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Aint no niggas like the Murderers
Get it Crunk; buy out the bar, tear up the clubs We live to good life very expensive cars In the Roge; You hand-cuffin' We run through, man its nuttin' Man we Huntin', For houses in the Hampton Just a little somethin' to Lampon Me and my camp be ballin like professional ballers do it Better yet like no other, how you love it Man we livin' the good life Seven days of work with no break I got to take the day off to unwind It gives my time to get away A little time to ease my mind (my mind) *Forget about your worries Save your problems for tomorrow Tonite just try to have a good time (Got to have a good time) Mr. DJ take it easy Let the music help you do it Tell me don't you want to live the good life And have a good time doin' it No friends, no stress its the good life Lay back, relax in the good life Good love, no mess in the good life Wanna live in the good life Baby, baby, who dat remind you of Not trey, B.I.G. and Faith was in love (the good life) Live it up, however you like Drip your body in ice, clubbin tonite (Is that right) Pull up in the V12, 6 ooh me and you (the good life) Get it up in the club, toast it up cause you can't get enough of the good life Dancin with a glass of champagne Or maybe Chardonnay Keep me feelin' good all night Seen so many happy people on the floor Leave your problems at the door * Repeat V-I-T-A When I come through the door I work the floor We gonna sip all night - here's some Remy for y'all I stay cute, star studded with a platinum cross VS-1, DS diamond with a rainbow gloss That ain't half of what I do when I flood scene Short, sassy but petite, and my pockets mean Yeah! I live the good life in the big-body Benz S.-5 a celli with twenty friends The Good Life * Repeat |
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Hello, "Tah Murdah" has a message for (??)
To accept the message, press one To cancel the message {*phone button pushed*} Tah Murdah 2001 Murda I.N.C. motherfucker Mr. Fingaz got beats Uhhahhhhh.. gangsta, gangsta Uhh, uhh - gangsta, gangsta MURDA! MURDA! - gangsta, gangsta Fuck y'all niggaz talkin about? - gangsta, gangsta Uhh, uhh - gangsta, gangsta Uhh, uhh, uhh (Yeah) This is how we do - gangsta, gangsta (Yeah, 2001) - gangsta, gangsta 2001 nigga, check this shit - gangsta, gangsta Now everybody just BOUNCE! BOUNCE! My Pov City hustlers, BOUNCE! BOUNCE! All my hood slimies, and Prada mamis See how we fall off in the club, its nuttin but love Plenty bottles of skimy twisted and stick bud And it fifty-fifty love, all across the board dog Gully respect Gully never floss for broads or, get out of my character when she back it up And after somethin good performs, I'll have you get up on it Ma, I'll give it how you want it, make you a new lady Coke'll open her crazy, now all day she two way me Type of shit like "ohh baby", everything you do is gravy And models I'm hittin lately, so all you can do is hate me Stare me down and screw face me, hype ya man up to lace me C'mon, all y'all buttersoft, sweeter then tasties My hands grip two hammers, double action Prime time, nigga minus the actin *NOW GET YA MUTHAFUCKIN HANDS UP! High, touch the sky And if you holdin weight, nigga get it up Mamis in the club lookin right; oh you ain't spendin the night? Give her the pin number, mami hit me up We can SkyTel tag until I get you in the back of the Jag After we burn a bag, I'ma hit the guts Oh you a baller? Then ball to this My pimps, gangstas, and dogs I ain't mad at you player, play on Now hear me holla out GANGSTA, GANGSTA PAPER CHASER - I love the cake And petit mamis with the coke bottle shape So keep shakin that money maker, ma-ma I can't hate ya Its a cold world, ol' girl - so take advice from a pimp What I'm spittin is venomus ism listen When the chrome rims glistenin, on the 'llac truck Traffic get backed up - we in this, cloud of smoke from spinach Niggaz ain't big enough to go some rounds or minutes I'm heavyweight, and I ain't speakin bought pounds in fitness Use to spit off for sport but now its business When you see me holla like you know me and I ain't scared homie Picked up the mic, and put down the gats and yo Now I rap and blow, with a fire acid flow You know, and dog I ain't gotta repeat it Right in front of ya eyes, ya see it, the best kept secret * Repeat Now everybody just (ride..) If you sittin on dubs, in that big body rollin a bud Then get (high..) uhh, get it crunk (Murda.. gangster love) Now you know its only right and necessary that I smash Freddy, after spittin heavy - bars Methaphors god, my shit is deadly Swift and better believe I'm focused now Feed you to the vultures, murderous poster child Click, clak, BLAOW! The pound sure to drop Then catch me full of that hall or, blowin on them poppers But love, livin and, love them, thug, women who will hustle and grind when its hard times Playa, we came in this game with no gimmicks You're finished, diminshed ya frame get holes in it Straight business and +No Limits+, like Master P So if you bout that, scrilla my nilla then stack them cheese And twist up, burn the vanilla dutch, we live it up No bread, dick and Big Red we givin sluts I'm just a villian, willin to kill for that pot of gold You gotta know, its all for the dough * Repeat Yeah, its a playa event nigga All my players ya heard me Pov City nigga, yeah, uhh Heart of the grungy, cheddar boys, mercy Yeah, it's goin down nigga 2001, murda, murda Uh, uh, gangsta, gangsta.. C-LIFE!!! |
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mMmMmm mMmMm
It's been seven long hours Since you left me babe Sitting here thinking bout how How u let it slip away I can't get no sleep(no sleep) Don't even wanna go nowhere It's on my mind What you did wrong And now you wanna come back When a man does wrong Aint no coming back home He's been out there too long She won't even talk on the phone(settle this,settle this) When a man does wrong Aint no coming back home Can't come around There aint no place She don't wanna see your face Said u never wanted to hurt me Never even wanted to leave Said that you never did deserve me Now you begging me please please please believe Now you feeling like a fool(fool) Never thought about me Just you It's on your mind What you did wrong And now you wanna come back When a man does wrong Aint no coming back home He's been out there too long She won't even talk on the phone When a man does wrong Aint no coming back home(no, no, no, no) Can't come around There aint no place She don't wanna see your face Why'd you have to do it baby? Do it do it to me Why'd you have to use and abuse me? See I've been sitting waiting at night Just wasting my time(wasting my time) Now..now I know now I know Gotta go gotta go ( yeah go yeah go yeah) When a man does wrong Aint no coming back home Can't come around There aint no place She don't wanna see your face |
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*In my race against time I - can't stop
Runnin through the red light - livin my life Even if I'm gettin too high I'ma keep runnin through the red light - livin my life * Repeat Consequences, reprecusion All discussion about my loved ones Didn't know paper had a price on it That your ice would have your life on it The cost to ball ain't changed, but I'm trying to Red lights flashing, but I keep on through Mom said paper ain't everything Baby girl wants a wedding ring, I wish that I could sing Oooohhhh, I'm moving too fast Oooohhhh, I'm not gonna last Oooohhhh, smile down on me Ain't got much time, made up my mind I'm gonna keep on through, whatever comes is mine * Repeat (x2) Nobody cry for me Cuz I, wanna see you smile for me When I die, look through my window, to the soul Tell me if you see Tank living to grow old Cuz too many niggas done died for what I hold The talent to warm a world which is so cold Take me, save me, before I'm crazy The only reason I live is for my baby Never did you tell me that Life ain't a game Maybe if you told me this Shit might be changed But now I'm just racing against time, trying to survive And see why, ya'll niggas drive over nigga's vibe If you gonna live, know you gonna die If you gonna steal, know you gotta lie Get drunk and stay high Don't de-nigga-ny, cuz they'll never take me alive Feel me Lord, I'm running out of time * Repeat (x2) Oooohhhh, I'm moving too fast Oooohhhh, I'm not gonna last Oooohhhh, smile down on me Ain't got much time, made up my mind I'm gonna keep on through, whatever comes is mine * Repeat |
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Rule nigga Ja Rule, O1 Yeah It's our world, please believe Niggas ain't real, please believe It's murda, please believe I-N-C niggas what's fucking with me? R-U-L-E love me or hate me baby Refer to 3:36 baby That's the rule please niggas don't get it confused See this game that we playing, y'all playing to lose Who's next that wanna ride (who) Spitting (who) how I do niggas (who?) knowin they wanna ride (who) Rule baby, I've been really outta control lately If you relating let me hear ya say yea-yaay yea-yaay Y'all feeling my pain? I've been running wild time and again Y'all swerve in my lane, I'll pull up and start popping ya brain Fuck knowin' these broads names, extravengant champagne Y'all niggas is lame, my niggas ain't sane Who you fuckin' with? *Ya'll niggas wanna dead (who) Then wanna ride (who?) Ya'll know the niggas who steady screaming (fuck you) It's murda murda, you know it's murda murda We scream it, we yell it, we living murda murda murda Ya'll ain't feelin (who) Ya'll don't like (who) Ya'll know the niggas that be steady screaming (fuck you) It's murda murda, you know it's murda murda We live it, we breathe it, we screaming murda murda murda Murder Inc is my blood We go through the pain together by any means Popping it hot at whoever or so it seems Niggas that getting hot not this hot nigga very hot See it in your eyes niggas ready to die But as long as I'm alive I'm putting this on my life For niggas that ain't right they get it upon sight If ya know me then you know we pop away Cock and pop again baby, men will be men I spit off 10 fuck it give 'em the 16 Like my guns dirty and hands clean Loose bitches in tight jeans Old money and crack fiends was a fetish Before Guliani got into office and deaded shit Fuck it I'm living my life on the edge Got one in the head plus a nigga's fed 'nuff said I'm gonna behead niggas that don't believe this Rule baby, 3:36 * Repeat We are the world's most dangerous niggas alive All of my niggas bang with us and let's ride Muthafuckas will war but not many survive Cuz 50 shots tearing through the side of ya ride Cuz we are (murderers) Muthafucka you heard player (murderers) Popping collars in air Popping shots through ya rearview Bullets, they tear through Got niggas wondering like "What the fuck did I do?" So niggas wanna go and get they man cuz they can't do this shit Because they ain't got no heart for this, bust a gun and body shit Niggas like you probably snitch, do a nigga then get rich Niggas like you always fit 6 feet deep inside a ditch There ain't nothing fucking with this ya know why? Nigga I just came into the game ready to die Ready to hold heat, drive-by with Rule Popping shots through the sun roof screaming "fuck you" * Repeat |
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Hey baby
I want u to do me a favor, I want u to take all of your thoughts All of your worries and problems and forget about them… Because tonight, it's about me and u No cellulars, no pagers, no 2 ways just us no phonecalls, take messages No family, no friends I just wanna be alone with u (alone) Girl I just wanna get it on with u Well this I'm hearin I'll leave a clue ( Kversta ni echt wat hij zegt, maar ik denk dat het dat is ) Here's what I wanna do baby *I just wanna take my time tonight Holdin your body tight, keeping u warm Nothings gonna stop this feelin I'll be givin u sexual healin… * Repeat No bill collectors, no landlords Ur boss is trippin ? Just ignore it U got plans ? call em off The cd, take it off all I just wanna be alone with u ( all because) Girl I just wanna get it on with u (u yeaaaah) Well this I'm hearin I'll leave a clue ( weeral da zinneke he hehe) Here's what I wanna do * Repeat (x2) I really really want u baby (baby) I really really want u baby (baby) I really really want u baby (said I want u ) I really really want u baby (oooh u want me like I want u) I really really want u baby (oooh baby) I really really want u baby (Sexy lady) I really really want u baby baby baby (mmmm Listen baby) I got I got I got I got I got I got I got to have u baby (gotta have u yeaaaah) I got I got I got I got I got I got I got to have u baby (right now tonight) I got I got I got I got I got I got I got to have u baby (oooooh oh baby) I got I got I got I got I got I got I got to have u baby ( oooooowww oooh I just) * Repeat till end… |
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I took my chances, but I did my dirt
And my adivce to any nigga if you crime, then you do the works Its givin up and step the fuck back Cuz in this game you can fame You gotta start dumpin these niggas off your nut-sack Im just a nigga out the hood tryna have thangs When I got up on my feet and screamed the brand change And your excuse was that the money did came My excuse was that you was to blame Simple ??, got to show my homies love tho I just don't fuck around with niggas that I don't know And you can take that how you wanna take it Im from these motherfuckin streets, and the same rules apply in this game you never break it With my motherfucking luck, fallin over the craps And you niggas who wanna try to attack We steady dyin over dumb shit, And me im steady losin my sleep Cuz niggas aint familiar with the rules of the street, and its a *Suicide, its a Suicide Suicide, its a Suicide its a, Suicide, its a Suicide Suicide, its a Suicide To my niggas on the street cryin then (watch them haters) If im sittin on the side-line (get your paper) Too many niggas complaining pointin fingers at the problem Thats why I hate my baby momma im just a nigga from the very bottom skippin classes, throwin 8-balls into white powder tryna get it, while the motherfuckers gettin good wit possibilities of gettin out my neighborhood don't get me wrong, I had them dreams too But the only thing you do, is get your cream too Get your motherfucking cream fool Niggas aint know about the Ange and the Alicks First you get in, then you get out, you stuck in this game * Repeat (x3) Now when its over don't nobody cry Just enjoy while you live life, cuz everybody got to die When you see me i'll be hella high, beatin corners wit my top down Checkin out the chasers in the sky, Shootin paper clips at Jupiter The more I lie, its like im gettin stupider and stupider Tryna make the best, out of a fucked up desicion Im just a nigga with a vision, which is to get up, get out Gettin my props, tryna stay away from these bitches that jock dick And move enough to move on, gotta stay true to it Thats just the way you gotta do it And these niggas here is really, dazed and don't give a fuck when you for real And you like it rough, nigga what, the fuck Know what im sayin is real, now back the fuck up for you get killed Cuz its a.. * Repeat (x3) Suicide |
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Ghetto gospel
All thugs gotta pray Hear me Lord, yo If killin niggaz is wrong, God forgive me for my sins and all my evil thoughts like fuckin my girlfriends God bless my family, and the bitch I bagged in the Camry and any extra guns that come in handy Not to play but pray for things that's corrupt But the Lord knows this world, is all fucked up (uh-huh) In God's eyes, every nigga is created equal To some crackers, we evil cause we livin lethal (Fuck 'em!) And anything we gots to get, gotsta get got NIGGA Even if somebody, gotsta get shot NIGGA Why not? A whole lot of thugs died on my block And I see the killer's still free, so fuck cops! (Fuck 'em) We got no love for the Lord, that's why we pack gats When them shots pop, bitch cops, where they at? (uh-huh) Probably somewhere, at Dunkin Donuts while Black Child got niggaz on the corner with they hands cuffed *Now let me load my heat, before I go to sleep And pray to God I don't end up six feet deep Cause if I die, before I wake Let me die on some pape's and all my niggaz at my wake I said, if I die, before I wake Let me die on some pape's and all my bitches at my wake God, please forgive me for all my sins Lord, please - Psalms 23 The Lord is my sheppard and the gun's my weapon Reppin my upper sections (yeah) they blessed with protection (nigga) It's nothin on this earth, that my soldiers wore Copped a house, a big Benz, all my friends puff blunts Nigga we lust to bust, and guns we trust The gods copped me a path, now that's right-eous I'm tight cause my peeps was breathin they last breath Where we was, bubblin, in the, valley of death I went to jail and end up bein the last nigga left Now I, fear no evil and hear no evil Just threw the silencer, on my Desert Eagle Nigga to free my people, I'm prepared for the enemy And thugs who won't pull out and put slugs up in me Lord gave me the energy, now pass the Hennessy Word to God, all y'all niggaz is gon' remember me Heh, Black Child, Black Child * Repeat Shit, if I die Lord, have mercy - street niggaz pray Now let me hit the streets so my kids could eat Compton! Oakland! Inglewood! Long Beach! All the thugs in the street got love for me Hollis! South Side! B.K.! Q.B.! I don't give a fuck nigga, I die for I-N-C And ride for, e'ybody that'll ride for me All my bitches out there that gave me slow nizzie when bottles of Remi, keep 'em so pissy * Repeat There's no lookin back Word to God Bless all my hood people, all my good people.. Aight c'mon nigga, let's go.. |
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Murder Inc.
Thugged Out Franchise Funk Flex Big dog pit bulls! Two suburbans and a fucking Hurst! Cause Funk Flex and Nore are killin' em out there! Scream at ya boy! Yo me and Pun used to slap niggas And pack macs in the back of the hatch with black niggas On weekends with the Ricans cause nigga I fit You see I'm half fucking black and motherfucking spik Should have learned a long time ago Tudunn, Tudunn, Tudunn How I hit a nigga up Tudunn, Tudunn, Tudunn Niggas fans worry you see us smear off in cranberry My shots come in, in threes, like Maubary Wanna see how these fake niggas'll act When my shotgun will erase there stomach and back Call me Hosea, more shoot outs, most guns Most of these niggas just mostly run You see I'm back spittin' and still cooking in the kitchen I'm still a chef ain't a fucking gram missing Niggas out of order you know shit gone change How they life getting shorter like Mr. T's chain *The bass and the music that'll make you jump It go Tudunn, Tudunn, Tudunn, Tudunn, Tudunn, dunn Why you acting like a punk before we put you in a trunk You going Tudunn, Tudunn, Tudunn, Tudunn, Tudunn, dunn Acting wild like the hill with my hand on the pump It go Tudunn, Tudunn, Tudunn, Tudunn, Tudunn, dunn Fuck it we getting drunk and smoking that skunk Y'all going Tudunn, Tudunn, Tudunn, Tudunn, Tudunn, dunn Yeah, It's going down! Funk Flex, Nore! My caller ID is fucked up I can't see the number Feeling like Stevie Wonder, the hood took me under I miss my niggas I wanna see em All my niggas that's dead laying in mausoleums For my niggas that's locked up the same shit I told y'all niggas I hold y'all niggas to all this Picture us going all legit with all this Line em up; get em all together they all miss See all my niggas we starvin' and waitin' To take a nigga hockey mask off like Jason Better Armstrong face drop to the pavement In 2000 I don't get along with niggas That's why you never me on a song with a niggas Just my clique roll strong them niggas And wait till we see y'all it's on with you niggas And I could just slap y'all go on little niggas * Repeat Big dog pit bulls! Funk Flex, Big Kap! Cipher sounds! Mr. Cee! Johnny Walker Red, DJ Kiore! Frank Jigga, Corey Ock! The Funk Regulator C-note! Keep It Gator! And keep it global! SPKilla this shit is fucking ugly! Cut this shit off, it's a fucking wrap |
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Uhh, T.S.!
None better (Bronx niggaz, uhh) Life of a hustler (ha-hah, what'chu know about that?) Yo, yo, yo Yo the mind of a hustler be trained to count money and lies Supplyin customers and keep it peace and just spendin they time Pop another thug that's tryin to scream but they dimes Hoppin all the clubs in town, they don't need to wear shines They got that energy, confident and always aware who's watchin them, bitches on top of them, they don't just be near Probably spot poppy and them they robbed last year and just, nod and stare and show no fear Cause nine times out of ten this bitch connects this kid to shoot you They too hot so catchin a body's too crucial If you a hustler, I know you relate Whether you home base or go out of state This shit is real and you better recognize when you see 'em, these niggaz kill A whole 'nother drug dealer keep 'em with steels So be creepin so it's real on the deal, with the F-E-D Some of them sleep in six feet cause they skrilled *Fuckin with hustlers - you see us in the clubs Everybody wanna be us, wife beaters and flip drugs We them hustlers - a little thug's role model Where the snubb full of hollow's tryna earn a little power He a hustler - some of us locked for eternity Get shot down and murdered in beef or turnin for police Hustlers - yeah, you know what the sparks done You know where we evolve from, you know when the heart's pump Hustlin Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo See life a style, now it's rappin, how you push packs in large amounts and never spend a day in life movin them cats about? That's not what Crack's about; I cooked it, cut it and lift it From Brooklyn to one-sixty fiddith, I took bricks and flip shit Clips I sit 'em even whip some women from runnin they lips and gettin me in the middle of shit with other niggaz And real dealers don't be yappin on the phone What you think, father born? Don't be caskets and clothes C'mon y'all know niggaz slip, speakin a joke There go the dial tone, click, now you steamin with holes Y'all motherfuckers couldn't fathom what's about to go down Like a year from now, when the bears get out From a ten-year stretch down to air shit out Make him a man, show your heart when I tear it out They say hustlin is the key to success, and on that note I can feed you niggaz for less, I got madd coke * Repeat Yeah, it's for all my hustlin niggaz All my liquid dime niggaz All my niggaz flippin bricks out there, yeah All my niggaz in the Columbia brother suits In the pourin rain, tryna get your shit on Smokin the C.I. in the rain, y'know? (uh-huh) Cup of noodles in your hand It's you nigga Joey Coco, and I'm a hustler * Repeat |
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Yo Boo, Irv Gotti, Black, and BJ outta wait the fuck up here man.
Shit done hit the fan, let's do dis shit man. Fo real. Let's do it, what the fuck. There ain't nuthin else to be said. Yo, I got a empire with niggas with thug in they blood I admire dem niggas, My desire is figgas Rockland bitch, why hire some killas? Gotti heat like hail son and fire dem niggas Pop off 2 clips, Top off new six Rock frost blue wrist, still cop two bricks Cook crack in the pot, Push pats on the block Cock the glock, pop up like jack in a box He crazy insane, mommys say loco I even push 'caine when the blow is slow And when the dough got low, I got the high 'fo Back in the same hood on the block for 'mo Doorags, saggin pants, I'm baggin grams Niggas smokin the joke, and den laughin at "What if I get to blast a man?" Aw shit! Boo watch out! Oh shit, you capped dat nigga yo You think I just got nice? Well I been at niggas throats til it even got worse And I got hennessy and coke in my system Hot chicks, I fuck em and diss em I'm out to cop bricks, cut em and split em Put plenty in the bag, 20s on the jag I'm a big faced getter, you get panties and brag Fo Fo too heavy so I'm bustin the sag Slow dough, that's petty, I ain't fuckin wit dat It's fo real when I spit these bars And cats like "Damn, How dis lil nigga get new cars?" Stay high all day run around with thugs flippin pies all day Rockland Nigga, so you better make way cuz we comin for niggas Got guns? We ain't runnin from niggas, I know you heard dat! My real bitches! Sometimes I'm less than a bitch, never trustin a bitch I'd rather get head than be fuckin a bitch And it ain't nuthin different, that's the way we roll It be them lame ass niggas given dough to hoes Before I pay for a brick, she taste da shit Put her back on a bus wit it taped to her hips All my mommys rock Gucci If we in the whip, put the dope in her koochie All my chicks like Snoopy I like dykes dat like dykes But I don't like groupies I Use to like tootie, and dat's a fact for ya life I got chicks dat smoke, some roll dice Others like to fight, but they all love ice Hip hop niggas, they all thugs right? Nah, get dropped nigga, betta get plugged right Boo and Gotti true pimps, Rockland 4 life Get it right! Rockland! For life nigga! Boo and Gotti! |
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Play that fucking track!! [2X] / Oh there it is
Limp Bizkit, DMX, Redman, Method Man / That's right y'all We just keep on rollin baby / Are you ready...[3X] *Move in now move out! / Hands up, now hands down! Back up! Back up! / Tell me what you gonna do now! Breathe in, now breathe out! / Hands up, now hands down! Back up! Back up! Tell me what you gonna do now! [C'mon!] Keep rollin, rollin, rollin, rollin [Uh!] / Keep rollin, rollin, rollin, rollin [What!] Keep rollin, rollin, rollin, rollin [Uh!] / Keep rollin, rollin, rollin, rollin Now I know y'all be lovin this shit right here L I M P Bizkit is right here People in the house put them hands in the air Cuz if you don't care, than we don't care See I, aint givin a fuck, quit pressin your luck Untouchable, branded unfuckable So keep me in this tape, until you run that mouth Then I'ma hafta play, and break the fuck out And then we'll see you slept after one round wit X And what am I bringin next, just know it's Red and Meth So where the fuck you at punk, shut the fuck up And back the fuck up, while we fuck this track up Are you ready...[3x] * Repeat Oh what, y'all thought y'all wasn't gon' see me? Check my, dangerous slang atrocious When I let these nuts hang, focus, it's Wu Tang What the fuck's a Hootie and the Blowfish I wave my black flag at the roaches Who approaches, these twin, supersoakers Who have poisonous darts for culprits Too late to get your blow gun un-holstered You're left buttered up and lightly toasted So what, I drink and smoke too much So what I cuss too much, *shut the fuck up!* Yo, yo, now when we roll / You motherfuckers tuck in your gold Cuz for the platinum, I'm jackin niggas up in limos It aint nothin, for bullets to unbutton your clothes Description, yellow male, tissue up in his nose You bitches, swing the vine on the bathroom nuts I'm hairy as hell, outta hell and tattoed up I'm a dog only fuck in the bathroom, what In high school, I dealt only with the classroom sluts My name is, Johnny, Donnie, Brasco / Tuck the gat low, cut your cash flow Yell if you want money, funny / A hungry dummy snatch crumbs from me Doc and Hot Niks, bodies in the mosh pit Yo, and I'm the D.O., you lookin at the raw invented On Friday, I spit 35 to 40 minutes Smell up, the bathroom like Craig Paul was in it Endin up, on your back, Wu swords up in it Anyone can match me I crack 'em all to Guinness Fuck how many thugs, players, and ballers in it Brick City, Shaolin, better call us sinners Boys that'll run up in your wife, maul and spill it PPPPPPP P- P- POW! [AAAAAAAAAHH!] Yo we said c'mon!! * Repeat |
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*Life ain't a game (nooooo)
If you feelin me (say yeah-yea) Flip the bird where (in the aiiir) Fuck the world (we don't caaare) * Repeat It's time to ride out Niggaz stash your cash at the hideout The Murderous I-N-C's en route (Y'all hear me) feelin my shit the same (Y'all fear me) in every difinitive way (I'm really) the nigga that you need to get with Cuz y'all pop shit nigga, I pop clips nigga Hot, but not the black four-dot-six nigga You know the Rule, thug heart nigga And I don't need no fake friends, broke ties, loose ends There they go niggaz is at it again Tryin to befriend the nigga that they claim they love, but hate so much And really all we got is us But fuck it, it's the same way they fucked me Now I'm fuckin your broad in the back of a Humvee, go figure I'll have your niggaz pourin out liqour All because you fuckin with the Rule nigga * Repeat (x2) Take my life, take my mind Take my heart, take my soul Take my cash, take it all But save me I'm throwing my life away Why, would a nigga with so much talent Want to throw it all away to drugs and violence I know not the answers but I ask the questions Do all Muslims really study their leasons? And how many Christians lie during confessions? I know I did when I was just a kid Never told about the guns my uncle hid Under my bed, and at night I played with them Kind of grew up to be sort of a loose cannon Before my sins, I'm asking you to let me in Lord help me, I been through all the pain Now I wanna know who loves me * Repeat (x2) Changes, changes My mind is going through Changes, changes My body's going through Changes, changes My life is going through Changes, changes Yo, looky here I just wanna fuck all day, live my life Get high all day, my life Maybe one day, I'll live right Fuck the world, it's my life * Repeat (x4) |
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(Petey arguing with cop)
"All inmates are asked to stay inside the cell" / Hey dog, you think I could make my phone call? Hey look, what you need to do is sit down / I just wanna make my phone call Just sit down - Hey, I get a phone call for this motherfucker Fuck you Hey fuck you too ya bastard I just want my fuckin phone call "Sgt. Ellis : Please come to the front gate"- I got his ass didn't I? told him my plan didn't I thought I was playin wit him now he ass out and payin shit that nigga stank didn't he? smelled like some old spoiled meat didn't he? when they found him - took bout a motherfuckin week didn't it? down in a motherfuckin creek didn't they? Mr. Roberts found his ass out fishin Sunday evenin' didn't he? gift-wrapped in a sheet didn't he? Roberts got out of there so fast they didn't ever find his boat did they? I'd like to flip the hood night didn't I? disrespectful-ass nigga like to ran up on my slab didn't he? y'all didn't even know I had that thing did ya? y'all just seen mad niggas haulin-ass across the field didn't ya? (hey, hey, hey!) that shit pulled a lot of cards didn't he? especially that bald-head tight t-shirt wearin ass Cindi didn't he? (punk) that nigga ran in up his girl didn't he? (yo what happened) took her home and ran the train on a trick didn't I? (sung chorus in the background, man talking man talking over) you are now rockin wit one of the most real motherfuckers in the rap game 97 -Petey Pablo or Petey Too Small as we call him down in Greenville - ya with this new shit "Didn't I" -ya boy that boy has done a lot of things Petey- tell sumden else you did thought I was playin didn't ya? I did everything I said didn't I? I got out of prison and got a major record deal didn't I? you didn't believe me did ya? ya'know I know you didn't you probably decided that I'd be right back on the street didn't ya? I guess I showed you didn't I? Got in the race and then I won it didn't I? I didn't even rub it in your face did I? I could of got real shitty but I didn't did I? or got all fly but I didn't did I? (nope) man, I just kept it all real didn't I? (ya) brought it right back to the homefront just like I said didn't I? they kept skippin Carolina didn't they? yo (cough cough) excuse me, can I have your attention didn't I? I fucked 'em up the way I did it didn't I? came to the city spittin nothin but that greasy-grimey-gritty didn't I? I changed a lot of things here didn't I? came from the back to the front and I had them kissin a nigga ass didn't I? (sung chorus in background, man talking over) you real crazy, boy you a trip, you a real trip but hey, but hey, the boy kept it real , he did oh you thought it was over hey petey get real fly on they ass and talk about some shit - some real shit - come on |
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Where would I be / Without you baby
So if you need me / If you want me to put it on you Because I love you/ And don't you forget it Whenever you need me/If you want me to put it on you, come on/Oh, oh, oh (Uh, uh) And darling where would I be? (Yeah, yeah Ja Rule uh uh uh) Whoa, whoa, oh (Where would I be without you) Baby without you Where would I be without my baby (baby) / The thought alone might break me (ooh) And I don't wanna go crazy / But every thug needs a lady / (Yeah, yeah) Girl it feel like you and I been mourning together Inseparable, we chose pain over pleasure For that you'll forever be a, part of me Mind body and soul ain't no I in we BABY (No, no) / When you cry who wipes your tears (you) When you scared, who's telling you there's nothin to fear (you) Girl I'll always be there When you need a shoulder to lean on Never hesitate knowing you can call on, your soul-mate And vice versa, that's why I be the first to See Jacob's and frost your wrist up Now you owe me, I know you're tired of being lonely So baby girl put it on me Where would I be without you / (Where would I be without you) I only think about you / (If what you're saying is true) I know you're tired or being lonely/ (I need someone to hold me) So baby girl put it on me / (I will, I will, I will) Where would I be without you / (Where would I be without you) I only think about you / (If what you're saying is true) I know you're tired or being lonely / (I need you to hold me) So baby girl put it on me / (Whoa, whoa) Yo, and I appreciate the rocks and gifts that you cop me baby (ooh) And that house on the hill when you drop like 80 (yeah) On a down payment thinking damn ain't life gravy And ever since for my honey I been twice the lady (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) What would I do without the nights that you kept me warm When this cold world had a girl caught in a storm (What would I do?) And I accept when you riff when you caught in the wrong And respect when you flip, 'cause our love is strong And when you hit the block, I watch for 10-4 And when my pops asleep you snuck in the backdoor (oh) Baby boy we been down since junior high So when life get hot in july it's the world against you and I We ballin', tied together and never (hmm) Heart from the heart, knew that it would last forever (hmm) When you told me, you would never leave me lonely (lonely) So baby boy put it on me Where would I be without you / (Where would I be without you) I only think about you / (If what you're saying is true) I know you're tired or being lonely / (I need someone to hold me) So baby girl put it on me / (I will, I will, I will) Where would I be without you / (Where would I be without you) I only think about you / (If what you're saying is true) I know you're tired or being lonely / (I need you to hold me) So baby girl put it on me / (Whoa, whoa) Since we met it's been you and I / A tear for a tear, baby eye for an eye And you know that my heart gon cry / If you leave me lonely Cuz you not just my love you my homie / Who's gonna console me, my love I'm outta control hold me, my love / Cause I'm yours And I don't wanna do nothin to hurt my baby girl If this was our world it'd be all yours, baby The thought alone might break me And I don't wanna go crazy Cause every thug needs a lady (yeah, yeah) I feel you baby cause them eyes ain't lying Wash away all the tears there be no more crying And you complete me, and I would die if you ain't wit me So baby girl put it on me |
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I wanna kiss you in Paris..
I wanna hold your hands in Rome.. I wanna run like a rainstorm.. Make love on the train, cross-country.. You put this in me, so now what? So now what?.. Wantin.. needin.. Waitin.. for you, to justify my love.. Hopin.. prayin.. for you, to justify my love.. I wanna know you.. not like that.. I don't wanna be your mother.. And I don't wanna be your sister either.. I just wanna be your lover.. I wanna be your baby.. Kiss me, that's right, kiss me, me Wantin.. needin.. Waitin.. for you, to justify my love.. Yearnin.. burnin.. for you, to justify my love.. What are you gonna do.. talk to me.. Tell me your dreams, am I in them?.. Tell me your fears, are you scared?.. Tell me your storys.. I'm not afraid of who you are.. Make you fly.. Pour us Demeir, the pleasure's depend on the permission of another Love me, that's right, love me.. I wanna be your baby.. Wantin.. needin.. Waitin.. for you, to justify my love.. I'm open.. I'm ready.. for you, to justify my love.. I'm waitin.. to justify.. Wantin.. to justify my love.. Waitin.. to justify.. I'm open.. (Murder.. murder.. murder) {*music stops*} {*music starts then fades*} |
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