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You don't know just what I'd do for you
Love you tender, love you oh so good I can't wait to get to it babe I wanna do it baby... Show you what I'm all about, yeah Verse 1: I turn on some music And dim the lights Say everything you like to hear And do what you like Do all the things You don't expect me to do You can see how many ways I can love you Let me count the ways Hook: So many ways I can love you...Oooh (So many ways) So many ways I can blow your mind (I can blow your mind) So many ways I can love you (I can love you right) So many ways Show you a real time Count the ways I need somebody I'll take to any extreme To show you just what I mean I doubt if you have ever been With someone like me 'Cause all I want to do is make you happy Repeat Verse 1 Repeat Hook Repeat Verse 1 |
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| 4:18 |
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I got somebody
I got some I got somebody I got some I got somebody I got some I got somebody, I Was a fool to let you in After all the things you did to me I wasn't happy, oh You held me open like you did Didn't see the things I shoulda seen Now you remind me 1 - I used to cry every night You weren't here Shoulda been by my side And now it's time I'm saying that I Am making it clear You should be saying bye bye Cuz I 2 - I got somebody else The one I've waited for He gives me loving, all that I wish for I got somebody else Someone who's really sure I'm so in love He's all that I wish for You still hang out with your friends Fool around and then pretend to be Thinking about me, oh But now I got somebody new Who doesn't treat me like you used to do And now he's my baby boo Repeat 1 Repeat 2 You did me wrong When I moved on I was free to find someone who loved me I made up my mind To leave you behind Now I got somebody else Repeat 2 I've got somebody else I've got somebody else I've got somebody else I've got somebody else I The one I've waited for Someone I've waited for Got somebody, I I The one I've waited for The one I've waited for Got somebody, I I The one I've waited for Someone I've waited for Got somebody, I |
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Ain't what you want baby
It's what you need baby Ain't what you want baby It's what you neeeeeeeed Yo diamond crystal rings sharp like icicles nickel plated pistols, official Wu-Wear covers my physical Insulated thermal while others drain they co four butt solos Photographic photo type static great motivated soldier Or Wu say boulder head flower You can detect the true and living God from the scorer Keep your sword straight, maintain your weight But he ate too much monosodiumglutumate, and polysorbate And drug rate concentrate, with sodium benzoate By the chicken thighs and tryglycerides And this bitch advertised her breast size Eighty-five didn't realize, til the truth opened up his eyes Then he became highly civilized and spent time amongst the wise, went through a garment renaissance and stopped wearing Benetton Tommy Hill, Perry Ellis, Nautica, or Liz Claiborne Ocean Pacific, Fila, Bill Blass and leave fitted Quit the Armani sweaters with the Gucci wool knitted Now all he buys, Kani's, Cross Colours, Shabazz Brothers Mecca, Pelly Pell, 88, North Q, Bear and a few others For the new year, strictly Wu-Wear *Ain't what you want baby It's what you need baby Ain't what you waaaaaant Pele egg-head the top dresser One man catalog the London Fog casual hog Biere denim with the Cash Wu Nike and Kangol king Everyday, DLO jacket he gripped with the drawstring Fila supply big daddy started haveta brown skin derby master Tommy Hil Advil Double button Woolridge, red dickie turtleneck Mockneck, eighteen carat holdin my twenty-two shine In this like Macy's or Bloomingdale's The Century 21 son, the new portfolio dunn Now it's my time, Asian Wu-Wear, Cap and fleece wear One wear plaids the Don will hold the best for all wear plus blue wear, Wu-Wear, what's going on We're the best of this year, Wu-Wear and fleece wear Ain't what you want baby It's what you need baby Just come see me satisfaction guaranteed baby Just hold your own baby and just rock on baby I got this wine on my mind feelin fine darlin Now all you see baby ain't what you need baby I wanna know just how low it goes Official nasty asses, straight shots in dirty glasses Wu-Wear fleece for you and your stinkin piece Hard time and killer tactics Just hold your own baby Now just rock on baby I got this wine on my mind feelin fine darlin Now all you see baby Ain't what you need baby I wanna know just how low it go (x2) |
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| 4:00 |
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Yeah son
There's mad kids up here gettin CREAM for the 9-6 (True) Yeah and I been doin this shit for a long time Y'know? Shootin game bombs the mind (Aight) And this is a year when mad caps get peeled So I'ma spark this line, kick the real (Bang em out!) With all this chaos in the realms of the street Ya local street thug gots ta make ends meet (True) The average Joe is far too slow for this ghetto pro You better know when I hit the streets I like to glow I like to glisten and at the same time stay low listen, motherfuck the fame, I'm persuin the dope My steelo is abolic to a kilo Cash is poppin, coke is cokin, fiends is coppin Ain't that some shit, a player that's use to livin rich is now a stick-up kid caught up in the ditch In '94, Giuliani kicked down the door In '95, niggas flipped to stay alive Peelin caps while I laugh in the stash, four and a half Remy and a glass, sparked the boom then I blast They wanna confine me, sneak up from behind me Bust a cap in my back and put me where they can't find me They hate to see a young player pay (Naw, they don't wanna see that Sean) They'd rather see him spray But I'm like Vinny, a terminator, squeeze and let off Usin verbs and nouns like rounds to blow ya head off Hit nuff spots, heat nuff Glocks If that's what it stops like Columbian blow crops I'm out get the CREAM and ain't no doubt in my mind Fuck this roach shit, I'm hit, I get down for mine *I get down for mine who be gettin down for theirs If we gettin money put ya hands in the air I get down for mine who be gettin down for theirs On the regular, shakin victims with no fear *Repeat I hear you wanna be a player, alright son place your bets Let's play a game of real nigga roulette Witness a DOA as I spray the melee Content and punctuation is compared to AK You want a daily overdose from pure funk I'm buckin off like Tommy 'gain but calm as a Buddhist monk Decapitatin rappers in my trunk (what?) I'm sick, puffin skunk, bouncin wit my click, poppin mega junk I'm gettin dank white clouds be zig-zaggin What's this talk about flippin ki's, c'mon you're nickel-baggin! I'm blastin off wigs, make doubters believe it you see I was packin heaters when jokers was bangin cheerleaders Ain't nothin changed, it's still the same in the rap game I'm known for bangin rookies out the frame Y'all done forgot who was the pimp from the start Sippin vintage wine eatin a'la carte I'm phenomenal from the abdominal Far from comical, lyrics is stickin the brains like barnicle Never sleep, I'm bringin the drama to the streets with techniques and rollin in fleet Ain't nothin sweet about the streets so I'm poetically ill I'm pure like coka and lyrics shine like Fiscelle I got to bring it at'cha throat and you ain't showin no signs K-Def let em know I get down for mine *Repeat (x2) I get down for mine(x4) I get down for mine who be gettin down for theirs On the regular, shakin victims with no fears |
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| 5. |
| 3:43 |
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I just can't help feeling the way I feel
Just let me show you this love is real I just can't help feeling the way I feel The things you do to me, boy I love you The time has come for me to show Show that I care for you so No one makes me feel the way you do And I'll never let you go. I just can't help feeling the way I feel Just let me show you this love is real I just can't help feeling the way I feel The things you do to me, boy I love you You know my love for you is strong I loved you for too long Now it's time for you to realize, That you'll always be in my heart And I love the things you do for me You give me so much joy Boy you know all I need is you You mean the world to me and It's plain to see that (boy) I love you. I just can't help feeling the way I feel Just let me show you this love is real I just can't help feeling the way I feel The things you do to me, boy I love you I just can't help feeling the way I feel Just let me show you this love is real I just can't help feeling the way I feel The things you do to me, boy I love you And I love the things you do to me You give me so much joy Boy you know all I need is you You mean the world to me and It's plain to see that (boy) I love you. (CHORUS X 2) |
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| 6. |
| 4:12 |
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Umm say baby won't you play it over for me
So I can get used to it Yeah that's the part That's it Yeah that right there I love that Ah this is what's coming up right here Ooh yeah yes (Ah yeah) Erykah, every day there's something new Honey, to keep me lovin' you And with every passing minute Ah baby, so much joy wrapped up in it *Oh, heaven must have sent you from above Oh, heaven must have sent your precious love And I, I've got a song to sing Telling' the world about the joy you bring, ooh And you gave me, you gave me a reason for livin' And ooh, you taught me, you taught me the meaning of giving *Repeat Oh, to find a love like ours is rare these days Cause you've shown me happiness means in so many ways I look in the mirror, and I'm glad to see Laughter in the eyes where tears used to be What you've given me I could never return, yeah 'Cause there's so much, girl, I have yet to learn And I just wanna I just wanna show my appreciation Cause when I found you, I found a new inspiration *Repeat till end |
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| 4:04 |
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"Can you hear me say it?" Everybody in the rap world today.
Pull up a chair and parlay (word up). It's Extra P and Pete Rock (yeah) we got something to say (what?). Comin' at cha with the rapture (you know) for the nine double trey (c'mon) how we do e'ryday (knowhatI'msayin'?), Bust the flava. "Can you hear me say it?" I represent from the east coast bringing the ruckus Styles lost so from the mic you get tossed Penetrating through your soul son taking drastic measures Striving for buring treasures living life forever However the Soul Brother still doing his thing Bout to get you wide open off the songs that we sing You fiend from Mt. Vernon to Queens the Extra P About to set up shop and drop his next degree nigga Yo, I brake it down unto the very last morsel Make you shake your torso Also To bring in the light to what's dark like a nark on a drug bust Niggas know the deal when I thrust Over the track ain't actin' masquerade and get sprayed By the automatic Rhyme addict that gets dramatic When the beast is ill you know the real really will C'mon kid listen how we swing it like a krill *"In the world" We got drugs and crime "In the world" We got snitch droppin' dime "In the world" We got money and clothes "In the world" You got friends and foes "In the world" Theres projects and tecs "In the world" Kid who knows what's next "In the world" You got love and hate "In the world" We got money to make C'mon the loaded Sp's the ensemble Pete Rock together with Large the bomb combo We raise the stakes on flakes and rock the show Flipmaster mania son we got to go to the top and won't stop Flop or fold wheather cop a gold or plat They hit the map In every section tag team connection wide Gettin' hot on each track we glide Yo the beat got me twisted rhymes are too delicious (huh) You look suspicious you wanna bite but can't grip it Recognize the flav as we lay it on wax Crime dogs of the funk and never Fakin' no Jax But for the record look on your face you see rejection It's hard to believe I liquidated every section Let's Get It On like Smif 'N' Wessun Or don't even look in my direction *Repeat We throw blows to the dome like Mike Tyson Suspend your rap license Kid bring on the cake plus the icing Raw deal to all my niggas who keep it real One love we fittin' like a hand in glove (Yo shit is drug son) Even hardcore for the thugs From east to west it's time to rise up above And build so blacks can chill I make cash at will The rap world is how I eat my meals So here's the jist it's the high top crisp Funk dons Comin' through to knock out Nas In this orderly fashion Straight up to fuck flashin' (what?) My capability to bring the uncut action To any set be the Queens lounge vet Large so dodge a camouflage cause you're pet Competition is no I got the glow so yo I'm truely in the world to stay the Large Pro *Repeat |
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| 3:17 |
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If peter piper pecked em, I betcha biggie bust em
He probably tried to fuck him, I told him not to trust him Lyrically, I dust em, off like Pledge Hit hard like sledge-hammers, bitch with that platinum grammer I am a diamond cluster hustler Queen bitch, supreme bitch Kill a nigga for my nigga by any means bitch Murder scene bitch Clean bitch, disease free bitch Check it, I write a rhyme, melt in your mouth like M&M's Roll with the M.A.F.I.A. remember them? Tell em when I used to mess with gentlemen Straight up aposttles, now strictly niggaz that jostle Kill a nigga for the figure, how you figure? Your cheddar would be better, Beretta inside of Beretta nobody do it better Bet I wet cha like hurricanes and typhoons Got buffoons eatin my pussy while I watch cartoons Seat the loon, this rap Pam Grier's here Baby drinkers beware, mostly Dolce wear Frank kill niggaz lives for one point five While you struggle and strive we pick which Benz to drive The M.A.F.I.A. you wanna be em Most of y'all niggaz can't eat without per diem I'm rich, I'ma stay that bitch Uhh, who you lovin who you wanna be huggin Roll with niggaz that be thuggin, buggin In the tunnel in Eso's Sippin espresso, Cappuchino wit Nino On a mission for the lucci creno I used to wear Moscino, but every bitch got it Now I rock colorful minks because my pockets stay knotted C-note after C-note, Frank Bo hold fifteen plus the caterer you think you greater, uh (You niggaz got some audacity You sold a million now you half of me Get off my dick, kick it bitch) Check my pitch, or send it persona And I'll still stick your moms for her stocks and bonds I got that bomb ass cock, a good ass shot With hardcore flows to keep a nigga dick rock Sippin Ziffendales, up in Chippendales Shop in Bloomingdales for Prada bags Female Don Dada has no broblems spittin cream with my team Shit's straight like nine fifteen, y'nahmean? Cruise the diamond district with my biscuit Flossin my rolex rich Shit, I'm rich, I'ma stay that bitch |
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| 4:08 |
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Dere's no time for dem future
Come short wit me 9 milimeter Body beater, doesn't pick up Fully automatic collar point beater, uhh (x2) Another whole fuckin clip and break down a nigga body, don't think I'm bad, no boxin and no karate Just a down ass nigga that you think you know But you don't know is that I like to see you die real slow So pull that motherfucker out and you'll be buried somewhere S-P-I-C-E-1 of niggas' worst nightmare I set the game from the killers I knew back in the past and I'm tellin you if you fuck with me it's a slug for your ass Ain't no more pilin up your faeces cos niggas be actin like bitches Pull a strap and don't use it, nigga that ain't smart I know some niggas that'll take that kind of shit to heart like me, bring it back e'rybody die Spread fireworks make it look just like the 4th July Have a sit, leave it laminated on the shelf even though I'd rather do the shit by myself *Why you wanna funk when you ain't gotta chance Don't make me have to make that call, aah-aah Why you wanna go and pull a strap up out'cha pants when you know you ain't gon' shoot at all, no no Things are kinda cruel on the streets Shit, ain't nobody really tried to fake me But it seems nobody wants to fuck with me Why is that? I had no son enemies I got rid of every last motherfucker for the simple fact I can't trust a Nathan in this motherfuckin outfit You come my way so ya have to die bitch I make em lay down, I gotta playground full of hardhead beanie-capped, triple fag goose wearin wanna catch me loose starin at a barrel Chances get narrow when I'm maskless, bearin thangs set to blast this Enemy provider, fool I'm a ridah wit a driver Keep the Uzi click switched on saliva Neither you or crew that you pumpin wanna see the Big Dogg about nuttin Flow-a-matic automatic nigga to my 9 Paper chasin, I'm heavy on the mine Every now and then a nut feels a bit dainty Hoes by the dozens they really can't stand me Swing my way you get your dome sprayed Nigga who wanna fucked around and became my best friend Every now and then I yell "Get the urge to floggy!" like every now and then I yell "Call my daddy 'Boss'!" *Repeat Eminate 'money over hoes', mistood a man named "Xena spokes and vogues" Go on a rampage, beanie, smokes and clothes Drunk as a funk, Wild Irish Rose Graveyard don't track, nigga might as well Put in some overtime, make that scrilla, get some el Late night, greedy gut, major clientel Money-hungry, same draw, same rapper will Blaow! Biddy-bye-bye-bye-bye S-P-I-I-I-I-I love to do a d-d-d-drive-b-b-by Reach out, reach out and touch a motherfucker with my nickel plated chrome, have you foamin at the mouth When I fill your ass to the rim like brim I got slugs for you, one for you and one for all of them How could you play me like a bitch, I ain't no sucker I put slugs in nigga's arms, chests, legs motherfucker *Repeat Why you wanna go and pull a strap up out'cha pants when you know that you ain't gon' shoot (x2) |
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| 3:28 |
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Yeah yo
To all my thrillas on the east (I can't call it) To all my thrillas on the west (I can't call it) "Hello" -scratched To all my thrillas inbetween (I can't call it) You're bearing witness to the best (I can't call it) "Hello"-scratched Now other kids tried to be pros Well I'm protein And real live inserted inside rap and soul fiends There's a million MC's in the world tonight Who's not gettin' down cause they know them Stakes got High And them Stakes got High cause yo that's how it is man I'll take the Markie up outta the Biz Just to hang up place the name onto headline "Appearing live De La Soul" first up to shine It be me While I arose from the shores from Long Isle While little girls sport swollen stomachs like they in style While their man hairline recedes cause they fashion from dust That's why we all lust to live and ah live to lust (I send a scream to my nigga Busta Bust) Down down will be some intricate word play comin' around I'm not gay but I'm quick to say Mase is my man We done rocked from NY to Osocka Japan (From Osocka Japan) I land back in NY So don't test the world travelers we off to apply Cash the check cuase we knows the D Peace to all them MC's who got a child and record companies to feed So all my thrillas over seas (I can't call it) To all my thrillas makin' G's (I can't call it) "Hello"-scratched (First tell 'em your name) Introducing doctor Oman to your section (And what you come here for?) To say these rhymes in your direction See your selection keep me frownin' crown you niggas (true dat) Shared a bottle with my crew and takin' swiggas (who dat?) Ain't no need to said no names we just revealin' That my family keeps on top like a ceiling Dealin' like a gamble ain't no ramble or roast (I heard you showerin' shit from coast to coast) So how you call it when you niggas alcohol it? I be calm in the corner soothing stress like a sauna Gonna (gonna) take my time (my time) To raise my (Hey Young World) Inspired by Rick and Vance Wright Trying not to boogie with the devil take my lessons just to keep my dance tight Phatter (fatter) than a waist 55 on the mic And if ya wanna bug then do what cha like And if ya wanna bug then do what cha like Self expression makes it health for self aiight (x3) To all my thrillas in the north (I can't call it) To all my thrillas down south (I can't call it) And all my thrillas inbetween (I can't call it) We about to be the hell out (I can't call it) "hello" -scratched "I really had a ball" -scratched |
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| 4:00 |
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Is this the real life?
Is this just fantasy? Caught in a landslide, No escape from reality. Open your eyes, Look up to the skies and see, I'm just a poor boy, I need no sympathy, Because I'm easy come, easy go, Little high, little low, Any way the wind blows doesn't really matter to me, to me. Mama just killed a man, Put a gun against his head, pulled my trigger, now he's dead. Mama, life had just begun, But now I've gone and thrown it all away. Mama, ooh, Didn't mean to make you cry, If I'm not back again this time tomorrow, Carry on, carry on as if nothing really matters. Too late, my time has come, Sends shivers down my spine, body's aching all the time. Goodbye, ev'rybody, I've got to go, Gotta leave you all behind and face the truth. Mama, ooh, I don't want to die, I sometimes wish I'd never been born at all. I see a little silhouetto of a man, Scaramouche, Scaramouche, will you do the Fandango. Thunderbolt and light'ning, very, very fright'ning me. (Galileo.) Galileo. (Galileo.) Galileo, Galileo figaro Magnifico. I'm just a poor boy and nobody loves me. He's just a poor boy from a poor family, Spare him his life from this monstrosity. Easy come, easy go, will you let me go. Bismillah! No, we will not let you go. (Let him go!) Bismillah! We will not let you go. (Let him go!) Bismillah! We will not let you go. (Let me go.) Will not let you go. (Let me go.) Will not let you go. (Let me go.) Ah. No, no, no, no, no, no, no. (Oh mama mia, mama mia.) Mama mia, let me go. Beelzebub has a devil put aside for me, for me, for me. So you think you can stone me and spit in my eye. So you think you can love me and leave me to die. Oh, baby, can't do this to me, baby, Just gotta get out, just gotta get right outta here. Nothing really matters, Anyone can see, Nothing really matters, Nothing really matters to me. Any way the wind blows. |
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| 3:35 |
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Wake up your mind black people, it's ill
Superior people use superior skill We can defeat any congressional bill at will The hip-hop nation will prevail all problems in society with inner city philosophy The hip-hop in me must come out or die to lock in me, no doubt Executed properly I bigin to shout out, splat out approximately three single syllable words per second like I am God, you are God, we are God, forget it Time to sell it in a lyrical battle, I'll never jet it Like a shot to ya head I'm embedded in your mind With constant conscience lyrical rhyme At the end of time, I'll be in my prime Read the sign, men, rhymin like an oratorical shymin I look still but I'm climbin Newsflash here's the latest findin Ya whole environment created in ya mind and in ya heart Hip-hop displays art The highest level of mental expression, play your part *I'm the intelligent wise on the mic (x3) Everybody knows All these motherfuckers tryin to be large with their two car garage just like El DeBarge It's played out, fadin out, over Talk to ya broker, time to give back that Range Rover, soldier! I told ya woe onto the hip-hop perpetrator Wholesome like a neighbour stealin all ya flavour Danger danger ya better rearrange ya thinkin Check what you eatin and drinkin, ya breath is stinkin with the stench of a snitch with information, leakin linkin up with the enemies of Kris speakin But I'm already in 1999 feelin fine while most MCs will be out of sight and outta mind Rewind cos I got a little bit of time Negativity will be wiped out by pain after turpentine I find my rhymes combines mobility, creativity positivity, purger of sensibility to a wide vicinity, engulfin your facility O silly me, killin me I begin to see your stupidity I rock way hard you can't get wit me or go wit me or float wit me Frankly, this is wrong, people, poetry Forget ya little off-the-head rhyme It's way past your bedtime, for the tenth time forget tryin ta get mine I went from the park with my arc in the dark A simple spark, the little Park sparked now I'm in ya heart Everytime you think I'm comin one way, I come another way If you ain't got no fly rhymes, say today Run away, run away, run away....little boy Like the TAT crew I terrorise your toys Noise is what I hear when you shout your rhyme into the atmosphere The blast master's here! *Repeat (x2) Now which motherfucker wants their title tooken, defended I see my schedule it's open-ended I can move somethin around like ya booty ass sound, beginner What happened? You couldn't be an Apollo Amatuer Night winner? Now the teacher you retrudge Don't you know I am that lyrical gate keeper You'll get railed like the sleeper No peep tha, no peep mine, no peep this hard style that keeps the party floatin like a foetus, meanwhile you hold your head, you can't belive this godchild This sins recommend ya and because you're not fertile or fertile Your reflex's slow like a turtle Yeah my picture you circle from papers and journals Without rehearsal, *?mic is first all?* is the worst I verse, I burst sua Into a million children in Tiananmen buildings Willing and start illing, comin thru the ceiling Enough of this reteric let's start building |
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| 4:01 |
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*All we want in this life
Is peace, prosperity and a little paper Objects that seem greater But I'm sure well over come when we illin on a drum (x2) We in a world that places heavy emphasis on money synthesis Y'all can be my witnesses That a fella fascination with money has grown To the point that he will shit on his own We got to have it y'all, its not a Spike Lee cinematic A piece of paper makin niggaz get dramatic But the money doesnt come automatic Gotta motivate ourselves to go and grab it We got to get it yall, in an orderly fashion Some cats go about it with too much passion We got to mediate our greedy levels Cuz the lust of currency can have us sleepin with the devil Gotta recognize it, realize the power that this little ma-huckin piece of paper will devour Man can be greater than the thing he creates See, I'ma do my thing and see how much I can scrape Yo I'd rather have respect than money, no doubt But listen to me y'all, I want the mass amount That the Sesame Street Dracula cant Count So that I can give my people when that thing surmounts To higher levels.. of being.. so when I'm MC-ing I hope to see you there steady G-ing (say word) But the only way we can truly reach that goal Is finding true inner peace and prospering souls It's like that *Repeat Here comes your royal highness, one of Queens finest Believe me, honest, you know you can't stop it Come on son, never leave your mic round me True MC for real ask my man Shaheed Strictly focused on what Im in this rap game for Not for fame and screwing every whore after whore With all that AIDS stuff going round Tell me how that sound Rather hit the studio and hear some beats that pound Now, dont get me wrong I love honeys galore But see hip-hop's my bread butter Cause that's what I get paid for See this is what I wanted Allah helped me to get it And if the beat is wicked You know Malik will rip it From the bottom of my heart Thats where the love starts The love for breakdancing My love for the art And with this love I do hip-hop from the soul A real MC, who never sweats how many copies are sold Yeah I want to go gold, platinum, uh-huh etceteras But why put out some wackness when no one will respect ya Im staying true nuff respect to those that paved the way From Bambaata down to Shah; that be my DJ With out my peeps I don't know how the hell Id make it, word Sometimes I feel that my career is headed for the curb One love for the lendin hand and giving all your help Believing in me when I didn't believe in my own self The Abstract with whom Im always making rugged tunes Kid Hood restin in heaven, I hope to see you soon I keep things hot and this year they're even hotter Big Mu and Shah, one day I'll take my shahada Out! |
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(uh, yeah... who we be) hah The one's two's (we be the next man, to get wreck and) to the three's, to the four's, to the five's, uhh *You know the time when we rock the spot Artifacts, New Jeruz, catch wreck and get the props You know the time when we rock the shit Tame One and MC El we be the ultimate We bring forth the swords in rap sports Niggaz play the bench for us, overtime if niggaz wanna shine Divine with the intricate shit, who wanna bring it to the table able now it's stable on the disc The Heineken bottle catcher, drops ya, slasher Dat's the the bastard with the fastest ass capture No moonwalk, my tune's talk all by they fuckin lonely Phone me home I'm in the middle like I'm Monie (E.T.) Love to do dubs on deck without a mic check Collect no checks (huh) but catch wreck on sets (Deuce deuce nigga! What? L.O.D. too) Deuce deuce is loose PPP represent see Def Squad, Boom Skwad, and Artifacts make three like Dennis Scott droppin one for the wisdom Cause when I gets em, I'll be fuckin up they system or temperature cheer when I appear from the mist priceless, ice-diss and never see another Christmas You play Risk when you dealin with the New Jeruz two blitz Without the use of two clips, niggaz styles still be fluid (still) The cat, darer with the terror off hands (hah!) Without bands we rock spots in all lands (all lands) Nigs be playin and we stand for the susbtance subject's the basement, MC's be patient Cause all that Russian/rushin save that shit for the dressing (Word up) BS we stand strong wack niggaz we addressin *Repeat (x2) Test me, the best be, checkin for my recipes (mmm) Mess with me and I'll be drainin all your fuckin energy (boo-yaa!) Galactic tactics match wits I'm from the Bricks (yeah nigga) I used to catch a switch from any walk-by bitch (bitch!) But now I'm to the break like disc jocks, dis rock is hot got props and plus bust shots for what I got (booyaka booyaka) Don't sniff shit but snot hops, you better watch your snotbox I'll diss you, then I'll clear the air like Scott tissue The issue got a barcode on funkmode So now I pack a trunkload of skunk, for the underground chumps (Hoo-wee!) Cause I bumps in any system, who dissed em? Watch me back them up from all the way from New Jeru to Manhattan (Manhattan) satin and silk, kill the best built I guess the milk was no good, so now I'm classified a true hood Check this nigga, live on Kodak tits or bust a pimp, cause I'm not a boogaloo shrimp Tame One the Jesus and the Judas Cause when I hit the buddhas, my problem's manifest is deep-rooted (yeah, that's it, wordup) *Repeat (x2) MC, universal no rehearsal on tap with rap so magnificent sufficient all that tall facts from the six footer, in slang I be the gooder, goodest Best put to rest acts that's less Sub-regular wreckster, prefer tracks to measure Size up, MC's that need to wise up, fuckin they lives up Urban survivalist, live with this, closed style (whassup) tribalist, that gets, all up in your shit (That's Them, huh) (Yeah, all up in your shit) For all reasons, number one you're sleepin Speakin like a deacon catch the drops my props leakin (Praise the Lord) Seekin on the deep end, sinkin while I'm thinkin of ways, to slay my competition without blinkin (hah!) The ink's on the sheet with rhymes that are unique complete batter, astoundin feats yo it don't matter (Don't matter) Capi-talize, while I'm, categorized The G-L to the Tame to the O-N-E *Repeat |
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| 3:46 |
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*To the next spot on to the next spot on to the next on to the next
(x4) Yeah. Sadatty X. Grand Puba baby. My spot up in here. Huh Ay to my brother Big Dat show me what cha got Grand Puba Maxwell only time will tell Time to put it all down and spread it around Now that the weather's warm lets release the storm Ay my MC thesis leave MCs in pieces like Rieces Controling chickens with telekinesis I shake the high school class way pass through the text book Will be the next hook check the home row I hit a flow that's oddly cause I be Godly Grand Puba comin' with that garbage not hardly In the land of the wild we maintain our style We play low, pickup the tab and go Hey we move swiftly like the second hand on a Rolex And move in the curve when it's time to cash the big checks There's a million ways to live on this thing called a planet I'm a live everyday I ain't takin' nothing for granted As long as I can stand it or at least that's how I planned it Live well, be on catch the sunshine *Repeat (Huh Sadatty X. We keep it moving. Yeah, Grand Puba baby. What?) From the island beaches to the high school teachers Dancehalls and malls others graffitti on the wall I'll be here till three till the old bell rings Give me a minute to chill and I'll collect my things The word around town is that I took the crown Best in the world pound for pound Been around this place and I will astound So c'mon everybody let's all get down Ay I ain't mad at this game it's been good to me I get Tommy free I get Nike free I got 19 inch chromes on my 8 50 I got three different cribs no tellin' where I be See, I don't like to brag but I'm good at this rhyme thing Gun sling no drug things no matter what they hygene My level on conscious make some sound like nonsence It me, Sadat puttin' it to ya live *Repeat (Yeah lay up stay up. No dills new yills. All the way across the world. and we go like this.) I make you party all night like when your mom work the night shift And you had company, a female body Now I ain't sayin' nothin' that ain't been said before With my hands in the source as I'm make ya a big boss I seen the kid floss for one long night And get bail outta sight and can't handle it But he fronted when the dinner was candle lit Ain't no steaks for these frontin' fakes Ay third verse final chapter Mad three smoke I'm after But there's still one main factor Time to spread some love and laughter I'm civilized so I have to deal with Actual Facts No matter where yo at it's still considered black on black Rather see you with a dime havin' a good time to my rhyme Sadat's rhyme and everything'll be fine *Repeat |
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| 3:45 |
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Skrillaaaaaaaaaa
Skrillaaaaaaaaaa Skrillaaaaaaaaaa Skrillaaaaaaaaaa Thinkin bout money, money, money, plottin how to get me some (The fast dough) Cos see don't nothin move but the flow, really doe I kid you not, I'm real with dis Havin skrilla is the only way to deal with this If it ain't green, it ain't me, that's no goddamn lie Well show me big skrill and I will get live Give up the loochie, I need it in a major way Now gimme all (all), I gots ta have it (everyday) It's my world, the only mom, I'm stressed, that'll make you break you, if it's really real then I'll take you Shake you for the dollar bill let's see You're outta here (smoked on the fuckin concrete) Skrillaaaaaaaaaa - Got me crazy, skrilla got me gone Skrillaaaaaaaaaa - got me flippin new Cadillac chromes Skrillaaaaaaaaaa - got me crazy, skrilla got me mad Cos skrilla gives me from riches to rags (motherfucker) It ain't nuttin but the cash flow game How long can you last 'fore you're down to your very last change, nigga? (Money makes the world go round) Tell em again y'all (Money makes the world go round) (*My God*) Forty, fifty grand a night, that's what I'm seein as I'ma vin your own ass tonight, you know the meanin of a worldwide national? Big money gripper Baller, called a, million dollar nigga (uhh, who me?) Yes you (Could be, but who?) Uhh, 350 bringin on in the weeks news And no I don't shoot, I swoop in my Coupe Skrilla for realla my nigga, so whatcha wanna do? Do you want to fuck around with my crew? Do you want to? Would do exactly what you did do Stay in you, don't have enough to attend to the menu So come and let me single, continue (everybody sayin) To make money money money, make money money money (yeah) Here go fat stacks if you can't take money nigga Take money money money, take money money money So can you please make the cheque out to the Facemob Check it Now one, two, three to the fo', like rippin million dollars in my hand, tight Facemob rule number one thing (what?) Skrilla, nuttin but skrilla's the way to maintain Us both, have got to keep the skrill between us fo', as we proceed to make mo' Really doe, from town to town we puts it down As I, hold it down, game tight, right Now Miss Crabtree (Crabtree), I know that you are mad at me To find out that it was your money (money) that I spent and now girl, it's all gone (It's what?) It's all gone It's gone like riches to rags, dishes to bags of leftover ten and jam, can happen to any man Gots ta get money, money I gots ta get this shit right now so I can hop on the lot And we about to come up as we put the shit down Hold up, don't rush, cos I'm good ta gets mine If it wadn't for bad, I'd have no up than luck Smokin plank of man, who gives a motherfuck!!!! The bill collectors, they ring my phone Scam my wife when I'm not home Bitch I'm gone, tryin ta come back phat Facemob where ya at? (Right behind ya and we strapped) Strapped with straps and all eyes on paper And most importantly you keep your mind on papin And you can have it all, if you can take your money pieces at a time but you can't take your pieces outta mine Big wine, it's all about the dollar sign I'm, flippin in the big Dawg, continental flyin Tryin to stack it to the ceilin on you home's Cos bitches got me cummin but skrilla got me goin Skrillaaaaaaaaaa - got me crazy, skrilla got me goin Skrillaaaaaaaaaa - got me flippin new Cadillac chromes Skrillaaaaaaaaaa - bought me houses, skrilla bought me clothes Skrilla got me flippin in a Rolls |
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| 4:01 |
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Yo, yo...
*You can't hack the tactics Of a semi-automatic full rap fanatic You can't hack the tactics Of a semi-automatic full rap fanatic I make mean lean when I pump my spunk and hands of chump, of machine gun funk I bliss, like the fist, of the mantis Those who oppose get dropped and hit the canvas With rigormor', I hit you in the core and pop your legs well in the figure four You can't stop the force when the blood is coursin extortion, I'm comin like the headless horseman Enforcin, tortureous slang from a fortune Swordsman, throw your rap corpse in coffins Don't pop glocks at me then cop a plea A hundred thousand leagues beneath the sea Deep depths makes rappers salted Weak rappers asses I cracks my foot, off in Lay down them lines with them hard hits And I'm harmin, bombin, with heavy bombardments Pushin, poetry, like weed by the pounds Underground railroad RZA track lay it down I'm hard as pavement, you gaze from amazement Knock you in the head you wonder where the days went It's golden bangles, microphone getting strangled Five-star general, scars you want to angle Bizarre thriller, war scar for a killer Sheisty mic device got my hand-piece throbbin Slice mics precise on down to ice carvings *Repeat (x2) Yo, I set the mic in flames, bomb like fighter planes MC's are shot down long range with sniper aim No question marks, the session starts with sparks My flows explodes like hand grenades through your parts Universal soldier, MO's the holder globe in both hands, born to be sole controller Hit the world full blast, my crime pays cash Slip past these cyphers and the flash from the photograph Best-seller compose a rough draft Razor Sharp vocabulary cut glass Actual facts crowds of thousands collapse You can't catch my style with bugs and phone taps Whether rhymes or crimes, I want mines regardless Hard targets, underground like black markets Pirates of the darkest water feel the aura Importer of rough raps that's snuck cross the border Semi-automatic attack'll spray y'all Liquid Sword swingin slay all, I'm AWOL *Repeat (x1.5) Wu-Tang be, killin you softly with this song You won't survive the outcome I bring Def Jams to your eardrums P.L.O. hits the hardest, regardless Felony offenders catchin murder one charges Open cases, got me smoked out in staircases The dark crusader jackin cats in elevators I strike back like the Jedi, from N.Y. It's I illifyin, dope rhyme supplyin I be all you need to rock these mic devices Projectile Shaolin style exiles your juvenile freestyle I'm not your basic street entrepeneuer, crime tour, packs the luger High pursuit for the CREAM like the bodyguard from Bejing Inject you with the morphine, then I flee the murder scene On your facilities, the penalty, DOA Bomb shell your burrow like Bombay Opposites attack that's why these thieves stay strapped As we, travel the glove to put Shaolin on the map I show loyalty, to my fans fully Operational raps, that bust through your skully I'm rated second-to-none I be the top gun From the land of the Slums spittin blades from my tongue Park your slug slinger, hit you with the sleeper Hit-seeker, sounds that be a-ttackin your speaker Watch me bang the headpiece kid there's no survival My flow lights up the block like a homicidal Murder, underground beef for the burger P.L.O., criminal thoughts you never heard of |
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| 4:06 |
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| 3:55 |
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*Woo-woo, Yeah Yeah,
Woo-woo, It's about that time Woo-woo, You better pack your bags cause this cd about to ride out now Come on ride the train, Woo-woo, And ride it, Woo-woo, Yeah baby Come on ride the train, Woo-woo, And ride it, Woo-woo, Come on now Come on ride the train, Woo-woo, And ride it, Woo-woo Come on ride the train, Woo-woo, And ride it, Woo-woo, One time Come on ride the train, Woo-woo, And ride it, Woo-woo Come on ride the train, Woo-woo, And ride it, Woo-woo, Come on now Come on ride the train, Woo-woo, And ride it, Woo-woo Come on ride the train, Woo-woo, And ride it, Woo-woo, Here we go now! Quad City Train comin down the street (Woo-woo, Yeah Yeah) Stereo loud got you bumpin to the beat (Woo-woo, Come on now) So put on your pumps and your daisy dukes (Woo-woo) Pick up the phone and go gather your whole crew (Woo-woo) Like Renee (Uh!), Monique (Uh!), Tina, Michelle (Woo-woo) And them big booty girls with the weave on the tail (Woo-woo, Yeah baby) Come on, get ready, cause we callin your name (Woo-woo) Pack your bag and don't you miss that Quad City train (Woo-woo) Quad City DJ, Come on now, Quad City DJ, One time Quad City, Qu-Qu-Quad City, Qu-Quad City DJ, Yeah one time (Woo-woo) Quad City DJ, Come on now, Woo-woo, Quad City DJ, One time, Woo-woo Quad City, Qu-Qu-, Woo-woo, Quad City, Qu-Quad City DJ, Woo-woo Yeah, baby! Way deep down south, yo we play this game It's them Quad City DJ's and yo, we call it the train So, if you wanna ride the thing Just come on down the train We goin around Ooh lord, just jump onboard, baby So, get your next of kin, Come on!, your sister, and your friend, Uh! Pack up that Choo-Choo!, ride on this Choo-Choo And boo, you need to stop thinking and come on with me I wanna take you home with me to be alone with me And I can see you wanna hide it, Come on!, just divide it, yeah baby! And please don't knock it (Knock it!), until you ride it (Ride it!) Michelle, Tamika, and Tonya wanna ride this train, ride out now! Daddy daddy, can I go? I wanna ride the train (Woo-woo) Yeah, baby, you can go, if there ain't no shame in your game (Woo-woo) But you better watch your back, cause I heard people say (Woo-woo) That you can't walk when you ride the train with the Quad City DJ's (Woo-woo) Attention all ticketed passengers: The Quad City train is getting ready to ride. (Woo-woo) Just, ah, move your body to the, Woo-woo, funky sound cause the, Woo- woo Party train, Woo-woo, is coming, to your town, Woo-woo, so, ah Pack your bags, Woo-woo, and, ah, wait by the tracks as I, Woo-woo Once we leave, Woo-woo, ain't no turnin back, Woo-woo So, ah, for all you ladies, Woo-woo, get yo daisy dukes and, Woo-woo All the fellas, Woo-woo, get that, gin and juice, Woo-woo Cause, uh, we bring the dip baby, Woo-woo Come take a trip baby, Woo-woo From Alizay, Woo-woo, Jay be, Woo-woo Jay be on the way come on and ride that thang, baby *Repeat Yeah, baby, it's Jay-Ski You wanna ride with me? Okay, go pack your bags, get ready, and when I call your town Move your arms up and down and make that choo-choo sound, like this Jacksonville go Woo-woo O-Town wanna Woo-woo, yeah baby Tampa wanna Woo-woo Hotlanta wanna Woo-woo Chi-town wanna Woo-woo The Carolina's wanna Woo-woo L.A. wanna Woo-woo Dallas wanna Woo-woo Frisco wanna Woo-woo Houston gonna Woo-woo New cd Woo-woo |
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