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Intro/chorus:
Jump (jump), jump (jump), jump (jump), jump (jump), jump (jump) Not yet....... Jump (get up), jump (get up), jump (get up), jump (get up), jump (get up) How many niggas gettin lye tonight? How many niggas gettin high tonight? Jump (get up), jump (get up), jump (get up), jump (get up), jump (get up) Verse 1: treach Na-na, na-na I say fight, you holler a quarter day late A dollar short, poppin more corks and niggas don't get Ya collared court, trife ass whitney will you motherfuckin mouth, aight And change your life, we'll sell your life, and tape your fat ass tight Must be just the master monk The underhood, the underworld's under man Motherfuck bein understood, long as we understand You can't twist the treach ? ? ? ? ? and mix his friends Niggas over here don't switch and bitch and bend All eyes on a prize, pimpin it, and battle a million dollar chance I glance and just take your tip It's that last nine hundred and ninety nine thou' And bowed and thanked the crowd bein in style And gimme all these boys a while, truth will tell, I ain't have skunk Get em tough and guts, smoke from *? stoge? * and hand treach Get em out of grants that they owe, the top notch Makin blocks flock, don't have to bust shots I got props, I'm warning you like closing doors when cop knocks Chorus Verse 2: vin rock Ha Now let me line this nigga up How you soundin talkin plain wit my name, man what the fuck? Oh, you don't know, boom bap smack and there it is How we dealin wit these frustrated niggas in the biz? (what the fuck was he freakin? ) I bring some drink in, just for fun They be guzzlin on gallons of that red ass rum You might as well-a put a motherfuckin bounty on your head Cos the drama's for your momma, till your bitch ass dead (let those) chickens, I see your mental picture clickin I, know I only make it for the one-night stickin Phat, I take that back because I was not thinkin After one piece of my dick, your brain starts shrinkin How many niggas gettin lye tonight? How many niggas gettin high tonight? Jump (get up), jump (get up), jump (get up), jump (get up), jump (get up) Verse 3: treach, vin rock What? check it, when the man ain't the man no more We'll see which one of his men will withstand and be the man in the war All that rah rah, I send that ass bye bye After that I fly, I put that on the tatt on my neck, capital i-i Serve those wit the nerve to test this Step and get'cha records clipped Original is what you kick but I know you better quit You analyse my click then go duplicate my shit Discredit's what you get, cos you bit Niggas get the hit-low, and shit loads, I flip shows If it goes to glocks, we didn't have the blocks in your zip code Keep hittin knockers wit the showstopper in this industry For they hit us with the hoffa or kennedy remedy That's when vinnie will be Lightin shit up brighter than a bicentennial, see we Sick of talkin shit, niggas knowin how we do So if you don't fuck with us, we won't have to fuck with you (we won't have to fuck wit you) Chorus |
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Now I`ve seen places and faces
And things you ain`t never thought about thinking If you ain`t peek then you must be drinking and smokin` Pretending not to lockin` but you`re brokin` Let me get you open now Little Timmy got his diploma and, little Jimmy got life And Tamikra around the corner Just took her first hit off The pipe The other homie shot the other homie And ran away with his money And when the other homies heard about it They thought it was funny but who`s the dummy Now you done lost the hustler A down-ass brother got replaced by a buster And though I got love for ya, I know I can`t trust you Coz my crew is rollin` home and your crew is rollin` dusta And just because of that you act you don`t like the brother No more, uh, I guess that`s just the way it goes I ain`t tryina preach, I believe I can reach But your mind ain`t prepared, I see you when you get there I`ll see you when you get there If you ever get there, see you when you get there I`ll see you when you get there if you ever get there See you when you get there ore temptation and faith I guess we livin` for the day I seen a man get swept off his feet by a bullet and an AK the situation so twisted everybody gettin lifted I`m just tryin to take care of my kids And handle my business coz it way too serious So you gotta pay close attention So you don`t get caught sittin` When they come and do all the gettin` Life is a big game so you gotta play it with a big horse Someone`s gotta run a little faster Coz we gotta lay the strugle I`d be a fool to surrender When I know I can be a contender And if everybody`s a contender then everybody could be A winner, no matter you rag collar deep down we all brothers and regardless of the time somebody else still love us I`m a scuff and strugle y`all breathless and weak I just strived my whole life to make it to the mountain peak always keep reaching sure to grab on to something I`ll be there when you get there when you wit the sound bumpin` You need to loosen up and live a little and if they got kids let them know how you feelin` for your own sake give a little oh, you don`t want to hear that you busy tryina stack and keep them from the Jones`s is taking advantage of your own the realist homies got you but you known them longest but some ain`t missing a good thing until it`s gone could have built an empire if not for the jelousy that you righteous we prefare to keep our eyes shut to describe when it`s something wrong and we desire so hold your head up high if your poor and righteous until time seems right the problems seem endless put the time to this fairly we gotta put ourselves together and if you feel you`re obligated then you need to get back in it coz nothing worse than a quitter you gotta face responsibility one day, my brother so gather up your pity and turn it to ambition and put your vehicle and drive and stop by my side As we walk down the road of our destiny and the times when there was a the we got one push to give and one life to live stand up for something or lie down in your game listen to the song that we sing it`s up to you to make it big I guess I`ll see you when you see me |
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| 5. |
| 3:31 |
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It's a Queen's thing, too fly, word up
Khadafi, the next life, yeah, Thug Paradise No doubt, check me out, yeah, yeah Aiyyo son, let me, let me put you on to what happened And how it went down, check it, tell me son, word up Yo, TV's in the headrest, Sega Entertainment Pushed the Lex Land on the way to my arraignment D.A. got a witness, lawyer can't explain it Face the judge, on some money maintain shit Black Caesar, hundred grand on the Visa Took the stand, suddenly, caught amnesia Found him in the warehouse, tied in the freezer That's the life of a thug when he hold heaters Willies, up North, turn to dick beaters Sendin' flicks to any bitch that'll feed us 360 ways with the shell-top Adidas The Black Jesus, Lebanon, remain calm Rock and stay green, sippin' on Don Arabic link, Cartier on the arm Nigga fresh off work release, Hercules Nigga fuck the deez, we blazin' trees Capone bag the keys, let's move like a gypsy It's hot out here, relocate to Poughkeepsie Feds play the roof in the hood try to hit me Snakes on the block wanna sip Mo' wit me The life of a thug wasn't made right When I die leave a bottle of Don by the grave site The tombstone let the record show I was sinnin' Lay me in the earth with the Armani linen All my convicts, livin' on the edge of life Criminal type thugs who love to pull a heist We move sheist, livin' in these days of trife Rockin' four carat ice, in Thug Paradise Thug Paradise, yeah, yo yo, yeah, yo, in Thug Paradise One for the money, two for the villainous streets From Willies holdin' millions, foreala with no feelin' Shit, my resident, Q-B settlement Hit him on the hill, Jake wonder where the medal went Jump in the Acura, then blast a trey Pour this A for those who passed away My whole click shinin' like a diamond While on Riker's Island, fake niggaz eat a dick rhymin' Mighty chrome we got a song Capone-N-Noreaga's on, we try to touch like a flip phone I sip on Porter while you get extorted to single Illegal life stick you, I hope the world bought it Yeah, no doubt, Capone-N-Noreaga All my convicts, livin' on the edge of life Criminal type thugs who love to pull a heist We move sheist, livin' in these days of trife Rockin' four carat ice in Thug Paradise Yo, it was broad daylight Woke up, early in the mornin' Didn't even brush my teeth I grabbed heat, bust the frontal leaf Then roll up, some sweets That they was on since yesterday night Dunn and got bucked in his windpipe We'll go to war until you pre-write Pick tight, can I stick to guns in a gunfight Yo, lots of diamonds The new millennium was promised Black comments We tryin' to squash that big But niggaz get hard headed, filled wit leaded Fuck around and get deaded Now I'm wetted, God set it, automatic Yeah, me you face these niggaz starvin' General of rap swarmin', acousiastic Attract with the glock plastic Move quickly, switch rides to Poughkeepsie Black tipsy, but tell me, destiny Move quickly, stick heads, be tryin' to stick me You mad morbid, but it's a planet out of orbit Can't absorb it but tell me, you all for it Can't call it, my defense'll make you forfeit Son, you quit fuckin' wit Iraqs dick The General hoe, create my own chrome like y'all vote Blast it too and plus it take two, now know All my convicts, livin' on the edge of life Criminal type thugs who love to pull a heist We move sheist livin' in these days of trife Rockin' four carat ice, Thug Paradise Yeah, thug Paradise, Kaddafi Four carat ice, twenty five to life See ya in there, yeah, yeah Kuwait and Iraq |
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| 4:18 |
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| 3:43 |
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Andre:
Now sittin' in the bathtub listening to the Isley Brothers and others outside my door want to despise me Reminds me that everyone ain't cool the world is jealous Never could understand when my momma used to tell us "Don't take your food outside around your friends Unless you got enough to feed the neighborhood" The play has just began follow me now Act 1 scene 2 the date 1/1/96 the time I don't know Mood disturbed, Ray goes on to say they trying to get over Like them niggas with the blinker on, I got my thinker on So I'm like word, How every you want to act is fine That is real as fishing rods I might be kissing God But I'm still in the battle so if you got cattle you best be fasting For 7 days and 7 nights we everlasting ? on a quest to get my class ring just from them fhite wolks I will if it's the last thing I do Hook: Everlasting talking: Yeah, slick knowhatI'msayin'? I'm gonna tell you like this. Just cause I live the apartment don't mean you can keep puttin' notes under my windshield I tell you shortie gonna bust your ass about that shit. Big Boi: Hey y'all hey y'all hey y'all hoes Back up in this bitch rippin' tracks like I'm suppose Tommy and Ralph Lauren don't like niggas to wear they clothes Where your proof at? Who's that? Talking shit like those Keepin' the rumors up, I wish I lived in a f**kin' cave I ride the streets in Lexus all these hoes wanna be saved Go to college get a job because all you want to do is shake I use to hit club niggas but I gave taht shit a break Just like Maaco, Waco, burn it to the ground I bet you eatin' pork when your partners ain't around Backdraft things are Shaft slapping these hoes Just like he's suppose to, quote you "Big Boi is the pimp ass nigga that formed you" Like pottery, sloppily playin' hoes like lotteries OutKast did the dirt and now you swear your shit is poppin' see You bit beats, we makin' hits so give me your flag back I'm living in the SWATS so you may call me Daddy Fatsack Yeah you know what I'm sayin'? Like this. Everlasting Hook Big Boi: One in a million men passing the J off in the courtyard Don't y'all smoke a couple of pounds and get tore up y'all And tear the devil headquarter down to the grizzound Is how we hit the house and puff a couple of good pounds Of good weed, PeeWee, my nigga Little Beewee We need a 50 box of Phillies and some bouncin' titties From the magic the flame niggas too is sharin' sequels Never payin' for no pussy You can shake it you can keep it to your self hoe Andre: You left your morals at the door, when you stepped in crept in Nigga this baby is at the beach so now you wondering Why your nigga done bust you in the fore, head Ain't no respect there so you just assed out like breech Delivery slivery got you swung on these types of things Go on from here to Bornhome to London England, Wall Street to y'all street Sometime I get bewildered and it throws a nigga like me off beat But I'm back on it Because we last forever sound good don't it? Rattling in your trunks like FAMU and the component Said that's it, man f**k that shit On and on and on and I'm out Hook |
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When i'm sexing u when i'm next 2 u i know it's alright , it's the things u do make me cling to u cause i know it's alright . 1-Theirs a special way that u do what u do anywhere and anytime your not an ordinary lover u give me sometimes keep me so satisfied Chorus I'm over whelemed by the way that u handle cause i been down for a little while i've got experience to know when it's this good everything everything is alright Chorus When your here i dont' fear i feel so safe and secure u feel good in my arms and i know , your the one Chorus How do I know your never go , you've got to be the one for me i always pray that u will stay so baby , don't u go How do I know your never go , you've got to be the one for me i always pray that u will stay so baby dont' u go Chorus |
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| 4:45 |
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Yeah
Been a hard day It ain't nuttin but a war poppin off in the hood (Intro/Chorus:) What's really going on? A nigga barely holding on What really goes on when you can't hold on It's so wrong when the love is gone (Don't fuck around in downtown L.A.) The kingpin keeps shippin yea, me I stay mashin, I'm laughin off da petty Eyes heavy, puffin my resi, God help me Can y'all tell me something this good? Now it's Black Caesar bumpin in the hood Peace to Tacktown, clowns, where you at now? Fools is ready to lay the smack down I just lay this bomb ass rap down True armageddon thugs, hear the spray, heaven's love They might try to lace us with seven slugs Word, cos the truth up in my sentence How we gon' send shit on sunny days of independance? Witness how my game goes, don't play no's who think my game low cos we rockin the same clothes Relax and flame ol' bud while 2-0-6 bend My click's in, thoughts, they summon up Egyptians Mixed in with the thug pact But them same thugs that gave you love back, put scherm in your bud sack They got your ass wet, wit Teks Took your last breath, open your chest, now put you past flesh Why's that? Blacks train to kill they own kind I'm goin, why? Fit this tap up on momma's phoneline Crime infested ghetto, rats and roaches Fools act loc and go get the gas to roll wit (Chorus) Hey suppose you was chose to blossom like a rose Flossin on Vogues, everything was solid gold Hittin cruise control, everybody lose control Peep game like Keith, man, I be the most beautiful Special with K-ajun celebration Black is radiance, from Wes Craven, get your chest caved in Black Jesus, crews, cadillac and Mac divas Hot like Gallactica, so what's happenin? What? More streetwiser than Kaiser Sosa, no way, Jose can you fuck with my hustle forte It's more ways than one, more than a hundred and one dalmations Better get with this gang affiliation Pain, you're really facin, you ain't bein your brother's keeper How long does it take for love to reach ya? Too late, you in a deep sleeper, the Grim Reaper creeper We just lay in the cut, blazin it up (Bitch) (Chorus x2) I'm hollerin bout peace while y'all increase the crime rate Rats smackin on blind dates, homey lost in a mindstate Up to Grind Lake, well this smoker's bangin for deals Juli school him on life, try to tell him heaven is real But ?????? still, they mischemin the creeper Black Caesar blaze a sack, gave em daps, hold on that Jesus We just in this rollercoaster, a soldier toaster Left the little locs a-dead on the sofa, the drama's closer If momma choke up, bet this what the game is worth Explain the pain, it hurts, bendin the niggas since I came to Earth Slang some work and makin money dat the Gz earn Rookies digest the process slow as my trees burn C's, *?Worm?* and Juli heat up the climate I'm that one shinin, reflectin off Willie's diamond Designin hoods, crept on without the teflon This plain resident left Georgia early like Stefan Got chrome by the ozones The homies pluggin me wit two 50's, take it wit me and see what goes on What goes on (Can they feel me?) (Chorus x2) (Outro:) Puttin it down for the T-town Black Caesar, barely holdin on It's all wrong when the love is gone |
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Brace yourself for the awesome and rare
The real, the right dynamite is in the atmosphere As there's a time and place for everything that's under the sun This is the time and the place that we have some fun Now take a see to check the pedigree of the band that's spelled S-T-E-T The rhymerator, Dee-Lite, the R-O-D And on the keys, my brother D-P-C Wise, Frukwan and my DJ Paul We puttin competition back, up against the back of the wall Me and the band that I just mention present to you a new invention We-we-we-we regulate a Stets-a-flucture So def, a listen to the structure Formulate ya own, but please don't touch a Good lokkin out, we thank ya very much a Heed this style on the cartwheel nightcha Fight to the end, I bet we'll bust ya up And ya welcome to a force that creeps Slowly but surely, enough we'll defeat you, BREAK..... Break: (*scratchin*) Straight to the letter witta hip-hop band of America, London and even Japan And you surely will admit by bein a fan Nobody else does it like we can To battle us is truly a gamble Excellence is proven by example The ladies smile while the bodies are in shamble Back off Puba, this ya can't handle The rhythm homeboy is definitely ringin The beats and rhymes are the chords that are tinglin So grab your girl, let's start the jam For at the helm is a band who's in demand, BREAK..... Break: Go (x31) Ch-ch-ch-champ wit the punch of a verbal grenade and a rhyme that's equipped as a barricade Cool and clever, crack I never Wit my crew I will never sever Brooklyn, New York is our home town That is the place we always go down And every night a party goes down And when it starts, it never slows down We boogie to the DJ's non-stop To the sound of the Brooklyn hip-hop And if you've ever seen Brooklyn rock (*scratchin of 'Brooklyn'*) rocks it non-stop, BREAK........ Break: Go Brooklyn (x15) Point blank, our deliverance is me but smooth Stands out like a winner at'cha favorite tune All tension is released upon the call of the beat As you rock along to a funky treat Like a torch, we're keepin you active Our rhythm will hold you captive We're perfecters of the poem we sing Mobbin in to the top with the style's that's addicting No doubt, about what we capture A-nother classical treasure So productive and effective Chuck it out as a jam that's spreading It-it ain't nuttin like hip-hop music You like it cos you choose it Most DJ's won't refuse it A lotta sucker MC's misuse it Don't think that Stet can lose it Too much to gain to abuse it The name of the game is rapture This song is complete and captured, BREAK..... |
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Money don’t make my world go round
I’m reaching out for the higher ground To a warm and peaceful place I can rest my weary face Life’s answers we try to find (Oh we try to find, yes we try to find) Battling inside our minds Where do I go from here? Will all my friends be there? Cause we’re living, we’re living in a crazy maze And we’re fighting, we’re fighting to rise above the haze Light’s at the end of the tunnel Sometimes the journey’s long There are many theories Who’s right and who’s wrong? The pressure’s on I have to choose I’ve got nothing to lose I close my eyes I take a chance (ay yi yi) Now I dance a different dance What’s the key to a happy life? (tell me now no no no) A healthy mind and lots of spice Running barefoot through the trees (oh oh) That’s my idea of free Cause we’re living, we’re living in a crazy maze And we’re fighting, we’re fighting to rise above the haze Light’s at the end of the tunnel Sometimes the journey’s long There are many theories Who’s right and who’s wrong? I pack my bags I’m on my way I don’t know where I’m gonna stay I’m on the train bound destiny I can set my spirit free Cause we’re living, we’re living in a crazy maze And we’re fighting, we’re fighting to rise above the haze Light’s at the end of the tunnel Sometimes the journey’s long There are many theories Who’s right and who’s wrong? Cause we’re living, yes, we’re living in a crazy maze We’re fighting, we’re fighting to rise above the haze Light’s at the end of the tunnel The journey may be long There are many theories Who’s right and who’s wrong? Cause we’re living, yes, we’re living in a crazy maze And we’re fighting, we’re fighting to rise above the haze Light’s at the end of the tunnel The journey may be long There are many theories Who’s right and who’s wrong? Cause we’re living, oh, we’re living We’re dying, yes, we’re dying The journey may be long Who’s to know? When you have got to go, you have got to go Cause we’re living, yes, we’re living in a crazy maze... |
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