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My radio, believe me, I like it loud
I'm the man with a box that can rock the crowd Walkin' down the street, to the hardcore beat While my JVC vibrates the concrete I'm sorry if you can't understand But I need a radio inside my hand Don't mean to offend other citizens But I kick my volume way past 10 My story is rough, my neighbourhood is tough But I still sport gold, and I'm out to crush My name is Cool J, I devastate the show But I couldn't survive without my radio Terrorising my neighbours with the heavy bass I keep the suckas in fear by the look on my face My radio's bad from the Boulevard I'm a hip-hop gangster and my name is Todd Just stimulated by the beat, bust out the rhyme Get fresh batteries if it won't rewind Cos I play everyday, even on the subway I woulda got a summons but I ran away I'm the leader of the show, keepin' you on the go But I know I can't live without my radio Suckas on my jock when I walk down the block I really don't care if you're jealous or not Cos I make the songs, you sing along And your radio's def when my record's on So get off the wall, become involved All your radio problems have now been solved My treacherous beats make ya ears respond And my radio's loud like a fire alarm The floor vibrates, the walls cave in The bass makes my eardrums seem thin Def sounds in my ride, yes the front and back You would think it was a party, not a Cadillac Cos I drive up to the ave, with the windows closed And my bass is so loud, it could rip your clothes |
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You wake up late for school - man you don't wanna go
You ask you mom, "Please?" - but she still says, "No!" You missed two classes - and no homework But your teacher preaches class like you're some kind of jerk (chorus) You gotta fight for your right to party You pop caught you smoking - and he said, "No way!" That hypocrite - smokes two packs a day Man, living at home is such a drag Now your mom threw away your best porno mag (Bust it!) (repeat chorus) Don't step out of this house if that's the clothes you're gonna wear I'll kick you out of my home is you don't cut that hair Your mom busted in and said, "What's that noise?" Aw, mom you're just jealous - it's the Beastie Boys! (repeat chorus twice) |
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> CHORUS:
I saw you (and him) walking in the rain You were holding hands and I'll never be the same. Tossing and turning another sleepless night The rain crashes against my window pane Jumped into my car didn't drive too far That moment I knew I would never be the same. CHORUS CHORUS Now here you are begging to me To give our love another try Girl I love you and I always will But darling right now I've got to say goodbye 'Cause CHORUS CHORUS (I saw you) Hey hey baby how ya doin' come on in here (Walking in the rain) Got some hot chocolate on the stove waiting for you Listen first things first let me hang up the coat (You were holding hands and I'll) Yeah how was your day today Did you miss me (Never be the same) You did? Yeah? I missed you too I missed you so much I followed you today (I saw you) That's right now close your mouth 'Cause you cold busted (Walking in the rain) Now just sit down here, sit down here I'm so upset with you I don't know what to do (You were holding hands and I'll) You know my first impulse was to run up on you And do a Rambo (Never be the same) I was about to jam you and flat blast both of you But I didn't want to mess up this thirt-seven hundred dollar lynx coat So instead I chilled -- That's right chilled I called up the bank and took out every dime. Than I cancelled all your credit cards... I stuck you up for every piece of jewelery I ever bought you! Don't go lookin' in that closet 'cause everything you came here with is packed up and waiting for you in the guest room. What were you thinking? You don't mess with the Juice! I gave you silk suits, blue diamonds and gucci handbags. I gave you things you couldn't even pronounce! But now I can't give you nothing but advice. Cause you're still young, yeah, you're young. And you're gonna find somebody like me one of these days . . . Until then, you know what you gotta do? You gotta get on outta here with that alley-cat-coat-wearing, punch-bucket-shoe-wearing crumbcake I saw you with. Cause you dismissed! That's right, Silly rabbit, tricks are made for kids, don't you know that. You without me is like corn flakes without the milk! This is my world. You're just a squirrel trying to get a nut! Now get on outta here. Scat! Don't touch that coat... |
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Fight The Power
Shocklee - Sadler - Ridenhour 1989 the number another summer (get down) Sound of the funky drummer Music hittin' your heart cause I know you got sould (Brothers and sisters, hey) Listen if you're missin' y'all Swingin' while I'm singin' Givin' whatcha gettin' Knowin' what I know While the Black bands sweatin' And the rhythm rhymes rollin' Got to give us what we want Gotta give us what we need Our freedom of speech is freedom or death We got to fight the powers that be Lemme hear you say Fight the power As the rhythm designed to bounce What counts is that the rhymes Designed to fill your mind Now that you've realized the prides arrived We got to pump the stuff to make us tough from the heart It's a start, a work of art To revolutionize make a change nothin's strange People, people we are the same No we're not the same Cause we don't know the game What we need is awareness, we can't get careless You say what is this? My beloved lets get down to business Mental self defensive fitness (Yo) bum rush the show You gotta go for what you know Make everybody see, in order to fight the powers that be Lemme hear you say... Fight the Power Elvis was a hero to most But he never meant shit to me you see Straight up racist that sucker was Simple and plain Mother fuck him and John Wayne Cause I'm Black and I'm proud I'm ready and hyped plus I'm amped Most of my heroes don't appear on no stamps Sample a look back you look and find Nothing but rednecks for 400 years if you check Don't worry be happy Was a number one jam Damn if I say it you can slap me right here (Get it) lets get this party started right Right on, c'mon What we got to say Power to the people no delay To make everybody see In order to fight the powers that be (Fight the Power) |
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Let's all sing, pop goes the weasel
Pop goes the, pop goes the windin' of the weasel I see the empty pocket needs a refill I got a squad with a list of complainers I should have started rape, rappers against phony entertainers So we can make it known that we won't get swayed It's ninety-one son, so somethin's gotta change Gettin' paid to peddle sneakers and soda pop (Pop pop pop) Pop goes the weasel as drawers drop (Drop drop drop) Why not take your top ten pop hit Fix the music and make senseless rhymes fit? I guess it's the fact that you can't be artistic Intricate raps, becomin' so simplistic I gotta strong mind, it doesn't have to be spoon-fed And I can read what doesn't have to be read So some stay illiterate and feeble, legally licked You go the ways of the weasel (The weasel) Pop pop goes the weasel, the weasel Pop pop goes the weasel, the weasel Pop pop goes the weasel, the weasel (Pop goes the weasel 'cuz the weasel goes pop) Pop pop goes the weasel, the weasel Pop pop goes the weasel, the weasel Pop pop goes the weasel, the weasel (Pop goes the weasel 'cuz the weasel goes pop) Hip-hop, got turned into hit pop The second a record was number one on the pop charts For those that get on heart that got a spot in the ghetto Let no one forget about the hard part Now in ninety-one we got a new brand, a new band Lookin' like the same old Klan Same old thieves that skeez so we gotta make sure That real rap has got to endure Why score all my points in one period? Appearin' in complex structure like a pyramid The paper for the media presence Ya learn lesson from the face of false legend Stop vexin' on the skills, ya ain't originate The thin ice you skate upon will break and set ya straight Ate up on the plate, now who's diesel? Not the weasel, not the weasel, pop goes the weasel Pop pop goes the weasel, the weasel Pop pop goes the weasel, the weasel Pop pop goes the weasel, the weasel (Pop goes the weasel 'cuz the weasel goes pop) Pop pop goes the weasel, the weasel Pop pop goes the weasel, the weasel Pop pop goes the weasel, the weasel (Pop goes the weasel 'cuz the weasel goes pop) Ya stole somebody's record then ya looped it, ya looped it Ya boosted the record then ya looped it, ya looped it Aiyyo, I came from Cali, and they hooped it, they hooped it But now you're getting sued, kinda stupid Boosted tracks get slaps, ya got no haps To reach all four corners of the map For kids in Kansas to those who speak Spanish Doin' crazy damage so the wack gets banished Can't manage the truth until you buy a way Ya ain't quick so ya switch off the exit from my highway To rest but a crook, had to take a second look Ever heard of a chef who can't cook? But the minister prime can lay laws Hey yo, Pete Nice, rip the mic and go for yours Goes for mine, I goes for mine Find the prime won't eat the green eggs and swine On line like the search in the hoody with the woody Get a disc or tape at Sam Goody Why'd ya run through the doors some left open? Ropin' off the scenes of the crime smokin' I got pub and I'ma nut like a scud see Blowin' up like I'm throwin' up a beef patty Sell-outs run 'bout like the measles No cures 'cause pop goes the weasels Pop pop goes the weasel, the weasel Pop pop goes the weasel, the weasel Pop pop goes the weasel, the weasel (Pop goes the weasel 'cuz the weasel goes pop) Pop pop goes the weasel, the weasel Pop pop goes the weasel, the weasel Pop pop goes the weasel, the weasel (Pop goes the weasel 'cuz the weasel goes pop) Pop pop goes the weasel, the weasel Pop pop goes the weasel, the weasel Pop pop goes the weasel, the weasel (Pop goes the weasel 'cuz the weasel goes pop) Pop pop goes the weasel, the weasel Pop pop goes the weasel, the weasel Pop pop goes the weasel, the weasel (Pop goes the weasel 'cuz the weasel goes pop) Pop pop goes the weasel, the weasel Pop pop goes the weasel, the weasel |
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(Erick Sermon)
Erick Sermon's in the house Let's get up let's get down Roll wit the hardcore funk the hardcore sound Let's get wit this mackadocious funk material So simple when I rock wit the instrumental Who am I (E D the Green Eyed Bandit) Control my career so I can never get stranded But the rest are gettin Brand Nubian Changed up they style from jeans to suits and Thinkin about a pop record somethin made for the station For a whole new relation- ship of a new type of scene To go platinum and clock mad green AKA, a sellout, the rap definition Get off that boy, change your mission Come back around the block Pump Color Me Badd to the ah, tick tock Let them know your logo, not a black thing My background sing, my background sing for the crossover The Crossover (PMD) The rap era's outta control, brother's sellin their soul To go gold, going, going, gone, another rapper sold (To who) To pop and R&B, not the MD I'm strictly hip-hop, I'll stick to Kid Capri Funk mode, yea, kid, that's how the Squad rolls I know your head is bobbin 'cause the neck knows (Not like other rappers) frontin on they fans, the ill Trying to chill, saying ""damn, it be great to sell a mill"" that's when the mind switch to the pop tip (Kid, you're gonna be large) Yea right, that's what the company kicks Forget the black crowds, you're wack now In a zoot suit, frontin black lookin mad foul I speak for the hardcore (ruff, rugged and raw) I'm outta here, catch me chillin on my next tour From the US to the white cliffs of Dover Strictly underground funk, keep the crossover The crossover (Erick Sermon) (So what cha sayin) You want to go pop goes the weasel You know you should be rocking the fans wit something diezel But you insist to piss me off black So I flex the biceps so I can push em back So real hardcore hip-hop continue wreck it And all sucker MC's duck down and get the message So ban the crossover, yo, who's wit me (Hit Squad) yea, P, hit me (PMD) Another megablast, funky dope style from cross yonder (So help me Rhonda, help, help me Rhonda) (Yo, from what) the crossover, yea crossing you over Outta here, gone, peace, nice to know ya (see ya) What a way to go out, no clout is what the fans will shout 'cause you got gassed and took the wrong route Came on the scene, chillin, freakin a funky dope line But when they finish wit you (beep) flatline Some say there's no business like show business But if this the truth, please explain why is this Rappers been around long, makin mad noise you see Still I haven't seen one rapper livin comfortably No time to pick and wish on a four leaf clover I stick to underground, keep the crossover The crossover |
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SLAM! duuh duuh duuh,
duuh duuh duuh Let the boys be boys! SLAM! duuh duuh duuh, duuh duuh duuh Let the boys be boys! Well here's another one WHAT! In the gutter one WHAT! Getting running up Troblesome extra double double I come to feed them The feed em then I shreed em So what if that I'm cheating. And where's everyone when I sound YA gwan now yeah I'm gonna show you how come on ALL AND TOGETHER NOW! Yeaah, ohh yeaah! YEAH! That's how we gotta be so stop trying to beat loud as me cause you can't do that Think about the payoffer so left with an automatic rifle For last against the lighting last bullets first On Line Toughest step and a rep and a run rep and a run wreck and a swine Peace to the brothers on break his sign Pumping up a tremple and didn't like his criminal lickin' buck my eye, Oh my god I'm so high Just they say a Rodney say you like a criminum, what!? Just they say to make get Making milliangh, children SLAM! Slam! SLAM! duuh duuh duuh, duuh duuh duuh Let the boys be boys! SLAM! duuh duuh duuh, duuh duuh duuh Let the boys be boys! SLAM! duuh duuh duuh, duuh duuh duuh Let the boys be boys! SLAM! duuh duuh duuh, duuh duuh duuh Let the boys be boys! I'm the mean nasty grease smashing ever slow gashing Ooohh Sticky swift blast of the basty Of the basty basty bast bashing Aaahh Then I provide I provide the you was cheat. Beside the getto five Mak me feel like Jekly and Hyde OF CORSE I come across with no fear For sure! Un-adult un-rated un-conformed Digusted, busted you wanna touch it. To hot! You forgot, you're not ready You're head could get ruptered. Hit between the eye I planned the plan alive I'm the plonic sonic UH RULE WITH THE BADS GUYS The villian JUU, crooks UUU, hot midas in confide us. See the big jerk put you look inside us, My mind, it's graphic, expresstic graphic So kill the cop because it's kept all mastic Directin' it When y'all least expected it And thought it was safe ONYX hit you in the face so, SLAM! duuh duuh duuh, duuh duuh duuh Let the boys be boys! SLAM! duuh duuh duuh, duuh duuh duuh Let the boys be boys! SLAM! duuh duuh duuh, duuh duuh duuh Let the boys be boys! SLAM! duuh duuh duuh, duuh duuh duuh Let the boys be boys! I'm a b-boy Standin in my b-boy stance Hurry up and give me the microphone before I bust in my pants The mad author of anguish My language, Polluted Onyx is heavyweight And still undisputed!! He took the words right out my mouth and walked a mile in my shoes I've paid so many dues, I feel used and abused And I'm.... so confused umm, excuse me, for example I'm the inspiration, for a WHOLE generation And unless you got 10 SSsssticky Fingers Its straight immitation A figment, of your imagination But but but but wait it gets worse!! I'm not watered down so I'm dyin of thirst Comin thru wit a scam, a fullproof plan B-boys make some noise, and just, JUST SLAM! SLAM! duuh duuh duuh, duuh duuh duuh Let the boys be boys! SLAM! duuh duuh duuh, duuh duuh duuh Let the boys be boys! SLAM! duuh duuh duuh, duuh duuh duuh Let the boys be boys! SLAM! duuh duuh duuh, duuh duuh duuh Let the boys be boys! SLAM! duuh duuh duuh, duuh duuh duuh Let the boys be boys! SLAM! duuh duuh duuh, duuh duuh duuh Let the boys be boys! SLAM! duuh duuh duuh, duuh duuh duuh Let the boys be boys! SLAM! duuh duuh duuh, duuh duuh duuh Let the boys be boys! SLAM! duuh duuh duuh, duuh duuh duuh Let the boys be boys! SLAM |
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It was a clear black night, a clear white moon Warren G. is on the streets, trying to consume some skirts for the eve, so i can get some funk just rollin' in my ride, chillin all aloneJust hit the eatside of the L.B.C. on a mission trying to find Mr. Warren G. Seen a car full of skirts ain't no need to tweak all you skirts know what's up with 213So I hooks a left on the 21 to Lewis some brothas shootin dice so i said 'let's do this' I jumped out the ride, and said'what's up?' some brothas pulled some gats so i said 'i'm stuck' Since these girls peepin me i'ma glide and swerve these hookers lookin so hard they straight hit the curb gonna think of better things than some horny tricks i see my homey and some suckers all in his mix I'm gettin jacked, I'm breakin myself I can't believe they're taking Warren's wealth they took my rings, they took my rolex I looked at the brothas and said 'damn, what's next?' They got my homey hemmed up and they all around ain't none of them seeing if they going straight pound for pound I gotta come up real quick before they start to clown i besta pull out my strap and lay them busters downThey got guns to my head I think I'm going downI can't believe this happened in my home town If I had wings I could flylet me contemplate I glanced in the cut and I see my homey Nate Sixteen in the clip and one in the hole Nate Dogg is about to make some bodies turn coldnow they droppin and yellin it's a tad bit lateNate Dogg and Warren G. had to regulate I laid all them busters downI let my gat explode now I'm switching my mind back into freak mode if you want skirts step back and observe I just left a gang of those over there on the curbnow Nate got the freaks and that's a known factbefore i got jacked I was on the same track back up back up cuz it's onN-A-T-E and methe Warren to the GJust like I thought they were in the same spotin need of some desperate help the Nate Dogg and the G-childwere in need of something else one of them dames was sexy as hellI said 'ooh i like your style' she said 'my car's broke down and you seem real nice,''would you let me ride?' I got a car full of girls and it's going real swell the next stop is the east side motelI'm tweakingonto a whole new levelG-Funk stpe to thisI dare yafunkon a whole new level the rythmn is the base and the base is the treblechordsstringswe bringsmelody G-Funkwhere rythmn is lifeand life is rythmnIf you know like I know you don't wanna step to thisit's the G-Funk erafunked out with a gangster twist if you smoke like I smokethen you high like everydayand if your ass is a buster 213 will regulate
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Oh my god...Oh my god !!!! ah ah ah aowww!!!
[Verse One: Method Man] Microphone checka, swingin sword lecture closin down the sectar supreme neck protector Bet I won em kid Mr. Metha warmin pot about to blow his lid from the pressure, too hot for TV but cheesy, Too many wanna be hard be easy, is all in together going all not together it don't take much to please me Still homes are never satisfy like the stones we don't condome bitin in the sellin crossbones protectin what am writin don't clash with the Titan who blast with a liscence to kill rap presitence C'mon, in the zone with ya nigga from the Group Home TICAL!!(Fuck your lifestyle!!) (Blew wind)...put your lights out got the shit the crackin got you fienin with your pipes out time for some action, surfin the avenue mad at you, where I used to battle crews back when Antoinette had that attitude Cover me I'm going in, walls closin in got us bustin off these pistols my niggas got issues...again, same song armed with the mega bomb Blow you out the frame and I'm gone. [Verse Two: Redman] I was going to Buck-we-romes, cellular phones Doc-Meth back in the flesh, blood and bone don't condone Spent bank loans and homegrown suckers break like Turbo in no zone, when I, grab the broom moon-walk platoon hawk my goons spark leave you in a blue lagoon lost (true) three nines and a glove with masu di die in the car right behind on the boss Haters don't touch, weigh us both up now my neighbor doped up got the cable hooked up. All channels lift my shirt all Mammal you ship off keys and we ship Grand Pianos. sawed off shotgun hand on the pump, sippin on a forty smokin on a blunt bust my gun and Red and Meth gettin jumped La la la la, la la la laaaaa yeah c'mon, Red and Meth gettin jumped La la la la, la la la laaaaaa |
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(Holla Holla) All my niggaz that's ready to get
(Dollaz Dollaz) Bitches know who can get em a little (Hotta Hotta) Come on, If you rollin' wit me (Follow Follow) Its Murda' (Holla Holla) All my niggaz that's ready to get (Dollaz Dollaz) Bitches know who can get em a little (Hotta Hotta) Come on, If you rollin' wit me (Follow Follow) Its Murda' Think you fuckin' wit Ja, Nada Watcha wanna go Dolla for Dolla? (Holla Holla) My niggaz is (Hotta Hotta) Fucks plenty bitches, and dug ditches for petty niggaz You look in my eyes and tell me they style ain't ridiculous (Bitches Bitches) Pop da pussy and bounce like (Hit it Hit it) Sure if your favorite is long (Get it Get it) Baby baby don't you wanna leave tonite and fuck with me Cause we really need to be freaking off at any costs It's on me, if you married, then get a divorce When I hits it, some women get twisted Have em' twitchin' like 'Damn look what the dick did' I just wanna hit it the worst way, right after a long day And put the puss on lay-a-way, Heard me? I'm that, Dirty nigga that get you hot and heat it Baby girl if you wanted ass, why don't you eat it? (Holla Holla) All my niggaz that's ready to get (Dollaz Dollaz) Bitches know who can get em a little (Hotta Hotta) Come on, If you rollin' wit me (Follow Follow) Its Murda' (Holla Holla) All my niggaz that's ready to get (Dollaz Dollaz) Bitches know who can get em a little (Hotta Hotta) Come on, If you rollin' wit me (Follow Follow) Its Murda' Let me holla at my true thugs If niggas want warm bust slugs Nigga, what? I'm hotta hotta and just can't be touched Plus, anybody that fucks with me, gonna get felt How many want it? Determines how the slugs get dealt Cuz I (Spit em' Spit em') Choke them niggas like roaches and then (Clip em' Clip em') Long as I'm alive, I'ma (Hit em' Hit em') Respect mines, to the day of my demise Don't fuck with me, cuz the flow's (Killa Killa) Whoever eva who wants it? It's yours, now you gonna (Get it Get it) (Feela Feela) Nigga full of holes Treat em' like hoes and show no love to them homo thugs Its us you wanna fuck with As soon as them slugs skip from body to body Go from grave to bit I don't respect it, plus niggas committed treason Who wants it with Ja? Who ready to die breathing? (Holla Holla) All my niggaz that's ready to get (Dollaz Dollaz) Bitches know who can get em a little (Hotta Hotta) Come on, If you rollin' wit me (Follow Follow) Its Murda' (Holla Holla) All my niggaz that's ready to get (Dollaz Dollaz) Bitches know who can get em a little (Hotta Hotta) Come on, If you rollin' wit me (Follow Follow) Its Murda' Ja baby, one of the many, many niggas who sip Henny With the two seaters, sittin on twenties I, I be wit running in, running out Then, thou bestow hit em' up, gun em' down Niggaz ain't ready for Ja, anyway, any how I give it give it to niggaz, claimin' that they live it Real (Niggaz Niggaz) brandish the iron and flash Like (Hold this Hold this) when you got nothing to for Notice niggaz be hot and more expensive Focus, ready to rip em' up with the dope, this My life, niggaz is frontin' and stuntin' for nothing Better act right, fore' I spark and dim your lights? I'm a hazard, to niggaz, a bastard To bitches, when in doubt, go for stealth, and clap the finish Anything movin' rightfully hit for wrong doin' I'ma follow and encourage all my niggaz to WHAT?!? (Holla Holla) All my niggaz that's ready to get (Dollaz Dollaz) Bitches know who can get em a little (Hotta Hotta) Come on, If you rollin' wit me (Follow Follow) Its Murda' (Holla Holla) All my niggaz that's ready to get (Dollaz Dollaz) Bitches know who can get em a little (Hotta Hotta) Come on, If you rollin' wit me (Follow Follow) Its Murda' (Holla Holla) All my niggaz that's ready to get (Dollaz Dollaz) Bitches know who can get em a little (Hotta Hotta) Come on, If you rollin' wit me (Follow Follow) Its Murda' (Holla Holla) All my niggaz that's ready to get (Dollaz Dollaz) Bitches know who can get em a little (Hotta Hotta) Come on, If you rollin' wit me (Follow Follow) Its Murda' (Holla Holla) |
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[DMX]
Uhh.. UH! .. WHOO! Chorus: DMX Y'all gon' make me lose my mind up in HERE, up in here Y'all gon' make me go all out up in here, up in here Y'all gon' make me act a FOOL up in HERE, up in here Y'all gon' make me lose my cool up in here, up in here [DMX] If I gotsta bring it to you cowards then it's gonna be quick, aight All your mens up in the jail before, suck my dick and all them other cats you run with, get done with, dumb quick How the fuck you gonna cross the dog with some bum shit? Aight There go the gun click, nine one one shit All over some dumb shit, ain't that some shit Y'all niggaz remind me of a strip club, cause everytime you come around, it's like (what) I just gotta get my dick sucked And I don't know who the fuck you think you talkin to but I'm not him, aight slim? So watch what you do Or you gon' find yourself, buried next to someone else and we all thought you loved yourself But that couldn't have been the issue, or maybe they just sayin that, now cause they miss you Shit a nigga tried to diss you That's why you layin on your back, lookin at the roof of the church Preacher tellin the truth and it hurts Chorus [DMX] Off the chain I leave niggaz soft in the brain cause niggaz still want the fame, off the name First of all, you ain't rapped long enough to be fuckin with me and you, you ain't strong enough So whatever it is you puffin on that got you think that you Superman I got the Kryptonite, should I smack him with my dick and the mic? Y'all niggaz is characters, not even good actors What's gon' be the outcome? Hmm, let's add up all the factors You wack, you're twisted, your girl's a hoe You're broke, the kid ain't yours, and e'rybody know Your old man say you stupid, you be like, "So? I love my baby mother, I never let her go" I'm tired of weak ass niggaz whinin over puss that don't belong to them, fuck is wrong with them? They fuck it up for real niggaz like my mans and them who get it on on the strength of the hands with them, MAN Chorus [DMX] I bring down rains so heavy it curse the head No more talkin - put him in the dirt instead You keep walin - lest you tryin to end up red Cause if I end up fed, y'all end up dead Cause youse a soft type nigga Fake up North type nigga Puss like a soft white nigga Dog is a dog, blood's thicker than water We done been through the mud and we quicker to slaughter The bigger the order, the more guns we brought out We run up in there, e'rybody come out, don't nobody run out Sun in to sun out, I'ma keep the gun out Nigga runnin his mouth? I'ma blow his lung out Listen, yo' ass is about to be missin You know who gon' find you? (Who?) Some old man fishin Grandma wishin your soul's at rest but it's hard to digest with the size of the hole in your chest Chorus [DMX] Hold up! ERRRRRRRR! One.. two.. meet me outside meet me outside, meet me outside All my Ruff Ry-DERS gon' meet me outside meet me outside, meet me outside All my big ball-ERS gon' meet me outside meet me outside, meet me outside All my fly lad-IES gon' meet me outside meet me outside, meet me outside All my street street peoples meet me outside meet me outside, outside motherfucker X is got y'all bouncin again Bouncin again, bounce-bouncin again Dark Man X got ya bouncin again Bouncin again, bounce-bouncin again Swizz Beatz got y'all bouncin again Bouncin again, bounce-bouncin again (Swizz Beatz) Ruff Ryders got y'all bouncin again (DMX) Bouncin again, bounce-bouncin again Dark Man keep you bouncin again Bouncin again, bounce-bouncin again Dark Man keep you bouncin again Bouncin again, bounce-bouncin again All my streets they bouncin again Bouncin again, we're bouncin again Swizz Swizz Beatz we bouncin again Bouncin again and we bouncin again Double R keep it comin, ain't nuttin y'all Ain't nuttin y'all can do, now.. {*BOOM*} |
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