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Intro:
It's the number one crew in the area. Big l: Big l be lightin' niggas like incense Gettin' men lynched to win tits I'm killin' infants for ten cents Cause I'm a street genius with a unique penis Got fly chicks on my dick that don't even speak english I'm makin' ducks shed much tears I buck queers I don't have it all upstairs but who the fuck cares? I'm grabbin' brews takin' fast swiggas I get cash and stash figures and harass them bitch ass niggas After you you're gonna get scared next And if ya squad flex I'm lettin' off like bernard getts A tech nine is my utensil Fillin' niggas with so much led they can use they dick for a pencil I'm known for snatchin' purses and bombin' churches I get more pussy by accident then most niggas get on purpose I got drug spots from new york to canada Cause big l be fuckin' with more keys than a janitor Lord finesse: Now it's the dictator who's style is greater It's the man with more wild flavors than motherfuckin' now & laters And rappers I hit 'em well They automatically go to heaven fuckin' with me cause I give 'em hell So don't try to front troop When your style is played out just like an oshkosh jumpsuit I'm out to collect figures I'm on some wu-tang shit so protect ya fuckin' neck nigga Not a role model I'm a bad figure When it comes to rap I got skills out the ass nigga I got it locked like a warden Rap without finesse is like the nba without jordan So all ya new jacks kickin' wack raps It's a fact that I'll be on your fuckin' back like a napsack It ain't shit you can tell me Cause bitches still jock me without a motherfuckin' lp Hook: It's the number one crew in the area "known for sendin' garbage mcs to the graveyard" (x2) Microphone nut: Yo I got a death wish That's why I talk so much motherfuckin' shit I want these bitch motherfuckers to try to flip So I can fill up this clip and stick the gun between they lips like a Cigarette And let 'em smoke the four fifth ? no need to lie or cry it's time motherfucker to die Because to me death is like sex And if my brain was a deck of cards I'd be missing a whole deck Strap up a mac clack clack motherfuckers are runnin' like rats The blind bats are fuckin' crazed cats Cause the microphone let's loose And you're wonderin' how the fuck did this madman get cut loose from 25 consecutive 25 the life is For murderin' up some fuckin' white kids These were the kids of the prison guards Then I startin' killin' squads of prison guards in the prison yard One two everybody's through The microphone nut flew over the prison walls without a clue And now I'm decked to hawk shit and talk shit Whoever flaunts shit I leave 'em unconscious I run through ya with a maneuver and german luger Wreck like das efx straight out the fuckin' sewer Please show me where the crack is at While they quarter crack the sack I crack they backs like cracker jacks So I'm the one you should run from Because the microphone nut is like a motherfuckin' stun gun Jay-z: The way I rock No way you could stop I shock pop and drop when jay gets hot When I'm in the zone better hold ya own Cause I like to break when I finish a poem Pound for p-p-pound the best around No way you can get up when I get down I shake rattle and roll and wreck shit like none And beat a niggas ass half silly on da one Fuckin' a fuckin' jay ill with skill So ladies step up I get around like a wheel I'm never chokin' off chronic skills are bonic Bitches will treat me like onyx Respect that I'll peel a punks cap back and sign it Creep through your block fuck a glock I step Through your neighborhood armed with nothing but a rep I'm giving these ladies something they can feel cause I'm real Ya man get outta line and it's kill kill kill Hook (x2) Party arty of ghetto dwellaz: Yo ya step up and you'll get played like the small fry I'm throwin' niggas off the roof said you wanna be the four guy So mess around you'll be a dead man I get hype tonite's the night like redman Nuff respect to big l who get wreck Chiggidy check yourself cause I ain't workin' with a full deck I'm lethal, eatin' people Not jeffery dahmer I'm the sequel Head or gut like illegal So what cha want? Yo I'm strapped with the gats step up plap plap I'm leavin' caps in your back fool I rip tracks wanna say peace to hip hop A nigga disagree bring it on and get dropped I get wreck I'm party arty so hit the deck The kid with the tech smokin' niggas like cigarettes Now some ask me how I'm gettin' jewels I say big up big up it's a stick up stick up I stick and move Big l: And that's how we do. so y.u. grab the gat and let loose Y.u.: Yo rat tat tat I got the gat cocked Nigga we ghost man a punk? I let it roast and leave your pussy ass comatose I'm shootin' up like the west is Fuck suggestions I'll blow out a niggas intestines Better dip fast quick fast or you won't last One blast will put your ass in a body cast And I be killin' for rep get ill in a sec Nine mil on your neck blood spill is still in effect Constantly comittin' grand larceny Arsony niggas don't want no parts of me Never past up a fast buck ask the last duck His jewels were truck he got his ass stuck So what the fuck is you sayin' hop? I'm wanted for slayin' cops Who's ever around when I be sprayin' drops But I ain't givin' a fuck who gets hit Niggas coppin' pleas but I ain't tryin' to hear shit I'll burn you faggot niggas like toast If you die and come back I shoot your spirit Now your ass is just a holy ghost You tried to play me to the left You better put a target on your head Cause you're marked for death (echo) |
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[Nas]
Freedom or jail, clips inserted, a baby's bein born Same time my man is murderedm the beginning and end As far as rap go, it's only natural, I explain My plateau, and also, what defines my name First it was Nasty, but times have changed Ask me now, I'm the artist, but hardcore, my science for pain I spent time in the game, kept my mind on fame Saw fiends shoot up, and do lines of cocaine Saw my close friends shot, flatline am I sane? That depends, carry Mac-10's to practice my aim On rooftops, tape cd covers to trees Line the barrel up with your weak picture then squeeze Street scriptures for lost souls, in the crossroads To the corner thugs hustlin for cars that cost dough To the big dogs livin large, takin it light Pushin big toys, gettin nice, enjoyin your life is what you make it, suicide, few try to take it Belt tied around they neck in jail cells naked Heaven and hell, rap legend, presence is felt And of course N - A - S are the letters that spell . . . NAS, NAS Chorus: scratching by DJ Premier (2X) "Nas is like life or death.. my rep.." "My poetry's deep, I never fell.." "Nas is like.. half man half amazing.." "No doubt.." [Nas] "Nas is like.." Earth Wind & Fire, rims and tires Bulletproof glass, inside is the realest driver Planets in orbit, line em up with the stars Tarot cards, you can see the pharaoh Nas "Nas is like.." Iron Mike, messiah type Before the Christ, after the death The last one left, let my cash invest in stock Came a along way from blastin, techs on blocks Went from Seiko to Rolex, ownin acres From the projects with no chips, to large cake dough Dimes, givin fellatio, siete zeros Bet my nine spit for the pesos But what's it all worth, can't take it when you under this Earth Rich men died and tried, but none of it worked They just rob your grave, I'd rather be alive and paid Before my number's called, history's made Some'll fall, but I rise, thug or die Makin choices, that determine my future under the sky To rob steal or kill, I'm wondering why It's a dirty game, is any man worthy of fame? Much to success to ya, even if you wish me the opposite Sooner or later we'll all see who the prophet is Chorus [Nas] "Nas is like.." Sex to a nympho, but nothin sweet I'm like beef, bustin heat through your windows I'm like a street sweeper, greenleaf reaper Like Greeks in Egypt, learnin somethin deep from they teachers I'm like crime, like your nine, your man you would die for Always got you, I'm like Pop Duke you would cry for I'm like a whole lot of loot, I'm like crisp money Corporate accounts from a rich company I'm like ecstasy for ladies, I'm like all races combined in one man; like the '99 summer jam Bulletproof Hummer man I'm like being locked down around new faces, and none of em fam' I'm the feelin of a millionaire spendin a hundred grand I'm a poor man's dream, a thug poet Live it, and I write down and I watch it blow up Y'all know what I'm like, y'all play it your system every night Now.. Chorus |
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All you hoes, be cryin for these bitches
All you niggaz, be cryin for these hoes "Both hands clusty" "Pullin out gats" "Double barreled" "Blew off the burner kinda dusty" "We back, don't test" "Bring it to em proper, potnah" "Comin from the thirty-six chamber" "Math, let the plate spin" "Many brothers y'all be sparkin" "Stray shots, all on the block that stays hot" "If ya fuck with Wu, we gots ta fuck witchu" Who the fuck knocked our buildings down? Who the man behind the World Trade massacres, step up now Where the four planes at huh is you insane bitch? Fly that shit over my hood and get blown to bits! No disrespect, that's where I rest my head I understand you gotta rest yours true, nigga my people's dead America, together we stand, divided we fall Mr. Bush sit down, I'm in charge of the war! Yes yes y'all, the I-N-S bless y'all Stop hearts like cholesterol, let's brawl Never fall, tear it down like a wreckin ball Role call where my niggaz that's one for all And all for one, we draw the guns on impulse Cash in the envelope, spend it on kinfolk Then smoke a ounce as we count mills Providin you pure ecstasy without pills Chorus) Y'all know the rules, we don't fuck with fools man How the fuck did we get so cool man? Never ever disrespect my crew If ya fuck with Wu we gots ta fuck witchu Y'all dogs better guard ya grills, it's all real We live from New York, it's the God I-Reelz Yo wonderful, spark the blillz Let me build with the people for the mills I'm rollin with the Rebel I-Ill from Killa Hill, peace to Brownsville Brothers that'll kill for the will of the righteous Twenty-five to lifers, true and livin snipers You wait like "Sixth Sense" 'til hard to kill How you livin StreetLife. I'm surrounded by criminals Serial killers tote guns without the serial High-tech, street intellect, all digital Project original, sheisty individual New York's bravest, always supply you with the latest We hall of famers, and still hit you with the greatest Took a year hiatus, now you wanna hate us Thanks to all you haters for all the cream you made us Chorus) Y'all know the rules, we don't fuck with fools man How the fuck did we get so cool man? Never ever disrespect my crew If ya fuck with Wu we gots ta fuck witchu Sendin letters to, my cousin in Wendy's on Viacom At home, it's worth money, I adorns Order drinks, all real niggaz order your minks yo We got the fitteds on, lookin all fink Daddy everybody get money from now on Payday flash Visas livin like, Easter e'ryday Don't fuck Benz, rather a 430 That shit that float through water, eyeball come up, drop birdies yo We can eat right, or we can clap these toys I'm with StreetLife, ain't never been a Backstreet Boy Who y'all kiddin? Tryin to act like my shoe fittin Confused with ya head up yo' ass like who's shittin? It's Hot Nixon, same team same position Battin average three-five-seven and still hittin Y'all still bitchin, still lame and still chicken I'm still here, one leg missin and still kickin Cause I'm haaaaarrrd! Hard like a criminal Love like a tennis shoe, throw slug to finish you It's the Method Man, for short Mr. Meth I can tell this motherfucker ain't Wu, look at his neck "Comin from the thirty-six chamber" - Meth "Bring it to em proper, potnah" - Meth - "Wu, Tang, Wu, Tang" It's Wu-Tang, rushin yo' gang, crushin the game Pretty thugs, clutchin they chain, hand cuppin they thang Who get strange, gassed up playin with flames Let a nigga take off his shades, see what I'm sayin is.. Chorus) Y'all know the rules, we don't fuck with fools man How the fuck did we get so cool man? Never ever disrespect my crew If ya fuck with Wu we gots ta fuck witchu |
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*Cold as ice; you know that you are
*Cold as ice; as cold as ice to me! *Cold as ice...* Yeah, hahaahaha, OHHHH SHIT! *You're as cold as ice* YEAH!! *You're willing to sacrifice* Word the fuck UP! *You're as cold as ice* You're ICE! *You're willing to sacrifice* First Family *You're as cold as ice* *You're willing to sacrifice* *You're as cold as ice* *You're willing to sacrifice* I'd like to welcome motherfuckers to the back of the mind of Bill See I'm for real When delivering these M.O.P. tactics, I'll bury you bastards I custom make caskets The B.G. (told ya nigga) the Y.G. (soldier nigga) Even the O.G. (cobra nigga) told ya, nigga I may come with my gun in my hand to make sure, you motherfuckers understand Pardon me! How the fuck you gonna start with me? I'm a heavyweight in this game, you just spar with me You get laced down, from your face down, drop your shit Niggaz thought M.O.P. stand for "mop" and shit Don't, don't, DON'T get it twisted I told you that we top of the line designed realistic For instance, MASH OUT POSSE will come through and clear yo' ass out dump and air yo' ass out, CHUMP, we cold *You're as cold as ice* That's right! *You're willing to sacrifice* SHO' NUFF! *You're as cold as ice* Yeah! *You're willing to sacrifice* COME ON! *You're as cold as ice* First Family *You're willing to sacrifice* *You're as cold as ice* *You're willing to sacrifice* A predicate gun buster, I passed all classes One of the fastest at blasting flashes (BURNT) You seen my work, you know my steez It's a slim chance that I'ma hesitate to squeeze, please Money never made me (no) money never played me (NO NO) ... and Money bet' not make (?) or I break his ass Subtract his ass when I step through his hood Fuck dropping you, I'm into stopping you for good Stop him if you could *You're as cold as ice* And you'll be, stiff as a log in a suit looking nice Youse a sinner nigga *you're as cold as ice* But you ain't cold enough to freeze hot slugs when they run up in ya You ain't in my class nigga, I'm the last nigga You gon' fuck around and get blast, sucker ass nigga The soul survivor, survivor sole Nigga you roll, and I roll, let's stroll - I told you that I'm cold! *You're as cold as ice* Yeah! *You're willing to sacrifice* *You're as cold as ice* Yeah! *You're willing to sacrifice* *You're as cold as ice* *You're willing to sacrifice* *You're as cold as ice* *You're willing to sacrifice* Yo, I terrorize guys, (EXERCISE) street formulas At hip-hop shows, cause pandemonium Shit, I ain't concerned until it's my turn I snatch a mic jump on the stage and show my ass like Howard Stern But not in that form (hell nah) I perform lyrical heatwaves, that'll keep your brain warm But when it's on, you fuck around and get ripped up or get placed in a bodybag, with that ass zipped up - Toe tag 'em! GOT HIM! Even ballistics won't be able to tell, how the fo'-fo' ragged him Dragged him, halfway down the block Now you know where a nigga go when a nigga close a nigga shop *You're as cold as ice* Fuck you! Tell me something new On behalf of the First Family staff, and homicide crews in control - REAL NIGGAZ WON'T FOLD - I told you we were cold *You're as cold as ice* Yeah! *You're willing to sacrifice* *You're as cold as ice* Yeah *You're willing to sacrifice* *You're as cold as ice* *You're willing to sacrifice* *You're as cold as ice* *You're willing to sacrifice* *You're as cold as ice*... |
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(feat. Nas)
(1st chorus) oo-chie wally wally, oo-chie bang bang oo-chie wally wally, oo-chie bang bang oo-chie wally wally, oo-chie bang bang oo-chie wally wally (2nd Chorus) He really really really fucked my coochie He really really really turned me out He really really really got to gut me He really really made me scream and shout (3rd Chorus) He really taught me how to work my body He really taught me how to do it with my mouth He really really tried to hurt me hurt me I really love his thug and gangsta style (Verse One) Yeah what up ma, take a look, you hypnotized on how my long dick stretch your insides for real ma, with your thick lips and thick thighs stoke both holes, pass it to Nas or pass it to Naish, or pass it to Jung or pass it to Horse, then that ass gettin tossed fuck a hustler book, penthouse or blacktale i got bitches sendin my niggas flicks in jail i fuck a bitch face more than her waist for real and aint no pussy like new pussy thats how a nigga feel bust three times throw her the peace sign she sleep then my dick sleek and I aint gotta call her for weeks Long leg hoes, mo'head hoes, married bitches Me and my dog - fuckin them both they got us switchin Is the nigga gangsta? Yeah, that's how I'm livin That's how I'm playin - I got these freak fuckin hoes singin (1st Chorus) (2nd Chorus) (Verse Two) Little young thing go around my dick with your tongue ring Deep throat my nine inch, gut from the front and grind from the side and, fuck from behind and Grab her hair slap her ass, she screamin like she dyin Make her come four times without even tryin I'll beat that pussy up there's no denyin Hit her where she doodie at, make that booty fat Little cutie rat, walking by with the doobie wrap Tight blue jeans, air max Small gucci bag No loot and no job Stay home giving blow jobs Like no prob, it's simple Holla out the window it's the project nympho Fuck my whole crew, you know how we do you got that good pussy I can share with my peoples Be a brave girl, do your thang Let them tities hang, I'll have all the bitches sayin (1st chorus) (2nd chorus) (Verse Three) When it comes to sex I'm similar to the thriller in manilla Bitches call me Horse the pussy filler I'll fuck a big boned or slim chick Beat that pussy up real quick then send home the bitch Aint no sleepin in my bedroom When henny's in my dick When Flex drop the bomb i bust a nut on this bitch Deep throat, ceaser gold or pun wicked hoes Who like the way i thug and the way i flow I like head in the Benz, the four door or the Coupe Head in the staircase, the cellar or the roof Head in the studio, the bathroom or the booth Head from a project chick or one with crazy loot Like Nia Lomg in a cherry thong with the lights on Sippin Perignon with Kelly Price on I pull out my python, I hit it while my wife's gone Long dick the bitch all night, I'll make her pussy sing the song (4th chorus) oo-chie wally wally, oo-chie bang bang oo-chie wally wally, oo-chie bang bang oo-chie wally wally, oo-chie bang bang oo-chie wally wally, oo-chie bang bang oo-chie wally wally, oo-chie bang bang oo-chie wally wally, oo-chie bang bang oo-chie wally wally, oo-chie bang bang oo-chie wally wally |
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[Prodigy]
I put my lifetime in between the paper's lines I'm that quiet storm nigga who fight rhyme P,yea u heard of him but I ain't concerned with them nigga I pop more guns than u holdin them make my rotweiller sons out and scold your men unload ten in braw day light get right fuck your life hop on my '98 dirt bike u try to stop mines from growin I make your blood stop flowin take affirmative action to any ass if he ask it now here come the mack 10 you's a dick blower tryin to speak the dun language what the drilly with that though it ain't bangin' u hooked on mobb phonics infamous-bonics lying to the pop dog like u got it you aint no wildin out for the knife fist thrower rusty shank holder we live this shit [Chorus]2X [Havoc] it's the real shit, shit ta make ya feel shit (the real...) bump it in the clubs shit have you wildin out when bump this[hip-hop.....] drugs to your ear drum the raw uncut have a nigga OD but it's never enough [Prodigy] Ay yo the P rock 40 inch cables drinkin white label my chain hang down to my dick my piece bang glass tables diamonds and guns before the fame duke a nigga like me hold tecs are you the same too goin through the emotions of gun holdin long shotguns down my pants leg limpin Killa-B you still livin even my pops too he taught me how to shoot when I was 7 yo I used to bust shots crazy I couldn't even look because the loud sound used to scare me[POW!] I love my pops for that I love my nigga E-Black I'll take the life of anyone who tryin to change what's left and then through all of that a nigga ain't scared of death all y'all brand new niggas just scared to death I spent too many night sniffin' coke gettin' right wastin' my life now I'm tryin to make things right grand open some gates invest in the rap business do things for the kids[the little duns] build a jungle gym behind the crib so they can enjoy youth CBRs,VCRs,ATV and big screen TVs nigga please don't make me have to risk my freedom we worked our whole life for this you'll get your shit beat in.....[The real] Chorus 1X [Prodigy] It go 1,2,3 to the 4th that nigga P-double got that shit for y'all people to rock to stirrin up pots of brew in hell's kitchen I'm chef the impossible servin' hot plates all across the unified states sit down and sup with top rap reps all across we board move diligent you better walk like nigga on the tight rope duke infamous 1st infantry 1st division,4th mission 1st assignment give 'em that shit they been missin my new edition's way bitchin' those that listen get addicted to my diction fuck rhymes I write prescriptions for your disease generic rap's just not potent like P's 1,100 ccs on the throttle I peel off chest naked on Katanas spaghetti head mobb niggas is full bred fully blown melanin tone i rock skeleton bone thirst for verses and thirst for worse beats so I can put more product out on the street get respect and love all across the board we've been endured for keepin it raw nothin less or more I score everytime for sure while the rest of y'all niggas just i'll Chorus 2X |
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drunk and fuck fo' sho' Please stop runnin yo' mouth let's go Actin like you've never seen a dick befo' All these bitches in here [Xzibit] Will the real X to the Z please stand up? With my niggaz and my guns, not givin a fuck Stickin 'em up at point blank range They say the more things change, they stayin the same I can't complain Type of shit that make you wish you was dead Make you fight the curb, a stomp down on the back of your head Blow it out like a afro pick Attract bitches like flies to shit Pop pills and ride the dick Niggaz can't swing this quick, I'm Dark McGwire Bangin shit over the fence with Rottweiler Listen, niggaz do anything for a dollar, even killin they own, let it be known, it's like [Chorus - repeat 2X] It ain't safe where I'm from Niggaz start beef never knowin the outcome Rather be caught with it than caught without one Leave it alone because the life that you save might be your own [Xzibit] I'm pullin pistols if you don't break bread Mr. Wrong Side of the Bed, only get excited for head Now print this in your industry books If it wasn't for crooks you niggaz'd still sport the Jordache look Hit the switch, front to back, side to side Natural born killers never let shit slide Never rely on the next man to swing for you A rock and a hard place, duck between the two And y'all bitches just somethin to do, don't get it twisted You're easy like Sunday mornin and shopliftin It go simple as that, I'm never givin half to a rat I'd rather bam to your face with a bat You get tied down to the tracks Used to make a living cookin coke to crack, now I can't turn back This is holocaust rap nigga, overreact and I'ma bring to yo' chest like an asthma attack, ya heard? [Chorus 1/2] [Xzibit - repeat 2X] Oh no, X get drunk and fuck fo' sho' Please stop runnin yo' mouth let's go Actin like you've never seen a dick befo' All these bitches in here |
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(Tash)
Uh, expensive things, diamond rings and things You know, rap life, rap life, say what, ah, uh Rap niggaz, we dippin individuals Some of us be frontin, some of us is really criminals Swimmin in the women and money we never had, it's sad Rap could turn a good nigga bad But not CaTash though I gaffle respect with no hassle I'm still the same nigga, light skinded, curly afro Whats up though, I'm still the same nigga, a superfreak I blow a G a week, catch me burnin rubber up the street Rap niggaz, always smokin indo So everytime we puff, it's twenty dollars out the window But what is friends fo', we gonna blow that dough regardless My niggaz live the life and they ain't even rap artists Rap money, we get that shit and blow it We trick thirty G's and ain't got shit to show for it Let me get that case of Moet, let me get that CLK Let me get that ounce of bomb from my man from East L.A. Let me get that Chorus: Raekwon the Chef Rap niggaz get money, press up and get hundreds Be like all them niggaz on it Which side rock the most, it don't matter cause it get notes Meet you on the left side of the boat Coast, drivin it most, we like where them niggaz go We like everywhere, party where the fans go It's all rap hype, young black niggaz that's mad hype Got ya station in a smash right (Tash) My Likwit niggaz made a killin We dropped three albums and got the whole world dancin on the ceilin So I'm feelin like the villian that cracked that safe's combo My nigga had some hoes, I told him shoot em through my condo He shot em through, they peeped my CD through They startin askin questions, but fuck the interview What y'all really wanna do? They said, "Pop the Crist'" I said you like rap? Well wrap ya mouth around this! Rap niggas, young niggaz ballin We on the motorcyles doin ninety down my hall and with the gold chain swingin fallin to the street This rap life got us buyin shit we don't need We don't need the jet skis but let's buy em, just to try em We splashin out the Lex and got all the ladies eyein us now, and we don't fuck around with no wife Cause all my niggaz is livin the rap life Chorus (Raekwon the Chef) First of all before we move on Shit is like a Yukon son, slide shit on like Grey Poupon Mergin in the suburbs, gettin raw with greenery herb Real ill niggaz smack birds Fat words showin proof how my gat work, go shoot, kill Smack a blackbird, jettin in an Ac-hurse Big Jim stay grinnin in a six spinnin it kid Nigga who flex, lex threw ten in him Stand posin blowin shit, coast from east and west We rockin our vest, cannon might roast you High powered hydrolic Eddie Bauer Rockwilder Who wilder, slang bit niggas on the collar Amp might blow, I might land, set up shop and glow Shinin like a lamp post, my camp post Cream leather green leaves forever Goin to do whatever, corns and crab niggaz, they roll together What up Tash, black hash, we invented the spaz High like sixteen niggaz over ten bags Real niggas gon ride, fake niggaz gon slidide Check the next issue faggot in the vidibe (Tash) Rap drama, the drama never calms I be on the celly phone trippin off my baby moms Tryna make her understand I get paid to rhyme I don't show up at your job, so don't show up at mine! Cause there's no biz like shobiz if y'all niggaz ask me Show money, that's like pimpin, cause we get it tax free Catch a check for 33, cut straight from SRC Take it straight to any counter, cash my shit with no I.D. Rap women, they always be around us Cause we from out of town and they be lovin out of towners Wash up in motherfuckas like a T.V. evangelist Cause they from where they from and we straight from Los Angeles Rap money (Rae) |
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JD (Lil Bow Wow)-
Uh-huh, yo (Oh, oh) Uh-huh, yo (Uh-huh, oh, oh) Uh-huh, yo (Bounce, bounce) See around here (Uh-huh, uh, huh-uh) I make things that make y’all bounce Ya know? Heh, ya know what I mean? (Yeah, yeah) Left to right, right to left (Uh-huh, uh-huh) It’s So So Def (Yeah uh) And uh it’s going down Ya know what I mean? (Yeah) My man Bow Wow (Bow Wow, yeah hear me now) Yeah ya heard? (Check it out) Let’s go! Let’s go! Let’s go! (Peep game, let’s go) Lil Bow Wow- Around here we pop them coddles Around here we get them dollars Every girl I see that look right A nigga like me just gotta holla This kid here all about stackin’ up Got big head but we can back it up Long cause everybody get crunk When we drop in the club starts acting up I represent the S-O-S-O, D-E-F-M-O-B That’s me, JD, Da Brat, and JE So please believe What I do ain’t never been done Ohio is where I’m from I heard what you said And I saw what you do And y’all playas really don’t want none From the day to the night, I ROCK Say what you like, NEVER NOT Stayin’ alive, living the life Gots to keep it hot Shotgun in the drop Riding good, twenties, TVs, leather and wood Poppin’, watching Big Momma Holdin’ it down like a playa should Sing-a-long now! Xscape- All I wanna do is see ya Bounce with me, bounce with me Grab a partner hit the floor Bounce with me, bounce with me Some clap, clap others stomp But around here we get it crunk when ya Bounce with me, bounce with me All I wanna do is see ya Bounce with me, bounce with me Grab a partner hit the floor Bounce with me, bounce with me Some clap, clap others stomp But around here we get it crunk when ya Bounce with me, bounce with me Lil Bow Wow- It’s the B to the O-W Wow even your girl fall in love When I smile The tight little guy you ain’t seen in a while Ignore the hype, just right for you size I get in where I fit in Braided up, made the bucks And I’m still a kid Imagine what life like when I get big I’mma be rich surrounded by chicks Couple of cars, couple of cribs Gettin’ a couple of mills Shining every time I feel You see how So So get ill You don’t want no stuff up in here Bow to the Wow ? in your ear now I get down cause I’m hit bound And I rock an iced out Mickey Mouse around my neck And I hang on niggas like Vince Carter With his palm on his neck And I outta snatch up your daughters But I was brought up with respect When I tu 16 I’mma call her though And show her how to ride with a baller yo Let her know why it wouldn’t hurt her To fall in love with a nigga like me along time ago Sing-a-long now! Xscape- All I wanna do is see ya Bounce with me, bounce with me Grab a partner hit the floor Bounce with me, bounce with me Some clap, clap others stomp But around here we get it crunk when ya Bounce with me, bounce with me All I wanna do is see ya Bounce with me, bounce with me Grab a partner hit the floor Bounce with me, bounce with me Some clap, clap others stomp But around here we get it crunk when ya Bounce with me, bounce with me All I wanna do is see ya Bounce with me, bounce with me Grab a partner hit the floor Bounce with me, bounce with me Some clap, clap others stomp But around here we get it crunk when ya Bounce with me, bounce with me All I wanna do is see ya Bounce with me, bounce with me Grab a partner hit the floor Bounce with me, bounce with me Some clap, clap others stomp But around here we get it crunk when ya Bounce with me, bounce with me Jermaine Dupri- I, I, I wanna see you bounce with me now Take, take, take it down to the ground with me now Shake, shake, shake it all around the town with me now What’cha gon do shorty, what’cha gon do |
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1 2 3 Yeah Inslumnational Underground Thunder pounds when I stomp the ground Wooh Like a million elephants or silver back Orangutangs you can't stop the train Who wants some Don't come unprepared I'll be there but when I leave there Better be a household name The weatherman tellin us it ain't gon rain So now we sittin in a droptop soaking wet In a silk suit trying not to sweat Hittin'somersaults with out the net But this'll be the year that we wont forget 1 9 9 9 Anno Domini anything goes Be what you want to be long as you know consequences are given for living the fence is too high to jump in jail Too low to dig I might just touch hell HOT Get a life now they on sale Then I might cast you a spell Look at what came in the mail a scale and some Arm & Hammer Soul gold grill and a baby mamma Black Cadillac and a pack of pampers Stack of questions with no answers Cure for cancer cure for AIDS Make a nigga want to stay on tour for days Get back home thangs are wrong Well not really it was bad all along Before your left adds up to a ball of power Thoughts at a thousand miles per hour Hello ghetto let your brain breathe Believe there's always mo Owwww Don't pull the thang out unless you plan to bang Bombs over Baghdad yeah yeah Don't even bang unless you plan to hit something Bombs over Baghdad yeah Don't pull the thang out unless you plan to bang Bombs over Baghdad Don't even bang unless you plan to hit something Bombs over Baghdad Uno dos tres it's on Did you ever think a pimp rock a microphone Like that there boy and we still stay street Big things happen every time we meet Like a track team crack fiend dying to geek OutKast bumpin up and down the street Slant back Cadillac about five niggaz deep Seventy five MC's freestyling to the beat Cause we get crunk stay drunk at the club Should've bought an ounce but you copped a dub Should've held back but you threw the punch Supposed to meet your girl but you packed a lunch No D to the U to the G for you Got a son on the way by the name of Bamboo Got a little baby girl four years Jordan Never turned my back on my kids for them Should've hit it quit it rag top Before you RE up get a laptop Make a buisiness for yourself boy set some goals Make a fat diamond out of dusty coals Record number four but we on the road Hold up slow up stop control Like Janet Planet Stankonia's on ya Moving like Floyd comin straight to Florida Lock all your windows then block the corridors Pullin off my belt cause a whippings in order I'd like a three piece fish before I cut your daughter Yo quiero Taco Bell then I hit the border Piti pat rappers trying to get the five I'm a microphone fiend tryin to stay alive When you come to A Town boy you better not hide Cause the Dungeon Family gon ride HA Don't pull the thang out unless you plan to bang Bombs over Baghdad yeah Don't even bang unless you plan to hit something Bombs over Baghdad yeah Don't pull the thang out unless you plan to bang Bombs over Baghdad yeah Don't even bang unless you plan to hit something Bombs over Baghdad yeah Bombs over Baghdad yeah Bombs over Baghdad yeah Bombs over Baghdad yeah Bombs over Baghdad yeah Bob your head rag top Bob your head rag top Bob your head rag top Bob your head rag top Bob your head rag top Bob your head rag top Bob your head rag top Bob your head rag top Bob your head rag top Bob your head rag top Bob your head rag top Bob your head rag top Bob your head rag top Bob your head rag top Bob your head rag top Bob your head rag top Power music electric revival Power music electric revival Power music electric revival Power music electric revival Power music electric revival Power music electric revival Power music electric revival Power music electric revival Power music electric revival Power music electric revival Power music electric revival Power music electric revival Power music electric revival Power music electric revival Power music electric revival |
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You keep bumping me against the wall
Yeah I know I let you slide before But until you seen me...trust me You ain't seen bouncin' back You keep bumping me against the wall Yeah I know I let you slide before But until you seen me...trust me You ain't seen bouncin' back I really be throwin' my words Standing 'em up, and jammin' on the one That ain't nobody but Neptunes bammin' on the drum Swift flip kicks landing from the tongue More dramatic than batman and robin, ba na na na na na The one that be handling they business, be sharper than a thumb tack The one that be dropping these albums, showing 'em how to come back And you gon' respect me and appreciate where I run at You ain't gone piss me off, cause you sorry that you done that I gets meaner, badder, stronger and ferocious You don't even much wanna see the rest I'm coming back mo' fearless, mo' determined to fold the set I ain't even started yet So if you ain't ready you better get ready I know I do it better when I'm being opposed Ah stick ya chest out, keep your chin up 'Cause sometimes you gotta get knocked down to get up You keep bumping me against the wall Yeah I know I let you slide before But until you seen me...trust me You ain't seen bouncin' back You keep bumping me against the wall Yeah I know I let you slide before But until you seen me...trust me You ain't seen bouncin' back No matter what happened that's only once it's shame on you You come up and here and do it again then it's shame on me Sometimes we be getting in trouble we didn't want learn or Sometimes we be getting in trouble we ain't gon' see I accept my wages like the way that I fail I grow, I take 'em in stride and but 'em under my belt I learned from you just like you learned from me I plead, I pray for peace and perfect harmony Somebody said fool you better keep on rapping Stop that trippin', causin it ain't gone happin' I told them look you better mind yo business Change yo' way of thinking and keep on living Done started some trouble and you ain't been out since Cause you stuck inside scared watching CNN Just take the precaution so yo life will be better Tell my friends to call me I ain't accepting no letters You keep bumping me against the wall Yeah I know I let you slide before But until you seen me...trust me You ain't seen bouncin' back You keep bumping me against the wall Yeah I know I let you slide before But until you seen me...trust me You ain't seen bouncin' back You heard about me, yeah you had to Hmm-huh, I know you changed ya mind you ain't the only one with bad news I know that they made you feel strange huh You was right in the middle complainin' and forgot what you was cryin' bout It could be you time and it might be You can't do nothing about it, its God will thats just how life be One day it hit 'cha then its gone And I'm serious and you ain't never even gone feel it until it hit home That's when the pain run sharper and deeper You ain't eat that's when the days feel slow and long I know you miss 'em so it's time to uplift 'em Try to pick the pieces up and find a way to drive on I tell you the truth so don't lie to me Get back Satan don't bother me And that's the way its gotta be And real as ever so I hope you proud of me You keep bumping me against the wall Yeah I know I let you slide before But until you seen me...trust me You ain't seen bouncin' back You keep bumping me against the wall Yeah I know I let you slide before But until you seen me...trust me You ain't seen bouncin' back You keep bumping me against the wall You ain't seen bouncin' back |
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