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It's dark and hell is hot
Ain't no sunshine when it's on Only darkness every day Ain't no sunshine when it's on Cuz when its on, ya niggaz gonna be gone Every time cuz we don't play "Who turned out the lights?" Is what niggaz be sayin' Now you don't wanna fight But ya niggaz be playin' Thinkin' its alright keep playin with that road And you gonna know the night When you layin in that cold Dirt gettin' tossed in your grave Now it's all over Preacher said "You was brave" But now it's all over You just one of the many, plenty I done gave it to (Boom) Ain't no savin 'you No matter how many tears your moms' cried Ain't gon bring your ass back Plus in hell, you gon fry Why? But now the only 2 releative questions Is "Do we bury him or burn? Any suggestions?" Either way, you up out of here for good Now when niggaz mention you name They knockin' on wood Did I, get my, point across? Another body on the shotte Another joint I toss * Ain't no sunshine when it's on Only darkness every day Ain't no sunshine when it's on Cuz when its on, ya niggaz gonna be gone Everytime cuz we don't play Everytime cuz we don't play Everytime cuz we don't play Everytime cuz we don't play There ain't no sunshine When the Dark Man comes out And I want mine So I plan to keep my gun out We got four 9's So niggaz run in and run out But I bust mine Cuz I'd like to hear some shots Get At Me Dog niggaz know how its goin dizzy When it comes to that flow, I gets busy Who is he? Dark Man of the unknown (GRRR ARF) One dog, one bone Now who ain't goin home? Looks like you You hear strike 1, talkin' shit, strike 2 Won't be a strike 3, cuz I don't play fair I'ma look you in your eye While he hit you from the rear Be like "Yeah, holdin' you up cuz you fallin" The Lord ain't comin' till niggaz stop callin' You was ballin' a minute ago In it for dough Till it was "Yo, I swear to God, I didnt know" * Repeat And I know, I know, I know, I know, I know Whatchu think you gon get Fuck around with my dough Just so it ain't no mistakes, this is my show One (one) two (two) three (three) here I go Your shit is quick and your shit is sleek But this shit is thick and when you hear this shit Damn right I can finish shit If you caught that verse without a rewind you can see mine But you be blind, i'll do it 360, come up from behind Tap you on the shoulder, have you turnin' around Hit you with somethin' that i'll have you burin' the ground Be like "Damn ain't nothin' left of money, but a pile of ash" Life is good, so please enjoy it, while it lasts Cuz you know ain't got much longer to go The quicker you go depends the stronger the flow When niggaz know I don't give a fuck, right or wrong There ain't no sunshine when it's on Ain't no sunshine when it's on Only darkness every day Ain't no sunshine when it's on Cuz when its on, ya niggaz gonna be gone Everytime cuz we don't play |
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(feat. Ja Rule)
(Ja Rule) Fuck that, let's do it man, fuck that Cock back on these niggas man Fuck is wrong with these niggas The fuck is wrong with y'all niggas (Black Child & Ja Rule) Yo, yo New York City, this crime capital It's right now, shit When niggas'll blast when we have to We'll match you nigga, a million or more Let's throw the trunk with roar, uncut, let's go on world tour In Maine, we was cookin up cocaine Cash was coming fast, missed the midnight train Fuck it, let's push the 600 down to Georgia Got a good lawyer, and enough guns for you Atlanta, GA, was like a holiday In VA, getting high, fucking all day The pressure was strenuous down in Texas Bubble Lexus into mako, made my exit Got on some next shit, feds get hetic in Arizona Blew up a sport town, kinda looked like Corona We sellin 3-5-7's with speed loaders In Minnesota, in South and North Dakota Nigga let's make these moves to Iowa In the Acura TL, with a hundred thou' for bail, for real From there we take it to Chi-Town, Al Capone style Dutches, white owls, moheads, crystal Pistols get packed in Pennsylvania Started a drug ring with liquid crack in containers Ja they gettin high yo, in Ohio I know yeah-yo go like indo in Idaho Let's hit the casino in Nevada Las Vegas, pull a heist that'll make the news and newspapers Then flee to Florida with Gloria from Istoria In a Ford Explorer and her cousin Nora Who work for me, put that extra key in her pussy We let her push the 850 to Mississippi Missouri, Montana, Wyoming, we zoning Nebraska got em open, illegal transporting Wisconsin, Colorado, Utah, Oregon Let's wash in Washington and start this motherfuckin war again It's on again in Boston, better get the fortune And start forcing extortion for your portion Cock back the porcelain make Michigan the murder state From Wisconsin to Compton, regulate every state North Carolina, South Carolina, doing drive-by's the black Pathfinders That's the reminder for niggas who don't remember shit All the dirt we did in Denver to get my niggas out the slammer In Alabama, lock down Louisiana, enter Indiana On some Oklahoma bombing shit, Tony Montana shit With predicates from Kansas to Connecticut They worthy, like car thieves in Jersey You lucky we let a nigga live in Kentucky Fired two guys for two pies, and ported rocks lovely Like my chocha Maryland always carrying Slangin raw for Marcus on the New Hamp shore Fuck the law, we doin sticks down in Vermont With the bullshit galore, with the broad in the front Nigga please, I just bought wifey the 430 Now we sip Henessy in Tennessee and drive dirty Headed to Hawaii getting high off Hawaiian We heavy with the iron, first nigga move is dying motherfucker Yo, yo Nigga we go state to state Nigga that's what's up Rule and Black baby, we get it done Come on, we go state to state Nigga that's what's up Rule and Black baby, we get it done Come on |
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(feat. Timbaland)
Buddy you cant be serious man... [Timbaland] All my ladies put up your vaseline This a party not a contest or a fight scene Come here baby wont you lick up on this ice cream Come here baby wont you get with this A team Cause we got plenty of bling, plenty of cars Plenty of things, and honey we all stars (huh) See I got the game, the game don't got me See I got the fame, the fame don't got me Why you had to leave me this way I love you till this day All I wanna see is big booties and big titties And all sexy lingerie You don't like me, you can go to hell But I'm with five chicks, sippin zippindale Laid up in the four seasons hotel All my dawgs finished, let me hear ya yell [Chorus] Girls, show your draws, cause its a party up in here Fellas, oh yo, lets make this whole room clear Girls, show your draws, cause its a party up in here Fellas, oh yo, lets make this whole room clear [Sincere] Girls drop your draws for the whips and the chum Its just sin the don, molesting your thong I'm aroused spit the pound, get em around Gave her numbers to dial, now I'm all on the prowl Made a red bowl well known Left my head blown like so hard, oh god Shes a actress, I need prophylactics Ran to the store, I cant go wrong Do I want more like clear to one head Spread your legs on my Versace bed spread My wrist bricked up see the ice on my arm Need two parking lots to park my car I'ma star, play the bar here's a tip Girl move your hips, put this between your tits Buddy its a hit when I came in the door And I said it before I wanna see draws [Chorus] Girls, show your draws, cause its a party up in here Fellas oh yo, lets make this whole room clear Girls, show your draws, cause its a party up in here Fellas oh yo, lets make this whole room clear [Sincere] I spit amazing, hot when I rap I only spend stacks, cause baby got back Shake that ass, and do what you wanna Hoes run on me like I'm the number one stunna When I walk in they started the stalkin But let me mention, I like the attention Grab they extension, and make that coochie pop Shake it don't stop, drop it like its hot Whisper in her ear, I got the big T.I.P. You gotta do more than whatchu do in V.I.P. Grab it, and shake it, and lick it around If you do it kinda proper I might stick around Slow down, hoe down, woe now It's feelin good Next day, guess whos on my two way Janet Jackson, time for action [Chorus x2] Girls, show your draws, cause its a party up in here Fellas oh yo, lets make this whole room clear Girls, show your draws, cause its a party up in here Fellas oh yo, lets make this whole room clear |
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| 4:59 |
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Gangsta g-g-gangsta, g-g-gangsta
Gangsta g-g-gangsta, g-g-gangsta Gangsta g-g-gangsta, g-g-gangsta Gangsta, gangsta, weak niggaz perpetrate Gangsta, gangsta, weak niggaz perpetrate Gangsta g-g-gangsta, g-g-gangsta Gangsta g-g-gangsta, g-g-gangsta Gangsta, gangsta, weak niggaz perpetrate Gangsta, gangsta, weak niggaz perpetrate I grab my swatter I swat this bug, he laid to rest Fuckin' wit T-R-I-P-L, E-S-I-X Niggaz be talkin' but in the end I like fuck 'em up In the beginnin' they could've survived but they had no nuts Bitch where you graduated from, I said a school of hoe-in' Cuz in yo face, off in the streets aint nothin' but hoe is showin' Too fuckin' light, too fuckin' light to try to fight Stick you with knives, shoot you with - nines and take yo life Yea we know you niggaz are fuckin' scared cuz we don't play around Never wanna step cuz Three 6 Mafia put you in the ground People say you buck but we all know that's just that liquor bro Niggaz swear you hype but all that hyper is from hittin' that snow If a member call me then I'm gonna pack my yawks and roll Ride down on yo block and close up shop and leave yo body cold Foo this ain't no game so tuck ya chain and coward hide yo grill High cappin' and dissin' in yo rappin' just might get ya killed *They don't fuck wit you like ya fucked with them Yo pockets tore down from limb to limb You got no ends, now you got no friends Now its time to get the strap and go and do they ass in They don't fuck wit you like ya fucked with them Yo pockets tore down from limb to limb You got no ends, now you got no friends Now its time to get the strap and go and do they ass in Whachu doin' round hea? My nigga I gotta get ya Fresh outta jail-ie, my mind on bailin', so I split ya Head to the meet-ie, give to the needy so fuck the rest No understandin', Projects the greedy, ya could be next I'm robbin' victims with of the face of a ??? No hesitatin', I come out buckin' so watch the nine Off in East Memphis transactin' bizness I know you straight I'm buckin' you fakers who ain't got cheese, the ones I hate Could it be me, could it be somethin' in the fuckin' air Im seein' niggaz, them niggaz bodies flyin' everywhere You wanna know if the Lord is mackin' or a fuckin' player I'm keepin' all of you muthafuckas in my fuckin' prayers Everywhere that I go I'm gettin' all these evil stares I'm sick of all of these hatin' muthafuckas in my hair All in my bizness, God is my witness I don't even care Cause all you bitches you get the *blaah* died hell yeah * Repeat Deep deep in them trenches of Memphis where I'm seriously pimpin' Da Koopsta da Knicca breakin' mo bitches than London got bridges Send this to you niggas so you besta listen well Touch me and you'll die see you can burn wit me in hell This hi-zo gi-zo-zy iz-I for you niggas that've lost it Spl-izat yi-zo iz-ass, will ??? off it Call Chris mane, shit dump 'em in a ditch Witness this wicked bit whipped up outta the Six riders My nigga CB he be back out here on these bricks again He kickin' in doors, he lookin' for him some dividends He kidnappin' hoes so he can make him some money mane And fuckin' wit him is like fuckin' wit somethin' different Ya gotta be tough, nigga ya gotta be rough Like ash to ash nigga, and dust to dust In gats we trust nigga, it really ain't much nigga Cuz talkin' to us nigga, we blowin' ya up * Repeat (Till fade) I'm smoked out, snorted out, drunken and I'm blown |
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| 4:38 |
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(DMX)
Sometimes I will take my brother by the arm Other times I will take my brother by the shoulder Then there are times I will take my brother by the neck Any way I touch you, walk with me.. Uhh.. uhh.. uhh.. GRRRRR This ain't the way it's supposed to be (B.S.!) This ain't the way it's supposed to be (off that bloodline thang) This ain't the way it's supposed to be! This ain't the way, shit is supposed to be!! (Big Stan) Now I done seen the streets turned into a beast with sharp teeth Put claws in the strong and just devour the weak Make them proud niggaz humble (uh-huh) Then turn around and make them loud niggaz mumble (uh-huh) In the jungle I done seen niggaz voted "Most likely to win" lose it all at the end of a stem; what a lame (uhh) Friends killin friends for paper, what a shame (uhh) And everybody thinkin they players, what a game (damn) I done seen this whole shit change Looked again and realized that ain't shit changed (WHAT?!) Except the fact that I'm a grown man now (uhh) standin on my own two Used to hate guns, now a nigga own two (C'MON!) Twin glocks for cops and use I promise to I ain't goin out like Amadou, you know what I'ma do (AIGHT?) So sit back and try to visualize if you can All the stories of a wise man - walk with me (Chorus: DMX) Look at my life.. look at how I live Look at what I go through.. so what I've got to give (THIS IS IT!!) Look at my li-ife.. look at how I live Look at what I go through.. so what I've got to give (THIS IS IT!!) (Big Stan) (My nigga!) Now I've done seen life play jokes with death as a punchline In a world with no hope, struggle to get mine I was raised in a time of regret and bad news (uh-huh) So I was taught my values by bad dudes (uhh) Hustlers and killers.. they taught me wrong from right Told me everything that's wrong is right, like Hoppin a train, poppin the thang And havin hot blocks poppin with 'caine, lockin the game (C'MON!!) And the more shit, change, the more it's the same And the more you try to get rid of it, the more it remains You remember when the kid's dream to get to the top was bein doctors, firemen, even the cops? Look at the kids now, lost, no hope To get ahead they plan to rap, play ball, or sell dope (ooooh) And if you thinkin we the problem you wrong A generation died at the same time our fathers was born (Chorus) (Big Stan) I've seen a broken home influence a good kid to go bad Cause boys with sane minds to go mad (uhh) And young girls to lose they innocence so fast And so often the results are so sad Losin her skirt, don't even know what flirt means So a baby's poppin up with a baby at thirteen (damn) A few years, she tried to settle down with her man Tried to stop fuckin all them other niggaz and can't Though she want to, the curse got her doin this dirt Cause she saw mommy do it whenever daddy went to work (damn) And it hurts, I know the pain call it the truth Bad parents are destroyin the youth, I been there (WHAT?!) I've watched men beat on my mother my whole life So when I hit my baby mother I thought it was alright (NO!!!) Maybe if I woke up and them niggaz was gone I woulda knew that all the hittin was wrong, talk to me (Chorus) - 2X (DMX) My niggaz This, is, for my niggaz This, is, for my niggaz This, is, for my niggaz This right here?! Is for my niggaz B.S. baby! Uh-huh, uhh Bloodline, bloodline, bloodline! All my dogs, off the motherfuckin chain! Arf, arf, arf, arf, arf-arf, ya heard? Bitch ass nigga (bitch ass nigga!) Iceberg, hoo, B.K.! Ali X! St. Claire! Jinx! |
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[Verse 1-Memphis Bleek]
Yeah, I come from bottom to the top I seen a lotta niggaz fall Top to bottom, cause they flows wasnt hot Them niggaz swore they was chillin, Reality they not Thats why I'm in the spot, Treat the ?? like the pot I'm strappin up that product, get my strip back in order Hit records, its like a brick, 16s is like a quarter/quota Thats why I'm tryna flip it, this time i'ma do it different Mixtapes is like a fiend, niggaz givin free hits and You niggaz let'm sample it, Neva give'm the work Now this tape better then your album sales, lookin hurt I'm tryna take it back in the day, when it was 20 time Industry is fucked up, the back to sellin niggaz dimes Singles is nickles, lotta albums done flopped Lotta labels done dropped, you was signed, now you not Thats why I neva play wit the position I'm held wit Who lie about sellin drugs? Album ain't sell shit [Scratched] You heard the title nigga, 5-3-4 (Cant hear the rest) [Verse 2-Memphis Bleek] I'm bout to have this thing on lock, you can't tell me different I got the soft n hard top, you could tell I'm livin I got that gat on my lap, just don't tell the snitches They got they tail between they legs, you could tell they bitches Their ain't no heaven for a G, so the hell with it My life is deep, motherfuckers please delve in it Started with promo, no homo, movin 12 inches Pimp the game, comin to age at 12, bitches (Thats when I had well-wishes) Niggaz call me prince of the city Next in line, call me king of new-yitty, pity How the same niggaz that bailed wit me, bailed on me Took to many pulls of the L on me Drank up all kool-aid, left glasses in my kitchen Food for thought, my nigga you do the dishes [Scratched] You heard the game and the name You heard the title niggaz, 5-3-4 ............... |
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| 5:02 |
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(feat. Cash $ Millionaires)
[Verse 1: Baby] Mack 10 said he got it and he servin fo' six But I'm the bird man nigga, need to score some shit I need a warehouse full, with pets, riders and bulls couple of chopper, mack 11, and some Hot Boy Hood My Lil' Bitch Kisha said she hit the mall, bought some goods She gone bring it straight to daddy, break her off with the wood The beauty shop stay poppin', cause this zones keep rockin And my phone keep plunckin', cause these hoez keep jockin Just bought a new six with bra-less kit Put me on the floor two nines in my hip The reason the drought is cause the feds done bust' my ship Got a crew of head busters that will split your shit Got a old and young bitch that'll take that trick Hit the streets, with that work 400 a zip Gave my nigga ???? car go break them bricks Go flood that magnoila cause I want that bitch KC take this glock, make will of the spot Tanto, Tito and Wap ya'll hug the block And we gon tell the police, this this where money be clocked And they can suck a nigga dick cause the hustle dont stop [Hook: Juvenile & Lil' Wayne] [Juve] You could beg shorty, you could keep it dirty You could flip a birdy , you could cut it and serve it And I keep it real, and I play the field And I know when to deal, and I know when to kill [Wayne] And I flip the guns, when I collect the funds And I make all the ones, and I can play the drums You could hang in a jungle, you could push them bundles You could drive a Bentley, you could drive a Hummer [Verse 2: Turk] Look Nigga know that I got that work So he plottin' and watchin' try to see when I'm gone So he could break in my housin I'm a bake a cake for 'im, make 'im think I'm out of town I know he's here hustlin' I want my monkey talkin loud tellin' my round I'll be there pick me up from the port On my way to Nashville, 10 bricks I'm goin to score Probably get a lil' dope, cause that dope make more money 20 dollars for a bag half a gram for 100 This nigga just don't know I'm on top of my game Should have keep it to himself but instead he told Elaine That I'ma get that nigga Turk So I got to bust his brains Cause if I let that nigga slide than he gon' try to do it again So I gotta handle that mind get rid of the bitch quick Bust him up fast throw him in a lake and spilt Jack who, take what, from who, not me Get a bullet in your head and leave that ass in the streets Hook [Verse 3: Mack 10] From Atlanta the drive-bys low ridin and shit talkin' Sherm smokin, crack, sellin' Blood and Cripp walkin Mack One-0's the name nigga Hustlin' is my thang nigga CMR and West Side Who Bang is the game nigga Recognize a G in me, off top we wig-splitters Young and Thuggin' like Turk and them head bustin' niggas check it I like the funk and shoot first is what they tell me And no matter what it cost Slim and Baby gon bail me I fight all my murder and dope cases from the bricks Known and loved by every hoochie, bitch, and project chick Cause I floss ice and buy crack at the boss price And I been fucked and sucked by all my hoez at least twice I'm reppin killah Cali, but down with them south niggas U know, them uptown gold and platinum mouth niggas Mack stay cockin' low, and down to ride for the cause We keep it crackin' from Crenshaw to the Mardi gras Chicken Hoez, game affiliated and drung related I'm a drop-top Bentley pushin nigga with my crop braided From the feet up G'd up is my everyday behavior A million dollar nigga, still ride in Chuck Taylor's The fans worse then them jackers, try to keep me in sight Gotta take backstreets and alleys to get home every night Mack is to much of a rider I could never be a sucker I'ma ball till I fall and keep it gangster as a motherfucker Hook |
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| 4:25 |
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(feat. Aja)
Uhh Step up Drag-On Uhh [Drag-On] Look look look look I don't mean to sound blunt, can I hit 'em up I ain't the one to play baby he did to her I ain't the one to get the kitty cat kitten smashed You Drag quick to bare men huh Yeah I told I did when I did it huh How many of y'all mommies y'all think I can fit in my car Only two wit a GT no body guard Not a wide body keep the chick body wide Brought me everything brought my shoes I MEAN THAT Keep the pretty mommies like ANGIE MARTINEZ Yo my people yo we out where the PARTY AT? Break a chick then I'm like WHERE THE CAR KEYS AT? PARK ME BACK Left for the shit like CAN I HOLD THAT? Let the cat get one more dance before I get in the pants She come up "where the dough at"? And that's right here Look look look at shorty right there Wit that blonde hair whippin wit the night airs YEAH You know Drag hit the pipe there YEAH All I did was ask her she said YEAH No fair, it was too easy It was too sleezy Eigther you wet, or this rubber to greasy That's how I like it make dog feel SQUEEZY Any number you wanna call you can REACH ME I'm like an aparment you can LEASE ME Y'all might as well call me a POLICEMAN The way I keep the puss locked in my PRECENT Passenger seat I keep somethin DECENT Drop the top and let her do the BREEZIN But I'm not hearin it I leave you wit a question mark and you on your period [chorus: Aja] You off da chain daddy You awfully freaky boy You wanna do it from the front daddy? Ooo well I like it from the back boy You wanna do it from the side daddy? Get on top Ruff Ryde boy You off da chain daddy You awfully freaky boy Come on When you want me come get me I'll be easy daddy But-but wait I'm on fire, you so freaky boy Don't hold back got contact Get Ruff and ready daddy I can't wait got me ache So Drag come onnnnn!! [Drag-On] Look look look look Yo mommie wanna get wit this With y'all I play it safe I wear a red hat like Limp Bizkit I don't even put it back I just put it right on the tip Jump right on the hips Everybody wanna count Drag-On chips Instead of chunk chuggas count the own chips Cab? please I might know you in my whip But don't it come wit that shit got a passenger seat (HAA-HAA!!) Mommie wanna fight, we can thump we can thump Then I throw my Hammer like Pumps and a Bump Love how ya look to the dome to the dome Gotta big truck we can poppin the trunk Mommie wanna ask me why I'm so quick to slide a chick Listen it might sound STUPID But the reason why this star and handsome cat keep ya pants on Cause the sides to big Ya feel me? You don't really wanna try this kid, Ya feel me? Cause you know I got shots to give, ya feel me? Look at the ass on honey, look look at shorty She know I keep the cash money like Woo-Woodie Duck dodge you know Double R give a chick a Ruff Ryde When she come home We got ya wind dome pullin off right outside In my ride (In my ride) [chorus] [Drag-On (Aja)] Look look look look Look at shorty mean booty Yeah I keep 'em in the kitchen so I keep on skates like Tootie And I love it when they through it in my face In the night the groupie But they still wanna do me Chick could have fooled me How the hell you a professional the first time? You ain't come yet? O well I came to win You gonna come when I come back again I'm back again I tell you like Schwarzenegger "I'll be back" to pound ya back Now mommie tell me how you like the sound of that? Like when I hit it like (HMMM!!) Now did I hit it right (YEAH!) When I flip her over then I truck her like (DAMN!) Well that's too tight So the I flip her back over tear a back boner Mommie might need a back doner [chorus x2] |
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| 4:42 |
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(feat. Redman)
[Redman] Yo yo.. [Chorus x2: Redman and Lady Luck] [R] HEY LADIEEEES!! [L] Luck's the name [L] Stay a-bove the game, for ones bust them thangs [R] HEY LADIEEEES!! [L] Yo, you niggaz can't stop me [L] This chick is cocky with the big body papi bought me [Lady Luck] Nigga I be, that chick that'll brawl with a dude Strut around nose up with a attitude Flaunt jewels, haunt crews, Luck is bad news Pull 'em out a tool, show ya what a MAC'll do Aim for your North Face coat Or put three up in your small face and a couple up in your throat Far from a joke, AND it's that time of the month My niggaz came to the party drunk, gettin it crunk They say it's, type foul how I look at life now Slumped in the drop with a loaded ri-fle Type wild, lifestyle, dizzy off Cris-tal Talk with a lisp now, walk with a limp now MUST be a pit now, I'm always with my man Grand in my hand just signed to Def Jam Along with Nia Long lookin for "The Best Man" Lay up in the wet sands when not in the 'luxe Land Nigga uhh [Redman] Yo yo.. [Chorus] [Lady Luck] You heard the flow's lava And little momma spit it hotter than the enchilada Foot to the floor, whip the Jag like a stunt driver (SCREEE!) The glock right beside her And Shannon Scholar follow and we came to lock the block up You heard "blaka blaka" coward get your coke and rocks up Somebody call the cops up, need vice squad to stop up Doin a buck-thirty zone in a big poppa How I look; fallin in love and then Luck get knocked up? I need a brolic nigga (uhh) hydraulic nigga (uhh) Swervin from the feds, ridin coke pilin nigga I'm never silent nigga, Luck get kinda violent nigga The type to snatch you out your car and take your wallet nigga (Get outta there!) I roll with cuz-ons, fam get your thug on (Why not?) Type to beat a nigga down if he mug wrong Every time, Luck mix coke in every line And stop askin nigga yeah I write my own rhymes [Redman] Yo yo.. [Chorus] [Lady Luck] Nigga I be, that chick that have you eatin through an IV [beep, beep, FLATLINE] You cowards try me I'll let the slugs fly free Where the rocks be? Where the jocks be? You grab a glock and let it pop if you gon' stop me I'm probably hot, the Goddess in here Better spit your hardest this year, I'm starvin this year Regardless who here, Luck gon' murder the flow You broke-ass niggaz act like you allergic to dough Never get none nigga let your lip run And watch my clique come, cock back and spit one (blaow!) Move smoother than the juices when my clit cum (uhh) And every time I rock, watch my pockets thick-en Y'all ride dick on any cat that can buy the P-rada And scatter my motto why bother when Luck about dollars Female rap Tony Montana bubble like saunas Bring the armor make your block look like a tiny Pearl Harbor You wants no drama [Redman] Yo yo.. [Chorus] [Chorus x1/2] [Redman] HEY LADIEEEES!! Yo wild Wild the fuck out (wild the fuck out) Dumb the fuck out (dumb the fuck out) HEY LADIEEEES!! Yo wild Wild the fuck out (wild the fuck out) Dumb the fuck out (dumb the fuck out) HEY LADIEEEES!! Yo wild Wild the fuck out (wild the fuck out) Dumb the fuck out (dumb the fuck out) HEY LADIEEEES!! Yo wild Wild the fuck out (wild the fuck out) Dumb the fuck out (dumb the fuck out) [Lady Luck] Luck's the name Stay a-bove the game, for ones bust them thangs Yo, you niggaz can't stop me This chick is cocky with the big body papi bought me |
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