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[Notorious B.I.G.]Junior M.A.F.I.A.
Niggaz... bitches... Uhh [Chorus: B.I.G.] (Niggaz) Grab your dick if you love hip-hop (Bitches) Rub your titties if you love Big Poppa Gotcha, open off the words I say because "This type of shit it happens everyday" --> Slick Rick [Verse One: Lil' Ceasar] Check it out, uhh Now who smoke more blunts than a little bit? What are you a idiot? Listen to the lyrics I spit like M1's Got mad guns up in the cabin Cause Cease ain't the one for the dibbin and dabbin shit I make it happen, you got your ass caught All you saw was fire, from the Honda Passport Or the M.P., what if you see, then I miss ya I blow up spots like little sisters G'wan grit ya teeth, g'wan bite ya nails to the cuticles Like Murray, my killings, be the most beautiful Junior M.A.F.I.A. click, thick like Luke dancers Niggaz grab your gats, bitches take a glance at The little one, pullin over in the Land Rover Playin Big Willie style with a chaffeur, yaknahmean? Stack the green, read all between the lines A nigga act up, makes the bastard hard to find [Chorus: x2] [Verse Two: Notorious B.I.G.] (How ya livin Biggie Smalls?) I'm surrounded by criminals Heavy rollers even the sheisty individuals Smokin skunk and mad Phillies Beatin down Billy Badasses, cracks in stacks and masses If robbery's a class, bet I pass it Shit get drastic, I'm buryin ya bastards Big Poppa never softenin Take you to the church, rob the preacher for the offerin Leave the fucker coughin up blood, and his pockets like rabbit ears Covered the wife, kleenex for the kid's tears Versace wear, Moschino on my bitches She whippin my ride, countin my one's, thinkin I'm richest Just the way players play, all day everyday I don't know what else to say I've been robbin niggaz since Run and them was singin 'Here We Go' Snatchin ropes at the Roxie homeboy you didn't know My flow, detrimental to your health Usually roll for self, I have son ridin shotgun My mind's my nine, my pen's my Mac-10 My target, all you wack niggaz who started rappin Junior M.A.F.I.A. steelo, niggaz know the half Caviar for breakfast, champagne bubble baths Runnin up in pretty bitches constantly The Smalls bitch, who the fuck it was supposed to be? [Chorus: x2] [Verse Three: Lil' Kim] I used to pack Macs in Cadillacs Now I pimp gats in the Ac's, watch my niggaz backs Nines in the stores, glocks in the bags Maxin mini-markets, gettin money with the Arabs No question, confession, yes it's the lyrical Bitches squeeze your tits, niggaz grab your genitals Proteins and minerals, excluse subliminals Big Momma shoots the game to all you Willies and criminals I kick the rilli with my peeps all day 325's roll by with the windows down halfway D-K-N-Y, oh my, I'm jiggy It's all about the Smalls and my fuckin nigga Biggie Bitches love the way I bust a rhyme Cause they all in line screamin one more time Niggaz, grab your dicks if you love hip-hop Bitches rub-a-dub in the back of the club, straight up |
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I got somebody
I got some I got somebody I got some I got somebody I got some I got somebody, I Was a fool to let you in After all the things you did to me I wasn't happy, oh You held me open like you did Didn't see the things I shoulda seen Now you remind me [1:] I used to cry every night You weren't here Shoulda been by my side And now it's time I'm saying that I Am making it clear You should be saying bye bye Cuz I [2:] I got somebody else The one I've waited for He gives me loving, all that I wish for I got somebody else Someone who's really sure I'm so in love He's all that I wish for You still hang out with your friends Fool around and then pretend to be Thinking about me, oh But now I got somebody new Who doesn't treat me like you used to do And now he's my baby boo [1] [2] You did me wrong When I moved on I was free to find someone who loved me I made up my mind To leave you behind Now I got somebody else [2] I've got somebody else I've got somebody else I've got somebody else I've got somebody else I The one I've waited for Someone I've waited for Got somebody, I I The one I've waited for The one I've waited for Got somebody, I I The one I've waited for Someone I've waited for Got somebody, I |
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I know your tired of bouncin so check this here we got tha back breakin club shakin beat for this year yeah..so peep the steelo and the flow I gotcha head noddin cuz your neck already knows so pass the mic and watch Skillz rip fast and have niggas up in parties catchin whiplash slash the wack..who tryin to bite my style take yo ass to da old school and part your fuckin eyebrows I comin through to about to get set so act like WU..Protect that Neck I still calm..Im still tendin to the song I be blowin up spots like I was sendin out mailbombs stya calm and be noddin see Im like a black president(why) cuz niggas aint seein me has beens they both like bad skinz so face it after this joint yo we passin out some neck braces Chorus I gotcha head noddin cuz your neck knows it phat check it out like this and then like that [Repeat *4] Verse2 My track packs enery like nuclear reactors I be Mad Skillz and this be the Nod Factor after Mc's smoke me take a toke I'll fuck your career like the cast on Diffrent Strokes no joke..I see airlines and start aimin rhymes My shit will have hard niggas in soul train lines bumpin wit this big black broad named Belinda oh you rap dont say jack and walk quiet like a ninja I injure..beats so you can expect to go to Cairo so I can practice checkin that neck and got set cuz guess what I'm the one to set it you regret it cuz my beats employin paramedics I wet it yeah and it will stay that way I know you'll be back you probably got some rhymes on lay away But I be here freakin fat funk to make you sweat do me a favor and tell your neck that I aint finished yet Chorus(Repeat *4) Verse 3 I perfect raps stick in under your skin either your noddin by now or your dead or a mannequin my friend resistin aint good for ya health put your tool on the shelf and just go for self Get help..get da drink and get the hidin get your groove on before he get gis glock and gat up the party like Gotti I'm runnin thangs from the inside rap better wait because your style done died And let you corny-spiderman Mc's sayin nuthin put your clothes on backwards if you feel like frontin Im huntin for beats/on point like cleets wit da brand new sound you can pump in ya jeeps..It be the Nod Factor rollin hard like tecs Im Skillz for real bringin it to you somethin stank this track will be in ya ear like new wax/now max and tell your neck veins to relax... Chorus |
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Huh!
Bad boys! What'cha want? What'cha want? What'cha gonna do When Sheriff John Brown come for you? Tell me, what'cha ya wanna do, what'cha gonna do Yeah! Bad boys, bad boys what'cha gonna do, what'cha gonna do when they come for you? Bad boys, bad boys what'cha gonna do, what'cha gonna do when they come for you? When you were eight and had bad traits you go to school and learn the Golden Rule So why are you acting like a bloody fool, if you get hot then you must get cool! Bad boys, bad boys what'cha gonna do, what'cha gonna do when they come for you? Bad boys, bad boys what'cha gonna do, what'cha gonna do when they come for you? You chuck it on that one, ya chuck it on this one. You chuck it on ya mother and ya chuck it on ya father. You chuck it on ya brother and ya chuck it on ya sister. And you chuck it on that one and ya chuck it on ME! Bad boys, bad boys what'cha gonna do, what'cha gonna do when they come for you? Bad boys, bad boys what'cha gonna do, what'cha gonna do when they come for you? Bad boys, bad boys what'cha gonna do, what'cha gonna do when they come for you? Bad boys, bad boys what'cha gonna do, what'cha gonna do when they come for you? Nobody naw give you no break, Police naw give you no break Soldier naw give you no break, Not even you idren naw give you no break Hehe Bad boys, bad boys what'cha gonna do, what'cha gonna do when they come for you? Bad boys, bad boys what'cha gonna do, what'cha gonna do when they come for you? Why did you have to act so mean. Don't you know you're human being Born from a mother with the love from a father, reflections come and reflections go I know sometimes you want to let go Hehehe I know sometimes you want to let go Bad boys, bad boys what'cha gonna do, what'cha gonna do when they come for you? Bad boys, bad boys what'cha gonna do, what'cha gonna do when they come for you? Bad boys, bad boys what'cha gonna do, what'cha gonna do when they come for you? Bad boys, bad boys what'cha gonna do, what'cha gonna do when they come for you? (You're too bad, you're too rude) (You're too bad, you're too rude) Bad boys, bad boys what'cha gonna do, what'cha gonna do when they come for you? Bad boys, bad boys what'cha gonna do, what'cha gonna do when they come for you? Bad boys, bad boys what'cha gonna do, what'cha gonna do when they come for you? Bad boys, bad boys what'cha gonna do, what'cha gonna do when they come for you? You chuck it on that one, ya chuck it on this one. You chuck it on ya mother and ya chuck it on ya father. You chuck it on ya brother and ya chuck it on ya sister. And you chuck it on that one and ya chuck it on me! Bad boys, bad boys what'cha gonna do, what'cha gonna do when they come for you? Bad boys, bad boys what'cha gonna do, what'cha gonna do when they come for you? Bad boys, bad boys what'cha gonna do, what'cha gonna do when they come for you? Bad boys, bad boys what'cha gonna do, what'cha gonna do when they come for you? |
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Woo woo...
1-Come on, ride the train, hey, ride it, woo woo Come on, ride the train, hey, ride it, woo woo Come on, ride the train, woo woo, hey Ride it, woo woo Come on, ride the train Woo woo, hey, ride it, woo woo Come on, ride the train It's the choo choo, ride it, woo woo Come on, ride the train, it's the choo choo train Come on, ride the train, it's the choo choo Ride it, woo woo Come on, ride the train, it's the choo choo train 2-Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah I think I can, I think I can I think I can, I think I can Way deep down south, where we play this game It's them Quad City DJs and you, We call it the train So if you wanna ride your thing Just come on down the train We gonna rock, ooh, Lord, just jump aboard, baby So get your next of kin, your sister and your friend Pack it up now, choo choo, ride on this, choo choo And, boo, you need to stop faking, and come on with me I wanna take you home with me, to be alone with me And I can see you wanna hide it, come on, just divide it And please don't knock it, until you ride it So to all of you girls, you know, I'm calling your name Michelle, Tamika and Tanya Wanna ride this train, ride out now (repeat 1) 3-If you feel like dancing, well come on, it's up to you We got the sound to keep you getting down, down The train is coming through (repeat 2, 2) I can smell them tranquil breezes from a mile away Graduated from Booze, up to allazay Baby, you looking tough to death Got your weave done right, it's on so tight Now it's on tonight, yeah, yeah Right about now it's about th |
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