb and gun in the waist Sold crack to those who couldn't take the pain And had to numb it with base Couldn't drink the Henny straight, I needed somethin to chase Nowadays I throw shots back, leavin' nothin' to waste Life's like a treadmill, niggas runnin' in place Gettin' nowhere fast, a whole year done past I vowed to never stop winnin', 'til the earth stop spinnin' Rock hot linen, cop hot cars and hot women If it's not him then you got it confused, y'all not rememberin' My motto is, simply "I will not lose!" Abide by the block rules, I buy my Glocks used With bodies on it, let me know anybody want it? I'm raised, irrational, ways misunderstood If you ain't live like I live, then one with the hood I done what I could, to come up with this paper 'til this day still Run with the hood, guess it's part of my nature If hell awaits a, nigga I'm comin' with the razors Still flashin' ya shit, try to pass me in a six Type classy on the wrist, every bit of 30 karats This is, not a game this is not why I came May these words find a spot on your brain and burn Then I recycle my life, I shall return You might also like[Chorus: Liz Leite (Jay-Z)] How tight is your flow? ('Cause I'm like that yo) How right is your dough? ('Cause I'm like that yo) How white is your blow? ('Cause I'm like that yo) Only, write what you know ('Cause I'm like that) How tight is your flow? (Just like that yo) How right is your dough? (Just like that, huh) How white is your blow? (Uh huh, 'cause I'm like that) Only, write what you know (Watch this, yeah, watch this yo) [Verse 2: Jay-Z] I'm a hop skip and a jump from grippin' the pump Spittin' a couple of curse words, and hittin' you chump Shit, I get digits in lumps I'm a motherfuckin' problem, is this what you want? Overachiever, I love chicks that puff cheeba in reefer paper I hate the ones that blow up ya beeper 'Cause I, go in deeper, I only bone divas Impregnate the world when I come through your speakers (ha ha!) Fuck hot, my records got the fever Niggas kick dirt, get ya whole block sweeped up I creep up when the beef heats up Caught him with his feet up and shoes off, 'bout to snooze off Hatin', 'cause you can't turn the booze off You dudes is too soft, why I don't fuck with you all I might bark at X, or spit at The LOX But, other than that, I don't be fuckin' with cats Just me, Ty and B-High, thug it like that E, Dame and Biggs, what's fuckin' with that? Y'all can never diss Jigga, get nothin' for that Other than a couple of slugs in ya back (ha ha) Rappers y'all, runnin' around like I won't gun ya down Last nigga that fronted, two shots spun him around Lord, accept this offerin' here's somethin' for your crown (please) I meant no malice, I just met his challenge and won [Chorus: Liz Leite (Jay-Z)] How tight is your flow? ('Cause I'm like that yo) How right is your dough? (Just like that yo) How white is your blow? ('Cause I'm like that yo) Only, write what you know (I'm just like that yo) How tight is your flow? ('Cause I'm like that yo) How right is your dough? ('Cause I'm like that yo) How white is your blow? ('Cause I'm like that yo) Only, write what you know (Just like that yo) How tight is your flow? How right is your dough? How white is your blow? Only, write what you know How tight is your flow? How right is your dough? How white is your blow? Only, write what you know [Ad-libs throughout Chorus: Kid Capri & Jay-Z] Put your hands up, put your hands in the air Put your hands up, get 'em up come on! Put your hands up, get your hands in the air Put your hands up, get 'em up, everybody put 'em up come on! Get 'em up come on! You know what I'm sayin' I'm built like that, you heard? I'm whole another level, we can put it on, you know Jigga, Kid Capri yo Soundtrack to the streets, nigga, huh 'Cause I'm like that y'all, ya heard? Holla back, bounce with me, bounce [Outro: Jay-Z] Girls and guns (uh huh), all I want (bounce) (Bounce with me, come on, bounce) Stock exchange (uh huh), rocks and thangs (bounce, Jigga, haha) Girls and guns (Kid Capri shit, huh), all I want (What's fuckin' with that?) Stock exchange (like that yo), rocks and thangs (I'm just like that yo)4

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More Gangsta Music

Cam’ron

[Intro: Juelz Santana] Gangsta Music, part two Dipset Killa, Heatmakerz, Juelz Santana (C'mon man!) Let's do it [Refrain: Juelz Santana] Can I get a (Jeah!) here! (Jeah!) There Everywhere a (Jeah! Jeah!) Up, down, left, right (Jeah! Jeah! Jeah! Jeah!) Shorty's moving again (Jeah!) Shorty's loose with the pen (Jeah!) Shorty do it to win (Jeah! Jeah! Jeah! Jeah!) [Verse 1: Juelz Santana] Say I walk around like I got a S on my chest TEC on my left, gangstas with me ready to step (Jeah!) I like a chick with big breasts on her chest Not flat, looking like somebody stepped on her chest (Jeah!) What! (Jeah!) Shit! (Jeah!) Fuck! (Jeah!) Bitch! (Jeah!) You so crazy! (Jeah! Jeah! Jeah! Jeah!) My niggas spit the Glock (Oh-so-slow, whoa) Rudeboy, lick a shot (Bo! Bo! Bo! Bo!) Never seen a thinner pot (Hold so much coke!) Cook it to a bigger rock (Hey, hey, oh, whoa) And I be with them gangstas (Jeah!) I creep with the gangstas (Jeah!) Crack a Dutch or Philly and chief-chief with the gangstas I stay with a lady (Jeah!), she stay with a lady (Jeah!) They making me crazy (Jeah! Jeah! Jeah! Jeah!) I spray 'em with babies (Jeah!) In they face 'til they hate me (Jeah!) And I'm making 'em crazy (Jeah! Jeah! Jeah! Jeah!) And they like when I do it (Jeah!) They like when I move it (Jeah!) They like when I work it, they like when I hurt it I stay icy on purpose (Purpose), like icy preservers More than likely, I'm the nicest you heard of! (Jeah!) You might also like[Chorus: Juelz Santana] I'm moving, moving, moving (Jeah!) He's moving, moving, moving (Ayy!) We moving, moving, moving (Jeah!) Stop moving (Ayy!), shots bruise 'em (Jeah!) Two more for Cam for taking over the Roc (Jeah! Jeah!) It's my year, so (Jeah!) It's like the whole Byrd Gang's in here Like Kurt Cobain was here (Jeah! Jeah! Jeah! Jeah!) [Verse 2: Juelz Santana] Still listen to gangsta music (Ayy!) How them gangstas do it (Ayy!) Shorty came to do it (Ayy! Ayy! Ayy! Ayy!) I bang with the five (Ayy!), I see hate in ya eyes (Ayy!) You waitin' to die (Ayy! Ayy! Ayy! Ayy!) I pray for you guys, hate to keep wastin' your lives Love to keep bakin' new pies, scrapin' the scrapes off the side You can love it (Jeah! Ayy!), you can hate it (Jeah! Ayy!) You can want it (Jeah! Ayy! Ayy! Ayy! Ayy!) I'm Babe Ruth in this game, beige coupe in the lane (Coupe) State Troopers, they came; damn, he's moving again (Ayy!) ... I'm a better child You's a pedophile (Ayy! Ayy! Ayy! Ayy!) I go throw lead around, my hoes throw head around They DTPs: deepthroat professionals My D-I-P's, we so professional Got weed, coke, and ecstasy, lean, dope, and wet to sell (Sell) We blow jars of the dank (Yeah), like Bob Marley was wake Real shottas, fuck you foreigners stay? (What?) I'm moving, moving, moving (Jeah!) Y'all losing, losing, losing (Ayy!) [Chorus: Juelz Santana] I'm moving, moving, moving (Jeah!) He's moving, moving, moving (Ayy!) We moving, moving, moving (Jeah!) Stop moving (Ayy!), shots bruise 'em (Jeah!) Two more for Cam for taking over the Roc (Jeah! Jeah!) It's my year, so (Jeah!) It's like the whole Byrd Gang's in here Like Kurt Cobain was here (Jeah! Jeah! Jeah! Jeah!) [Verse 3: Cam'ron] Killa! I'm on the south side of Chicago Looking for a real hoe (Real hoe) I don't see a touchdown; arms up, field goal (Field goal) Got some ill gold, diamonds that's still low (Psh!) Lil' dick, you a dickhead, nah, dildo (Dildo) I chill though, pipin' in the Range All this icin' I'm ashamed, look like lightnin' in the chain Who was first that moved with they fam? (Who?) Ask you: tattoos on they hand (Who?) Slang all the white (Who?), cruise with the tan (Who?) Pink on they back (Who?), blue in they band (Who?) Yellow on his ear (Who?), steam on the rock (Who?) Purple in the air (Who?), green in his pocket (Who?) I ain't dissing you, dog, I'm dismissing you Get the R. Kelly tape, and see how we piss on you That's Kool-Aid, Mountain Dew, and Cris' on you (Uh-huh) Your family will be missing you—mwah! There's a kiss for you (Jeah!) [Chorus: Juelz Santana] I'm moving, moving, moving (Jeah!) He's moving, moving, moving (Ayy!) We moving, moving, moving (Jeah!) Stop moving (Ayy!), shots bruise 'em (Jeah!) Two more for Cam for taking over the Roc (Jeah! Jeah!) It's my year, so (Jeah!) It's like the whole Byrd Gang's in here Like Kurt Cobain was here (Jeah! Jeah! Jeah! Jeah!)2

Comics and Games

Mr. Carter

Lil Wayne

[Produced by Infamous and Drew Correa] [Intro: Lil Wayne] Yo, yo Drew and Inf This-this, this right here is crazy Yo I, I feel big, you know what I mean? Like, not, not big in the sense of, weight You know what I mean? Like gainin' weight or nothin' like that Like colossal Like, you know what I mean, like (sighs) I heard you were lookin' for me [Chorus: Sha-Ron Prescott & Lil Wayne] Hey, Mr. Carter (Hello) Tell me, where have you been? (Haha, you know, hehe) Cause they've been asking, they've been searching They've been wondering why (I know, haha) Hey, Mr. Carter (Hey, hello) Tell me, where have you been? (Shit, you know) Cause they've been asking, they've been searching They've been wondering why (Hahahah) [Verse 1: Lil Wayne] Yeah, to you forever, from me to you I heard somebody say "Church!" I'ma need a suit I'ma need a coupe, I won't need a roof Flyer than Beetlejuice, Beetlejuice, Beetlejuice I got the flow, I'm tryin' to see the roof Didn't wear a bulletproof so I got shot and you can see the proof Blind eyes could look at me and see the truth Wonder if Stevie do? But I'ma leave it to God, not Beaver, neither you Cause I'ma murder Y, kill O, and even U Man, I got summer hatin' on me cause I'm hotter than the sun Got spring hatin' on me 'cause I ain't never sprung Winter hatin' on me 'cause I'm colder than y'all And I will never, I will never, I will never fall I'm being hated by the seasons So fuck y'all who hatin' for no reason You might also like[Chorus: Sha-Ron Prescott & Lil Wayne] Hey, Mr. Carter (I am him!) Tell me, where have you been? Around the world and I'm back again! Cause they've been asking, they've been searching Who's been askin' about me? They've been wondering why (In case you wonderin', hah!) Hey, Mr. Carter (I am him!) Tell me, where have you been? Around the world now I'm back again! Cause they've been asking, they've been searching Who's been askin' about me? They've been wondering why (In case you wonderin', hah!) [Verse 2: Lil Wayne] Yeah, I been in and out the bank, bitch While y'all asshole niggas been on the same shit I flush and watch 'em go down the drain quick Two words you never hear: "Wayne quit!?" Cause Wayne win, and they lose I call 'em April babies, cause they fools And when they snooze, we up! Feet up, like a paraplegia Or paraplegic? I parallel park In that red-and-yellow thing; old school Atlanta Hawk Like I'm from College Park, but I'm from Hollygrove Now all my Bloods scream "Soo-woo" and "Da-da-doe" I know my role and I play it well And I weigh it well, on my Libra scale I suck a pussy, fuck a pussy, leave it there Long hair, don't even care [Chorus: Sha-ron Prescott & JAY-Z] Hey, Mr. Carter (Young! I am him) Tell me, where have you been? Around the world now I'm back again Cause they've been asking, they've been searching Who's been askin' about me? They've been wondering why (In case you wonderin') Hey, Mr. Carter (I am him) Tell me, where have you been? Around the world now I'm back again Cause they've been asking, they've been searching Who's been askin' about me? They've been wondering why (In case you wonderin', chyeah) [Verse 3: JAY-Z] I'm right here in my chair with my crown and my dear Queen B, as I share, mic time with my heir Young Carter, go farther, go further, go harder Is that not why we came? And if not, then why bother? Show no mercy in Murcielagos I'm far from bein' the bastard that Marcy had fathered Now my name's been mentioned with the martyrs The Biggies and the Pacs and the Marleys and the Marcuses Garvey; got me a molotov-cocktail flow Even if you box well, can't stop the blows Kaboom! The Roc Boy in the room The dope boy I just came off the spoon Also, I'm so fly I'm on auto- Pilot, while guys just stare at my wardrobe I see Euros, that's right: plural I took so much change from this rap game, it's your go (Hey Mr. Carter) Young! [Verse 4: Lil Wayne] It's my go, yeah... And I'ma go so opposite of soft Off the richter, Hector, Camacho Man, Randy Savage Far from average, above status–quo, flow so pro I know, I ride slow, and when I pass They say, "What up, killa?" Man, stop bringin' up my past And next time you mention Pac, Biggie, or Jay-Z Don't forget Weezy, Baby! [Chorus: Sha-Ron Prescott, Lil Wayne & Choir] Hey, Mr. Carter (Amen) Tell me, where have you been? (Yeah) Cause they've been asking, they've been searching They've been wondering why (Haha) Hey, Mr. Carter (Amen) Tell me, where have you been? (Hova!) Cause they've been asking, they've been searching (Weezy) They've been wondering why (Baby!) Hey, Mr. Carter (Hahaha) Tell me, where have you been? (I been hustlin') Cause they've been asking, they've been searching (Hustlin' hard) They've been wondering why (Chyeah!) Hey, Mr. Carter Tell me, where have you been? Cause they've been asking, they've been searching They've been wondering why [Outro: Lil Wayne] And I swear to everything, when I leave this Earth It's gonna be on both feet, never knees in the dirt And you can try me, fucker, but when I squeeze, it hurt Fine, we'll lose two lives; yours and mine Give me any amount of time, don't let Ms. Carter grieve At the funeral parlor, drippin' tears down my sleeve Give me any amount of time, don't let Ms. Carter grieve69

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The Rain (Supa Dupa Fly)

Missy Elliott

[Intro: Missy Elliott, Ann Peebles & Timbaland] Run the track Me, I'm supa fly Supa-dupa fly, supa-dupa fly (I can't stand the rain) Me, I'm supa fly (Against my window) Supa-dupa fly, supa-dupa fly (I can't stand the rain) Me, I'm supa fly (Against my window) Supa-dupa fly, supa-dupa fly (I can't stand the rain) Me, I'm supa fly (Against my window) [Verse 1: Missy Elliott] When the rain hits my window I take and *inhale, cough* me some indo Me and Timbaland, ooh, we sang a jangle We so tight, that you get our styles tangled Sway or do-si-do like you loco "Can we get kinky tonight?" like Coko, so-so You don't wanna play with my Yo-Yo I smoke my hydro on the D-low (D-D-D-D-D-low) [Chorus: Ann Peebles] I can't stand the rain Against my window I can't stand the rain Against my window I can't stand the rain Against my window I— I can't stand the rain Against my window You might also like[Verse 2: Missy Elliott] Beep, beep, who got the keys to the Jeep? Vroom I'm driving to the beach Top down, loud sounds, see my peeps Give them pounds, now look who it be It be me-me-me and Timothy Look like it's 'bout to rain, what a shame I got the Armor All to shine up the stain Oh, Missy, try to maintain Ficky-ficky-ficky-ficky-ficky-ficky-ficky I can't stand the rain [Chorus: Ann Peebles] I can't stand the rain Against my window I— I can't stand the rain Against my window I can't stand the rain Against my window I can't stand the rain [Verse 3: Missy Elliott & Ann Peebles] I feel the wind Five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten (Nine, ten) Begin, I sit on hills like Lauryn Until the rain starts coming down, pouring Chill, I got my umbrella My finger waves these days, they fall like Humpty Chumpy, I break up with him before he dump me To have me, yes, you lucky (I can't stand the rain) [Outro: Ann Peebles] Against my window I can't stand the rain Against my window I— I can't stand the rain Against my window I can't stand the rain Against my window I can't stand the rain I can't stand the rain I can't stand the rain I can't stand the rain I can't stand the rain Against my window I can't stand the rain Against my window I— I can't stand the rain Against my window I can't stand the rain Against my window I can't stand the rain I can't stand the rain I can't stand the rain I can't stand the rain8

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Day ‘N’ Nite (Nightmare)

Kid Cudi

[Intro] Uh, uh Uh, uh Uh, uh [Verse 1] Day and night I toss and turn, I keep stress in my mind, mind I look for peace, but see, I don't attain What I need for keeps, this silly game we play, play Now look at this Madness, the magnet keeps attracting me, me I try to run, but see, I'm not that fast I think I'm first but surely finish last, last [Chorus] 'Cause day and night The lonely stoner seems to free his mind at night He's all alone through the day and night The lonely loner seems to free his mind at night, at, at, at night Day and night The lonely stoner seems to free his mind at night He's all alone, some things will never change The lonely loner seems to free his mind at night, at, at, at night [Verse 2] Hold the phone The lonely stoner, Mr. Solo Dolo He's on the move, can't seem to shake the shade Within his dreams he sees the life he made, made The pain is deep A silent sleeper, you won't hear a peep, peep The girl he wants don't seem to want him too It seems the feelings that she had are through, through See Kid Cudi LiveGet tickets as low as $103You might also like[Chorus] 'Cause day and night The lonely stoner seems to free his mind at night He's all alone through the day and night The lonely loner seems to free his mind at night, at, at, at night Day and night The lonely stoner seems to free his mind at night He's all alone, some things will never change (Yeah) The lonely loner seems to free his mind at night, at, at, at night (Yeah, yeah) [Verse 3] Slow mo' When the tempo slows up and creates that new, new He seems alive though he is feeling blue The sun is shining, man, he's super cool, cool The lonely nights They fade away, he slips into his white Nikes He smokes a clip and then he's on the way To free his mind in search of, to free his mind in search of To free his mind in search of [Chorus] Day and night The lonely stoner seems to free his mind at night He's all alone through the day and night The lonely loner seems to free his mind at night, at, at, at night Day and night The lonely stoner seems to free his mind at night He's all alone, some things will never change The lonely loner seems to free his mind at night, at, at, at night [Outro] At, at, at night, night Na-na-na-na-na-na, Kid Cudi Cleveland status, grind all day Cleveland status, grind all night Cleveland status, grind all day Cleveland status, grind all night210

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5 Star (Remix)

Yo Gotti

[Intro: Yo Gotti & Gucci Mane] Chea! (Yeah) Ay, you know I'm lookin' for a five-star bitch, talkin' bout (Burr! Burr!) I'm talkin' homegirl Be lookin' like she just stepped outta magazine (Gucci!) If your credit score high, feet and nails stay fly Keep your juice box wet, and your head somethin' fine This time, it's gonna be somethin' serious (yeah!) I want a five-star bitch, I need a five-star bitch I need a five-star bitch, I want a five-star bitch [Verse 1: Gucci Mane] Gotti, here go twelve bars, Gucci Mane got nine cars We don't call 'em dimes no more, '09 we call 'em five stars I'm a five-star nigga, this a five-star clique That's a 645, this that new M6 Pay her bills, get her hair fixed, might even pay her rent And the way she give it to me, best money I ever spent Hey, I can't even lie, I'm so super high Do not need her, will not keep her unless she is fly Gucci Mane's a thug, B; your man is a scrub, see She loves me now, she loves you not, yeah all my bitches love me And if you in Atlanta, look up Gucci girl and beep me And we can find a five-star hotel, you can meet me [Chorus: Yo Gotti] That's a five-star bitch, that's a five-star bitch Now that's a five-star bitch, now that's a five-star bitch If your credit score high, feet and nails stay fly Keep your juice-box wet and your head somethin' fine Then you a five-star bitch, ay you a five-star bitch Ay you a five-star bitch, ay you a five-star bitch I want a five-star chick, I need a five-star chick I need a five-star chick, I want a five-star chick You might also like[Verse 2: Yo Gotti] It's your boy Yo Gotti, I do grade A shit I'm the realest nigga walkin', and this the remix And still I'm out here lookin' for a five-star chick When I catch her, I'mma bless her with a five-star kid She a natural born hustla, she ain't chasin' no suckas On a mission for a real nigga, she ain't never fucked a busta So your cars and your jewelry that she really don't excite And all them hatin'-ass hoes in the club want to fight She was born in the A, went to school in D.C Got a job in Dallas, Texas then moved to Tennessee If you ain't a five-star, need to go ahead and face it Fake Gucci, fake Louis, shorty that'll make you basic That ain't a five-star bitch, that ain't a five-star bitch That ain't a five-star bitch, girl ain't a five-star bitch [Verse 3: Trina] (Trina!) See I'm a five-star bitch cause I ain't that other bitch She been strugglin' for hers, from the womb, I been rich I ain't gotta talk about the money and the shoe game All you gotta do is Google Trina, see the proof, mane Cause ain't none of these hoes doing shows in a recession They cards get declined, now they suffering a depression While I'm spending meals, signin' all kinda deals I'm a five-star bitch eatin' five-star meals My whole lifestyle like "Coming to America" All my Louis luggage, you see my bag how I carry her Walkin' through the airport like I'm in a parade On my hologram, loggin' on to E-Trade [Chorus: Yo Gotti] That's a five-star bitch, that's a five-star bitch Now that's a five-star bitch, now that's a five-star bitch If your credit score high, feet and nails stay fly Keep your juice-box wet and your head somethin' fine Then you a five-star bitch, ay you a five-star bitch Ay you a five-star bitch, ay you a five-star bitch I want a five-star chick, I need a five-star chick I need a five-star chick, I want a five-star chick [Verse 4: Nicki Minaj] I just had a epiphany, I need to go to Tiffany's Fendi on my slippers and my cookie's always slippery I don't need help, I pay the bills on time So I be yellin' "Fuck 'em" with a dildo sign Five, little mama, you a three-star I ain't sleepin' when I say I'm in my dream car Oh, did I stutter? Harajuku hyphen Barbie I'm hot, I think it's time to put the rice in I was in the chair, I was gluin' my weave in When you hit the stage, they was booin' and leavin' Young Money, red flag, no more auditions Ask Lil Wayne who the five-star bitch is [Outro: Yo Gotti] That's a five-star bitch, that's a five-star bitch Now that's a five-star bitch, now that's a five-star bitch13

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Rubber Band Man

T.I.

[Intro] [Hook] (Ay, who I'm is?) Rubberband man, wild as the Taliban 9 in my right, 45 in my other hand (Ay, who I'm is?) Call me Trouble Man, always in trouble, man! Worth a couple hundred grand, Chevys all colors, man [Verse 1] Rubberband man, like a one-man band Treat these niggas like the Apollo and I'm the Sandman Tote a hundred grand, cannon in the waistband Looking for a sweet lick? Well this is the wrong place, man 7-time felon, what I care about a case, man? I'm campaigning to bury the hate so say ya grace, man Ay, I don't talk behind a nigga back, I say it in his face I'm a thoroughbred nigga, I don't fake and I don't hate Check my resume, nigga, my record's impeccable Anywhere in the A nigga how T.I.P. is highly respectable And in the M.I.A. nigga, I'm tryna keep it professional Cause all this tongue rustling finna have me snappin, I'm telling you From the bottom of the Duval, Cakalacky to New York And everybody showing me love, that's one to you all Yeah, to all my Florida niggas, my Cakalacky niggas My LA niggas See T.I. LiveGet tickets as low as $90You might also like[Hook] (Ay, who I'm is?) Rubber band man, wild as the Taliban 9 in my right, 45 in my other hand (Ay, who I'm is?) Call me trouble man, always in trouble man Worth a couple hundred grand, Chevys, all colors man (Ay, who I'm is?) Rubber band man, wild as the Taliban 9 in my right, 45 in my other hand (Ay, who I'm is?) Call me trouble man, always in trouble man Worth a couple hundred grand, Chevys, all colors man [Verse 2] Call me trouble man, stayed in some trouble man Some niggas still hating on shawty, but they some suckers, man! Got a couple fans that love to do nothing other than Lick, suck, show 'nuff respect, but still I love 'em, man Dig it, little pimping got the mind and the muscle Stay down on his grind, put the crown on the hustle Ayy, I could show you how to juggle anything and make it double Weed, blow, real estate, liquor store with no trouble Young Cassius Clay of my day, Marvin Gaye of my time Tryna stay alive, living how I say in my rhymes My cousin used to tell me, "Take this shit a day at a time" And told me Friday, died Sunday, Wednesday in the ground I still smile, 'cause somehow, I know he seeing me now And so I'm doing all my shows just like he in the crowd Ay, throw your lighters up for my cousin Toot Aaliyah, Left Eye, and Jam Master Jay [Hook] (Ay, who I'm is?) Rubber band man, wild as the Taliban 9 in my right, 45 in my other hand (Ay, who I'm is?) Call me trouble man, always in trouble man Worth a couple hundred grand, Chevys, all colors man (Ay, who I'm is?) Rubber band man, wild as the Taliban 9 in my right, 45 in my other hand (Ay, who I'm is?) Call me trouble man, always in trouble man Worth a couple hundred grand, Chevys, all colors man [Verse 3] Grand Hustle man, more hustles than Hustle Man "But why the rubber band?" It representing the struggle man! My folk gonna trap until they come up with another plan Stack a couple grand to get theyself off they mama land Gangsters who been serving since you was doing the running man Went down, did 10, back 'round and rich again That's why I'm young with the soul of an old man I'm shell-shocked, get shot, slow your roll, man Still ride around with the Glock on patrol, man I ain't robbing, I'm just looking for the dro, man For my niggas slanging blow, pimping hoes Rollin' vogues, 24s, let these other niggas know [Hook] (Ay, who I'm is?) Rubber band man, wild as the Taliban 9 in my right, 45 in my other hand (Ay, who I'm is?) Call me trouble man, always in trouble man Worth a couple hundred grand, Chevys, all colors man (Ay, who I'm is?) Rubber band man, wild as the Taliban 9 in my right, 45 in my other hand (Ay, who I'm is?) Call me trouble man, always in trouble man Worth a couple hundred grand, Chevys, all colors man9

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Ignorant Shit

JAY-Z

[Produced by Just Blaze] [Intro: Jay-Z] Ugh, ugh, yessir! Just the sound of his voice is a hit, hehe Y'all niggas got me really confused out there I make "Big Pimpin'" or "Give it 2 Me," one of those, y'all hail me as the greatest writer of the 21st century I make some thought-provoking shit, y'all question whether he fallin' off I'ma really confuse y'all on this one Follow! [Verse 1: Jay-Z] When them tops come down, chicks' tops come down Like when them shots come out, make cops come around When them blocks come out, I can wake up a small town Finish off the block, then I make my mall rounds Stares get exchanged, then the fifth come out The tough guy disappear, then the bitch come out "That's him!"—I'm usually what they whisper 'bout Either what chick he with, or his chip amount 'Cause I been doin' this since CHiPs was out Watchin' Erik Estrada, baggin' up at the Ramada Table full of powder, A/C broke 'Bout to take another shower on my 25th Hour Spike Lees everywhere, game or the flight You might see me anywhere, a day in the life Only thing changed the tail number on the flight I can touch down and take off the same night I'm so bossy, bitch, get off me Trick, get off me, you can't get shit off me I'm so flossy, no sixes on Sprees Laid-back, Maybachs, don't even talk to me You might also like[Chorus: Jay-Z] This is that ignorant shit you like Nigga, fuck, shit, ass, bitch, trick, plus ice, c'mon I got that ignorant shit you love Nigga, fuck, shit, maricón, puta, and drugs, c'mon I got that ignorant shit you need Nigga, fuck, shit, ass, bitch, trick, plus weed, c'mon I'm only tryna give you what you want Nigga, fuck, shit, ass, bitch, you like it—don't front! [Verse 2: Jay-Z] They're all actors Lookin' at themselves in the mirror backwards Can't even face themselves, don't fear no rappers They're all weirdos, De Niros in practice So don't believe everything your earlobe captures It's mostly backwards, unless it happens to be as accurate as me And everything said in song, you happen to see Then, actually, believe half of what you see None of what you hear, even if it's spat by me And with that said, I will kill niggas dead Cut niggas short, give you wheels for legs I'm a K-I-double-L-E-R, see y'all in Hell Shoot niggas straight through the ER, whoa! This ain't B.R., no It's S.C., CEO, the next Lyor No, the next leader of the whole free world And the first thing I'ma do is free Sigel—go! [Verse 3: Beanie Sigel] Ugh, take off the cuffs, unlock the gate It's that ignorant nigga that you love to hate The '07 Ice Cube, B. Sig' so rude Tell a trick, get these nuts, eat dick like food Now see if I care if this verse get aired Even if you mute it, the curse is there, yeah I'm so raunchy, bitch, get off me Keep my flea collar on, you lil' ticks get off me [Verse 4: Jay-Z] I missed the part when it stopped bein' 'bout Imus got to do with this shit? Scarface the movie did more than Scarface the rapper to me Still that ain't to blame for all the shit that's happened to me Are you saying what I'm spittin' Is worse than these celebutantes showin' they kitten? You kiddin'? Let's stop the bullshittin' 'Til we all without sin, let's quit the pulpittin' Scarface the movie did more than Scarface the rapper to me Still that ain't to blame for all the shit that's happened to me Let's stop the bullshittin' 'Til we all without sin, let's quit the pulpittin', c'mon [Chorus: Jay-Z] This is that ignorant shit you like Nigga, fuck, shit, ass, bitch, trick, plus ice, c'mon I got that ignorant shit you love Nigga, fuck, shit, maricón, puta, and drugs, c'mon I got that ignorant shit you need Nigga, fuck, shit, ass, bitch, trick, plus weed, c'mon I'm only tryna give you what you want Nigga, fuck, shit, ass, bitch, you like it—don't front! [Outro: Jay-Z] It's only entertainment! Hehehe7

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