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Yea, ha ha, yea..........yea
(hook - 50 Cent) If I can't do it, homie, it can't be done Now I'ma let the champagne bottle pop I'ma take it to the top Fo sho I'ma make it hot, baby (baby) (50 Cent) I apply pressure to pussies that stuntin I pop Stand alone squeezin my pistol I'm sure that I gotta Now Peter Piper picked peppers and dont rock rhymes I'm 50 Cent, I write a lil bit but I pop nines Tell niggaz, "Get they money right," cuz I got mine And I'm around quit playin nigga you can't shine You gon be that next chump to end up in the trunk After bein hit by the pump, is that whut you want? Be easy nigga, I'll lay your ass out Believe me nigga, thats whut I'm about, gangsta You could find a nigga sittin on chrome Hit the clutch, hit the gear, hit the gas & I'm gone (Yea!) (hook - 50 Cent) If I can't do, homie, can't be done Now I'ma let the champagne bottle pop I'ma take it to the top Fo sho I'ma make it hot, baby (baby) (50 Cent, Dr Dre) I'm down for the action, he smart with his mouth so smack em You holdin a strap, he might come back so clap em React like a gangsta, die like a gangsta for actin Cuz you'll get hit & homicide'll be askin, "Whut happened?" OH NO look who clapped em with the VOLVO 20 inch rims sittin CHRO-CHROME Eastside, Westside niggaz OH NO, NO GO Even my mama said, "Something really wrong with my brain" Niggaz don't rob me they know I'm down to die for my chain G-UNIT! We get it poppin in the hood G-UNIT! Muthafucka whuts good? I'm waitin on niggaz to act like they dont know how to act I had a sip of too much Jack, I'll blow em off the map With the mack, thinkin its all rap Til that ass get clapped and Doc say "It's a wrap" (It's a wrap, nigga) (hook - 50 Cent) If I can't do it, homie, can't be done Now I'ma let the champagne bottle pop I'ma take it to the top Fo sho I'ma make it hot, baby (baby) (50 Cent) I been feelin i had to teach lessons to slow learners Go head act up, get smacked in the head with the burner I dont fight fair, I'm dirty-dirty I'm from Southside Jamaica, Queens, nigga ya'heard me? When streetlights come on niggaz blast the nines Get locked up, they read books to pass the time In the game there's up's and down's, so I stay on the grind Niggaz on my dick more than my bitch, I stay on they mind They aint nothin they could do to stop my shine This is God's plan homey, this ain't mine I played the music loud so Grandpa called me a nuisance And Grandma; who always gotsta put in her two cents I'm the drop out who made more more money than these teachers Ruthless like the Coupe but I come with more features I am whut I am, you could like it or love it It feels good to pull 50 grand & think nothin of it Fuck it (hook - 50 Cent) If I can't do, homie, can't be done Now I'ma let the champagne bottle pop I'ma take it to the top Fo sho I'ma make it hot, baby (baby) If I can't do it, homie, can't be done Now I'ma let the champagne bottle pop I'ma take it to the top Fo sho I'ma make it hot, baby (baby) Uh huh, hood make it hot Dr Dre, Aftermath Shady, ha ha |
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Drop down and get your eagle on girl
Drop down and get your eagle on girl Hell naw ain't leaving me alone girl Drop down and get your eagle on girl Drop down and get your eagle on girl Drop down and get your eagle on girl Hell naw ain't leaving me alone girl Drop down and get your eagle on girl She's got that Sweat dripping all over her body Do you like that sweat dripping all over my body Sweat dripping all over yo body You like that sweat dripping all over my body It's summertime and I'm back again Then went to VA yo and got my friends Say wassup Pharrell Yeah But let's show em what's above the nail BLING 100 thou' couldn't get ya one of these I guarantee there ain't a flaw in one of these 200 thou' couldn't get you in the league And 300 thou' you couldn't even buy the keys I think ya need to add 50 more G's Now shall I proceed yes indeed Ho I need to see ya take it down to the floor Spread your wings if you're real ma fly real low Pause for a second ma grind real slow And if you do it right Rodeo we'll go Ho I talk a lil Fred Siegel girl Bonnie and Judy Lee but when she bad call Vida Guerra Apple bottom wit a pearl underneath it You talking like you don't need it I can tell ya conceded I like that in you I don't see nothing wrong Drop down and get your eagle on whoa Drop down and get your eagle on girl Drop down and get your eagle on girl Hell naw ain't leaving me alone girl Drop down and get your eagle on girl Drop down and get your eagle on girl Drop down and get your eagle on girl Hell naw ain't leaving me alone girl Drop down and get your eagle on girl She's got that Sweat dripping all over her body Do you like that sweat dripping all over my body Sweat dripping all over yo body You like that sweat dripping all over my body Now what's next the trend sin up in this party O P P time now let's get 'Naughty You take baby girl and I'm a take shorty Wit the sweat dripping all over her body We gon move if you wanna groove if you wanna Fly ya north up ma and get rude if you wanna Ain't got nothing to lose nor to prove Baby girl soaking like she just got up out the pool eh I know you're thirsty ma go 'head and order what you want Some call it tricking go 'head call it what you want I came to ball I ain't come out here to front Cause the black card'll pickup what the grey card won't Her attractiveness got me attacking this Oh so fabulous booty maximus She wanna fly south for the winter I might just go down south Hell naw she ain't gon leave me alone Making plans for us to be at home Take your pants off ma you can leave your panties on But first drop down and get your eagle on whoa Drop down and get your eagle on girl Drop down and get your eagle on girl Hell naw ain't leaving me alone girl Drop down and get your eagle on girl Drop down and get your eagle on girl Drop down and get your eagle on girl Hell naw ain't leaving me alone girl Drop down and get your eagle on girl She's got that Sweat dripping all over her body Do you like that sweat dripping all over my body Sweat dripping all over yo body You like that sweat dripping all over my body From the girls wit skinny waists to girls heavy set C'mon flap your wings c'mon flap your wings To the girls wit extensions to the girls wit dreads C'mon flap your wings c'mon flap your wings From the girls got it good living in the suburbs C'mon flap your wings c'mon flap your wings To the ones in the ghetto wit their hands on their curves C'mon flap your wings c'mon flap your wings OH Drop down and get your eagle on girl Drop down and get your eagle on girl Hell naw ain't leaving me alone girl Drop down and get your eagle on girl Drop down and get your eagle on girl Drop down and get your eagle on girl Hell naw ain't leaving me alone girl Drop down and get your eagle on girl She's got that Sweat dripping all over her body Do you like that sweat dripping all over my body Sweat dripping all over yo body You like that sweat dripping all over my body |
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(In background)
Through the fire, to the limit, to the wall For a chance to be with you I'd gladly risk it all Through the fire, through whatever come my way For a chance at loving you, I'd take it all the way... Right down to the wire, even through the fire Yo G they can't stop me from rapping can they? Can that huh? I spit it through the wire man To much stuff on my heart right now man I'll gladly risk it all right now It's a life or death situation man Y'all don't really understand how I feel right now man It's your boy Kayne titter.... Chi-Town what's going on man (Verse 1) I drink a boost for breakfast, an Ensure for dizzert Somebody ordered pancakes I just sip the sizzurp That right there could drive a sane man bizerk Not to worry the Mr. H-to-the-Izzo's back wizzork How do you console my mom or give her light support When you telling her your sons' on life support And just imagine how my girl feel On the plane scared as hell that her guy look like Emmit Till She was with me before the deal she been trying to be mine She a delta so she been throwing them dynasty signs I'm use to trying to reline I been trying to be sign Trying to be a millionaire How I use two lifelines In the same hospital where Biggie Smalls died The doctor said I had blood clots But I ain't jamaican man Story on MTV and I ain't trying to make a band I swear this right here is history in the making man (In background) Through the fire, to the limit, to the wall For chance to be with you I'd gladly risk it all Through the fire, through whatever come my way For a chance at loving you, I'd take it all the way... Right down to the wire, even through the fire I really apologize how I sound right now man This ain't fair at all man They got my mouth wired shut for like I don't know the doctor said for like six weeks You know we had reconstru.... I had reconstructive surgery on my jaw Looked in the mirror half my jaw was missing and half my mouth I couldn't believe it But im still here for yall right now yo This is what I gotta say yo Yeah, turn me up yeah (Verse 2) What if somebody from the Chi-town was ill got a deal on the hottest rap label around But he wasn't talking bout coke and birds it was more like spoken word Except he really putting it down And he explained the story about how blacks came from glory And what we need to do in the game Good dude, Bad night, Right place, Wrong time In the blink of an eye his whole life changed If you could feel how my face felt you would know how Mase felt Thank God I ain't to cool for the safe belt I swear to God driver two on the sue I got lawyer for the case to keep my safe book safe My dawgs couldn't tell if I I look like Tom Cruise on Vanilla Sky it was televised There's been an accident like GEICO They thought I was burnt up like Pepsi did Michael I must gotta angel Cause look how death missed his ass Unbreakable, would you thought they called me Mr. Glass Look back on my life like the ghost of Christmas past Toys R Us where I used to spend that Christmas cash And I still wont grow up, I'm a grown ass kid Swear I should be locked up for stupid shit that I did But I'm a champion, so I turned tragedy to triumph Make music that's fire, spit my soul through the wire (In background) Through the fire, to the limit, to the wall For chance to be with you I'd gladly risk it all Through the fire, through whatever come my way For a chance at loving you, I'd take it all the way... Right down to the wire, even through the fire Know what im saying When the doctor told me I had a um.. I was goin to have a plate on my chin I said dawg didn't you realize I'll never make it on the plane now Its bad I got all this jewelry on Can't be serious man |
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| 3:07 |
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New York City
You are now rocking with the best Lloyd Banks G Unit We on fire up in here It's burning hot we on fire She'll take it off if it get too hot Up in this spot we on fire Tear the roof off this motherfucker Light the roof on fire Uh Nigga what you say We get loose in this motherfucker Light the roof on fire fire fire Now I aint putting nothing out I smoke when I wanna 26 inch chrome spokes on the Hummer This heat gon last for the whole summer Running your bitch faster then the Road Runner Rocks on my wrist rose gold under Glocks on my hip those throw thunder I'm riding Dalvins by the pier But when you stop the only thing still spinning is your ear Yeah I'm riding with that all black snub Raiders cap back all black gloves A ladies man but the boy smack thugs These record sales equal more back rubs Not to mention the boy pack clubs His impacts about as raw as crack was Now all these new artists getting wrong deals I'm only 21 sitting on mills We on fire up in here It's burning hot we on fire She'll take it off if it get too hot Up in this spot we on fire Tear the roof off this motherfucker Light the roof on fire Uh Nigga what you say We get loose in this motherfucker Light the roof on fire fire fire If you know anything about me then you know I'm a baller If I don't hit the first night I ain't gon call her I'm trying to play you trying to have my daughter But I can't blame her for what her momma taught her And I don't care bout what the next nigga bought Cause I aint putting no baguettes in her abuela I got a diamond about as clear as water And I got bread but I ain't spend a quarter So cut the games ma let's go in the back Matter fact turn your ass round back a nigga down And I aint bias when I'm riding through the town Like em small like em tall like em black like em brown She gotta be able to cum when I need her Tight ass pants little wife beater Regular chick or R&B diva Bitch say something I ain't a mind reader We on fire up in here It's burning hot we on fire She'll take it off if it get too hot Up in this spot we on fire Tear the roof off this motherfucker Light the roof on fire Uh Nigga what you say We get loose in this motherfucker Light the roof on fire fire fire |
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| 7. |
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Every hood we go through
All the gangstas around know my whole crew Nigga what We hold it down like we supposed to Nigga you can front if you want, we be poppin’ them thangs Every hood we go through All the gangstas around know my whole crew Nigga what We hold it down like we supposed to Nigga you can front if you want, we be poppin’ them thangs After the VMAs my baby momma cuss my ass out. I kicked her ass we back friends like Puffy and Steve Stout Cut the grass around my clique so I could see these sneaks You see back in the hood it’s cuz I see they fake I preach a sermon about the paper like I’m cut flow a dollar I’ll pop you punk niggaz like I pop my collar I’m confused; I like Megan, Monica, and Mya. Missy’s freaky and Brandy’s shy, uh Now take a look at how my lifestyle changed up. I’m on now, god damn it I done came up. Now you could find me with the finest hoes. Choosin’ which whip to drive by what match my clothes. I got a fetish for the stones, heavy on the ice man If I ain’t gotta pistol on me, sure I gotta knife man Get outta line and I’m lightin’ your ass up. Semi-automatic spray, I’ll tighten your ass up What Every hood we go through All the gangstas around know my whole crew Nigga what We hold it down like we supposed to Nigga you can front if you want, we be poppin’ them thangs Every hood we go through All the gangstas around know my whole crew Nigga what We hold it down like we supposed to Nigga you can front if you want, we be poppin’ them thangs Slow down little nigga Don’t exceed your speed Cuz I will put g′s on they fitted like the Negro league I got connects so I don’t need no weed I’ve been in LA for a year now So I don’t see no seeds After I’m done you clappin’ the crew Hell yeah, I fuck fans Guess what your favorite rapper does too In a minute I’ma have the Jew to makin’ my rims spin My crew run wild at the Jamaica’s at Kingston Nothin’ but bling bling in ya face boy That’s why my knicks shine like one of them shirts Puffy and Mase wore I done find a nympho as soon as I pop a bra She had my balls head first just like a soccer star You can only stand next to the man if you proper Ya′ll take care of birds like a animal doctor Been out and I’m buzzin’ niggas just slept on me So I’m out for revenge like one of bin laden′s cousins Every hood we go through All the gangstas around know my whole crew Nigga what We hold it down like we supposed to Nigga you can front if you want, we be poppin’ them thangs Every hood we go through All the gangstas around know my whole crew Nigga what We hold it down like we supposed to Nigga you can front if you want, we be poppin’ them thangs Read the paper, look at the news We one the front page Yeah we in the Bahamas with AK′s on the stage The ice and the Jacob watch make a broke nigga take somethin’ So I gotta keep the four fifth with no safety button G-Unit getting’ money I know some artists is starviny But play the game like they rich to me this shit funny I know you see me comin’ Cuz on the front of the Maybach It say payback for those who hated on me I hate when niggas claim they bangin’ a gang You ain′t no crip like snoop You ain′t no blood like gang See I’ve been having beef I have my own bullet proof vest Most of my enemies dead I got about two left Until my last breath I’m sendin’ niggas bullet holes Innocent bystanders get hit tryin’ to be heroes You know how we roll Every where that we go It’s fo’ fos’, calicos, and desert eagles yeah Every hood we go through All the gangstas around know my whole crew Nigga what We hold it down like we supposed to Nigga you can front if you want, we be poppin’ them thangs Every hood we go through All the gangstas around know my whole crew Nigga what We hold it down like we supposed to Nigga you can front if you want, we be poppin’ them thangs |
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Yeah, Its 50 Cent, Young Buck
G-g-g-g-g-G-UNIT! We get the club jumpin' from beginning to the end Go shawty, we back up in this bitch again We party, harder than you can imagine You can run wit losers, or run wit winners and win I feel attention when I walk in the club G-unit to the socks, bitches all on a thug Gimme a henny on the rocks, and a bottle of bub I dont need security, this Gorilla enough I came to ball wit ya'll, pop the bar and all So ladies call ya girls, n niggaz call ya dogs If you love ya wife keep her at home tonight She might neva come home again nigga, aight! Teeth, neck, wrists all lights my lifes like Ridin' in Cashville runnin all stop lights Homie is that real, I pray I keep livin My momma jus hadda dream of seein me in prison My daddys a dope fein, n i dont really miss him Aint seen him in 10 years n a nigga still livin' Tha same ol' 2 step we move to a rhythm 50 holla get 'em Buck, you know im gunna get 'em Raaaaa! I know you gonna let me shine n get mine I know you gonna let me in to this nine I know you gonna smoke on my weed I know you gonna let me drink wit no I.D I know im sinnin but im winnin at tha same time Take a couple shots from a nigga tryin ta take mine I'm back on tha block, wit a choppa n a tech nine Niggaz shootin cops n the hood runnin stop signs G-UNIT, The Game! Bitches doin wat tha thugs do G's, D's, Vice, Lords, Crips n the Blooz too Move lemme come through Aint a pair of handcuffs, can hold me I'm ridin' in the ol' school listenin to some oldies My goals keep shinin, Them hoes keep cryin The handle of my 45 outlined in diamonds Just left Cashville, bout to fly to Miami Hopin Yayo watchin Eminem, preform at the Grammys Niggaz like Eric Benet, prolly cant stand me I know money will make Halle Berry come outa them panties Bitch! Ya'll niggaz in trouble they shoulda neva let me in (in) I know you gonna let me shine n get mine I know you gonna let me in to this nine I know you gonna smoke on my weed I know you gonna let me drink wit no I.D Bet ya I can make them bounce back Teach em' how to stunt, teach em' how to counts stacks (yeah) Now where ya hood at? Buck If you want to, we 50 deep up in here watchu gonna do Who want beif, I aint come for no name callin Dont be mad cuz we is n you aint ballin' Gettin' money is my motto for you broke folks Can't spend ya whole life payin on ya car notes It's alright if you still on the block boy See ima cold young thug, not a hot boy You know I do this for the streets, n my peeps thas behind bars As soon as they come home, I'll go n buy them all cars Young Buck! I know you gonna let me shine n get mine I know you gonna let me in to this nine I know you gonna smoke on my weed I know you gonna let me drink wit no I.D We get the club jumpin' from beginning to the end Go shawty, we back up in this bitch again We party, harder than you can imagine You can run wit losers, or run wit winners that win AHH! |
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[Chorus: Soulja Slim]
Slow motion for me, slow motion for me, move it slow motion for me Slow motion for me, slow motion for me, move it slow motion for me Uh I like it like that she working that back I don't know how to act Slow motion for me, slow motion for me, slow motion for me Move it slow motion for me Uh I like it like that she working that back I don't know how to act Slow motion for me, slow motion for me, slow motion for me Move it slow motion for me [Verse 1: Soulja Slim] I'm a dick thrower Her neck and her back hurting Cut throat I'll have you like a brand new version I'ts like when she get used to it then you start serving Hop up on top and start jicky-jicky-jicky jerking Slow down for me you moving to fast My fingers keep slipping I'm trying to grip that ass Keep being hard headed and Ima make you get off me Got human up the skys but my face is a doggy If you loving my bark let me bury my bone I got 4 or 5 bad married bitches at home One of my bitches fell in love with that outside dick that outside dick keep them hoes sick [Chorus] [Verse 2: Juvenile] I'ts like I got the world in my palms Your girl up under my arms She fucked up from the charm She love the way the dick stay hard from 12 till early in the morn Fine bitches if you listening you heard me I'm strong If you going through your cycle I ain't with It I'm gone You must have heard about them hoes that I beat up in my home They wasn't telling the truth baby you know they was wrong Na make it official wheres some of that dom I don't mind buying to, your riding to Don't be asking nigga questions about where I'm driving you Lil mama my shit together I ain't jiving you I don't think that nigga could do you better then I could do ya know And juvenile from courtless street by derby Same nigga that used to be running with rusty and kirby Can a playa from the n.o.ya get a chance with it But I can't bounce with you without using my hands with it [Chorus: Soulja Slim] Uh I like it like that she working that back I don't know how to act Slow motion for me, slow motion for me, slow motion for me move it slow motion for me Uh I like it like that she working that back I don't know how to act Slow motion for me, slow motion for me, slow motion for me move it slow motion for me [Verse 3: Soulja Slim] Slow motion, she open, I'm hoping that she don't leave my dick broken With brush, burns and swollen I'm toting she wanted me to make a outer believer I gurantee ya ima see ya when I see ya And just don't holla out my name like we was all that Your pussy throw back and you know that So stop stunting slow motion for a real nigga I'm going off that incredible potion and imma deal with ya [Juvenile] I like how that victoria secret sit in that ass Let me pour some more hip and hennsey in your glass Would I be violating if I grab me a handfull Im knowing what's happening all I want is a sample Who you wit I'm in the rental today It's going down and happening and I remember the way Less money we spend on bullshit the more for the weed What's it gonna take for you to come slow motion with me [Chorus 3X: Soulja Slim] Uh I like it like that she working that back I don't know how to act Slow motion for me, slow motion for me, slow motion for me move it slow motion for me Uh I like it like that she working that back I don't know how to act Slow motion for me, slow motion for me, slow motion for me move it slow motion for me |
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[Murphy Lee]
This is Murphy Lizzle On a Jazze production shizzle My nizzle, AHAAYY! [Hook - Murphy Lee, (Jazze Pha & Sleepy Brown)] (I'ma make ya luv me baby) I'ma make ya luv me baby, hug me baby Place no one above me baby (Make you wanna kiss and hug me baby) Kissin' and huggin', huggin' and kissin' (Give me a chance, girl I'm the man) Give me a chance I'm the one that ya missin' come on.. (I'ma make ya luv me baby) I'ma make ya luv me baby, hug me baby Place no one above me baby (Make you wanna kiss and hug me baby) Huggin' and kissin', kissin' and huggin' (Give me a chance, girl I'm the man) Give me a chance I'm the one ya lovin' come on.. [Verse 1 - Murphy Lee] I'm sorta like my brotha but very different from others Like a special police man, I'm always under cover I'll love you if you love me, I kiss only if un-kissable Keep em if they keep able, diss em if they dismissible (Luv me baby) Skool Boy, fence a tool, make it outside the visit room Teachin you, makin you listen to me like a principal Sendin' you, flowers and candy to your family And I think it's cute how you used to live wit yo granny, maan (Luv me baby) Work in the mornings, school in the evening, weekday to weekend Teachin reasons I'm the one you believe in Demolish ya def, acknowledge yourself Now you rock a small belt from my nutriential belt (Luv me baby) I'm the god mami, teach you what you need to be taught And these feelings that I brought, ma they all in ya thoughts You can't love nobody 'til you love you So when you do love somebody you'll know what to do come on.. [Hook - Murphy Lee, (Jazze Pha & Sleepy Brown)] (I'ma make ya luv me baby) I'ma make ya luv me baby, hug me baby Place no one above me baby (Make you wanna kiss and hug me baby) Kissin' and huggin', huggin' and kissin' (Give me a chance, girl I'm the man) Give me a chance I'm the cat that ya missin' come on.. (I'ma make ya luv me baby) I'ma make ya luv me baby, hug me baby Place no one above me baby (Make you wanna kiss and hug me baby) Huggin' and kissin', kissin' and huggin' (Give me a chance, girl I'm the man) Give me a chance I'm the cat ya lovin' come on.. [Verse 2 - Murphy Lee] See I'm the man like groom and husband Grandfather or daddy, brother, uncle man nephew or cousin I'm the 1 like Tracy McGrady, play wit me or play me Make me a man or make me your baby (Luv me baby) Spoil me mama, back rub oil me mama When I'm left over aluminum, foil me mama I'ma be therre when you wake up hungry You can call me your homie I'ma be therre when you straight up lonely (Luv me baby) And I ain't tryin' to get mushy ya dig? And all pushy ya dig? I just like the fact ya tushy is big Can I touch it, touch it? maybe caress it and rub it? Take advantage of it, show me your private booty in public (Luv me baby) You actin fresh this way like "But guess" But really you princess cut, invisible set The credible sex, way way ahead of the rest Best personality, face, booty and chest [Hook - Murphy Lee, (Jazze Pha & Sleepy Brown)] (I'ma make ya luv me baby) And I can make ya luv me baby, hug me baby Place no one above me baby (Make you wanna kiss and hug me baby) Kissin' and huggin', huggin' and kissin' (Give me a chance, girl I'm the man) Give me a chance I'm the cat that ya missin' come on.. (I'ma make ya luv me baby) I'ma make ya luv me girl, hug me girl Place no one above me girl (Make you wanna kiss and hug me baby) Huggin' and kissin', kissin' and huggin' (Give me a chance, girl I'm the man) Give me a chance I'm the cat ya lovin' come on.. [Bridge - Jazze Pha & Sleepy Brown] L-O-V-E Me Ooh the da the da daaa From Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday Thursday, Friday, Saturday And sometimes Sunday L-O-V-E Me Ooh the da the da daaa From Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday Thursday, Friday, Saturday And sometimes Sunday Hey-ey [Verse 3 - Murphy Lee] I need an erryday girl, an all day provider Don't matter if I'm behind her, as long as I'm inside her She be wit it and I don't wanna be commited As long as I don't forget it, the night after I hit it She cool mayn, neva disrespectin' me As long as I can help her wit a few Bill Belamys And she ain't even tellin' me I'm the only dertty she dig And if she do I'ma tell em how we better off bein friends [Hook - Murphy Lee, (Jazze Pha & Sleepy Brown)] (I'ma make ya luv me baby) And I'ma make ya luv me baby, hug me baby Place no one above me baby (Make you wanna kiss and hug me baby) Kissin' and huggin', huggin' and kissin' (Give me a chance, girl I'm the man) Give me a chance I'm the derrty ya missin' come on.. (I'ma make ya luv me baby) I'ma make ya luv me girl, hug me girl Place no one above me girl (Make you wanna kiss and hug me baby) Huggin' and kissin', kissin' and huggin' (Give me a chance, girl I'm the man) Give me a chance I'm the derrty ya lovin' come on.. [Bridge - Jazze Pha & Sleepy Brown] L-O-V-E Me Ooh the da the da daaa From Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday Thursday, Friday, Saturday And sometimes Sunday L-O-V-E Me Ooh the da the da daaa From Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday Thursday, Friday, Saturday And sometimes Sunday Hey-ey... Hey-ey... Hey-ey |
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| 6:21 |
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| 5:11 |
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Don't come down things will always wake up
Don't come down things will always wake up Don't come down things will always wake up So when you find yourself in peices As a child i was fowl (uh) Ma, I couldn't understand them things that came out ya mouth (daddys ain't shit) You would cuss, fuss till your blood pressure went up, then give up and slouch on the couch and drink ya liqor (fuck you dog) A hard headed nigga I was quick temper short attention span not attending class (no) what a dummy I would run over you honey You confront me and say Obie you no longer have a mommy Don't use my phone don't even eat my food Matter a fact, Dont speak It was just me and you in that house with that mouse and them traps and they gat, waitin on the day when you gon pull the trigger back [Chorus] Don't come down things will always wake up (Im sorry) Don't come down things will always wake up (I messed up) Don't come down things will always wake up (Did wrong) So when you find yourself in peices You tryin to kill me boy (no) Is that what you wanna do, kill me? You wanna kill me (kill me) Your not feelin me the beepers not that drastic Its the B blasted, bastard Your lyin (your lyin) You took plastic freezer bags with dope inside of em She knew, damn but she hated that it was true I done raised two boys I can do away with you The locks changed and the nights got colder Im slinging bolders lookin like the bolda tolka Fuck it im the osta Im down for mounds ride by my corner Like Im not gone cry (no) Not reek the pain of watchin my youngest man (no no no) On the corners slangin cane Im callin the cops [chorus x2] Ma even though I left the house alone I was seventeen years old on my own using these streets as my home (yea) Theres no reason to prolong this beef (yea i love you) Ms. Eleanor Trice I place no one above you You the reason when I hustled I knew the stack The reason when I opened up t mics i knew to rip (rip dat) The ethnics you instilled on this hectic young brother Rubbed off after all Now look at ya boy (Look) When they ask about me now you aint gon just put ya head down ma Straighten up ma you can smile now, proud Everythings kosher with the boshterous oysta Lets get closer The regrets never opposed us [chorus x2] |
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| 13. |
| 3:12 |
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AHH!!
[Jadakiss] They tryin-they comin′ for my head po (uh) They′re tryin′ to put pressure on a nigga Huh, short notice (uh-huh) Got sumpin′ for them niggaz though (uh-huh) Yo [Verse 1] I′m like the Dow Jones of rap, my stocks is high And it never was all of, so stop the lies Mothaf**kas′ll blow your brains out, and watch you bleed The same niggaz that you trust, let ′em watch your seed You got a dead niggaz, money don′t stop the greed That′s why now I gotta rock my vest, pop my 3 And whoever die first, may god forgive the nigga who lives, sometimes you gotta handle your biz To my niggaz when I die, keep inhalin′ the lye And come to my wake high, when your tellin′ me bye What goes around comes around, am I comin′ or goin′? All i′m tryin′ to do is leave you numb, gunnin′ or flowin′ I might cock-back the gauge, and start shootin′ at ′cha people I′m lookin for the devil ′cuz money′s the root of evil And ′Kiss won′t be happy ′til my bezel look see-thru Until I flood N-Y with pediquo and diesle Catch me with the top, off my whip Bust my gun while it′s still tucked so you could hop, off my dick I run with a few parolees, all thieves, that rocks ice Blue pacholies and rolies At the mob meetin′, keep quite when the God speakin′ Squeeze my joint, ′til my mothaf**kin′ palm squeakin′ And nevermind who the lox′ll sign to (that′s right) What difference do it make nigga? Just listen to the tape nigga (c′mon) [Chorus] Jay to the mmwwaa, hustle coke, ryde or die (uh) Kiss hand-wash money, let it drip dry (uh-huh) Jay to the mmwwaa, keep cowards on their toes (yeah) Kiss push the drop, rock the ice, get the hoes (uh) Jay to the mmwwaa got the smash on the block (uh-huh) Kiss got the label′s tellin′ niggaz not to drop (tell ′em) Everthing you get (uh-huh), you really don′t expect (naw) ′Cuz when you Jay to the mmwwaa, you kiss to the death [Verse 2] Yeah, Yo, Yo I wanna know, is the promise land heaven or hell? ′Cuz the niggaz that made promises, most of them fell If you hungry, then I got some niggaz servin′ the shells With no sauce, and they silver, only take one to kill you It′s a small world, so you better guard your secrets And it′s easy to get money, but it′s hard to keep it Never was the one that like to hound no bitch All I do is try to keep niggaz around me rich Screw all-a-y′all cowards, I consider you lames Had to save my lunch money just to get in the game That was back when I used-ta have a mean back-spin And no mack-10, it was just bats then U know, beat a nigga down, take his rope Now we-a, heat a nigga down, take his coke And you can call me if you wanna bye them thangs I get ′em half-price ′cuz papi know my name Call me, Jay to the mmwwaa And everything you got in your livin room, I got in my car ′Cept for the bar I try to put a little money away ′Cuz you know they say, tommorrow ain′t promised today Either bubblin′ or strugglin′, nuttin between Or have a grimie nigga like me, f**kin′ ya Queen And the Kiss only do shit with niggaz I know (that′s right) And the outside nigga can′t f**k up my flow (c′mon) [Chorus] Jay to the mmwwaa, hustle coke, ryde or die Kiss hand-wash money, let it drip dry Jay to the mmwwaa, keep cowards on their toes Kiss push the drop, rock the ice, get the hoes Jay to the mmwwaa got the smash on the block Kiss got the label′s tellin′ niggaz not to drop Everthing you get, you really don′t expect ′Cuz when you Jay to the mmwwaa, you kiss to the death Uh |
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| 14. |
| 4:23 |
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[DMX] Let's get it on!!
[Swizz Beatz] We don't give a what what!! We don't give a what what!! (shiet) [Chorus - Swizz Beatz & (DMX)] Get it on the floor Get it get it on the floor (WHAT?!) Get it on the floor Get it get it on the floor (WHAT?!) You don't wanna party then your ass gotta go (WHAT?!) You don't wanna party then your ass gotta go Now you can ride to this motherfucker (uh) Bounce to this motherfucker (uh) Freak to this motherfucker (let's get it on) Get it on the floor (WHAT?!) Get it get it on the floor (WHAT?!) Get it on the floor (WHAT?!) Get it get it on the floor (that's right) [Verse - DMX] Once again it's the darker nigga Here to spark a nigga, break apart a nigga But the dog is bigger, under stress So unless you're wanting to bless to the chest These slugs from his Smith and Wess REST! Or the pump'll put a hurt on a nigga DUMP SIX, motherfucker feed em dirt on a nigga My hands stay dirty, cause I play dirty the mob way You don't know? fuck it find out the hard way A nigga's job is never done I handle my business how it come And there's never been a one on one Nor has there been a problem, I dissolve them I'm like salt, I'll get up Hate to fall but never wreck his car And it's my fault, keep niggaz on point ducking down Niggaz like you need to get bust you fucking clown I extort to support my peeps And hold down the fort, never get caught cause I creeps NIGGA! [Chorus] [Verse - DMX] I'm at the crossroads, look but I'm not really sure which way to go Should I play that low for what I did the other day They on their way to float, got me striking this random I can't stand em, fake ass niggaz want to be the Phantom Looking over my shoulder, cause it's colder than it was And start shorty, because I'm a little older than cuz And the buzz from the saw, wit the chain to your brain Will turn that BIG NIGGA to a fucking stain That pain from the dirt makes the hurt go away for a minute But I'm gon die by it cause I'm like knee deep in it And you motherfuckers wonder why I start shit Cause when you look in my face you see that hard shit Cause I done been to hell and back I ain't wit selling crack I'd rather rob a nigga leave him wit a shell up in his back On the real just to show proof, hit the G.W.B. And blow the whole roof off the toll booth bitch ass nigga! [Chorus] [Verse - DMX] When I crawl, leave a nigga sprawled out after I spoke em I'll slit his throat, dick in the mud and let his blood choke em Up north niggaz get the pick stuck up in em And in the streets bitches get the dick stuck up in em My M.O. is man-slaughter kid Cause on the reals I done wet up more motherfuckers than water did Slid, cause I got to slide when the dirt is done A homicide but they want me on the Murder 1 But as long as I got my gun, I'm aight Stay outta sight while it's light, and then come out at night To make moves again, stomp and bruise again I know I'm going to hell cause I choose to sin All my motherfucking life I been the Devil's advocate Mad niggaz never even knew the devil had a kid But he does and when you hear the buzz of the chainsaw You'll know what I'll split your motherfucking brains for [Chorus - repeat 2x] [Outro - Swizz Beatz] Don't start nothing, it won't be nothing Don't start nothing, it won't be nothing You wanna start something, it's gon be somethin You wanna start something, it's gon be somethin Don't start nothing, it won't be nothing Don't start nothing, it won't be nothing You wanna start something, it's gon be somethin You wanna start something, it's gon be somethin Yo yo CMON! |
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| 3:34 |
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[Intro]
Stand Up! Stand Up! Stand Up! Stand Up! [Chorus:Ludacris and (Shawna)x2] When I move you move ( just like that?) When I move you move ( just like that?) When I move you move ( just like that?) Hell yeah! Hey DJ bring that back! (When I move you move) just like that? (When I move you move) just like that? (When I move you move) just like that? (Hell yeah! Hey DJ bring that back!) [Verse - 1] How you ain't gon' Fuck, bitch I'm me? I'm the GOD Damn reason you in VIP CEO you don't have to see ID I'm young,wild,and strapped like Chi-Ali BLAOW! we ain't got nothing to worry about whoop ass let security carry em out watch out for the medallion my diamonds are wreckless Feels like a midget is hanging from my neckless I pulled up wit a million trucks Looking, smelling, feeling like a million bucks-ahh! Pass the bottles, the heat is on We in the huddle all smoking that Cheech and Chong What's wrong?! The club and moon is full And I'm lookin for a THICK young lady to pull one sure shot way to get em outta them pants Take note to the brand new dance,like this [Chorus] [Verse - 2] Go on wit ya big ass! lemme see something Tell ya little friend he can quit mean mugging I'm lit and I don't care what no one thinks But where the fuck is the waitresses at wit my drinks?! My people outside and they can't get in we gon' rush the back door and break em in The owner already pissed cause we sorta late But our time and our clothes gotta coordinate Most girls lookin right some lookin a mess That's why they spilling drinks all over ya dress But Louis Vuitton bras all over ya breasts Got me wanting to put hickies all over ya chest-ahh C'mon we gon party tonight Y'all use mouth to mouth bring the party to life DOn't be scurred,show another part of your life The more drinks in your system the harder to fight! [Chorus] [Bridge] Stand Up! Stand Up! Stand Up! Stand Up! [Verse - 3] damn right the Fire Marshall wanna shut us down Get us out so someone can gun us down we was two songs away from getting some cutta Now we one song away from tearing da club up Move over! Luda got something to say Do it now cause 'tomorrow' ain't promised 'today' work wit me! Let;s become one wit the beat And don't worry bout me steppin all over ya feet [Chorus] [Outro] Stand Up! Stand Up! Stand Up! Stand Up! Stand Up! ( just like that? ) Stand Up! ( just like that? ) Stand Up! Stand Up! |
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| 3:55 |
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1,2
1,2,3, let's go Back in the mud I've been in I confess, I'm so happy here There's nothing you can do to make me stay away, away, away He's just that country boy, city slick, pit bull temperament At the Pony, at the Flame, either way it's an event If it's me consider it more than a coincidence Even though they mama like me sucka's keep they distances Barber K, hey, what's that, they say Hip hop redneck that's a safe place Say what makes you comfortable Wit me cuz I like it here How about a road-dwellin' urban music pioneer Turn it up, let it bang, run wit me I bet you can't Took too much to make it float, never will I let it sink So when we invented it for our youth and generous Hopin' that my moment passed, I can see no end of it Twenty-five, livin' like I was born yesterday Lovin' life, eatin' right, earnin' every breath I take Standin' in the mud again cuz it seem to pay me well Playin' wit my not-so-distant cousins from the A-T-L Aaah! Press it up, ship it out, call the Pony, rent it out Everything I am today is really what I been about Athens, Gerogia resident, native of LaGrange though I don't love the peach state, "Buddy, say it ain't so" Now all of a sudden, in fact, it's quite the opposite I'm lovin' y'all from Brunswick up to the metropolis Can't forget about my Betty Betty and DaLonica They put the triple X's at the end of Andy's moniker How could I run from everything that made me Know that all the love I get's appreciated greatly Now I'm on the brink of something truly inconceivable Bubba's international b |
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So tight, so fly
You got me lifted, you got me lifted [Frankie J.] You got me lifted shifted higher than the ceiling And ooh wee it’s the ultimate feeling You got me lifted feeling so gifted Suga how you get so fly? Suga suga how you get so fly? Suga suga how you get so fly? Suga suga how you get so fly? Suga suga how you get so fly? [Baby Bash] You know its leather when we ride Wood grain and raw hide Doing what we do, watching screens getting high Gurl you keep it so fly with your sweet hunnybuns You was there when the money was gone You’ll be there when the money comes Off top I can’t lie I love to get blowed You my lil’sugar, I’m yo little chulo And every time we kick it it’s all to the groovy Treat you like my sticky ickey or my sweet oowy goowy (fa real though) [Frankie J.] You got me lifted shifted higher than the ceiling And ooh wee it’s the ultimate feeling You got me lifted feeling so gifted Suga how you get so fly? Suga suga how you get so fly? Suga suga how you get so fly? Suga suga how you get so fly? Suga suga how you get so fly? [Baby Bash] Now I ain’t worried about a thang cause I just hit me a lick I got a fat sack and a superfly chick and uh uh there aint nathan you can say to a player Cause doowop, she fly like the planes in the air That’s right she’s full grown settin her own tone Im diggin her energy and im lovin her o-zone So fly like a dove so fly like a raven Quick to politic with some fly conversation In a natural mood and im a natural dude And we some natural fools blowin out by the pool She like my sexy-coo mama with blades on the berata Rockin Dolce’ Gubbana with hydro in tha cubana [Frankie J.] You got me lifted shifted higher than the ceiling And ooh wee it’s the ultimate feeling You got me lifted feeling so gifted Suga how you get so fly? Suga suga how you get so fly? Suga suga how you get so fly? Suga suga how you get so fly? Suga suga how you get so fly? [baby bash] You know its leather when we ride Wood grain and raw hide Doing what we do, watching screens getting high Gurl you keep it so fly with you sweet hunnybuns You was there when the money was gone You’ll be there when the money comes You know its leather when we ride Wood grain and raw hide Doing what we do, watching screens getting high Gurl you keep it so fly with you sweet hunnybuns You was there when the money was gone You’ll be there when the money comes (fa real though) [Frankie J.] You got me lifted shifted higher than a ceiling And ooh wee it’s the ultimate feeling You got me lifted feeling so gifted Suga how you get so fly? Suga suga how you get so fly? Suga suga how you get so fly? Suga suga how you get so fly? Suga suga how you get so fly? So high like I’m a star so high like I’m a star so high like I’m a star so high like I’m a star Azucar |
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| 3:40 |
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Let's Get it retarded
in here and the basist Run in run in in Run in run in in Run in run in in Run in run in in Run in run in in Run in run in in Run in run in in Run in run in in In this context there's no disrespect so when I bust my rhyme you break your necks We got five minutes for us to disconnect from all intellect collect the rhythm effect Obstacles are inefficient follow your intuition free your inner soul and break away from tradition Cause when we beat out girl it's pullin without You wouldn't believe how we wow shit out Burn it till it's burned out Turn it till it's turned out Act up from north west east south Everybody Everybody let's get into it Get stupid Get it retarded Get it retarded Get it retarded Let's get retarded ha Let's get retarded in here Let's get retarded ha Let's get retarded in here Let's get retarted ha Let's get retarted in here Let's get retarted ha Let's get retarted in here Yeah Lose control of body and soul Don't move too fast people just take it slow Don't get ahead just jump into it Ya'll here a body two peices to it Get stutted Get stupid You'll want me body people will walk you through it Step by step like you're into new kid Inch by inch with the new solution Trench men hits with no delusion The feeling's irresistible and that's how we moving Yo Everybody Everybody let's get into it Get stupid Get it retarded Get it retarded Get it retarded Let's get retarded ha Let's get retarded in here Let's get retarded ha Let's get retarded in here Let's get retarted ha Let's get retarted in here Let's get retarted ha Let's get retarted in here Yeah Run in run in in Run in run in in Run in run in in Run in run in in Cookoo aha let's get We Cookoo in here We Cookoo aha let's get We Cookoo in here We Cookoo aha let's get We Cookoo in here ya ya ya ya ya ya ya ya ya ya ya ya ya ya ya ya Let's get ill that's the deal At the gate we'll bring the bud top drill Just Lose your mind this is the time Ya'll test this drill just and bang your spine Just Bob your head like epilepsy up inside your club or in your bentley Get messy loud and sick Ya'll mount past slow mo in another head trip So Come then now do not correct it let's get pregnant let's get hectic Everybody Everybody let's get into it Get stupid Get it retarded Get it retarded Get it retarded Let's get retarded ha Let's get retarded in here Let's get retarded ha Let's get retarded in here Let's get retarted ha Let's get retarted in here Let's get retarted ha Let's get retarted in here Yeah We Cookoo aha We Cookoo in here We Cookoo aha We Cookoo in here We Cookoo aha We Cookoo in here ya ya ya ya ya ya ya ya ya ya ya ya ya ya ya ya Run in run in in Run in run in in Run in run in in Run in run in in Run in run in in |
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