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Killa!!
Dipset, shallowmain Jim jones, santana, freaky Lets go! what they want sing Girls just wanna have fun (oh girls) Girls just wanna have fun (girls juss wanna have) Damn chump pass, he a dumb ass Call jay off get a fun pass Yeah she come fast, so she leave quicker Cause she cum fast than ski ski nigger We be wit her, me, jim. zee, kidder Then she wit flea flicker, don gg get her P.e wit her, wee wee, eazy, ol me, ol g little me lick her So she need liquor never seem sicker, nigger, rap as fast She could be twista Had her alley to alley, hawai and maui, and cali the valley Up in white lotus dog you might notice That you type bogus me im quite focus And hope is hopeless, dissapaer in the air hocus pocus Godamn we stuck like stuck-o Cut loose slut no here he come uh oh (uh oh) Man see what the fighting do thats why im pipng boo Aint even liking you, im exiting true Just right i do, heals high, wheels fly, real fly, nice immune And a rightous view, from high to noon, day, he play Theres a flight for two (first class!) and u caught u a baller. baller! Hawker, dog u a stalker! (stalker) Upset cause what she was showin, aw man yo you aint even knowin Ask question if youre a hoe and Whatz that?, who you wit?, where you at?, where you goin?, (where you goin) Where you goin, im flowin, she blowin, shy high like a bowing Got pies like it snowin Females better twirl off yours, better curl off yours Cause i swirl off shores (then what) come back to a pearl golf course (who you) Im parock, cause girls are hoars, and the world is yours, honey sim sim with a pearl off cours And you know im in the buildin mister, wit the olsen twins, or the hilton sisters And i haul em in to the hiltons mister I milked them, i killed them, you quilt them, you missed her (missed her) You helped her, you kissed her You felt all the blisters, melt on your whiskers |
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Ah ah
Baby girl was draped in Chanel Said she love Tupac but hates some LL Seen her at the bar with anklets and toe rings She can take a prince, turn him into a king I was looking at her in the limelight, pearly whites Said her man get paper but he don't live right All these emotions flowing inside the club Do you really wanna thug or do ya want love? She gets the paper when it's time to get it on She keeps these clowns thinking like Jack B. Quick Honey smoke make you click, feel it in their throats No joke all this love, let it stay broke out Behind every playa is a true playette Bounce you up, outta there, push and check Taster's choice, have you nice and moist Or play paper games or floss the rolls royce Something like a phenomenon (repeat 8X) (uh huh) (go ahead daddy) He was king of seduction, cop a suction Now she was the cat that worked construction Starve her with the paper, abuse the mind Dis a new lover, when you know it's on mine that's on top, lap dancin got to stop You play out your chick cause your game is hot I give you two, Italian, ice my whole crew He's banging on my chest till it's black and blue You beefin, yellin on the cell of my 6 You reach it then you hear the cordless click Now your club hopping, keep the Cristal poppin Use my chips and take the next man shoppin Hell no, must be out Chicago on your knees and your elbows each and every time That's why I love you mami, you Run your mouth though your legs over the bed baby Work me out Something like a phenomenon (repeat 8X) (uh huh) (go ahead daddy) He was all souped up, but played it just right Mami I was full blown, my game was air tight I needed to switch up and get it in gear It's a whole new movie, a world premiere, yeah yeah Keep it jinglin, no more minglin A brand new year, me and you can bring it in I'm sick and tired of the freakin, night to morn' Moanin in the mirror with my cubans on Let bygones be bygones, no more games Hope all the chickenheads go up in flames Now we in the brand new mansion, with the lake in back Got it all figured out, mami I like that Collect tips, cop his and her whips The voice a quarter mil'-on, close the safe But you're worth it playgirl, it's real in the field Say what you want, but keep your lips sealed Something like a phenomenon (repeat 8X) (uh huh) (go ahead daddy) |
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Gettin', Gettin', Gettin', Gettin', Gettin', Gettin', Gettin', Gettin'.
[Chorus] I was gettin some head Gettin' gettin' gettin' some head I was gettin some head Gettin' gettin' gettin' some head I was gettin some head Gettin' gettin' gettin' some head I was wit the kinda girl dat make yo toes curl. I was gettin some head (DTP hustle) Gettin gettin some head (DTP hustle) I was gettin some head (DTP hustle) Gettin gettin some head (DTP hustle) I was gettin some head (DTP hustle) Gettin gettin some head (DTP hustle) I was wit the kinda girl dat make yo toes curl. [Shawnna: Verse 1] You know u n**** want a b**** like me Diamond wit the white beader rockin nikes N****s in the hood wanna call her wifey If u got a pretty dolla then I probly might be You n****s popin collars y yo b****es pop ps I'm goin' do this for my riders that get down and pop e Think u can pop me man u need to stop please See me flyin' through yo hood in a drop top v I'm in the pop top three And ma pops got gs Say the watch got chilly And the rocks got freeze And u broads act silly Tryin' jack my steam You slippin' and I'm pimpin' and yo boy chose me And now he hollin' hey lil' mama can u give me a sip Tryin' lick somethin' somethin' bout as big a yo leg Dis n**** yawn while he talkin so I knew he was red And bout six in the mornin' he forgot what he said and I was [Chorus] [Shawnna: Verse 2] You know I keep that 4 5 woofer in my trunk And I turn it to the max so u can feel it when it bump When u go to DTP we give the people what they want And when I come to hustle man u know we aint no punk And you catch me in the town we blowin' dro and gettin' drunk And when we hit the party man u know we keep it crunk Yo n**** actin' tough he on the flow and getting stomped Don't act like u ain't know now tell yo hoe to pa** the blunt You b****es wanna be me cause u know that I'm the s*** You see me on the t.v cause I roll wit Ludacris Don't hate shawnna baby just be mad at who u wit (who u wit) I keep a couple handles so u know im to legit (to legit) Just so you understand it so u know I'm bout that bread (i'm bout that bread) And don't you try to play me for no joke about my cash (about my cash) Before I get the tip I get the heat up out the stash (up out the stash) I hit em on the lo and shawty this is what he said (what he said) [Chorus] |
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| 4. |
| 3:19 |
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Papa coming home, like to give you that RAW Ur favorite position, from da back Door Girl u know da drill don't ask no question... U ALREADY KNOW!!! Tonight's your night girl, I'm tryna give u that thing to make you say.... From the kitchen floor down to the fire place Insense burning, your body's talking that shit to me. Cancel that Phone... the only sound I'm tryna hear is your moan. You riding topless, no panties on... And I've been thinking 'bout this all day long, Your giving me the fire dont... [Chorus] Papa coming home, like to give you that RAW Favorite position, from da back Door Girl u know da drill don't ask no question... U ALREADY KNOW!!! Papa coming home, like to give you that RAW Favorite position, from da back Door Girl u know da drill don't ask no question... U ALREADY KNOW!!! Is your girl Jenny home? Call her up and tell her it's 'bout to be on. Tell her don't show if it ain't heels and thongs. I can already see it.... Ooh What a feeling! Just don't get jealous if i hit that to hard cuz U come first, You know your my heart. Cuz it'll always be yours, girl I'm 'bout to turn you out! [Chorus] U know just how I like it to see it...(U know just how i like to see it) U know just how i like.... U ALREADY KNOW U know I like 2 go down... I love it when u go down And u Know I wont stop until you get it.... U ALREADY KNOW [Chorus (x4)] |
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| 5. |
| 4:21 |
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(Intro (Beanie Sigel): )
Ho!....Ho!....Ho!... (Freeway) Bounce (Beanie Sigel) Holla (Freeway) Bounce....bounce....bounce (Beanie Sigel) It's B Sige in the place with Young Free And I got what it takes to rock the mic right yeah Still watch what you say out your mouth Cause 50 shots still will burn the club out (Verse 1 (Freeway): ) I miss the hood when I'm travelin, get neck when I'm travelin Chicks peck wood when I'm travelin Fuck a lex cause the click thick good in a caravan Slide through your hood like a avalanche Take a flick if you get a chance get that close Fuck in a van cause I got that dough Deal with me, enemies come sleep with me for breakfast Guaranteed to eat this toast I'm reckless, firestarter heat your folks A starvin artist that a eat y'all tracks, so don't bring 'em around I be around ricans vida loca They got all the toastas don't need no gats I got a six stashed leave 'em around So I don't get left around haters around when I leave In the winter rock short sleaves reason to pound With the heat blastin, keep actin the heat blastin Shut no marine shinin, marine fashion backin 'em down Niggas 'gone keep hatin and my click 'gone keep grindin Keep movin, lockin the town (Chorus (Freeway): ) It's Freeway in the place to be see And I got what it takes to rock the mic right yeah Still watch what you say to me prick Cause I got what it takes to duck the AK clip (Beanie Sigel) It's B Sige in the place with Young Free And I got what it takes to rock the mic right yeah Still watch what you say out your mouth Cause 50 shots still will burn the club out, ho!!! (Verse 2 (Beanie Sigel): ) It's Mack-daddy-young strappy No he ain't the OG gangsta Yes I is! come on don't test I kid I firebomb cribs like Left Eye did Notorious like that Bed Stuy kid, big or small you can get it Damn raw like tryin to brawl a strong armored midget I pull the 9 out my pocket I'm lyin I pull the Mac out the closet start fryin Will you cats try to block it stop tryin Take that, get back, clap mine You know, stay low, keep fryin, uh! I put the led in they gat, the medal go clap I lay cats flat on they back, stop fuckin with this radical cat You fuck around and need a medical cat The led a go clap, your head a go back Uh, it's B Sige, in the place to be With two seaters on the waist of me, who's facin me? (Chorus (Beanie Sigel):) It's B Sige in the place with Young Free And I got what it takes to rock the mic right yeah Still watch what you say out your mouth Cause 50 shots still will burn the club out, ho!!! (Freeway) It's Freeway in the place to be see And I got what it takes to rock the mic right yeah Still watch what you say to me prick Cause I got what it takes to duck the AK clip (Verse 3 (Freeway): ) Red nickels down your way don't trip Get holded down your way got soldiers down your way Keep quiet down your way no lip All of y'all need to run yo'self Go get the burna nigga bang yo'self When I come through with they hammer make you lose yo' health And, boulder dashes move like Cassius Clay Move yay like caskets, there's a will there's a way Obey my thirst move yay through traffic Without Sprite, without Nike's I just do it bar break your basket Yeah you damn right, without ice I pull a playa honey card stuffed with baskets International post playas stuck with a adlib You don't wanna be hoe playas stuck in the hood Bend over backwards clown suckers on a backwoods (Chorus (Freeway): ) It's Freeway in the place to be see And I got what it takes to rock the mic right yeah Still watch what you say to me prick Cause I got what it takes to duck the AK clip (Beanie Sigel) It's B Sige in the place with Young Free And I got what it takes to rock the mic right yeah Still watch what you say out your mouth Cause 50 shots still will burn the club out, ho!!! (Freeway) It's Freeway in the place to be see And I got what it takes to rock the mic right yeah Still watch what you say to me prick Cause I got what it takes to duck the AK clip (Beanie Sigel) It's B Sige in the place with Young Free And I got what it takes to rock the mic right yeah Still watch what you say out your mouth Cause 50 shots still will burn the club out, ho!!! (Outro (Freeway): ) All of y'all need to run yo'self Go get the burna nigga bang yo'self All of y'all need to run yo'self Go get the burna nigga bang yo'self |
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| 3:36 |
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Wooo!
Swizzie! Young, Young Gunnaz Hey! Man I don't know what they talking about man I just know that Let's go! It's time to set it off, it's time to set it off It's time to set it off, it's time to set it off See the chick over there, she wanna set it off See homie over here, he wanna set it off It's time to set it off, it's time to set it off It's time to set it off, it's time to set it off, hey! Yessuh! Y'all know who the next up Hopping out them thangs wit the fresh cuts, fresh Watch right, nice bright, fin to do the rest up This that knock, wit Swizz and the Gunnaz connect up Big homie president, y'all can hang the rest up Still on the block, 'cause artists we get the less cut Bail money to the side, just in case I mess up Y'all can either ride or roll over if ya left us Catch up, never that, this team never slack You rather that, ahead of that don't know a homie better That can do it how we do it, it's that Roc-A-Fella music Gotta move 'em, we gon' do it, long as we keep improving Look it's time to set it off, the drama set it off I see you when I see you, then I'm a let it off It's time to set it off, it's time to set it off It's time to set it off, it's time to set it off See the chick over there, she wanna set it off See homie over here, he wanna set it off It's time to set it off, it's time to set it off It's time to set it off, it's time to set it off, hey! Ain't no slang like that east coast slang Them east coast boys hit the road wit the Switching lanes, snatch up your dame Drop 100 cash on the chain Still bring the pain wit them thangs And them hollows to the tizzop Coming to holla through haters blizzock You goddamn right so have that money right And we don't mess wit the funny type Fake ass pimps like Money Mike We get it cracking, fully loaded the magnum If you jump up in this wagon then you know what'll happen And we ain't trying to see the law The system knocking, enforcers popping Trying to see a broad We trying to see them girls when It's time to set it off, it's time to set it off It's time to set it off, it's time to set it off See the chick over there, she wanna set it off See homie over here, he wanna set it off It's time to set it off, it's time to set it off It's time to set it off, it's time to set it off, hey! Yessuh! It's me, N E double to F up Young Gunz indeed, double your bets up We double them tecs up, we silence the violence You if you messed up, you ain't gon' stress us Ain't worried bout you weirdos, your heroes, wannabe De Niro's Till that thing get sinked wit them air holes We dumb nice, missed the price, hurry set it up Got this thing on smash, be damned if we letting up Keep on asking where we going, known to be smarter Decision been made that we rolling wit Coach Carter Beat start rocking and rocker keep rocking If that semi jam up that glock'll keep popping It ain't hard to find us, right down on [Incomprehensible] You should ever have a problem, north is where you'll find 'em when It's time to set it off, it's time to set it off It's time to set it off, it's time to set it off See the chick over there, she wanna set it off See homie over here, he wanna set it off It's time to set it off, it's time to set it off It's time to set it off, it's time to set it off, hey! |
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| 4:23 |
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[DMX] Let's get it on!!
[Swizz Beatz] We don't give a what what!! We don't give a what what!! (shiet) [Chorus - Swizz Beatz & (DMX)] Get it on the floor Get it get it on the floor (WHAT?!) Get it on the floor Get it get it on the floor (WHAT?!) You don't wanna party then your ass gotta go (WHAT?!) You don't wanna party then your ass gotta go Now you can ride to this motherfucker (uh) Bounce to this motherfucker (uh) Freak to this motherfucker (let's get it on) Get it on the floor (WHAT?!) Get it get it on the floor (WHAT?!) Get it on the floor (WHAT?!) Get it get it on the floor (that's right) [Verse - DMX] Once again it's the darker nigga Here to spark a nigga, break apart a nigga But the dog is bigger, under stress So unless you're wanting to bless to the chest These slugs from his Smith and Wess REST! Or the pump'll put a hurt on a nigga DUMP SIX, motherfucker feed em dirt on a nigga My hands stay dirty, cause I play dirty the mob way You don't know? fuck it find out the hard way A nigga's job is never done I handle my business how it come And there's never been a one on one Nor has there been a problem, I dissolve them I'm like salt, I'll get up Hate to fall but never wreck his car And it's my fault, keep niggaz on point ducking down Niggaz like you need to get bust you fucking clown I extort to support my peeps And hold down the fort, never get caught cause I creeps NIGGA! [Chorus] [Verse - DMX] I'm at the crossroads, look but I'm not really sure which way to go Should I play that low for what I did the other day They on their way to float, got me striking this random I can't stand em, fake ass niggaz want to be the Phantom Looking over my shoulder, cause it's colder than it was And start shorty, because I'm a little older than cuz And the buzz from the saw, wit the chain to your brain Will turn that BIG NIGGA to a fucking stain That pain from the dirt makes the hurt go away for a minute But I'm gon die by it cause I'm like knee deep in it And you motherfuckers wonder why I start shit Cause when you look in my face you see that hard shit Cause I done been to hell and back I ain't wit selling crack I'd rather rob a nigga leave him wit a shell up in his back On the real just to show proof, hit the G.W.B. And blow the whole roof off the toll booth bitch ass nigga! [Chorus] [Verse - DMX] When I crawl, leave a nigga sprawled out after I spoke em I'll slit his throat, dick in the mud and let his blood choke em Up north niggaz get the pick stuck up in em And in the streets bitches get the dick stuck up in em My M.O. is man-slaughter kid Cause on the reals I done wet up more motherfuckers than water did Slid, cause I got to slide when the dirt is done A homicide but they want me on the Murder 1 But as long as I got my gun, I'm aight Stay outta sight while it's light, and then come out at night To make moves again, stomp and bruise again I know I'm going to hell cause I choose to sin All my motherfucking life I been the Devil's advocate Mad niggaz never even knew the devil had a kid But he does and when you hear the buzz of the chainsaw You'll know what I'll split your motherfucking brains for [Chorus - repeat 2x] [Outro - Swizz Beatz] Don't start nothing, it won't be nothing Don't start nothing, it won't be nothing You wanna start something, it's gon be somethin You wanna start something, it's gon be somethin Don't start nothing, it won't be nothing Don't start nothing, it won't be nothing You wanna start something, it's gon be somethin You wanna start something, it's gon be somethin Yo yo CMON! |
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Intro:
Pump p Pump Pump Pump p p Pump Pump it up Pump p Pump Pump Pump p p Pump Pump it up Pump p p Pump Pump it up (Just Blaze) We gon' do it like (Uuh, uuh, uhh) Verse 1: Look, pump it up if you came to get it krunk With a dame and shit that's drunk You came to get it on More than 5 O's in ya bank then get it on Roll up like that stank and get it on Slank that fitted on, came to get it on Hold up she want work that, twork that Then again lemme hurt that, murk that Til ya gotta hurt back Can't spit it out Boo you gotta slurp that Can't cuddle after we done, it wasn't worth that Joey I'm responsible for bringin' Jersey back (And we bad huh) She at the bar stylin' she throwin' it up She drink a little hypno, throwin' it up But I'm only dealing with freaks that wanna cut Ma if you agree I want nut Camcorder, get it played late night on BET Uncut (Uuh) Chorus: Fellas, Do ya thing lemme do my thang I mean, Do ya thing lemme do my thang Shorties, Move that thing mami move that thang C'mon, Move that thing mami move that thang Hustlers, Do ya thing lemme do my thang Please tell the DJ, pump p p pump pump it up Bridge: I see some haters grillin' I see some ladies chillin' I see that girlie I've been plottin' to get She can hop in the whip And we can Pump p p Pump Pump it up Verse 2: OK, we was leaving we was done Then she said "Can my people's come" Here we go I see it don't stop They wanna ride in something where the rims don't stop Look baby you fine but ya girlfriends not And then she wanna holdout getting cute on the phone I ain't gotta be bothered, be cute on ya own My jump off doesn't run off at the mouth so much My jump off never ask why I go out so much My jump off never has me going out of my way And she don't want nothin' on Valentines Day My jump off don't argue or get rebellious And she don't mind hangin' out with the fellas My jump off's not insecure or jealous (Uuh, uuh, uuh) (Chorus) Verse 3: Y'all dudes keep talkin' 'bout ya ice and all the shine to it That's alright go cross-world find cubic Ma wanna fall in love like I'm cupid Tellin' me she don't give brain like I'm stupid You can do anything if you put ya mind to it (Get it) Think about it the game is bad playa Ain't it bad playa Don't worry Joey will change it back playa Might of heard me spittin' with Cain and Fab playa I got the set boards to bring it back playa Bang and clap playa Front man no longer playin' the back playa Plain as that playa 808's pumpin' bang the track playa Want my 2nd wind change the rap playa Jump off 1 man gang I'm back playa Look, whatchu want bump double click pump Ride, ride swamp dump off homie jump off All these haters on my (huh) won't jump off When all the streets need is j j j jump off j j Jump j j j j j j Jump off (Uuh, uuh, uuh) |
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Uh-huh uh, UHH Guess who's back! Uhh Yeah, uhh, uhh Verse One: Aiyyo! Rhyme or crime, let's get it on MC's wanna eat me but it's Ramadan Peep what's on the arm, when it's ice it's ice When I'm right, I'm right, when you're wrong, you're wrong I'm the bomb, records is platinum, skin is bronze Flows all night like vintage Dom Been this nice since umm, the first Prince bomb Before "The Artist Was Known As" wit my grown ass Haters said it won't last, know how many birds I flown past Celly on roam, full belly, first class And I don't play, I watch them pockets Know y'all niggaz go broke after you cop them watches See you in the club, no bub' nigga pop it Then you wanna fuck, give it up nigga, not this My coat is ostrich, flow is the hottest You ain't got dough, you can't go with the Fox bitch Chorus: Foxy Brown You can catch me at the hot spot cause I Fox, I plots at the bar y'all, all night, I pops Is it alright, sho' you right, you can't stop it This is our world, me and my girls You can catch me at the hot spot, I Fox, I plots at the bar y'all, all night, I pops Is it alright, sho' you right, you can't stop it This is our world, me and my girls Verse Two: Yo! Cats bustin out the six, cash flushin out the niggaz Platinum heart in half hangin 'tween the two tit-ties Scheme on your team, lookin over graph pictures Pick the finest, then I put it on the minors Love, after the club, meet me at the diner So you can bring your boys, we got ten cars behind us Order a steak, a glass of OJ to break-fast Hop in the car and head straight up Eighth Ave. The night is young, I'm likin son Either he don't have one, or his wife is dumb His whole hand numb, nigga iced his thumb Pull up my tights some, enticin him You can handle the work, I'll play wit it Til he curve and swerve nigga, stay wit it Bitches in the club they, hated it Cause I put my mack down then I, skated it Chorus Verse Three: You can catch me at the Expo', Jacob Jav Knocking Jigga out the Navigator, layin back, I stay in that Me fallin off? Imagine that, it's not the case I'm _Sittin on Top of the World_ like Brandy and Mase You wanna, buy me a drink, nigga hand me a case Big ballin bitch, I want all of this shit Six AMG's with the spoiler kit Chromes from the fac', phones front and back CoCo, flow, niggaz is wantin that Out they vehicles, niggaz is bumpin that I heard you wanna stop Fox, tell me how so I got that New York, to the Dirty South flow Whole album hot, even the outro This time around I'm tryin to do about fo' This is for my niggaz and bitches who count dough And y'all in the club I make em bounce Chorus Hot spot (pause), bar y'all (pause) Alright (pause), our world (pause) Hot spot (pause), bar y'all (pause) Alright (pause), our world (pause) |
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