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[Clue]
DJ Clue.. Desert Storm.. Angie Martinez.. Prodigy.. Live from New York nigga.. [Angie] Uhh.. uhh.. yo-yo, uhh, yo They say it ain't where you from that it's where you at But where I'm from, y'all can tell, don't matter where I'm at Born and bred in the streets of New York, New York It's evident in the way that I talk-a-talk I travel abroad by the Concorde, with a Clue tape (Clue!) Stop in Sicily and tell 'em they pizza fake And I keep the faith in the Knicks, them f**kers And I'm quick to get slick with the lip and word to mother love a dude with a doo-rag, from where we suffer from growin up too fast, I'm a rude ass bitch when I need to be But I'm cool as shit if you real with me, you feelin me? I never sleep like my city when it's time to get this money Got game, spot game, so don't act funny (hah hah) We the block, we the ave, we the Bronx, we Manhattan From Staten, to Long Island, we make it happen, out in [Chorus: Prodigy] + Clue {ad libs} NEW YORK, NEW YORK [P] The city, the buildings [P] The big rotten apple, old timers and children NEW YORK, NEW YORK [P] We trendsetters [P] We gave birth to rap music, y'all niggaz know better We NEW YORK, NEW YORK [P] The latest fashion, listen [P] We get our jewels from the Diamond District Out in NEW YORK, NEW YORK [P] The brave, the great [P] The Eastside nigga, the Empire State [Prodigy] Nigga we gangsta, we dress to kill We on some real live Mobb shit, pullin up in trucks flossin The bosses, we scare 'em straight, it's not a game how we bully shit, you f**k around and get your food ate boy My razor make your face ke-loid Then I throw my drink at you (woo!) just to make that shit burn We make heads turn when we step in You starin at my piece swingin, it might hypnotize you Dunn, we never had to tuck our chains Marquis diamonds all up in your face We the hood, we the projects, we Brooklyn, we Queens In the streets, our music is murder, ya heard me? It's P (yeah) loud and clear, it ain't fair how I keep droppin that shit that make you look stupid Me and Angie, got the hottest shit movin on the block right now Y'all bitches bow down, to.. [Chorus] [Prodigy] Yo, we don't negotiate, we move on impulse You try to insult me and my associates So that note, we let the guns speak on our behalf We got dough to keep dirt up off our hands C'mon, we the M-O-B-B nigga We the Mobb, who the f**k did you think it was? Step aside youngbloods when you see New York niggaz come through Silent murder, that's how we do [Angie] Out in NEW YORK, NEW YORK - where they tend to wild out Who am I? Everything bitches pretend to be about Angie, yeah baby, you thought it was me Notoriously, N.Y.C. and y'all can see I'ma be that chick you remember for life I got, niggaz sick tryin to make me they wife I'm in the 5 overdrive as I glide across the bridge Rockin my sunglasses, signin pictures for the kids I demolish from Tribeca to Hollis +Sky's the Limit+ like Chris Wallace - you can't stop it Comin through respect due cause I'm the people's choice Stop actin new yo, cause you know I'm the voice of [Chorus] [Clue] Big shout to Queens, Brooklawn.. Uptown, the B.X., L.I., Shaolin, Y.O. Nigga! Desert Storm, Roc-A-Fella, it's William nigga.. Holla! Hev. E Components nigga, we built like that! |
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| 4:28 |
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Yo yo angie, come downstairs, the pub is open Hurry up ma! put your socks, put your slippers on! C'mon ma hurry! (alright then, i got it) [the product g&b] Oooohhh angie.. Ooo-whoaaaa, yeahhh.. Oooh yeah hooooo whoahhhh, ohhh-ye ohhhhh-yeah [angie martinez] Uh, yeah (ooh ooh ooh ooh) Uh (ooh ooh ooh ooh) Uh-uh-uh uh-ah uh-ah-uh-ah I started in brooklyn, comin up in the game Everybody has a story mine wasn't the same Angela, delinquent, i thought i was grown I went through a lot things way before i was known See my moms, she never knew i would make it all start She was through with the bad grades, the late nights in the park Causin my mom pain, my life was in the dirt I played hooky all day while she was hard at work Sorry ma, know it was hard and my pops was a jerk She packed her shit and got us out of there before it got worse Moved the fam to miami in hopes of changin my ways A big portion of my mind still remained in a daze It wasn't 'til we came back my life matured Success would be the only thing that i was fightin for I was determined to get there, and keep it hot Since that day my only goal was to reach the top [chorus: the product g&b] To every little girl, on every block That's comin of age tryin to reach the top I said no matter who you are, you can reach the stars But never forget, how fragile you are, cause a girl is fragile [angela martinez] It's crazy, when i think back, sometimes i have to cry Cause when you young, you don't see how life can pass you by You don't even really care if you gon' starve or not This go back to ninety-three when i got the job at hot I used to answer the phones for flex, do overnight spurts Back then, i was like, "hey who knows? it might work" I wasn't satisfied, but it would just begin Cause in ninety-five, i was every day, six to ten I put in a lot of work so i could bring in my listeners I secured a fanbase, although some of them dissed us I was new at my thang, but i was doin my thang And i would never let nobody try to ruin my thang But of course, there were people couldn't stand where i was Cause although know i'm in, i wasn't made what i was Through the heat, kept it movin, throw the haters a smile What would they do if they knew her heart was fragile? [chorus] [the product g&b] Angela.. (uh-huh) angela.. (hahahah) Angela.. (wooh!) angela.. (uhh, uhh) [angie martinez] Overall, it's a rough business, it could stop even you There's people that's gonna say things that's not even true Like the one about me not bein down for my women And i hated the lesbian rumors that went around for a minute How bout the one that goes, 'yeah, she goes with him. He bought her the car, the ice, the clothes and rims.' And i'm sure you all heard she caught one dead in the face It'd been different if she said what she said to my face As for men, who knows where my story will start I went through a relationship that nearly tore me apart So i'm chillin for now, it's all about me for the moment Cause there's things that i wouldn't allow But i'ma be aight though, keep comin with tight flow Try to stay on the low while i'm watchin your hype grow Playin the role like nobody can cramp your style But i know, like you know, that you're fragile [chorus] {*the product g&b ad lib to the end*} |
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| 3:25 |
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(Wyclef Jean)
Wyclef, chillin with Angie Live at Jimmy's, worldwide baby Azuuuu-car! (Chorus: Wyclef) Suavemente, be-sa-me Angie Martinez, can I get a date on Friday? Suavemente, just when I thought she'd say yes.. Yo, yo, that's when a kid pulled the tec and the whole crowd parted Why you fuckin up the party before it gets started? (Angie Martinez) Yo, yo, yo, yo it's Angie The way I flip it make you switch your shit to plan B And I'll be dipped out in the club lookin fancy And we ain't chillin too tough if you ain't family You mad at me man please I'm chillin low-key That's why I got my little hat on In the V.I.P. where everybody high fash-ion Gettin they mack on, thirsty fo' satisfaction And it's, bound to happen like latins goin platinum Now we, in it lookin for the big peso And my, song inspired by Elvis Crespo And we, gettin it started so baby let's go Nasty boys in the party singin, "Dame Webo" Better, make it easy cause we livin suave Be bout the +Smooth Operators+ like Sade "Coast 2 Coast, New York to Chicago East L.A." (Chorus) (Angie Martinez) Funny how times flies when you gettin drunk (uh-huh) It's three A.M. and we still ain't had enough (uh-huh) Bout the time when everybody know whassup See them niggaz pushin up, now you know they wanna (WHAT?) See the big pop-pas chasin mu-cha-chas Whylin out, right right, be like ooh-la-la But they gets na-da, make me laugh ha-ha Like HA-HA-HA, HA-HA! They be, silly boys in brand new clothes (uh-ha) Actin up with nothin, puttin on shows (uh-ha) At the bar, frontin, strikin up a pose in cubic zircon's like nobody knows, but it's okay papi, I won't tell (uh-huh) If they don't know you might as well do your thang duh-dah-dah-duh-dah Pero suave yo! (Chorus - 2X) (Wyclef) Suavemente (uh-ha!).. (uh-huh) Suavemente (uh-ha!).. (uh-huh) Suavemente |
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[Busta]
Busta Rhymes and Angie Mar-ti-nez Sippin on mar-tinis Check it out now, check it out now, c'mon, c'mon [Chorus: Busta Rhymes] Now let's take it from the gutter to the fancy shit, c'mon Make you really wanna do the nasty shit, c'mon Bounce all night and wave ya hands and shit Everytime we come through, me and my mans and shit [A] Let me get my girls, drink a couple grand and shit [B] Angie, I love the way we form a plan and shit, c'mon [B] You know we got 'em lovin how we movin 'em crazy [A] How we put it down you love the way we doin it baby [Busta] Yo, lemme talk, shit, prepare for the worst Oops spit on a verse, she call me like she got the gat in the purse Niggaz need to rehearse (you) Lay you on a stretcher like you caught a heart attack in the church Reverse in the hearse, another body bring me the nurse Make you react first Shoot the sound of my bounce, so when you hear my gat burst Ask(?) me, we floss fancy, me and Angie Take shit beyond where niggaz really can't see Flow freakin yo' music together like we nasty When you pass the L baby, make sure you never pass me Do whatever we stack cheddar the smart way Blaze treets and speed down the Pulaski Parkway In and out of them lanes, you know we whippin all day Checkin the passenger seat, pettin my baby sharpei (woof) Loyal like Kemosabe, haters could never really harm me I rep for my niggaz, you rep for Puerto Rico mami! [Angie] Listen up, nigga get on the bus, ride with us Most high we trust, other than that Everybody suspect, don't bother come test Funk Flex blastin with it, I'm masterin it Linda Carter of the rap game With gold bangles on my wrists, latin chicks on the map mayn man the game plan's arran-gin a house on the hills of the main-land, get on board Step inside, arrest my eyes, I don't sleep Confess sometimes I roll deep Underestimating mine is to not know me I, analyze, every situation And I rise to any occasion And I, stays in, do me mode then I'm runnin the streets, in do me clothes with a sweatsuit and a fresh pair of sneakers In the Benz Coupe, smokin weed or Cohibas.. |
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yo... (Angie) ...Who's this? Cuben... (Angie) ...It didn't sound like you waz' up pa!? Waz up booby?... ...(laughs)...Your way... Waz up my sister my motherfuckin'... (Angie) ...ju miss me??.. say you jus cam back from Cuba ... (Angie) yeah man it was crazy babe cohibas all day I know you brought me a Cohiba... (Angie) ...No doubt waz up baby how you doing we go party tonight? (Angie) allright we going to jimmy's call domingo... ... I'll call domingo I'll tell 'em to meet us there... (Angie) aiight baby see ya tonight |
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| 4:37 |
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Graso, vamos pa'l club esta noche, ¿como que no?
Que ahi'ta angie martinez, 'ta cuban link y domingo Una cosita ahi que te voy a poner pa' los pie Pa' hacerte bailar, tu ve carajo, va ser co'o, tijerazo... (tabaco, tabaco y ron...) (chorus: Domingo) Jimmy, Copacabana, in Miami, little Habana Ay... Latin Quarters, la Gran Manzana We're gonna party hasta por la manana Ay... Santo Domingo tomando Mamajuana Gozando en Colombia, Venezuela y las Bahamas Ay... Costa Rica, Peru y Tijuana Ven conmigo mami, porque esto nadie no para Ay... (Angie Martinez over end of chorus) Uhh, uhh, uhh, yo yo, yo Bubble heavy in the club, double Henne' in the cup Trouble and merengue make you move yo' butt Got the fella's goin nuts, girl it's too much Got me four numbers already, the night's still young Papi work the room, handsome like WHAT! Mami got new shoes, hair done like WHAT! Me, you, speed through "yeah, yeah, good to meet'cha, how you doin?" Afraid to be the one baby take it floor Don't say nuttin dumb, maybe we could do more! Cause it's our night and it's okay! Work hard all day, now we ready to play! And the J, the I, the M, the M, the Y, the J, the I, the M At Jimmy's... at Jimmy's! (Domingo) Jimmy, Copacabana, in Miami, little Habana Ay... Latin Quarters, la Gran Manzana We're gonna party hasta por la manana Ay... Santo Domingo tomando Mamajuana Gozando en Colombia, Venezuela y las Bahamas Ay... Costa Rica, Peru y Tijuana Ven conmigo mami, porque esto nadie no para Ay... (Sunkiss) Uhh... creep to yo' block in the black Cadillac You could go wit a grey Mac, BRRRA! Run, duck, son - what the fuck? See my tattoo, got Pun on my gut Bag yo' chick, give her none of the bucks Curse me out, call me a bum and a slut Cause I bust quick like for ton in the bed And I broke out wit more guns in a truck! (Cuban Link over end of Sunkiss) Yo, yo.. Ain't nuttin' stoppin' us from droppin' And rockin' the whole metropolis We lockin' this down, straight up and down We too hot to miss, got the shit to make 'em lose it They can't refuse it Cause it ain't nuttin' like hip-hop music! New shit - took a merengue beat looped it Exclusive, without doubt, this shit's stupid! Who's this? Cuban Link, no te asustes! Domingo drop the bomb, i got the fuse lit (Domingo) Jimmy, Copacabana, in Miami, little Habana Ay... Latin Quarters, la Gran Manzana We're gonna party hasta por la manana Ay... Santo Domingo tomando Mamajuana Gozando en Colombia, Venezuela y las Bahamas Ay... Costa Rica, Peru y Tijuana Ven conmigo mami, porque esto nadie no para Ay... (Angie Martinez over end of chorus) Whoo, whoo... hey! Strobe lights twirlin', smoke everywhere Dance floor flooded, hands in the air Bar in the back, ballers in the rear Find me 'round there, bottles by the pair, yeah All night cause it feels real good And good wood from a nigga in the hood Ladies - shake it, shake it like a real girl should Let it be understood That I'm wit' my friends and we ready to go Connects wit' Ellies to Santo Domingo! And I, won't rest 'til i'm poppin' at the show Watchin' all my people shoutin' "go, ma, go!" So get it up, get it up (uh-oh, uh-oh!) Shake it down, shake it down (uh-oh, uh-oh!) If we havin' big fun (uh-oh, uh-oh!) If you rep Big Pun (uh-oh, uh-oh!) C'mon... (Domingo) Jimmy, Copacabana, in Miami, little Habana Ay... Latin Quarters, la Gran Manzana We're gonna party hasta por la manana Ay... Santo Domingo tomando Mamajuana Gozando en Colombia, Venezuela y las Bahamas Ay... Costa Rica, Peru y Tijuana Ven conmigo mami, porque esto nadie no para Ay... (Big Pun) Boricua, morena; girl i wanna take ya back to Cuba (Cuba) Habana (Habana), c'mon pretty mama Jamaica, Puerto Rico o Santo Domingo We could take it there! Yeah, yeah, and bring your silk underwearies on! (Domingo) Jimmy, Copacabana, in Miami, little Habana Ay... Latin Quarters, la Gran Manzana We're gonna party hasta por la manana Ay... Santo Domingo tomando Mamajuana Gozando en Colombia, Venezuela y las Bahamas Ay... Costa Rica, Peru y Tijuana Ven conmigo mami, porque esto nadie no para Ay... (Big Pun) ... and bring your silk underwearies on!... ... and bring your silk underwearies on!... ... and bring your silk underwearies on!... ... and bring your silk underwearies on!... |
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| 2:14 |
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| 4:17 |
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Whoo!
CHORUS: Angie and Lil' Mo Even though you got no money Other chicks be actin funny It don't matter boy 'cause I got love for you "a nice guy that like to f**k alot" I'm so tired of all these playaz And I don't mean to be a hater But I know just what I'm lookin for "a nice guy that like to f**k alot" "Verse 1" This is for my on the low niggas Average joe niggas You know, I'm tallkin plain ol' niggas Big up, big up all the regular dudes Appreciate 'em after dealin wit a playa or two What I'm sayin to you, is all the ice is nice But a girl get tired of payin the price See it aint what we eat, it's how we do I like Mr. Chal, but we can do BBQ F**kin wit you, you gon get to my heart We can chill, crack jokes, smoke a L in the park And when it come to lovin, you go hard... Yeah, now that's really what a girl want And uh, nobody can do me Like you, so you the one that I'm givin it to For rich or tore up, I'm in it wit you For you fake smooth niggas, I'm finished wit you Beat it CHORUS "Verse 2" Yo, yo, uh I shine, you shine Gotta alotta big things playa that's nice I don't wanna knock your hustle but I know your kind And I don't trust ya so I'm lookin for mine Not tryin to sell me the gathos, not poppin bottles Not tryin to stick it to models You know misled bitches, after your riches Try to throw me in the mix don't even notice a difference I don't like Coogie sweaters anyway I like a nigga in a hoodie better anyday I'm not a chick-en, I'm not to be tricked on Matter fact you the rea-son That I, don't wanna get with playaz no more I wanna low key nigga fo' sho You don't really gotta be my boyfriend I'm sayin though... CHORUS "Tony Sunshine" But I got Cristal ven aqui Mami, let me buy your love But I got platinum ven aqui Mami, let me buy your love "Playa" {Angie} skit "I'm sayin though girl can we talk for a minute though? I got some things I wanna talk to you about" "Yeah?" "y'know, don't front girl" "What is it, what is it, that you have that I need" "I'm sayin , I got alotta stuff you see the ice you see the way I'm flossin, aint nobody in this club flossin like me, they don't got what I got, y'knowhatimsayin? I got good looks, I got furs" "Right, really, what are you... what are you bringin to me that I need in my life..." "I'm bringin to you a good lookin nigga wit alotta things man, aint too many niggas that can offer you alotta things and good looks at the same time though, y'knowhatimsayin, you smell that..." "Tell you what..." "I got cars..." "You got cars?" "I got houses, I got what you need, what you need?" "But the thing is, the thing is I got a job" "You gotta be out?" "No I gotta job" "Oh you gotta job?" "Right so I have things" "What your job gotta do wit a nigga like me, you won't have to work no more girl" "But I like to work, I like..." "I'm sayin I know you like to work, you can work on me, y'knawmean" "That's really special "Huh?" "That's really special" "That's real special, I'm a special nigga, I'm sayin I got what you need..." "You are a special nigga, you are a special, special nigga" "I see you sippin all that Mo', what you need, you want some Cristal?" "No I'm good all I... you know... I got a job like I told you so If I really needed some Cristal I could really just... go to the bar and buy myself a bottle of Cristal what I'm askin you, is what you, are bringin to the table} "I'm bringin alotta things to the table, I mean I offered you ice, cars, cribs, whatever you need and I don't even know you like that but I'm... "Tony Sunshine" But I got platinum ven aqui Mami, let me buy your love... |
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| 3:33 |
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[Angie Martinez]
Yo, yo, yo, uhh, uhh, yo, yo, whoo whoo whoo whoo, yo, uhh, hey! Sometimes you gotta, catch yo' breath and, all the time you gotta watch yo' step and, catch me all on yo' neck, stressin' 'bout "What you doin' next?" And I ain't got much left; tolerance wit' a hoop-la La hodienda no se para nunca, yeah They give it to you but I, keep it movin' while I'm runnin' wit' the rap race But I need a little damn space, to breathe I gotta just do me; why I always gotta be sexy huh? Would you mind when you spill it like me? In a pair of Air Max sweat pants hoodie huh? Would ya, get off my back, c'mon, let a nigga relax Cause I'm, all woman now, hear me roar Right now I'm 'bout to hit the door, so I can parle', it's my day, 'bout to pick up my girls at the highway Gotta get away, gotta do it now, gotta walk into the sun, ah ah ah [Chorus: Angie Martinez + singer] Gotta be free, gotta do me Gotta get away, get away Gotta gimmie some time to breathe Gotta walk into the sun, ah ah ah C'mon ladies come ride wit' me Gotta get away, get away Gotta relax your body! Gotta walk into the sun, ah ah ah I just really need some time to ease my mind and let my spirit gooo! [Angie Martinez - over end of Chorus] Gonna fly.. c'mon.. How many women cook and clean, wash the clothes work a job, come home - mop the floors, wash the sofas Nah, no time for that, besides, ya only rest when it's time to wack Plus thats that time you can be the gent, gettin' ya legs tight, gettin' ya head right Doin' it every night in summer time almost You wanna ass lookin' firm when they come up close One of single mother types wit' a couple of kids? Nuttin' come before them, don't give a f**k who it is You a proud ass woman, never cry for help Been doin' it for years all by yourself For cryin' out loud, can ya get your props? Wanna pull your hair out cause the shit don't stop and, ya nigga wanna stress, gettin' no rest Takin' no breaths, it's PMS Wanna know when do I get my day Wanna pick up my girls at the highway Gotta get away, gotta do it now, gotta walk into the sun, ah ah ah [Chorus] [singer] Yo necesito un poco de paz.. en mi vida! Necesito un poco de paz.. en mi vida! Some times a girl just wants to be free from what you think of me baby please get up off my back and give a girl some space because we're livin' in a big bad place I just really need some time to have a little piece of mind and breathe, breeeaathe! |
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| 4:28 |
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Featuring Beanie Sigel, Brett, Kool G. Rap & The L.O.X.
[unknown singer] Ohhhhh.. senorita.. when the evening sun go down I come to.. serenade you.. from another part, of town {*car tires peeling out*} [Angie Martinez] Let's get it on it's Angie Mar' reportin live from the streets From Y.O. to Philly and Harlem to Q.B. When it drops it's game over, you'll see Introducing, Jadakiss and Styles P, where you at? [The L.O.X.] Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo You know we still in the hood dog, in front of the store With the work across the street and the gun in the stall Soon as somethin happen niggaz wanna run to the law You know the code of the streets, never run to the law That's why I can't even run 'less I run with a four or I walk with a three, come and talk to 'em P You can catch me down bottom with a bird and a glock On the block makin money where they murder a lot Or you can catch me up top shootin dice for a yard I'm talkin six digits, niggaz bet the house or the car You can catch me hittin the spliff, sick in the pit On the fiend like I'm missin my shit, they think I'm crazy Catch me hittin your lady in my Mercedes Bird on your baby, fuck you I'm keepin it gravy L.O.X. hold the hammers like we waitin for screws With Angie Mar' BLOWIN MOTHERFUCKERS OUT OF THEY SHOES, WHAT? [Angie Martinez] Comin live from the streets where some died tryin to eat From Y.O. to Philly, from Harlem to Q.B. And when it drops, game over, you'll see Introducin, Beanie Sigel, tell me how you livin? [Beanie Sigel] Aiyyo, I've been kickin murder - since Adidas with thick strings T.I. sweatsuits, Pumas with thick chains Four finger rings, black belts with brass names I was spittin flames since niggaz was pitchin change I'm a hard knock kiddo, always played the middle Threw flacks in the crack game, getchu if I can getchu Since a buck, played the highway, dodgin the troop boys Jumpin in and out of Coupes, wavin for Duke boys Always chased a penny, copped quarter waters Tried to make a dollar chased my pop's boss daughters Tryin to make my name, global, in all four corners Philly baller, gamin in all four quarters Never worked, never will - all my hoes buy my clothes I can't go broke, never will - all my bros buy my O's I'm the best thing that linked up with New York since Sprewell I murder, nuttin further - fill in the details [Brett] I'm here, it's over, fuck how y'all feel When I drop, y'all gon' realize it's all real Bein left for dead, tied up, smoke 'til I was dried up So high up, seem like the sky ducked, high what? Life was rough, but now it's nothin to hide Used to click and be quick to put this gun to yo' side Be like, "That chain nice - I like that pal. Matter fact {*click click*} I'd like that now." You've got game? Call the name, just spell the name right Brett, one of the best rappers ever to touch a mic It's prophecized I'd write, spit scriptures mind blowin 'til my coffin top close and heaven skies open Fear no man's my slogan, I hope y'all believe I'm just like you, fear nuttin human that bleeds My mind breed two movies, six ab-lums, a hundred poems Thirty R&B joints, I'm beyond the norm, y'all just mad I'm just glad, got my time to shine Y'all the type to hit three hundred bars and run out of rhymes [Angie Martinez] Brett, from my ByStorm family, with Angie Come live from the streets, from Harlem to Q.B. And when it drops, game over, you'll see Introducin, finally, the legendary Kool G. [Kool G. Rap] It's B.G.S. kid so what you facin? Caps racin Decapitation twenty buck-fifties and lacerations Guerilla fam' camouflaged out in the grass waitin to blass your nation slash like Jason and bash your face in We ass lacin top bodies and half in the basement Our style, cast you so bad you'll need plastic replacement When gats is raised in, fascination blastin and blazin Evacuation for your whole staff there's gas in the tank and Gets back abrasions from cap grazin, defy gravitation Pull my shit back squeeze bust it like masturbation Hold fort, hold the blow torch, leave your soul scorched with no remorse, the state of New York, get your shit caught When niggaz hawk, let the fifth talk So tell me who's the next man to flip? I stop the beef shit, with rubber handled grips Your candle get lit, guerilla shit feed us banana clips The hammers hit, anything in our range we dismantle it [Angie Martinez] Like to say thanks to my street correspondents, for gettin on this Comin live and direct with no nonsense Sorry folks for hurtin y'all, the previous has been brought to you by "Up Close and Personal" |
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| 4:15 |
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Angie: what's this?
(unfolding of letter) Angie & guy: dear angie Guy: I know we've been together a long time boo But I'm writing this letter cus I really couldn't face you like It's kinda ill I gotta a lot things going on right now And I met somebody too So I need a little space ma for real [hook] This mothafucka told me that he'd love me for life He told me he had my back and I would be his fucking wife He told me no matter what baby everythings gon be ok And now this mothafucka's leaving and he don't think he gon pay [verse 1] Think a letta like this gon kill me dude? Shit you was lucky I was real wit you Shit you was lucky I was feeling you Let me tell you what a bitch that's real will do I remember all the things that we did in my house Should of never left shit in my house Get your clothes and your boots and suits nigga get em up out You would never know what I'm about When I'm in doubt I walk away like it's the in thing Follow all my instincts The henessey in ya blood got ya strong like ginseing Who the hell you think ya pimpin? Not me you can go I don't care what you leaving me for If you stay you'll be deceiving me more Let me see what you do when you can't get your feet on the floor You didn't think that I would even the score Through the heat of it all I was there for you Cared for you But you never gave the love back I don't care if you a thug cat Ain't no mothafucka ever gon treat me like a rugrat It's niggas like you that make a bitch wanna wil' out Put a brick through you windshield I don't care how your fam or your fake ass friends feel Since day one I've always been real But you took it for granted damnit You got me actin foul Think you a playa international? Got your bank card know your pin number so I'm cashin now On some funny shit look who's laughing now I'ma sell all the jewelry you left behind Me being deaf, dumb, and blind Instead of being two steps ahead I was a step behind Thought you never gonna wreck my mind [hook x2] [background hook] I don't care though You can go now Pack your shit up I don't need you [verse 2] You messed with my mind was the worse thing you ever did I ain't the one for the wedding ring Your doing this for your benefit You degenerate Stab me in the back like a benidect But I blame myself for being blind for the scrub type Should've knew from the getgo But it's cool I can live I can learn get wise to my life It ain't hard for me to let go I'm a strong ass woman Ain't no way I'm gonna be depressed Let a nigga try to wear me down Now the rain is gone I can see clearly now Where my mentals at you should fear me now Look really how Did you think I wouldn't pay ya back Your a bitch for the way you act You want to be in the front while I played the back And you think that I'm gonna be ok wit that? That's crazy wack You ain't never wanna help the team Did things that I felt were mean But I let it all go Never paid it no mind Even though you tried to fuck with my self-esteem When you dealt with me you had things that you never had Niggas knew I was your better half Now you got a new bitch Pray to God hope she know about me And if not I'm gonna tell her ass Stella had to get her groove back Nigga move back Who me I'm just moving on Mary j. said the best when said that I'm not gon cry Mothafucka thought you'd knew the song But i'ma leave it alone Cus I'm a bigga bitch Even though another chick'll prolly try to get you fast He should've died Keep this in mind Mothafucka wish I never would've met your ass [hook until fades out x4] |
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| 14. |
| 3:43 |
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(L-BURNA *HOOK*)
Thug love, thug love All she ever wanted was that thug loooooove Thug love, thug love All she ever wanted was that thug, love Thug love, thug love All she ever wanted was that thug loooooove Thug love, thug love All she ever wanted was that thug, love (ANGIE) Yo, hey yo, uhh Yo, yo, yo-yo, uhh Aiyyo I met him at a club, spendin dubs, Mr. Superthug Pulled up with a group of trucks, everybody knew who he was I ain't playin the boy was cute, and I'm sayin We only danced one song but the whole night I was swayin Mesmorized by his style, could tell he was wild But he had a touch of class and a million buck smile Got a thing for a thug and he fit the profile Thug love, think I'm buggin brother let me know now (FAT JOE) Yo.. yeah, uhh Yo, yo.. What's his name?, what's the color of his Range?, what's his game? Was he kickin it like he love his train?, full of octane? Stop playin, know you ain't fall for that (Yo he's pagin me) Ang' don't even think of callin back Man I know those cats, him and his click be flowin crack Up in Prominax, stickin them kids, by the laundromat Pumpin that two-for-five, the rules imply f***in' with them dudes that's trife, you lose your life (Chorus) *FAT JOE* It's a thug love *ANGIE* Searchin for love in the wrong places *FAT JOE* A thug love *ANGIE* Lovin them rough with pretty faces *FAT JOE* Even though he ain't right for you *ANGIE*Joe I like this dude, I need advice from you *FAT JOE*It's a thug love *ANGIE* Searchin for love in the wrong places *FAT JOE* A thug love *ANGIE* Lovin them rough with pretty faces *FAT JOE* Even though he ain't right for you *ANGIE* Yo yo, uhh, uhh, yo (ANGIE) I just can't explain why women are attracted to danger A thug and a player look the same in linen But one's packin a banger I guess it's the anger that be in they eyes Mixed together with a pinch of they sensual side That gets me energized Fly and confident, respected and highly dominant Got me on the rise every time he drown me with compliments Joey I'm fallin for a thug, should I sacrifice? or let it go brother you never gave me bad advice (FAT JOE) It's only right that I let you know which route to go No doubt fo' sho', once he hits it, he's out the do' Know I seem like a cock-blocker, but he's not proper Besides you're my little sis, I gotta watch ya Gotta stop you from dealin with snakes You're sealin your fate let alone I feel it's your wake Eliminate all the wrongs in your life Don't you fall for them guys, like Pun says, it's all in the eyes (CHORUS + HOOK) (FAT JOE) I only speak on what I know, he cheats, he gotta go You think he ain't gon' creep (not at all) That's a damn shame, I see you fallin for this man's game The truth is even if he want it man he can't change That's the life of a player livin lies like the mayor Hittin them thighs, be wise and beware But don't be surprised, one day you'll find a decent guy Someone that cares and provides a piece of mind (ANGIE) I know you right, but I'm torn inside I got a jonz for a boy that was born to ride My only vice(?), saw the guy, leave my momma mortified It's no surprise, it happens all the time Got me stressin and I'm comin back for me Got me, checkin my messages expectin him to call I need to, let it go need to stay focused But can't, forget him yo so I remain hopeless (CHORUS + HOOK) |
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| 2:54 |
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*chorus(Jay-Z(Angie Martinez))*
How you say "my love" in spanish? (Mi amor) (How you say "my love" in thug?) Can I hit it raw? In the backseat of my jeep, or maybe on the floor (Easy papi) Nah mami, teach me more (Tr'teme especial means treat me special) I ain't got no time for that now, dame un beso (Wanna keep a good girl like I told you before) (Easy papi) Yea, teach me more (Jay-Z) I like fast cars,I love faster chicks You dont need a small waist.I take ass and tits Love chicks that deep throat, love being left alone on a Sunday afternoon with the remote Love having my cake plus eating it too Shit, I got cake what the fuck I'm 'posed to do? Like chicks to dress, but I love a good shoe Sophisticated mama with love for the hood too Love sexin girls on that boricua shit Love black girls when the levi's fit Chicks that play hard to get on that Aaliyah shit If at first I don't succeed, then believe I split Can you blame me? Young buck, dirty-ass pops trained me Moms allowed it, Daddy was about it (Bout it) Game got inherited Mama said if you find love you better cherish it Teach me! *chorus* (Angie Martinez) I like to slow dance, I liketo romance I like to...stroll through the park holding hands Ask me how my day was, tell me "Ma looking pretty" On Sundays in the cut watchin "Sex and the City" Having long talks and good lovin in the morning Walk them dogs when my body is callin Fleash air force cuts a wound with a line No stress of course, cause I dont have the time Like to wine and dine but please hold your liquor, cuz I'm rollin with ya and I hate a silly nigga Like 'em rough and rugged, love it when you tug it You buggin out of line on that thug shit its nothin Dealt with cats before that I had to train Dealt with cats that's poor and a cat with fame One who played basketball and I had more game So por favor papi, stay in your lane *chorus* |
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| 0:56 |
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| 4:13 |
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Featuring Q-Tip
[Chorus: Q-Tip] Girl, you gotta move dem thangz, dem thangz I wanna see you move dem thangz, dem thangz In the hood dawg, you know they move dem thangz, dem thangz Cause ain't a damn thing changed man, they move dem thangz (yeah, it's my thang) [A] Yeah, I know how to move it.. (yeah, it's my thang) [Q] I know how to do it.. (yeah, it's my thang) [A] I know how to move it man.. (yeah, it's my thang) [Q] And I know how to do it [Angie Martinez] Yo, whoo! Step up in the club like "Who up in here?" Linda Carter with the world premier, watch out now! Shit ain't clear, cause Hova got me open on the Belvedere Yeah, settin it real good feelin proper Checkin out the nigga with the Gucci parka, like Uh-huh, okay, whassup? It's a luv-a-dub, and it's your world I'm a choosy girl but we can dance to the dawn like Lucy Pearl Cause you got that thang thang And we can do big thangz, but go, easy Like I told you before, cause I don't wanna hurt you pah.. huh And the name is Angela And ain't too many niggaz that can handle her, it's true [Chorus] [Angie Martinez] Uhh, since the start of it all Standin alone, claimin my own, y'know? Little that, little this Cop a couple pieces to cover my little wrists Prayin while they hopin they sayin my shit'll miss Man listen, it's, my, thang I'm, well connected Pull dem strings and I'm, not new On the block for a minute And I, won't stop 'til I get it, get it Comin widdit like the Punisher Gettin all up in your stomach uhh.. huh, my bad Gettin focused now Lot of niggaz in the club wanna poke us now But, back it up baby nice and slow Cause I roll with a whole lot of G.I. Joe's In the cut camoflauged with they eyes on me while I, move, my thang, c'mon [Chorus] [Angie Martinez] Yo.. I, come through - doin what I do Niggaz buggin out like, "Who the fuck knew?" Same chick from the radio dial Same one from the summer jam, gettin 'em wild But now my niggaz it's a new day BK always like Biggie doin "Jui-cy" Iced out like David Blaine What's it all about baby IT'S, MY, THANG [A] Yeah, I know how to move it.. (yeah, it's my thang) [Q] I know how to do it.. (yeah, it's my thang) [A] I know how to move it man.. (yeah, it's my thang) [Q] And I know how to do it (yeah, it's my thang) [Chorus] [A] Yeah, I know how to move it.. [Q] I know how to do it.. [A] I know how to move it man.. |
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| 8:12 |
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(Wyclef Jean)
Wyclef, chillin with Angie Live at Jimmy's, worldwide baby Azuuuu-car! (Chorus: Wyclef) Suavemente, be-sa-me Angie Martinez, can I get a date on Friday? Suavemente, just when I thought she'd say yes.. Yo, yo, that's when a kid pulled the tec and the whole crowd parted Why you fuckin up the party before it gets started? (Angie Martinez) Yo, yo, yo, yo it's Angie The way I flip it make you switch your shit to plan B And I'll be dipped out in the club lookin fancy And we ain't chillin too tough if you ain't family You mad at me man please I'm chillin low-key That's why I got my little hat on In the V.I.P. where everybody high fash-ion Gettin they mack on, thirsty fo' satisfaction And it's, bound to happen like latins goin platinum Now we, in it lookin for the big peso And my, song inspired by Elvis Crespo And we, gettin it started so baby let's go Nasty boys in the party singin, "Dame Webo" Better, make it easy cause we livin suave Be bout the +Smooth Operators+ like Sade "Coast 2 Coast, New York to Chicago East L.A." (Chorus) (Angie Martinez) Funny how times flies when you gettin drunk (uh-huh) It's three A.M. and we still ain't had enough (uh-huh) Bout the time when everybody know whassup See them niggaz pushin up, now you know they wanna (WHAT?) See the big pop-pas chasin mu-cha-chas Whylin out, right right, be like ooh-la-la But they gets na-da, make me laugh ha-ha Like HA-HA-HA, HA-HA! They be, silly boys in brand new clothes (uh-ha) Actin up with nothin, puttin on shows (uh-ha) At the bar, frontin, strikin up a pose in cubic zircon's like nobody knows, but it's okay papi, I won't tell (uh-huh) If they don't know you might as well do your thang duh-dah-dah-duh-dah Pero suave yo! (Chorus - 2X) (Wyclef) Suavemente (uh-ha!).. (uh-huh) Suavemente (uh-ha!).. (uh-huh) Suavemente |
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