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(feat. Twista)
[Shawnna] Shawnna kick hot shit for bitches that got they baby daddies locked In the pen' gone; fittin to rock cause he did wrong Run up on the cops and he hit 'em with the glock with his wig gone Sellin rock on the big phone In the projects niggaz run up on your set with the tech' out Leave you wet with you chest out Killer niggaz realer niggaz have a nigga fill a never realer nigga Drill a nigga fuckin with a villian never spill a nigga Fuck that! Nigga bust back, we in the 'Llac Me and my bitches all strapped Puffin the sack and we be sippin on 'gnac Fittin to react, and pop a nigga for them stacks (OOH-OOOH!) Niggaz I'm with they put the fifth to your whole melon Now with the murderers are known felons I gotta pop a nigga drop a nigga rock a nigga shock a nigga Lock a nigga fuck a nigga, cop the floppin nigga Roll for my bitches that be droppin in the strip clubs Tryin get 'em a lil' somethin If you gotta take it off, take it off like a boss for the big ones Then you get you a big gun Motherfuckers from the Chi like to put it yo' eye if it's on bitch Put it straight to yo' dome heads Now you fuckin with them gangsters, ballers, hoes, hustlers Bangers - niggaz that with them real motherfuckers like whoa! [Chorus 2X: Ludacris] It's real real - on the block I been up for days I gotta keep the steel steel - in case a nigga wanna get in the way So now what's the deal deal? On the street you got nothin to say So when I see him I'ma get him (WHAT!) drill him (WHAT!) Fill him fill him (WHAT WHAT!) [Twista] Twista kick hot shit for hoes and thugs In ghettoes and clubs that get crunk; for my homies locked down To whoever hurtin in the hood and ballers with 22's on big trucks To my thugs that call over to they mob And to the hustlers that be servin hydro and cocaine To my niggaz that ain't hoes; if they have to They will steal a nigga touch a nigga check a nigga cut a nigga Pull the trigger bust a nigga, yellow motherfucker nigga Ready to fill and spill a drink, I'm drunk go and weed it up And I'm talkin about go like I'm smokin the bone Full of some shit that damn sho' wouldn't seed it up Got you fillin the hole then go see your body Probably reanimated with all my Legit Ballaz rollin up Up the streets stuffed the beats So you see them Navigators, Escalades, Benzes, Beamers, Excursions - bumpin systems TV's and them 20's spinnin Mob for them niggaz that done up off them hard times K-Town, West side, South side Murder us for the money that's why I'm known to kick a hard rhyme Whatever set you represent throw it up If you buck or crunk then take yo' motherfuckin shirt off Dealers get your work off; you wanna party Full of hustle niggaz killer niggaz gangsta niggaz chill niggaz Baller niggaz thug niggaz player haters real niggaz [Chorus] [Shawnna] I'ma kick hot shit for bitches up in the industry tryin to compete me I'm from the hood South side, West side Where niggaz'll put a motherfuckin slug in my enemy Motown, Pucketown, do or die The difference between a motherfuckin thug and a gangsta One's thug in a chamber Get a nigga stick a nigga put him in a ditch and then forget a nigga Hit a nigga puck a nigga little with the rocker nigga Puff that say you love that We in the 'Llac and put the lemon in the 'gnac Remy and sacks that got me scummy in the back Puffin the raps that got me layin out slacks And it's speakin like, "Wow, that, blunt let me hit the weed" Cause I been feelin like Fuck a nigga bust a nigga Shawnna never love a nigga Chi about to show the motherfuckers how to rush a nigga Crush that put it on momma On everything I got e'rything for the drama, puff marijuana To the Shawnna and put it on ya Flows who you froze in a comma We so relentless, you know Chi up in the business Flows in yo' dome in an instance Hoes and them folks and the Mo's and the ki's and the fo's And the BD's and lows and the fiends and the hoes and God! [Chorus - repeat 2X] |
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Ladies and Gentlemen this is Cat Williams, a.k.a Money Mike.
I have some very bad news, Disturbin' tha Peace will no longer be called Disturbin' tha Peace. It'll be called Scarin' tha shit outta you Bullshit Rappers. Ladies and Gentlemen... |
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verse 1)
You know I keep it Dickie down get it to my toe And when you see me reachin fa that itchy hit da flo' It me and all my girls and they got us at the door That queen kickin in do this nigga really know We push 'em to da side and we make it through the club They try to show me love, erebody want a hug And now they tryin to hit me wit the bottles of the bub But I be rollin sticky shawty hit me wit da dub And now I got my hands up feelin real tight We pourin out the Cognac buckin where the light The dj shout me out and now they want me on the mic Before I hit the stage I see some niggaz finna fight And now they on they monkey bone missin in my flow But yo I know you heard about the niggaz from the go Roll up anotha B I see 'em slick its on the low Here come security they tryin to kick us out the door. Oh (chorus) Tryin to find out where the party at Got a couple of them stacks finna mix it wit the Co-ni-ac Weight a minute, weight a minute Weight a minute, weight a minute I'm at the club where the V.I.P Stupid niggaz at the door tryin to say they wanna see I.D Weight a minute, weight a minute Weight a minute, weight a minute (verse 2) I'm big balla but I don't drink champagne White mink to da flo' color cocaine Gator boots and the belt wit the low frame Candy coated Monte Carlo wit the upgrain Weight a minute now they wanna see a bitch ball I'm iced out from my tittie to my tip toe We at the bar finna but the whole thang out And if somebody wanna start we can bang out I let my chain swang down to my waistline I won't dance we just move the baseline And tell a nigga weight a minute 'fore I take mine 'Fore we do you like a victim of a hate crime Its DTP I know you seen me in the video If I ain't rappin then I'm scratchin off a serial I'm bout to get this thang crackin out the sterio You want a bitch to make it happen nigga here it go Weight a minute Uh (chorus) (verse 3) You get posted up in the club wit a white tee A hood nigga keep a fitted and some Nikes You know the steez wanna pull a bitch like me And take me home try to turn we into wifey But I ain't wit it gotta show a nigga who I be You bought a bottle for the crew, we buyin two or three Just tryin to show you how we do the thang usually I holla to my nigga Weezy Wee and Deucie D Now let my bitches in the club 'fore we shut it down And matter fact g where I'm from they don't come around And now they got me on Bicardi and the butta brown And everybody in the party wanna run around But I ain't trippin park the Chevy half a mile away I hit up Tone told her meet me down on Calloway She got the kind, she got the Remy and the Alize My head spinnin still bendin what I'm tryin to say Weight a minute (chorus) Now these niggaz always tryin to fuck Steady grabbin on my butt some think it no but I ain't a slut Weight a minute, weight a minute Weight a minute, weight a minute Now I think I had too many to drink You tryin to get me but you cant, check yaself or get ya fitted yanked Weight a minute, weight a minute Weight a minute, weight a minute |
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(feat. Missy Elliott)
(intro 2x) What can I do.. Cause I can't keep from drinkin this yak And I can't keep from smokin dem sacks Am I a fool What can I do.. Cause they be callin me all the time And I think I'm gonna lose my mind What can I do (verse 1) Damn... I'm fucked up again and I think I'm finna throw my guts up again But I can't move cause I'm stuck off the Gin and the Henn and Bicardi and Remy, lets hit the party its in me And I still got a fifth of sommo whiskey Tipsy, feelin real shiesty and risky Bangin a bitch if she wanna get frisky Niggaz wanna get up on the fifth lets go! Niggaz wanna get up on a O lets roll Niggaz got da 50s of da dro and they swole Put it in da Swisher finna smoke it like whoa Dont understand me I don't want a Grammy Just hand me a hand fulla goddamn whammys Fluffed out and fancy packed where dat Yancy Now ride bumpin How High in da Camry. Whoa! (chorus - Missy) Dude... I stay so high... I can't stop drinkin.. I feel like a fool am I losin my mind Baby Bubba I'm Dude... I stay so high... I can't stop drinkin.. I feel like a fool am I losin my mind (verse 2 - Shawnna) Aint gon front like I don't smoke huff Thats prob' why a muhfucka throw so rough I drink dark liquor so I think I'm tough |
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(INTRO) Now kick this one here for me and my city
(Verse 1) Now I was rocking this party in the hundreds wilding You know where them killaz get right and rock a party From Friday to Saturday night Fifth of remy I'm scum and still hold the mic I tried to put it down, and say that I'm cool But they give it back to me and say continue Thats the thing about hundreds they never give up On the drug and the music and all that hood stuff That makes ya life worth hustling for Projects is the crowd, the crowd that I draw Never am I fake, and never ever shall I be Aint a chicken alive that can deal with me And if you think your the one, that can deal with this well you a... bets prepare cause I spit that shit (Chorus) Kick this one for Southside Kick this one for the Westside Now kick this here for me and my city (Verse 2) Yo I was chilling in the 50, minding my own When this braod walked up with a chrome microphone She said "hey bitch look up, I heard about you so here a microphone let's see what you can do" So I took the microphone, and I threw it to the bar Cause I need no assist when it comes to going hard When I start to rap, she start to shake She sort of confront me was truely a mistake So she picked the mircophone up, and I took me a shot And before I turned around that bitch was down the block, Now (Chorus) Kick this one for oakyell Now kick this one for the low end Now kick this one here for me and my city (Verse 3) Now when I'm on stage, everyone start choking Is it what I'm saying, or is it what I'm smoking? 50-50 chane is what I'm blowin And at the same time DTP got 'em open If you can get hype, and sort of like loud Yo Jay Cee kick this one for the crowd I been to lots of parties, mostly off a pound And one thing I notice my niggaz get down So Hip-Hopper (Hip-Hoppers) from all around Look what the fuck they found (Chorus) Kick this one for Chi-Town Kick this one for the Wild Wild Now kick this one here for me and my niggaz |
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[Intro]
See... I wanna get next to you, freak ya body Sexy baby, ooh wee, aah My super freak I wanna get next to you, freak ya body Sexy baby, ooh wee, aah [Verse 1] I ain't even like them other types I'm like a thug nigga but I don't fuck with dykes Call me your undercover lover, I do want you like We can do it anyway, anyhow, any night, so tight And you can feel it in your dreams, don't cha I gotta drug habit for ya like a fiend, won't cha Anticipate the point to I see ya, put the squeeze on ya I cop a fifth and take a sip and put the please on ya (ooooh) You got me thinkin bout you and I'm gone And I don't smoke no cigarette, but I be in the zone My fam jokin cause I'm always on the phone Tellin me to get the business when you get home You know that... oooh, aaaw Baby boy I know you feelin it too, bout to do what ever... you, like Getting lose while we sippin the goose You got me feelin like... [Chorus] My super freak I wanna get next to you, freak ya body My Sexy baby, ooh wee, aah My super freak I wanna get next to you, freak ya body My Sexy baby, ooh wee, aah [Verse 2] Now the boy got me wide open The kinda the way he get up close and get my thighs open You the, uhh uhh, when we start movin This nigga got me make love with my eyes open Keepin goin with up and down, back and forth And the side and around and he askin more And he tying me down the backboard And it sound like we tearing down the back wall And I ain't trying the play your mind shawty I'm trying get up in ya mind and make you mine shawty And ask my best frend if you think I'm lying shawty You got your game right and I think you're fine shawty, for real And you ain't trippin off my record deal Or how I'm lookin in my picuters with my sex appeal We in the Chevy dro'ed out playin 'Let's Chill' I got some orange juice ready for them X pills Still... [Chorus] 1x [Break] (Man) (Ah come here...) Uh-un... (Come here...) Uh-un baby... (Come here...)No baby... (See...)No baby, no... [Verse 3] Now we back to the handcuffin Bed banging down crazy cause I can't touch him He got a way he wanna lay me with my legs up, and A super freak and ooh baby I ain't sayin nothing I'll be you private dancer watch the way the booty drop And you can throw that thang back and make the booty pop And we can get the freak and freakin with the oohcie-waa I like the way he licky-licky with the juicy pop And when I get on top... [Chorus] 2x |
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