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| 2. |
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| 3. |
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Yeah, as we click and the furuistic zillionares
you know what I'm saying (Freestyle #1) back in the day we used roll up some hoes never thought I'd be writing up a scroll on these halls now a day niggaz be twistin up for the conversation in my day niggaz was twisted off the meditation (allllll child)in my day niggaz was living off of the plantation never ever catchin some niggaz with a occupation now a dayz niggaz be fiendin for the masturbation from a bitch that got a dick with a clit- pulsatin/I say is what I said that's right niggaz be hatin just waitin to be catching a fist to the face waitin for a nigga to go insane, catch a case cause his drink was laced. now check it out.. (Freestlye #2) I'm trying to finish this album while the economy's fallin drama be callin like it's palmin and dialin a quarter diamond behind is a war in a mind of a foreman climate designed for enormous giant dime proportions...riots outside the recordin wires fires were scorchin...hydrants apply to the stores where buyers are hypin and supportin the violence the morgue is supplying, more over the line stiff brisk overly silent soldiers and pilots, my eyes to the ceilin fan's spinning by its limbs, the news is touchin like violins pluckin by the strings, my enviroment sufferin like me by the pen trying to find the next line to blend comin with nothin I'm trying to rhyme again |
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| 4. |
| 2:25 |
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(Elzhi)
Mona Lisa, how long have I waited for this day For us to take a ride in my cranberry lay You got the scented Claiborne, the look of Mary K. And a rock on your finger like you took a married name We stop at your favorite spot to get your Mary Jane You been smokin' for years, funny things never change Your all that I need, in and not in every way Yes, you could say I felt Method Man and Mary J. (Hook)(2X) "What is this" (just chill it) "Who are you" (come feel it) "Is this su-" (-perficial, love is certain) (T3) I got a pocket full of fitties Drunk pissy, doing deuce-sixties, my niggaz comin' wit me I go by the name of tre' thirty, sick birdie I can't sleep at night dog I'm dirty I take my mans ta the spot, when it's hot We things, in the car we gangsta we think we not We doing things we can't deny but y'all supposed to try The same niggaz that be asking us why But girl I'm trying to get you, I love to get you I wanna sit wit you and be laughin' wit you I ain't the type of people that be holding out Now step up in this whip and let's be rolling out (Hook)(2x) (Baatin) When I come correct, you know it ain't just my words I penatrate ya nerve and sex up ya curve And, I know it sounds superficial, but I'm so hardcore Hard like a rock in a creek, and If ecstasy is what you seek Welcome to my world where the climax is all night and all day We doing it 'til the sun lay (come into my zone where the bliss is deep) (Hook until fade) |
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| 5. |
| 4:26 |
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Real love, true love (It feels good girl)
Tainted love (It's so good girl) real love True love (It's alright baby) tainted love, real love, true love Tainted love Think of her think of me, think about us it's a intimacy I'm tryin to strum like guitars in this beat And consider ridin she'll kick the blahzay spleen Plus, you got a man but he ain't quite me The type of man that try to give you what you need And, he wanna know where you are where you be Where you going where you today where you started to be (Damn) If I was him I wouldn't even leave I would trust you what you say that you are where you been Say, he the type of nigga that's still cheap Take his girl on a date and they go to Mickey D's See, I'm the type that try to style in a jeep Try to take you out to see things and occasionally creep Yeah your man is doing things I can't really see Don't sound too good it sound tainted to me Real love (It's so real girl) true love (It's so right girl) Tainted love (It's real) real love (It's so good girl) True love (For real love) tainted love (Tainted) Real love (Yeah yeah) true love (It's so good girl) real love How many years does it take for a record to blow? I'm doin exactly how many licks it took for my hoes Spendin your cash flow cause she was so out hoe Scandal love, cause love full of scandal Too much chick for that ass she couldn't handle that Well it's the same tainted love in the music business People they lose thet brain just to get up in this Let's be a star for day, everything in life is just ok People say things they don't really wanna say Hey but it's ok cause your a star for the day People a smile at you when they really wanna frown Well a that's just the way tainted folk get down Just keep it real and, we'll see When the situation is tainted love is always free Love is always free love is always free Real love, true love, tainted love, real love True love, tainted love, real love, true love, real You say you love me but is it really real Would you, fix me green tea if I'm feelin ill Would you, give me a back rub to sooth after a long day Dinner by candlelight but your the main entree And if so I do the same with other treats to give you Trailin rose pedals from your door to beneath your pillow With a bucket of champagne on your night stand Experience with someone who want in they life span, the same Real love, real, real, everybody knows that love's real love Someone to trust in you for real Everybody need love that's real I would never want nothin tainted Wait a minute what you feel Faded if your lovin was tainted True, oh, I know true love is hard to find Just let it find you for real If you found love to keep it real Keep love from being tainted, being tainted Oooh do you, be, alright (T3: Just sit y'all, Dwele, on more time y'all come on) If you, be, alright... |
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| 4:52 |
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| 7. |
| 3:42 |
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| 8. |
| 3:05 |
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(T3)
Yo me and my man fin to get on some disco Come on (Chorus) What you want Disco We got it for you Up up in the club we make 'em disco On the street corners make 'em disco come on What you need Disco We got more for you In the barber shops make 'em disco In the beauty shops make 'em disco come on What you want Disco We got it for you Thug ass niggas wanna disco Pretty ass uh wanna disco come on What you need Disco We got more for you Up up in the club Disco Uh come on and disco (Verse 1: T3) Come on I wanna see y'all take it there on the floor You wanted the Slum so we came with some more I hate y'all people who hate them people who Like to make y'all shake and make good music who Us, we coming in the pl-ace No time to conversate get funky like the bass Get down to the sound cuz the Slum is on the tr-ace Don't worry about the Sobe cuz the Slum is on the c-ase Dirty District, dusty music The funk so nasty can make you lose a nugget If you want to, bring your bloozey Watch out for this one, this here's a doozey (Chorus) What you need Disco We got it for you Up up in the club we make 'em disco On the street corners make 'em disco come on (Yeah) What you want Disco We got it for you We got the funk to make you disco Elzhi drop a verse to make 'em disco come on (Verse 2: Elzhi) Don't sell yourself to "Fall In Love" You're in "Climax" cuz after it's done then "Go Ladies" I mean what's up with all the "Jealousy" You knew that it was you, her and me You tryna "CB4" you better "Raise It Up" Out of my crib take a cab Cuz "Conent Gardens" is where they flatten your wig This for a certain chick whose name remains "Untitled" This is "2U4U" and by you Got sick and tired of going "Forth And Back" Arguing about paper stacks, told you to "Hold Tight" But you stayed tryna "Get Dis Money" Asked you where my dough, you said "I Don't Know" I know the sex was "Fantastic" It's the "Thelonius" when I'm boning chicks It gets the mattress Girl "Tell Me" if you want something you can just Make plump and if so then keep your "Eyes Up" Now we buckwilding "What's That All About" "Once Upon A Time" you was down now we falling out Sweetheart we the "Players" You wouldn't understand if you bought Volume 2 from the bootleggers (Chorus: T3) What you want Disco We got it for you Up up in the club we make 'em disco (Yeah) On the street corners make 'em disco come on (Yeah) What you need Disco We got more for you We got the soul to make you disco SV will drop the funk to make you disco come on What you want Disco We got it for you We'll make you disco Pretty ass women wanna disco What you need Disco We got more for you We got the funk to make you disco You wanna disco come on |
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| 2:09 |
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| 10. |
| 3:50 |
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(T3)
(One, one..)Don't fuck it up! (One) It only takes (One) so feel it y'all (One) Now every (One) It only takes (One) You only need (One) So feel it y'all (One) We're number (One) You're not number (One) It only takes (One) So feel it y'all (One) It only takes, to click clack the gun on 'em To bring drama to 'em like Dee Witt we runnin' em One, drama 'n I get the gun out the couch, run out the house With the loaded pistol stuck in his crouch - One You fuck it up for all of the rest You n your niggas in the parking lot rollin' the cess Tryin' to get up in some chickens that all in your shit They all wit it, and all seem down to get it, except One She ain't feelin' the crew Plus she got a man she don't like niggas like you She said you fuck wit the niggas, you know how they do We roll out, 'cause we see another we another set of dudes So one - minute later, hear some shots in the air Niggas duckin' on the ground like guerilla warfare Fuckin' up a niggas groove and when they know it ain't fair He roll out with his niggas and his hands in the air Singin' One (one, one, one, one) (Elzhi) It only takes (One) To rock it y'all (One) You only need (One) To do it y'all (One) It takes, one, tragedy to bring a family closer One bullet to start a war and be a part of gore These hoes trick and be on crack like a slightly parted door It took one hit, tongue kiss and make cum quick It took one hit, for a wack rapper to make millions Causing the illest niggas to switch and spit what they ain't feelin' One! Day a time of alcohol it takes to get by Is worth more than a mini puff it takes to get high One, Love was the joint that my cousins used to breakdance to Before they began to pop and lock with the glock handle This -one- turn for the worst, my main concern for the earth 'Cause it seems to get even worse when it turns Purposely burn an emcee, fricasee his hand holding the mic So he can't fold it to write I'm potent as a lightning bolt when it strike At least - one - feelin' me Come through ya city with sign and drown ya energy - One! One, one, one, one (T3) Now every (One) It only takes (One) You only need (One) So feel it y'all (One) One of the best in the class it's so stupid One who test it's tragic so don't do it Group move crowds like they had us do with theme music Spit like cars when the body releasin' fluid One, more tragic than ninety-one-one Also we fearsome Known as the Slum and that's just one organism One crew comin' through 'cause we gotta hit 'em Those dudes too fly like the Continental Two niggas on the side one up the middle It's love in the club and it's constant We drop shit and yell shit at the concerts (Baatin) One...two...the whole world is Tick tock, tick tock You live by the clock but I move faster Niggas is sleeping 'cause they thinking that I procrati-nate One of these days I'm a show you what I'm made of Soon as I'm done with these silly little rap scrubs Soon as I'm done making my rap million dollar hits Soon as I'm done cleaning my soul of this old curse Soon as I'm one with the universe I'm done with you little fucks in this little earth I rule a planet of my own where you don't exist Everything is One |
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| 3:28 |
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| 12. |
| 0:22 |
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| 3:20 |
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| 4:10 |
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| 5:18 |
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| 3:25 |
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(Verse 1: T3)
There I was sittin there lookin, waitin Waitin for the chance to get to date you I'm sayin, I'm sick of games, sick of solos Sure need you around when its all ova Listen, I'm not sayin this to offend you But since the day I met you I knew I would bend you, over Not sayin its about that Its about us blending like vocals on ill tracks Classic, like a novel by Stephen King Always restin by the revel where a social reign Sex, its the farthest thing from my mind I'm thinkin how we get together like the starter line Fiction, to all the ladies that want it real A breif description on how a nigga might feel This is, one page out a black book This is, how it goes when its all good, sista (Chorus x4) And back, forth and forth, back (Verse 2: Elzhi) Just keep the sun in my storm clouds Appreciate you as a man I was born child, young Lookin for young girls to party with Make your body shift, shake up your cartilidge, women I wasn't satisfied with just one I'll rip your valentine and having time adjusting, its hard I thought not a soul could change me You honor roll, I was down with hoes in grade C, level I guess there is roses in the ghetto Gotta find them, always meet the dozen not he dimond, coal Been supportive now my days shorter When they was longer dealin with the side effects were calmer, mistakes I tripped over in my early days Making the skies over few look a pearly gray, dirty Until you came along and laid it on I'll stick with you even if my man say its wrong, for real (Chorus x4) (Verse 3: Baatin) Since its my last joint I guess I gotta put it down For the queens who fiend for the kings who come around I wanna extend the jewels to the crown Behold you are soul that is lost never found Still a virgin cause you untouched Fuckin around with low-life niggas, gettin fucked You need a king to put it down right I know you want something thats more than just a one night Stand tall never fall for the less queen Nieve niggas with tired ass raps stuck in his dreamstate With his truck and his real estate, fell for the bait Not knowing he's tryna change what's sealed in his fate Just a mouse lookin through a crack Of the gates to a soul never coming back Cultivaters never laid to realize self And when its done the queen of queens will complete your wealth Know thy self (Chorus x4) |
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| 1:48 |
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FM 92.2 2002
you in the mid-day cruisin fair with the fabulous marvalous marv get down to marley marley shrimp shack, boogie star that was detroit zoom slum village you just heard on your dial on the only other station you gonna hear somethin' ya aint heard in a while R.J.'s latest arrival performin live tonight at the raw little cafe tickets on sale right now and they goin pretty fast i gotta couple right here for the 7th caller give me a call and get your front row seats to a blast from the past ladies free until 9 ya better get down here cause they lookin so fly saw this guy, caught my eye in the nick of time he was so fly i saw you round my way just the other day you were damn fine you made me lose my mind in the nick of time you were too fly now lady me and t3 little men, lookin at your ass it was so wide you dont know what you did when you walked past with your fine ass now lady somethin very special girl doin' somethin special when gangsta girls fly when she step onto the party catch all the guys eye jump into the maserati shes a real fly hottie she's the type of gurl that you want her body |
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| 1:49 |
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| 3:38 |
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| 4:43 |
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| 3:28 |
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| 1:05 |
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| 23. |
| 4:44 |
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one-two one-two
Chorus: To fall in love, with the things you do don't sell yourself to fall in love with those things you do. (Baatin) Lady's lovin' my music is like some sex shit niggas trying to grip up my mic like it's a dick run around the corner to pick up the new shit toss this in the deck so niggas can catch wreck I'm the motherfucker gripping the mic like it's a joke niggas fall in love with the music like its a ho' Put down your mic you lost your whole goal you take it too seriously like it's a gamble Fuck this rap shit i listen to classical in the studio loop as usual lovin' my lyrical fuck bitches that you would know I'm out of this cause you wanna be below Yall niggas in love with the S Yall niggas in love with the S Chorus (T3) yeah, jay-dee man i see sometimes, i sit and wonder when i think about these written rhymes How'd i get to the point constantly taking all my time? Time i could of been spending gettin' cash, gettin' mine Hoping one day it comes around One day when i'm the nigga gettin' money, gettin' cash, gettin' signed Getting the fuck out the ghetto, cause i'm tired of crime But it's a crime that i feel this fucking waste of time But sometimes i feel like this shit here is a waste of time, yours and mine To these niggas out here trying to rhyme Your reason for a better should of been genuine I do it because it gives me a sort of peace-of-mind And for the love Don't sell yourself (Chorus) yo, one-two word up, ah one-two, SV, word up, word up, alright. (T3) Uh,uh,uh and to my nigga Jay-Dee uh, uh my nigga T-3 uh, oh that nigga Baatin uh, uh, thats my crew, yo, uh, oh this going out to my nigga Bust-a, and all my other motherfu-cka, what up to all you trying to bust, us. Trying to get down with us, cause we know you just mad as hell, yo i'll give em the mic, ehhh! So niggas don't know that I am, T-3 on the mic, i do what i do what i like, to get down right tonight. (cause?) Cause I get down tonight, yo niggas try and put up a fight, wit us, yo alright. some freestyle shit |
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| 3:07 |
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| 4:28 |
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| 0:7 |
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