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Verse One: Erick Sermon, Parrish Smith
The employees of the year, yeah we're back to work I took time off, while all the rappers got jerked Due to the fact that they're wack and their tracks Have to go back and stack 'cause they lack The ingredients . . . EPMD and Scratch for that . . . *DJ Scratch cuts and scratches* Yo, I'm the hip-hopper, plus the show shocker Down with MD, yes the microphone doctor One wrecks, the other destroys And if you think that you're ready to mess (kill the noise) We don't play when it's time to slay I take a cut from my homey, yo, then I lay back and mack and all the rhymes I pack And wait for a sucker to jump and then attack Well, I'm known to be the master in the MC field No respect in eighty-seven, eighty-eight you kneel Cause I produce and get loose, when it's time to perform Wax a sucker like Mop & Glow (that's word born) Smacked a second time, but on a different assignment And do a sucker new jack who needs a rappin alignment Cause I'm the cream of the crop when it's time to do a show Girlies on my jock for my dope intro As I glance at E-Double, kickin microphone wrecker Turn on my cordless, sayin mic checka To the ladies . . . and all party goers Some call me freak, and others slow flower Brothers on my jock, for the way I hold a piece of steel So what you sayin? So what you sayin? Verse Two: Erick Sermon, Parrish Smith Puttin heads to bed, straight out the box MC's, are jumpin out shoes and socks I'm not playin, understand what I'm sayin Catch a sucker in my way, and I'm slayin Takin no shorts, so I'm vital sign You can tell by my lines that I'm gettin mines in eighty-nine, because I'm fine as wine Sit back and recline, watch the sun shine Take a stroll, listen to rock and roll Catch a flick at the movies, dance a bowl What I chose I refuse to slack while I'm back I take a chance jack, so I must attack With knick knack paddywack so I won't lack Oh my style is def, and as deadly as crack While I'm slayin must explain, a sucker is the lame Battle in the trenches where the funky be playin Cause with a partner like E Double don't come a dime a dozen A kin not blood related, but you can call us cousins Cause as we climb the charts, better known as statistics Brothers on my jock while I'm kickin ballistics Droppin hits like I'm Housin, You Gots Ta Chill, and more The proof is in the pudding (yo check the Billboard) People round town talkin this and that Of how we sound like the R, and our music was wack Dropped the album Strictly Business and you thought we was bold Thirty days later, the LP went gold So what you sayin So what you sayin Verse Three: Erick Sermon, Parrish Smith Now party people it's time for the exquisite No knock knock who that over there or who is it It's the E-R-I-C-K, yes the Boy Wonder No fouls no bleeps no bloops or no blunders So hot, so you can say I'm blazin Or Luther Vandross says, yo I am "Sooooooo amazing, and I've been waiting" For a sucker to attack yo me the E-Double Cuz me and PMD is like the funky fresh couple I fight fire with fire, that's why most retired And when we needed a piss boy, you was hired Cause you was Memorex, for that style that we was bringin In an all out battle, P comes out swingin Cause I'm just that type of brother that's out to get mines And if the odds against me, I still drop lines and get mines on time that's why most resign Sit in my LazyBoy chair, relax my head and recline Sip a Pepsi or Coke, with a twist of lime Or crack a forty-oh, and then I go for mine So what you sayin So what you sayin |
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"Kick that shit!" -) Flavor Flav {*scratched*} "City of Compton!" {*scratched*} "City of Compton!" {*echoes*} Cool kickin ass {*scratch*} cool kickin ass {*scratch*} Cool kickin ass {*scratch*} "Kich that shit!" "Pull up a chair.." -) Rakim {*echoes*} [Verse One: Eazy-E] I don't drink brass monkey, like to be funky Nickname Eazy-E yo' 8 ball junkie Bass drum kickin, to show my shit Rappin holdin my dick boy, I don't quit Crowd rockin motherfucker from around the way I got a six-shooter, yo' mean I'm brave Rollin through the hood, to find the boys to kick dust and cuss, crank up some noise Police on my drawers, I have to pause 40 ounce in my lap and it's freezin my balls I hook a right turn and let the boys go past then I say to myself, "They can kiss my ass!" Hip to get drunk got the 8 in my lips Put in the old tape Marvin Gaye's greatest hits Turn the shit up had the bass cold whompin Cruisin through the Eastside, South of Compton See a big ass, and I say word I took a look at the face, and the bitch was to the curb Hoes on my tip for the title I'm holdin Eazy-E's fucked up and got the 8 ball rollin I, was.. "Cool kickin ass" I, was.. "Raised in L.A." I, was.. "Cruisin down the street in my six-fo'" -) Eazy {"Too, much, posse!" -) Flavor Flav} [Verse Two: Eazy-E] Ridin on Slausson lookin for Crenshaw Turned down the sound, to ditch the law Stopped at a light and had a fit cause a Mexican almost wrecked my shit Flipped his ass off, put it to the floor Bottle was empty so I went to the store Nigga on tilt cause I was drunk See a sissy-ass punk, had to go in my trunk Reached inside cause it's like that Came back out with a silver gat Fired at the punk, and it was all because I had to show the nigga what time it was Pulled out the jammy and like a mirage a sissy like that got out of Dodge Sucka on me cause the title I'm holdin Eazy-E's fucked up and got the 8 ball rollin "Fuck it up y'all!" -) repeat 6X {"YEAH!!!", *guitar riff* -) Beastie Boys} [Verse Three: Eazy-E] Olde English 800 cause that's my brand Take it in a bottle, 40, quart, or can Drink it like a madman, yes I do Fuck the police and a 502 Stepped in the party, I was drunk as hell Three bitches already said, "Eric yo' breath smells!" 40 ounce in hand, that's what I got "Yo man you see Eazy earlin in the parkin lot?" Stepped on your foot, cold dissed yo' hoe Asked her to dance and she said, "Hell no!" Called her a bitch cause that's the rule "Bitch, who you callin a bitch?!" Boys in the hood tryin to keep me cool You tell my homeboy you wanna kick my butt I walked in your face and we get 'em up I start droppin the dogs, and wathc you fold Just dumb full of cum, got knocked out cold "Made you look sick you snotty-nosed prick! Now your fly bitch is all over his dick!" Punk got dropped cause the title I'm holdin Eazy-E's fucked up and got the 8 ball rollin "Stomp a mudhole in your ass!" -) Flavor Flav "Stomp a mudhole in your ass, BITCH!" -) Flav [Verse Four: Eazy-E] Pass the brew motherfucker while I tear shit up and y'all listen up close to roll call Eazy-E's in the place I got money and juice Rendezvous with me and we make the deuce Dre makes the beats so god damn funky Do the Olde 8, fuck the brass monkey Ice Cube writes the rhymes, that I say Hail to the niggaz from C.I.A. Crazy D is down and in effect We make hardcore jams, so fuck respect Make a toast punky-punk to the title I'm holdin Eazy-E's fucked up and got the 8 ball rollin {*scratched*} "City of Compton!" {*scratched*} "City of Compton!" {*echoes*} {*scratched*} "City of Compton!" {*scratched to end*} |
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<i>[Master P]</i>
Every soldier got a story to tell <i>[Fiend]</i> I done been through it all Don't ask the way I shoot cuz I done shot (uggh) Put a tank on my block Fiend gone get the scene hot Greens and rocks Burnin' flesh Have you ever smelled nigga? Been tapped up, ready to die from mail niggas Straight goin' to hell But livin' the dirty, dirty Havin' yah mama worry That (?) Tired of being blast at, but didn't cast that I done asked for my life, and right there was laughed at But when I backtracked, (?) Blast back Told 'em to cast that, take these rounds and add that But fact is you don't fuckin' choose yo' wars Or be like me muthafucka and do it with two guns <i>[Chorus-Master P x3]</i> Check my war wounds (uggggh) My war wounds (ugggh) Every soldier got a story to tell <i>[Master P]</i> My adversarys get popped Got me runnin' from cops The ghetto life be a dime Got me carryin' two glocks My enemies is bad Chop limes of grass Drive-bys and rags And representin' red and blue flags See I got fools from the ghetto Like my cousin' Jimmy wear permanent metals My evidence is satus with hoes Bloody Polos Pullin' in car do's And cut up Jabos <i>[Chorus-Master P x2]</i> <i>[Silkk the Shocker]</i> I'm down tah blast for my homies And cash for my homies Even if I'm old G I'll be down to ride and die If the hood call me That's why I be hustin' every day Could you imagine me with no stash? Like a bank with no cash Tryna' drive a car with no gas And fuck one day with no tag? Shotgun with no class Window with no glass Or all you girls with no ass See I'm a risky rider Caliope crawler A Down South Hustla Plus a head buster from New Orleans See I gotta be a paid nigga A made nigga Be the nigga to bust yo' shit And the nigga tah be the grave digga See my tattoos reveal some of the shit I done did But the move of other niggas that bout it Feel the shit I do just tah live See I been scared, popped at, and shot at But I live an eye for eye So the enemies I ain't forgot that <i>[Chorus-Master P x2]</i> <i>[Mystikal]</i> It's real, shit's real check my war wounds This here real life, ain't no fuckin' cartoons I'm the Saudi Arabian death killin' veteran on the tube Either me or you right here Come back and hang out in my room I done shot my rifle, trained to kill Got blood on my fatiques Once you in ain't no turnin' back Lay yo' ass over seas Might as well handle your business There's no overcome to this shit Be on yo' Ps and Qs nigga Don't cry like no bitch You see a weak nigga, that's a beat nigga And fuck a stead nigga, that's a dead nigga Tell my mama not to worry bout me why I'm gone If I die bitch, box me up and ship me back home Bury me in the N.O. with my stripes on my chest Tell them muthafuckas that I did my best Middle finga pointin' sayin' fuck Iraq If you don't believe me check my combat pack <i>[Chorus-Master P x3]</i> <i>[Snoop Dogg]</i> I got a muthafuckin' story to tell Nigga, nigga what? A muthafuckin' story to tell (What?) Fool, I got a muthafuckin' story tah tell And every nigga in the jail cell knows it well I shank niggas, bank niggas Do mo' fo' show Seven cluckas, fake dough Stayin' way cut throat I hang out, slang out, at hotel rooms Up all night gettin' in gun fights I strike my head on the wall Seven Eight ward Eastside, rollin' dubs Call me big Snoop Dogg Follow me, and you'll see how Gs move It's written on my face I takes my war wounds Been around drama since me and my mama Use to listen to oldies That's why I'm so old G Look, when half of you niggas couldn't come outside When ya'll was learnin how tah sing I was learnin' how tah bang and ride Fo' sho' bro, I told yah Im'a gangsta soulja, blowin' doja What a story tah tell.. |
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You're about to witness something
you never thought you'd witness before Check this out Welcome to the house the D O double G built We got honey cream silk and milk We make that big bank and keep that big shank Just in case we get slapped into the home we take Nigga don't think Dogg slips at allI make chips for crips and the beat dogs True niggas do niggas hey you niggas Can't get with us 'cause we rip shit up It's Mack Dime and D O dub Here's a toast to the most westcoast love Fo sho though I let you know from the get go Pullin on my endo rollin through the Wood with my kin dog Not De La Soul but fresh on parole Now it's all about the hustle with the pebbles on swole I'm know to the peoples as the Inglewood swanger Been rollin gold Danas since a BG banger It's a dog eat dog world in the city that I'm claimin And niggas say we bangin 'cause our colors be flamin But I'd rather push crack let the bank roll stack I show Snoop how to whoop and then I front him a sack Nigga better blue tennis shoes tidy with our body As I fall into the Mack 10 listenin party Got greeted by some niggas who I never knew Cold thing about it is that the niggas kept it true Inglewood family is what they claim to bang Street Rue and Maddog I think that was his name But anyway what can I say Oh by the way it's anybody 'kay So when you in LA or nigga round my way Give me a holler on the 310 or 213 yeah Long Beach with the ING Long Beach with the ING Long Beach with the ING I'm makin green in the rap scene from coast to coast And rollin three wheel motion from the woods to the ocean See Snoop and Tray Dee in the LBC And wasn't nobody trippin just cool as can be No harm up in norm so the hatas got bigger But they figure platinum niggas keep a gold plated trigger And that's fo sho though you know how it go Jump in the low low and bang with the homies fuck a hoe So keep away crack and leave your bullet proof vest Dogg there ain't no need for that we headed west to the QS Game recognize game and it always should It's all good and you niggas got a passion Inglewood Whoever trip get caught up in the middle like Monie That's on the one and only I keep the big homies for the phonies So let it be known from my hood to your town That connect game niggas is straight down with the Pound Now all my peoples in the LBC pull up a chair and have a dime bag on me See we be DPG in this we in this thang to make hits and bump abitch and maintain 'cause the more better you get the more cheddar you get The more shit you talk the more wet up you get See I found out quick don't say shit Just take care of yours and handle it quick Yeah it don't stop for Biggie or Tupac Niggas been gettin shot on my block But we got to make a change and the thang is this I keep my heater by my seater just in case y'all twist But I wish upon a star To stay down with Mack Dime pushin caviar The real recognize the real I'll kill for that nigga ING DPG deal with it nigga for real Long Beach with the ING Long Beach with the ING They live on the streets and they hustle for fame Some claim twenty crip but most claim insane See it's not a lifestyle it's a full time job And if you live in Long Beach it's like a macabre From blunt to blunt everybody's bad And if you don't know where you at you better tuck in your rag Push heat on the street with Chuck D's on his feet Makin money slangin tapes up out the Compton swap meet Up jumps the boogie some niggas gang bang So keep a big steel if it's a real G Thang But I kick back relax count hundreds by the stacks And keep the yay on the stove till the whole key cracks Ain't a busta in the crew so I'm callin all hogs It's connect gang rollin with the Pound and Snoop Dogg And everythang all gravy like it's 'posed to be It's Long Beach with the Ingledub O O D city Long Beach with the ING Long Beach with the ING Long Beach with the ING Long Beach with the ING Long Beach with the ING Long Beach with the ING Long Beach with the ING Long Beach with the ING Long Beach with the ING Long Beach with the ING |
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Intro: [Silkk, Mystikal]
Chorus: [Silkk, Mystikal] We can't stop now bitch!!! We can't stop, and you can't stop us, so bitch don't try. We TRU soldiers, we don't die, we don't die, we don't die. (2X) 1st Verse: [Mystikal] I'm bout my paper, my paper, important people on my pager. I might not drink Alize', but I'll smoke you under the table. Don't make me peel your potato, don't make the devil your neighbor. I MIGHT NOT BE NOTHING TO YOU, BUT I'M THE SHIT ON THIS LABEL!!! Five hundred words might make it hard to digest what I say, but five up in the morning, see me on the billboards y'all gonna keep it that way. Hold on as tight as you can, whatever you do, don't loosen your grip, not only are they anticipating your every move they're waiting for you to slip!!! But like I told you before, we not gonna fall, put a banana in the tailpipe, I'm not bout livin' in no six by six, wearing no muthafuckin' jail stripes. Been Bout It from the start nigga, we raw nigga, you don't wanna, go to, war nigga. We superstar niggas, you know who we are niggas. From poverty in the projects, to livin' large niggas. It take one hell of a combination, to get what we got, we soldiers on a mission, and you can't stop us!!! Chorus 2nd Verse: [Silkk The Shocker] Nigga wanna START SHIT, that they know they can't finish. By far niggas wanna go to war, but they know when they ain't winning. Fixin' to keep this bitch jumpin, like a muthafuckin', second line, Been Bout It, and I'll be rowdy, and you gonna know it by my, second rhyme. No Limit chain around my neck, so check, and respect the sign, y'all wanna play, but I guarantee that you won't play, a second time. Sometime I'm in camoflauge and sometime I'm in all black, y'all wanna go to war with us, wit you knowin' we all strapped!!! Fuck it, pop it, don't stop it, cuz I drop, by no means, look, bitches dyin' like a dope fiend, while he have on a pair of old jeans. Nigga what? Pistols we all got, sometimes it's all glocks, keep one in the chamber for danger and make sure they all cocked. Went from a, small knot to a tall knot, nigga please, I got all the G's for breakin' these Ki's down to all rocks. Blow up the spot till it's all hot, surround the world together cuz y'all not, nigga we ain't gon stop jus cuz y'all stop then it's our props. If you wanna get it started, then let's started, but let's do it right, but if you wanna get started, get started, let's do it TONIGHT!!! Likely to get your head busted, lined in some chalk. Chorus (2X) |
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<i>[Intro: Ice Cube]</i>
Hey, living in a California cage--ya'll trying to study me Gangbangin' a never die--it's too much love You always gonna get niggas like us, you know what I mean God damn--how many more motherfuckin' penatentaries ya'll gonna build How many jars you gonna try to put us in You know what I'm saying Killa county is a state, murda <i>[repeat 4X]</i> <i>[Ice Cube]</i> Can't none of ya'll niggas fuck with none of these niggas These triggas we's killas (hahaha) Sittin' on the porch in between legs Wit a bitch French braiding my head Leave 'em til they matted forearm tatted What's the Connection bitch you looking at it It don't stop I hit mo' licks than it Takes to get to the center (once, two, three) of a blow pop And it's gonna take a miracle To drive a car this color down Imperial Yeah, I got heart but ain't trying to see Marcia Clark (Punk ass nigga) So let's wait till it get dark So many foe's walk in my ?? It's like the international, house of pancakes All on the grass, every bitch passed A first not last, when we all hit the ass Doin' tricks jacked up like a six (what) One Pussy, and thirteen dicks Gangsta's don't dance we boogie (ahhh) Niggas run out and get ya cookie <i>[Westside]</i> Killa county is a state, murda <i>[repeat 4X]</i> <i>[W.C.]</i> Who's that dumpin' out that window hoo riding (westsiide) Nobody survives when I got my steel up Throwing my shit up pulling the trigga What the fuck you lookin' at nigga <i>[whistle]</i> True blue when I bust Leavin' bodies hangin' like the tongue of my chucks Chalk another one, homicidal in the G ride I swear I'm killing every nigga standing outside Letting 'em have it With my double barrel sawed off I'm smoking everybody nigga bitches and all Stretch 'em out in broad daylight muthafuck the witnesses Eyes big as golf balls from the funny cigarette <i>[haha]</i> As the sun frowns on my forehead I sweat murder which makes me a walking dead man Man bringing more bad news than shlepp rock When I bust shots W.C. keep the hammer cocked The gangsta, the killa, and the dope deala <i>[repeat 4X]</i> <i>[Mack 10]</i> What's crackin Well, it's the nigga that's housin' the scene I got pounds of green and birds sittin' on the triple beams I put it down on and off the record my flats a Double decker, marble floors all checkered Now what can I say every bitch I lay be pure and Bombay like Peruvian yae So I brag and I boast man I got the most, man I make more deliveries than the postman My homie Carlito plug me with the amigos an Now it's kilos five and six double zeros Now what's next I'm stuck like a Kotex Blindin' niggas with the buggas in my Rolex With my aces o-t on a regular basis We got pauveted faces fightin' federal cases Cause ain't nothin' reala' than niggas gettin' they scrilla Like a gangsta, a killa But Mack I'll be the dope deala Killa county is a state, murda <i>[repeat 4X]</i> The gangsta the killa and the dope deala (murda) <i>[repeat 8X]</i> Damn it's a trip, all these cameras goin up I cant go here, I can't go there I feel institutionalized And i'm on the street |
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Where them thugs at, there they go
Where them thug girls at, there they go Where them ballers at, there they go If you came to get buck then throw yo' hood up Where them thugs at, there they go Where them thug girls at, there they go Where them ballers at, there they go If you came to get buck then throw yo' hood up I pull up at the club, drinkin' and I'm gettin' loose I'm V.I.P., I ain't thinkin' how I'm gettin' through I'm chillin' with P and I'm actin' the fool When your girl see the Tank then I'm snatchin' your boo I'm in the 'llac, Halleluyah in the Coupe My dawgs in the back with the gats and the food Yeah, it's young Drumma, straight from the slums of Where niggaz shine to stay on the come up Niggaz jealous from the ice on my neck Don't be alarmed nigga 'cause I'm nice with the tec Shorty lookin' right in her dress When I took her home, skipped talk, right into sex Yep, I'm the truth, you the other man You think you're hot but I'll prove you're like an oven fan I got them broads sayin', "Dude, so wicked" Straight from the South man, New No Limit, yeah Where them thugs at, there they go Where them thug girls at, there they go Where them ballers at, there they go If you came to get buck then throw yo' hood up Where them thugs at, there they go Where them thug girls at, there they go Where them ballers at, there they go If you came to get buck then throw yo' hood up You can find us on the block with that rock boy I'm a New No Limit Soldier, not a hot boy Put my name on the ward, I'm a legend like Hook Posted up on the block with the killers and crooks Ghetto Bill could never be no stunna, nigga What I got, cars for the winter and summer, nigga You don't know me, keep my name out your motherfuckin' mouth 'Fore I send some fuckin' killers to yo' house And the game get real, so niggaz pack steel When some shit pop off, you better get it how you live From the city, where we don't give a fuck about snitches We in the club V.I.P., finger fuckin' some bitches So where them ballers at, shot callers at I'm like Warren G shorty, gimme alla dat Before I leave, baby girl, you could slip me the digits And later on you could play with the lizard, you heard me? Where them thugs at, there they go Where them thug girls at, there they go Where them ballers at, there they go If you came to get buck then throw yo' hood up Where them thugs at, there they go Where them thug girls at, there they go Where them ballers at, there they go If you came to get buck then throw yo' hood up |
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[Chorus:Repeat x4]
Only if you want it Yes I really want it Can I get an eye open up Eazy locin' up Smokin' up Much dust like a nut what Give it up for the real stuff Shut the what up Back the shut up what Hustler from the hood hoe Hopin' and mud rub The finishin' touches Would sure went rubbers Comin' in bunches Could serve like lunches Hold ya horses here's where the source is Not very tall but never took a short kid With a clip to claw Wouldn't draw McGraw I trick a law before all and all I'm raw A naughty shorty, sporty with a forty A laddy takin' tours, just to plan an orgy A nasty critter, any hoe hitter Hated my babysitter cause she wouldn't let me hit her Now get up on it, on and on get on it And I will pump it, only if you want it. [Chorus] Here's something from the ding dong cause I really care how long ya been strong grown Here comes the switch dome chrome Couldn't hang with the king Out the rudder but I call for a yes y'all toots My style is just as fresh as a dusch bush I face ya fact throw a heck just like woody wooder And if I left that means I should of booger Here's a new track, for all the new jacks I'm kickin' it the hardest so gimmie my shoes back So I live when I step it's the pimp And I rep so make a right and get left quick So try to play strong and long gone The flow is kinda funky but far from Armstrong Get up on it, on and on get on it And I will pump it, only if you want it. [Chorus] Ooooooh a new jack! a new jack! Kid I swear I saw a puddy cat Back back smack, here comes a witty black Endin' in a skull high I'm bout to show why Eazy's fillin' caps cause my gat's in the low ride Bang when the gat sneaks, two in the back seat My homie rides shotgun waitin' to spot one Duh is a fool who don't ride to slide to a ride I'm shudder shakin' the place when I start hey So don't butter, Eazy-E but a park hey The only thing to flow these now to be fly is a feather I see the smilin' faces of while they sick Ya know me better, hard Rodney kid Gettin' Cali kid, now ya know it boy Left up in the alley dead Now get up on it, on and on get on it And I will pump it, only if you want it. [Chorus] |
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We been holding back to motherfucking long
Nigga fuck the dumb shit It's time to represent nigga It's time to represent nigga It's time to let you niggas now man I'm the conscious in the toolbox that's coming for the carpenter I'm the mirror and the comb clipping the scissors that come from the Barber the godfather I'm one of the brand new number 2 pencils out the pencil sharpener I'm the scarlet water out the delta faucet I'm the rhyming I'm the artist I'm vomit in the toilet I'm the comet when it charges I'm the drama in New Orleans I'm the vegetables that grow in the garden All the weeds, dope,and coke at the parties I'm the M.I.C.H.A.E.L Tyler I'm the loud blackka, blackka, wakka, wakka coming rom behind yah I'm the stitches of the shirt that make the polo man trill inside the Timberland I'm the bells on trigger man Who? me that's who I'm the voice in the microphone coming from the booth I'm the ground when you think I'm the file on the shank I'm the pile in the bank I'm the round off the tank I'm that nigga Mystikal And I'm the Dogg That's that nigga I like to hustle and ball We them niggas Yeah tru tank dogs They them niggas You don't want to fuck wit at all I'm that nigga Mystikal And I'm the Dogg That's that nigga I like to hustle and ball We them niggas Yeah tru tank dogs They them niggas You don't want to fuck wit at all Knuckle up nigga, knuckle up nigga If you sleeping I'm sneaking buckle up nigga Knuckle up nigga, knuckle up nigga If you sleeping I'm tripping buckle up nigga I'm in a club in New Orleans Just got finished eating a patch of chicken wings and some collard Greens I'm down south in the house straight turning it out Got bitches in my face and I can slap they mouth With all the shit that they be tweaking Nigga be speaking Game leaking, but I'm streaking Snoop Dogg ain't leaking My game tough and tight See ain't nothing like This G-shit nigga LBC shit nigga I'm feeling I'ma fall of in this club tonight Where my old lady at, I'm trying to find a fight In this motherfucker mad drunk, stupid and shit Ready to take off on this moteherfuckin' trick ass bitch Old pussy ass nigga olooking at ne strange Like he don't know what gang I claim I'ma doggpound gangsta till I fall off the planet God damnit, don't take it for granted bitch I'm that nigga Mystikal And I'm the Dogg That's that nigga I like to hustle and ball We them niggas Yeah tru tank dogs They them niggas You don't want to fuck wit at all I'm that nigga Mystikal And I'm the Dogg That's that nigga I like to hustle and ball We them niggas Yeah tru tank dogs They them niggas You don't want to fuck wit at all Knuckle up nigga, knuckle up nigga If you sleeping I'm sneaking buckle up nigga Knuckle up nigga, knuckle up nigga If you sleeping I'm trippin buckle up nigga I'm that nigga Mystikal And I'm the Dogg That's that nigga I like to hustle and ball We them niggas Yeah tru tank dogs They them niggas You don't want to fuck wit at all I'm that nigga Mystikal And I'm the Dogg That's that nigga I like to hustle and ball We them niggas Yeah tru tank dogs They them niggas You don't want to fuck wit at all Knuckle up nigga, knuckle up nigga If you sleeping I'm sneaking buckle up nigga Knuckle up nigga, knuckle up nigga If you sleeping I'm trippin buckle up nigga Bitch get your mind right mind right, get your mind right [Repeat: x6] Boot up, or shut up Pussy ass nigga Put your set up,or shut up Bitch ass nigga Put your set up,or shut up Bitch ass nigga Put your set up,or shut up Bitch ass nigga Where they at ho [Repeat: x6] |
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(CHORUS:(Repeat twice))
(Mac) Now when I step on the set They say he did that Pull up in the six hundred stretch They say he did that Presidential wit the baggates They say he dad that He did that, (no limit) He did that. (Mac) I got a house with a pool in the back And every girl I used to know she tryin' to do it wit Mac And even the ones with them big ol' butts They become sluts when a nigga ball Feelin' small cause my middle finger at y'all Can I ball?, let me take y'all niggas back in '96 When I was two seconds from robbing niggas for they shit Bustin' niggas in they shit Privileges from me and my niggas, til this day ain't nobody seein' my niggas. There was a line between the real and the fake But it's gotten thinner, everybody's a pretender Even people I'm kind ta', Bitches in my hood yellin', "Where them dollars at?" "Bitch get's yours!" is what I holler back, cause I'ma mack Hey, yo Mr Big Paper, you wanna get wit that, don't you? You ol' dog, always take the girls how much I called you How I be jockin you, but you don't be telling them hoes how I be knocking you Get in them pants and give it to my naggas to (CHORUS:(Repeat twice)) Now when I step on the set They say he did that Pull up in the six hundred stretch They say he did that Presidential wit them baggetes They say he did that He did that, (no limit) He did that (Silkk the Shocker) When I roll up in the stretch, They be like "He did that" You know there's money involved, we gotta flip that Tell whodi in the back, I'm tryin' to get that I'm tryin' to do something to see if she's wit that So won't you wobble wobble And watch her shake it shake it Then drop it drop it, then break it break it Then I whisper in her ear and tell her what I'm trying to do Cause I'm a thug girl, even though chicks might find me cute Fate, I doubt that, me and my soldiers about that We cock locks and drop the top and hop up out that Catch me ridin' up in a 4 door Bentley This chrome look good on 19 but even better on 20's Tattooed up, this is my click and we a bunch of fools Boy ya'll gone floss with your lil' jewels, we make y'all put y'all jewels up(bling bling) Lil' Tigger we gon bent that Them call for small for me and my dogs Them boys goin' to stretch that. (CHORUS:(Repeat twice)) Now when he steps on the six They say he did that Pull up in the six hundred stretch They say he did that Presidential wit them baggets They say he did that He did that, (no limit) He did that |
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I heard payback's a motherfucking nigga
That's why I'm sick of gettin treated like a goddamn stepchild Fuck a punk cause I ain't him You gotta deal with the nine-double-limb The damn scum that you all hate Just think if niggas decide to retaliate They try to keep me from running up I never tell you to get down it's all about coming up So what they do go and ban the ak? My shit wasn't registered any fucking way So you better duck away run and hide out When I'm rolling real slow and the lights out Cause I'm about to fuck up the program Shooting out the window of a drop-top brougham When I'm shooting let's see who drop The police the media and suckers that went pop And motherfuckers that say they too black Put em overseas they be begging to come back They say keep em on gangs and drugs Yyou wanna sweep a nigga like me up under the rug Kicking shit called street knowledge Why more niggas in the pen than in college? Now cause of that line I might be your cellmate That's from the nigga ya love to hate Break Fuck you ice cube Yeah, ha-ha, it's the nigga you love to hate Fuck you ice cube Ay yo baby, your mother warned you about me It's the nigga you love to hate Yo, you ain't doing nothing pops Yo, you ain't doing nothing pops for the brothers What you got to say for yourself? You do like how I'm living? well, fuck you Once again it's on, the motherfucking psycho Ice cube the bitch killa cap peeler Yo runnin through the line like bo It's no pot to piss in I put my fist in Now who do ya love to hate Cause I talk shit and down the eight-ball Cause I don't fake you're begging I fall off The crossover might as well cut them balls off And get your ass ready for the lynching The mob is droppin common sense and We'll gank in the pen will shank Any tom dick and hank or get the ass Fake it ain't about how right or wrong you live But how long you live I ain't with the bullshit I meet cold bitches no hoes Don't wanna sleep so I keep popping no-doz And tell the young people what they gotta know Cause I hate when niggas gotta live low And if you're locked up I dedicate my style in From san quentin to rykers island We got em afraid of the funky shit I like to clown so pump up the sound In the jeep make the old ladies say Oh my God wait it's the nigga ya love to hate Break Fuck you ice cube Yeah come on fool It's the nigga you love to hate Fuck you ice cube Yeah run up punk It's the nigga you love to hate Yo, who the fuck you think you are calling girls bitches? You ain't all that That's all I hear, bitch, bitch I ain't nobody's bitch A bitch is a.... Soul train done lost they soul Just call it train cause the bitches look like hoes I see a lotta others damn It almost look like the bandstand You ask me did I like arsenio About as much as the bicentennial I don't give a fuck about dissing these fools cause they all scared of The ice cube And what I say what I portray and all that And ain't even seen the gat I don't wanna see no dancing I'm sick of that shit listen to the hit Cause yo if I look and see another brother On the video tryin to out-dance each other I'm a tell t-bone to pass the bottle And don't give me that shit about role model It ain't wise to chastise and preach Just open the eyes of each Cause laws are made to be broken up What niggas need to do is start loc-ing up And build mold and fold theyself into shape Of the nigga ya love to hate |
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[Verse 1]
Now here we go, y'all gotta play this (Why?) 'Cause the others are so scared to say this Now tell me, what am I supposed to do About a sucker like you who ain't never paid dues? Slapper, hip-happer, you're gettin' wacker Your girl better step, or I just might jack her Smack her like a gangster, but I don't bang I gank suckers like you for thick gold chains (He don't deserve it) Hell nah So take it off your neck 'Cause Goddamn, you ain't comin' correct What's this, a sucker duck holdin' a mic? And like Keith Sweat said, somethin' just ain't right Seems nowadays everybody wanna be a rapper Down wit' crews But they ain't never paid dues Suckers perpetratin', playin' hardcore Punks, I bet you worked at a flower store You know what eats me up the most? Is when a sucker just started and thinks he's high post You ain't pay a nann due in your life Talkin' 'bout a new style, you know who you sound like? KRS, Chuck D, Kool Moe, as one Yellin' on the mic like ya name was Run You'se a peon, went and bought a pair of Lee's Now all of a sudden you supposed to be an MC? Yo, that's wack, it just ain't right You only stood on one stage in your whole damn life Now you want respect, hey yo, you'se a fool Everybody wanna rap, but they ain't paid dues [Verse 2] I can still remember way, way back in the days The times me and Aladdin dreamed of gettin' paid Standin' outside just to pull in the jacks To earn a little money to drop a dope track Back in the days I drove a raggedy Dodge Couldn't afford a studio, so we used a garage Aladdin used to grab a gang of disco breaks One turntable and a broken 808 My little brother Tunes and Frank, they hung around all night To make sure that the demo was tight Didn't have an enigneer, if you know what I mean Aladdin did it all at the age of 16 Gifted, uplifted, straight gangsta Mack Suckers had me playin' the back But thanks to Ice-T I got my foot in the door Now I'ma rock the mutha-(uh) till it ain't no more We paid dues [Verse 3] I knew a brother who used to dress just like a faggot Real tight jeans, some boots and leather jackets Homie as hell, he never came outside 'Cause everytime I came around, he used to run and hide Spoiled like a brat, had everything he wanted And when he walked, he switched like a woman Rode a pink bike, man, the sucker was soft Had to be in before the street lights came on Yo, just the other day I turned my radio on The Mack Attack kicked on a brand new song I didn't know what it was, I never heard it before But the record was smooth and hardcore I said to myself, "Hey yo, I gotta see this group." So I called up Aladdin and the rest of the crew Grabbed the nine wit' the hollow point tip Stepped in the party with a gangster limp Took a look at the stage, and yo, whaddya know? The same old faggot from a long time ago From real tight jeans and the go-go boots He went to Pendeltons and a khaki suit Now tell me, ain't this a blip? Somebody need to slap the perpetrator in the lip Yesterday he was a mamma's boy, now he's rappin? Foolin' the crowd because he got you all clappin' And tappin', an example of what I'm tryin' to prove A sucker like this who ain't never paid dues So to those who wanna rap, I'm pertainin' to you Before you pick up a mic, you gotta pay dues, word Let the story be told That's the way it is You got to pay yo' dues Low Profile definitely in the buildin', ya dig? W.C., DJ Aladdin Frank, Crazy Tunes, Jazzy D Abracadabra, DJ Aladdin We outta here |
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