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from 504 Boyz - Goodfellas (2000)
Master p: yo silk where you at nigga?
Silk the Shocker: I"m right here nigga whas' happenin'? Master p: Nigga they be some bustaz that be after us, ya heard Mystikal: Say nigga what you mean bustaz? Master p: Man nigga these bustaz tryina hate us and shit Mystikal: Shit, nigga we'll take they asses out Master p: Nigga you know it Rap 1(Master p) Yo i aint gon' let no busta jump me ima knock his ass on tha floot before he can plead that nigga gonna hit so bad he gon' bleed shit yall niggaz best beleive me (Mytsikal) uh huh hell yeah 504 is here bustin up niggaz that dont give a fuck bustin up niggaz that wont give it up (Silk the Shocker) nigga i had to put up wit this shit before and shit nigga this fuckin bullshit aint gon happen no more i beat yo motherfuckin ass you whore so dont kock at my motherfuckin door (lil romeo) romeo right here them bustaz actin queer when i break the beer and i shoot da deer they aint come near cuz i am here chorus them niggaz aint got shit them niggaz aint got it them niggaz actin pretty stupid them niggaz tryina make some new shit Rap 2 (Fiend) ima kill yall hataz thas fo fure you aint fuckin wit us stupid ass ho lets bust it up on 4 1 2(wha) 3 and 4 here we are knockin at your door now give us the dough stupid ass ho (Master p) sing the chorus one more time and nigga stay away from that ho she mine chorus x8 (Master p) this shit some 504 boy shit nigga some no limit record ha ha ha ha ah ha ha word up (snoop dogg) bow wow wow thas some mutherfuckin shit and how keep it korupt music fade |
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from 504 Boyz - Goodfellas (2000)
Ain't no block too hot
Me and my niggas bout to open up shop Hot boy nigga grab the glock So me and my niggas we can sell our rocks Ain't no block too hot Me and my niggas bout to open up shop Hot boy nigga grab the glock So me and my niggas we can sell our rocks Every bag of that raw We hustle in the park From dusk to dawn nigga From dawn to dark Now if you tweakin, boy You better be creepin But if you beefin, nigga You bout to be sleepin Me and my dogs We don't fuck with you cats Go to the pen Don't fuck with no rats See this shit is real I sleep with one eye open See in the ghetto Niggas gotta be pistol totin A thousand fuckin' grams That's what I'm workin' with Come short on the D You know what you twerkin' wit It's murder, 187 I represent the third ward We tote mac 11's If I die, write my name in the sky My niggas bust yo' ass Yall gon' know why (baby) *Roll roll roll ya dough Up and down the street On the first and fifteenth you don't have my money Me and my boys we gon' bring that heat (ya heard me) X2 It's a problem I ain't get my hands dirty wit ya Till gon' come get ya Chopper split ya A young soldier Plottin' to rule the world with riches Ask P to use this Hummer so I can fuck some bitches Run the block all week Trying to dodge the cops Niggas prayin' on my death before my album drops My niggas wearin wires Feds tappin' my phone Send a check to IRS so they can leave me alone Told my dog believe you we can rule the world He didn't listen He'd rather stuff his nose with furl They found him dead in the project Brains on the ground When you a fiend That's the way the game go down *Repeat (X2) I'm from the ? chopper too! Come fuckin' around wit me ain't no tellin' what I'ma do! Put my foot so far up yo' ass I'd probably lose my shoe! That nigga chokin! Motherfucker coughin' up blood Well fuck the Heimlich maneuver You don't want that drama to come to you! Yo' mama to come do you! Cuz HOT IRON will run ya through ya! You and yo' dudes don't be around cuz you'll catch a contact If you ain't got beef wit a nigga Don't be 'round beef You won't be on yo' back Oh it ain't my fault We'll dead these niggas Can't move we infrared these niggas We'll do these niggas Black proof these niggas Close casket these boys Black suit these niggas We'll blast these niggas Walk past these niggas And ride on these bustas Just keep mashin these niggas And after we do it We'll toss the tec And ghetto Plus I know not else but to fuckin' floss the set You ain't gotta ask who's hot Who's on top I gotta question to ask yall foreal Tru or not If I got two guns I'm sure one gon' bust If I got two niggas wildin' out When I bust, one gon' duck The one that's wildin' the most That's the one I'ma bust He still trippin' after that I'ma give him two cuz he don't think one was enough *Repeat (X2) |
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from 504 Boyz - Goodfellas (2000)
What what what what what
*Who talkin noise? We makin noise 504 boy Playin with them big toys X4 Look Motherfuckers its mac The one who pump slugs in your back Lyrical attacka Keep it ghetto like black lacqua Camo'd assasin To the best the epitomy Of a soulja Bustin like I got chips up on my shoulda Hold your horses I come through like "whatchu wanna do?" Murder who? I kill that whole crew with a 2-2 These niggaz rookie I crush em like pink cookies Dont fuck with me When im broke Pissed off And my bitch aint given me no nookie Kinda glad P took me Off the streets to make duckies Now I take supermodels to hotels And make whoopie Pull they hair Call em out they names Dont you like that? Then I give my lil sister the cash So she strike that Niggaz like mac Rock mercedez benz toe bustas And I only shop at them military Stores cousin Solja rag on my eyes till I die Nigga what? Im a Tank Dogg These niggaz is just mutts (ARF!) *Repeat (X2) My nigga Jeff just got 30 years Fuck MC Went in a house Found a safe with about 3 bricks Thats that punk bitch Deuce-A Sweatin my niggaz He wont rest until my whole click's Doin some figgaz Can we ride on my enemy's late tonite? A young nigga With a .45 Bustin on site What I might Is whether bleed with passion See this drug game to me Is like a fatal attraction Salvation from this life Thats what I need See these jealous ass niggaz Wont let me breathe Will I succeed in this cold world? Pray for me please I dont get caught up in this rap life A dying disease Over seas is where they come from We know who sent them If them bitches six-teenth I believe ill get them I aint fuckin with no new niggaz Believe im ballin If I ever go to jail Big Boz im callin Will my real niggaz ride for me? Believe they will If I get killed Bring me back to the IvoryVille Nigga *Repeat (X2) They say only god can judge me My peepz say "yeah there be world war 3 Prolly in the year 2 G But livin this street life I'm thuggin and ready to rumble With any nigga that ready to tussle Motherfucker I feel as if im at the edge of my life So I give it to them raw In the heat of the night I ain't hard to find Im the nigga with the two 9's Next to the Last Don Nigga thugged out for mine A Made Man The Bossalinie of the scenery And be full of that greenery When you peepin me Im full of that crime family Im on the grind and I can handle that I aint trappin I gotta weigh that shake Ima hit them with these ghetto ingredients Some ghetto dope Go round tweekin And get D.I.G. Thats me im a young nigga Fuck around with me dog And y'all get done nigga *Repeat (X4) |
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from 504 Boyz - Goodfellas (2000)
Our mission is to get money, power, and bitches, ya heard me?
ha ha (hootie hoo) *Where you at whodi? I'm over here whodi I'm in dat 5, dat 0, to da 4, ya heard X4 We drive Excursions with TV's Bubble eye humvees A mouth full of gold teeth and i represent that CP3 Where my niggaz on the block boy Open up shop boy and they'll kill ya for them rocks boy Gimme some money, dollars and I'ma give you 400 back Give it to me in powder and imma change it into crack I'm tryna change my life but im tired of bein broke Thats why I post up with my niggaz and we hustle by the store *Repeat (X2) (Where you at whodi?) I'm over here Shaggy Smokin my do-do in the mo-mo in the black navi Bitches will love to have me, because I'm livin lavish I'll take some pussy but head is what really makes me happy I'm downtown in the 9th ward, Saint Claude Friday night when the boulevard is full of beacoup broads I'm on the scene full of Henny New Orleans love me so I ain't gotta spend a fuckin penny I let em know that I'm a 504 boy from across the Canal... ...And I'm from the 12th, I roll by myself and if you can't tell, I'm bad for your health Bitch im the man, keep up if you can Yall niggaz cant stand it When i come with them uptown niggaz from the 504 with a gun in both hands I'm the tracks, I'm the wheel on the tanks I live on the bill in the banks I come in and do my thang Where the motherfucka that think I'm playin? *Repeat (X2) Life in the bricks, believe me niggaz we live it If they ain't made it yet then bitch they gotta build it Money to the ceiling, I used to sell rocks on blocks Fuckin round wit Master P, nigga got NY socks Whodi I'm hot, enough cash to buy yall blocks Trucks...hold, I got NYPD locked I'm a killa nigga, raw dog guerrilla nigga Try to download the spot cuz willow was hot nigga When I come through I come through wild Come through foul, come through loud Run through the crowd, run 2000 Come through this kickin like its kung-fu style From the front to the rear whodi, it's No Limit year whodi (Yo Silkk where you at?) I'm in this No Limit gear whodi *Repeat (X2) Where I'm at? I'm over here, in the project on the block Im C-Murder, I'm bout dat drama nigga Fuck you and your mamma Incarcerate me if you could But you gotta find me in the hood Im foreva gettin blunted Nigga, No Limit niggaz keep comin Never runnin from them bitches Dumpin fools up in ditches And snitches, I give em motherfuckin stitches Dat 504, tha Calliope, we rattle street and rust ya blade Duck nigga, watch yo head, it could be ya early grave Check your rearview, lock them doors Beat your hoes and cock ya shit Count your money by the bit and get TRU niggaz in your clique nigga N-O, L-I, M-I to the T It's just a bunch of crazy motherfuckers just like me *Repeat (X4) |
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from 504 Boyz - Goodfellas (2000)
Yo', this Jay-tweezie
keepin it live off the heezie fo' cheezy with them 504 Boyz you dig, check it This here is to played loud as possible Preferably in residential neighborhoods and night clubs Grab your shorty and let's go *Now won't you wobble wobble Let me see you shake it, shake it Now won't you drop it, drop it Ohh, take it, take it X2 You already know what's happenin' when I step in this bitch And I know you've heard of me, cause I'm right there off of GT and Derbigny You've been 'bout serving it, every since you heard my song I got you bucked up, you want that camouflage love, huh You got me fucked up I just want to see you wobble, like your momma's won that lotto Like your daddy full of that bottle Like your brother when he caught them hollows Like them G.T. bitches, them Saint T. bitches, my No Limit bitches Them boss bitches who 'bout they riches, and it ain't no secret They want that soldier dick that you only get from that soldier clique That Whoa! bitch I told ya' dick, 'welling up We drop it like it's hotter, from the dance floor to the Ramada Giving up them peso's, I thinks nada, look *Repeat (X2) Now when you shake that ass, I get rocked up You got a boyfriend boo (Wodie, my man locked up) Everytime you wobble wobble it gets me horny So I can ride that ass from the night until in the morning I could respect your mind, if you could respect the game Is it cool to fuck, or is this about some change *Repeat I like it when I see 'em at the club, shaking that thang Girl you really got me thinking 'bout taking that thang, come here Now when they wobbly, wobbly, ass bouncing everywhere The way she drop it like that, I can't help but to stare Got a nigga saying "Ohhh girl" Come a little closer, I'm trying to make you out my boo girl Don't move girl, I'm on my way to the floor baby Coming for mine, want to see if you can really shake it Let's bump and grind, girl you did that The way you bounce it and shake it, you know I'm with that I'm trying to get that, cause you got me rock hard (Ohh my God) Got me humpin and humpin it (huh) humpin like a dog, WOOF *Repeat (X2) Back your ass, Whoo, the fuck up I thought I told you, put your meanest face on for me And them steel-toe boots, gonna stomp your ass Want it, hunt it, some old niggas ready to jump your ass I'll be there for you baby, just beep me Start paging soldier, when you want a freak male I like freaking at your man's house, when he leave I toot What would he say if he knew that I was sexing you Let me see you wobble then shake it, then baby pop it, don't break it You want love let's make it, I just can't wait 'til you naked You lick your lips it makes me hard daydreamin' of screamin' and fiendin' You creamin' for sex, that you gonna get this evening Ya' heard me *Repeat (X2) We them 504 Boyz, huh, we them 504 Boyz what X2 |
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from 504 Boyz - Goodfellas (2000)
Who dat call the police
Yo ma called the police I got five on the lips But I ain't payin for the ass You just got yo hair fixed So can you pump a nigga gas Now when you ridin in my truck can you pick a nigga dick I got a boonapolist so can you be my trick C-Murder called you hoes like some fuckin crash dummies It ain't love when the motherfucking sex cost money I ain't dissin you hoes I just don't love you hoes In yo raggedy ass Girbauds When you swangin on them poles Now if you trippin then you know you livin trife And if you dippin I can't put you in my life Cause all hoes suck dick Let me tell you dog hoes you fuckin with See i don't play no games and i don't sweat no hoes (But you Master P) Well bitch take off your clothes Talk that shit now roll with it Ya warefare check hoe go get it *Check dem hoes Check dem niggas X4 Check dem hoes nigga is you crazy You can stunt all you want but that shit don't phase me in front yo boys like you made me nigga I hold my own damn ass Reppin like you gon shine Nigga you is a waste of time Gettin that ho to step to me I gets down for mine Me and my girls we don't play no games Fuck you lames When you walkin on side of me I'm bringin you pain You can talk that shit about suck yo dick Get a grip Broke bitch you ain't the shit You know who you fuckin wit Drop a baby for you Nigga you must be sick Got no time for the lies all niggas is tricks *Repeat (X4) Who dat call the police Yo ma called the police Who dat call the police Yo pa call the police Dem hoes call the police Dem niggas call the police Check dem hoes Check dem niggas Talk that shit now roll wit it Yo warefare check ho go get it (911 operator, did someone dial 911?) |
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from 504 Boyz - Goodfellas (2000)
Did you call a taxi
Yea Where you going my brother Uptown. Ya heard me Calliope 36-49 go cross the Bra Bridge and make a left *I'll be hangin uptown (hangin) With my niggas Yea Yea Yea Yea Yea x2 Uptown baby, don't clown baby It's going down baby, I'm with my rounds baby Uptown CP3, nigga my block stay hot You rally dirty war, nigga I got it on lock From the Mac to the Meph to the Calliope Nigga in the bricks at night fool anything goes Rose Tavern is the spot were I stash the glock Hoody Hoo, Run forest here comes the cops Nigga second line badge where my peeps get killed R.I.P. T' shirts nigga to remember the real Sam Skulley got killed and Big Glen got Life My lil cousin Jimmy did 8 but now he's trying to change his life *Repeat (x2) Now let me take you to the land of the choppers pussy poppers and body droppers crooked cops and quarter shops when the cop shopper you get your hands on a a bird don't say a word there is a million coke spots with no coke to serve when you see them nigga swerve in the Lexus and you can't get no buss pass to get your ski mask, and get a click but make sure it niggas you been fucking with get a bitch bout that murder, murder and sucking dick on the slick doe, cause they pulling akickdoes and I think it was them nigga out that Thomas cause they had them black macs and bombers but you didn't hear that me, I can't talk, I can't see look matter fact when it happen, I was overseas with P and that how a nigga be, I be on GT with wears and boots when them fucking people spin in, my niggas holla "OOP OOP" and if a nigga find ya, we second line behind ya blow some ganja in your memories sportin Tee's to remind ya we still *Repeat (x2) Now if you looking for me playa when I'm down in the city you wanna get with me then hit me or come in that Calliope and get me for real ask Whine and Eyes I be down in the cut me, Boo Gee and Tee Dee we be tearing shit up feel my rounds, uptown them tuff guys on the block just like Slim and Marcello they got that Nolia on lock and that Rose Tavern I'm chillling right in front of Randall pictures they hit cha but ask Victor where gonna always be with cha I'll let Lil Cory tell a story while he down in the 5th I hit the spliff, pass the twirk and yell CP3 We make a move and bounce the House of Blues full of Tequila, we left the dagger shop them po po's sweating the block and now it's back to the Calliope (it's back to the Calliope) the driveway of the middle of 3rd Ward code I represent it lil daddy cause it's a Calliope thing and uptown is the place where I chill and hang *Repeat (x2) |
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from 504 Boyz - Goodfellas (2000)
*You ain't gotta say too much
From the look in your eyes I can tell you want to fuck And you ain't gotta call me ya boo Just as bad as you wanna fuck I wanna fuck too No, No, No you ain't gotta say to much From the look in your eyes I can tell you wanna fuck And you ain't gotta call me ya boo Just as bad as you wanna fuck I wanna fuck too Now you ain't gotta say much cuz I was peepin you Lookin at yo hips got me thinkin bout how deep In you um tryin to go You heard about No Limit Soldiers? We get up in it and hit it harder then De La Hoya I thought I told you soldier draws Cover my balls, Um known for rippin the pussy walls I heard you got that kill I can see all in yo grill Can you ride me like a black Mercedes? And make me do that shit I never did with other ladies? I got a woman so i'm not lookin for love I just wanna fit yo glove Get a couple of uh-uh's Shove it in your mouth just like a thug And uh, hit me on my pager if you want it Its soldier passion So get up on it if you want it WHOA-WHOA!!!! *Repeat Put me on the counter in the kitchen Now baby pour my body with some ice cream Lick me from head to toe Bending me over 69'll be the next thing I wanna taste your body all night long From sun up to sun down I wanna make you moan *Repeat Can I light a candle? And kiss you in the places light won't show I'll take my time and do it slow I'll do my oral exercises Right between your thighs It's all very pleasurable, I'll go places he won't go Lets keep it on the low-low So he won't know Now lets take it to the floor *Repeat |
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from 504 Boyz - Goodfellas (2000)
little girl:hello
boy:yes this is mr. jones from moter credit can i speak to mr.miller please little girl:dad some guy from moter credit wants you master p:tell him im not here little girl:my dad said he not here boy:well tell him if he wants to keep on holding that benz he need to make a payment. |
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from 504 Boyz - Goodfellas (2000)
Soldiers
Be all you can be This No Limit shit tho... We in this for life This not just a job baby This an adventure, ya heard me? *Now if you real, keep it real But if you fake, then you phony Nigga Go join the navy, You can't fuck with this army x4 I gave a couple niggaz some tanks and I want 'em back Nigga sent me some beats...But I don't want that In '89 I had a Benz, you ain't had a buck I bought your only fuckin house, and your first fuckin truck You pawn your rolley boy? Oh...you doin' bad? Stop trickin' to them hoes, and you wouldn't be on your ass Now when times got hard You ran your mouth like a bitch Sold your soul to the devil, when you ran with other cliques You ain't no soldier boy Take that tat off your stomach Nigga talkin' bout he love me But bitch you love my money Now if greed come between me and my niggaz May god bless his soul And I hope he forgive me *Repeat (x4) These fake niggaz gon' fall off We gonna be around for a minute Thats why niggaz, shoot shots and run We stick around and finish Now...see me dogg? I'm around to win it And I don't fuck around with you niggaz Stop step the fuck away from around my Bentley I'm bought to blow off these fake niggaz head Sayin' "whats wrong with Slim?" Them niggaz fake P That's why theres no fuckin' songs with them We put our money together Just like we started with crack We let a couple niggaz shine We bought to take it back You know its mic's now nigga We started with gats Let a nigga play me on the streets So dogg, I ain't gonna start with this rap Gonna let them fake niggaz go Thats how we gonna settle down If we hustle we stil be rich bitch...if we never rap *Repeat (x4) Master P talking till the end of the song |
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from 504 Boyz - Goodfellas (2000)
Huh!
Ha! Yea (Lets go get this bitch ass nigga) Let me tell you a little story about... About this nigga I knew... This nigga I knew... Jus-Just... Look *You was my nigga, now we beefin' I'm bustin' at you You bustin' at me And it wont stop till we both sleepin' (It's world war nigga) (Check this shit out) *Repeat We was claimin' the same hood Fucked the same bitches (same bitches) And they knew If I hit it, you had to hit it too We was crew You was with me when I first pulled the trigger You tried to shoot too, but your gun jammed So we pulled off..ya remember? I hid by your mama house for a couple of days Cause the niggaz we was beefin' with knew where I stayed We were some down south niggaz Bootin' 'em out niggaz The wrong route niggaz... Typical niggaz We just nickel and dime it Sellin' weed...to the needy Everything be 50-50 Ain't no need for being greedy You my dogg, huh? (For sho' bro) So thats how we played it Niggaz who hated... We rushin' them and demonstrated While we ain't to be faded On this mission to get money, power, and bitches Or whatever come along with these riches That's if nobody snitches I'd do a BID for ya Take care of your KID for ya But damn! Look what these pussy niggaz done did to ya <phone rings> (chorus in the background during the talking) -Hello?? -Yeah, nigga, whats happenin'? -Whats happenin' with ya dogg? -Nigga, whats happenin' with you nigga? Talking about you got some beef with me nigga -Beef wit' you? Nigga you know I'm a real nigga, If I had some beef with you, I'd come to you like a man dogg...It ain't like that between us See what it is, is... You talkin' to these niggaz...and these niggaz got you goin' Them niggaz told you I blew up And I forgot about us The same niggaz who was with you and afraid to bust How could you listen to these niggaz? When they mean no good Mothafuckers ain't even from our hood And know you snortin' furl with 'em Off in that world with 'em And Father forgive him He dance to some other rhythm Ever thought that we could work it out? We would meet But as long as you with them niggaz I'll be with that heat And that's deep Cause I made a promise to your mama when we was only 12 I'll deliver you from evil and keep you alive and well Guess I gotta disappoint her But you leave me no choice... Callin' my crib, with this murder-murder tone in your voice What...I'm a bitch or somethin'? I used to fight for ya Used to let you stay at my mama crib when shit jsut wasn't right for ya Look what you do me in return... I guess I played with fire So eventually it burns Nigga -Hello? Hello? Man this nigga done fuckin' hung up on me Y'all think that nigga serious? *Repeat It's world war nigga |
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from 504 Boyz - Goodfellas (2000)
Ok P, I think they done fucked up now, right?
We have to bring the headbusters down From that 504, ya'll know wha w bout, ya heard me? *These bitch niggas can't fuck wit' us We bust I guess I gotta show you niggas you could be touched. Me and my souljas, we be bout, 50 deep The life that we livin' we can't slip or sleep I'm from that 405 backwards WhereI fell in these tractors Where niggas ride around wit' 20's spinnin' on adaptors. I'm from the Terrordome Where niggas sport hair and bone And there's one major label in this city, and each is own. No love for hoes Cuz they'll leave you wit' your shit exposed Set you up And get cut And act like they don't know fuck I'm from that dirty Where niggas will kill behind that birdie We use words like say brah and bitch you heard me. War and collide Fuck wit' us and fo' sho die HIt yo' block from both sides GC's sick and tired These niggas don't play Thinkin' it's a fuckin' game Bitch hide you rear, but too, we struck to your fuckin' brain. Better ask them niggas do they really want war They'll tell you ah, nope, not wit' Spade dawg Shit's real Get your cap peeled Feel your blood spill Keep this snub, no steel Cuz these thugs will kill It's war wit' this six slugs Known to sell drugs Down south, thugged out, never gave a fuck Everybody in this muthafucka down to bust 504, nothin' but murderas among us Ghetto Commission rippin' them niggas up alone the choppers. TSO know that the ghetto niggas street stoppers. 504, the Westbanks comin' real 504, them other niggas know the deal *Repeat (x2) Nigga can't be fucked wit', dawg, nigga, no way. We make niggas go to the FEDz, so they can relocate. While ya'll do it for a couple of hours, we do it for the whole day. If I gotta do somethin', shit, you know I gots ta hold weight. War, we about that nigga Fuck wit' my clique, I doubt that nigga Leave the keys in the car, hop up out that nigga Cuz we about the figgas Still about the triggas To myself, type of nigga that'llstay in the cut Lil' quiet ass niggas, really don't say much Hatas, confrence calls tomorrow, tryin' to make up. No pistols play slim nigga, hardly lift no weights up. Project nigga, sip Henny in a cup 19 on the Sedan, come through 20's on the truck. Thugged out NIgga, I love this clout Put it down for my niggas, plus I love the South See these niggas that I roll wit', don't gotta second guess that. They'll put it there, where your chest at Tank around my neck, ya'll better respect that I don't fight, if you got hands (guns fire) you'll catch that. *Repeat (x2) Now Fuck it Murder your muthafuckin' ass nigga Ghetto Commission nigga And that nigga Silkk Haha, and Krazy I'm just thuggin' It's all love, babe This No Limit shit deep nigga You niggas can't swim Don't get in the muthafuckin' water Cuz you'll get a bomb bitch We don't give a fuck It's ain't no love Nothin' but thugs DRAMA! |
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from 504 Boyz - Goodfellas (2000)
Hoody-Hoo
where they at, where they at where the thug girls at (Over Here Whodi) where they at, where they at, where the thug girls at (Over Here Whodi) where they at, where they at where the thug girls at (Overe Here Whodi) where they at, where they at where the thug girls at out that 504 where the thug girls at out that 310 where the thug girls at out that 202 where the thug girls at claiming red and blue. I heard you jockin' Master P cause he got a mercedes A bubble eye hummer but the feds can't fade me you just wanna ride girls jump inside cause I'm a 3rd ward nigga til the day that I die I only fuck with thug girls when I'm on tha block and i don't mess with no hoes that say they hot All my fighting girls grab da gat grab da gat and all ya stuntin ass bitches step back (ya heard me) *where the thug girls at (Over Here Whodi) where they at, where they at x4 They wish they knew I want a girl like you Well, girl gotta be from the hood, but you gotta know what to do Like beta hold the bricks, beta hold the clips but when night time comes u gotta better hold da sh.... Now from the streets give me the heat you gotta know what to do wit it, Taz hit ya you be like I don't know who did it Take the gunz off you guys never be like you did it Real chick only let you hit it Respectin by my clique stayin by her man In public business unload get wild and thangs She's real thats why i took her money and ice her up If a chick gets outta line respectin me she gonna slice her up If I give her some money she gonna know how to flip that and if I gotta go somewhere she gonna hold it down til I get back so Hoody Hoo if you about doin somethin and hoody hoo if you about doin no stuntin *Repeat (x4) It's about a fight tho we can fuck Baby waste no time What you like in your drink girl lemon or lime The way you shake on the dance floor got me hot Lets Drive around the lake til we find the spot I aint suprised that you gotta man baby its cool Gimme one night with ya girl I bet you'll leave that fool He probably thank you went to work when you came to the club you aint lookin for afection you need a thug I'll be straight up with you baby dont be his lady A nigga like big lips cause I love some head and if your girl wanna join I'm down with that she can lick a niggas nuts while i hit ya from the back *Repeat (x4) There they go in that 212 There they go in that 402 There they go in that 305 There they go in that 415 There they go in that 219 There they go ,there they go, there they go, There they go ,there they go, there they go, Yo, Krazy Silkk Nigga, Grab a few of these thug girls Let's go have one of those Gangsta Parties, ya heard me? No Limit style we gonna ball til we fall Soulja rest in all nigga |
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from 504 Boyz - Goodfellas (2000)
*Life is serious out here on these streets
Got us curious but were just trying to eat x2 Why cry now inhale the pain is gone Get your life back together it's time to move I know it was your baby daddy I saw you kiss him Hold up little boy screaming Jesus I miss him Ain't nobody gonna treat you they way he did He left you with biggest gift he made a kid Now you grab him and smile remember your man Even though the life you want it didn't go as plan With no money for the baby never held a job When the rent was due he always grab the chopper and ride What you blushing I know you love my nigga In the casket at 22 he didn't figure You was mad at the funeral seeing his hoes But he kept it real with you like an thug suppose You chose to love my nigga that you met in the Ville You gonna always love my dog even though he got killed *Repeat (x2) Smile know Kendall I know you miss my nigga Two kids to raise without an father figure And your youngest son screaming my daddy going to heaven You and Bobby Phills always suppose to be together And everytime you see ball make you wanna cry Cause my nigga had G and you know he could rise From the streets to the big league From the ghetto to the palm trees We pour liquor caused he moved on You shed tears but you stayed strong And at the funeral made jokes about his birthday His last words was same time but a different place *Repeat And a time I burn a cross For the nigga I lost One slug took the life of my young thug in cold blood R.I.P. to every daddy on Ken D I'm missing ya'll till this cold earth send me Sippin a sprite Breakin my life When the day turn night and just write Till I bed wrinkle Dippin these hoes till I plant sequel Running around with that desert eagle Like it was a bit legal I got a call from my uncle state Said it will be a while for they let him out them gates Drop the phone as the tears hit the tip of my ears I'm gonna disappear if he gotta serve more years *Repeat (x2) |
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from 504 Boyz - Goodfellas (2000)
Who dat nigga?
What? Nigga you know me? (yeah nigga uptown) Mac *Watch them boyz, watch them boyz, y'all know them boyz? you better watch them boyz x2 See that nigga with the slugs he got the gat See that nigga in the black he got the sack See don't fuck with them niggas when they on they shit And don't fuck with them niggas in the No-Limit clique (ya heard) See calio boys they don't give a fuck But them 504 boyz they'll bust you up When they doin' bad they'll rob your ass Run from the taz then hustle and grab The one thing my niggas, they don't stunt But they'll fuck your bitch then smoke your blunts (ya heard) *Repeat (x3) Man look who them niggas with their rag on and the gold teeth? I know them boys know me I know them boys heard of me Probally wanna murder me Probally got some niggas outside smokin' out my ride But I hope they got they bullett proof vest on Cause I be shootin' like a fiend shootin' hairon(heroin) Oh where you from dog (where you from) oh is that right Now get the fuck before I show you what this mack like You niggas must be made of tabloid Cause y'all just stumbled in the wrong hood trying to get your rap on Tell the D.J. cut the lights on So we can take it outside and get our motherfucking fight on *Repeat (x2) They got me running through this dirty maze I feel a trap Foot prints all through this dirty grave with a United scrap Coming 9 milometer with two heaters stuck in my britches You niggas keep on chasin I'm taking some of you with me I don't wanna hurt nobody, tell me if it's the end God forgive my sins cause I gots to make it in Tried it playing with the good but my hood is raw Head busters and wig spliters, it's all them so Aint got time for the game no more hoes always in us It's all about the fame now hoe, got you niggas jelous All the old killers I ran with, let me show y'all the difference Gotta watch them on the streets like I watch them other prisoners *Repeat (x2) |
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from 504 Boyz - Goodfellas (2000)
Baby baby get up what?
You'e already late for work What time is it? Its 10 : 30 Oh yeah I forgot tonight, I'm working the graveyard *I know my man is moving things 9 to 5 baby, I got a job baby. I hope one day my nigga change All the time baby I'm on the grind baby x2 I keeps that 9 in my drawers cuz you know I like to ball Nigga I ain't Warren G, but sometimes I want it all Flip a half into a whole, I mean an ounce into a brick. Get it for sixteen five, me and my niggas gonna be rich Put them 20's on my Benz so you know I got so mens Keep your eyes on your enemies and nigga watch your friends See in this game you get schisted I get some niggas that don't like me See the Ghettos trying to kill me, and the feds wanna indict me On a murder I didn't do, I'm still thuggin with the crew Because once you snitch then you threw but if u hustle then you true Would you live for this shit? would you die for the click? Sell your soul to get rich and run your mouth like a bitch *Repeat (x2) Nigga we hustle the streets so lets fuck the police My enemies don't want to see a nigga up on his feet I got the chrome for the haters and burbs on the table Give my life for my niggas and we splittin the paper They say thuggin is the secret that help a nigga fall OZ's flippin quickly to see we never fall The grind got us strapped with 9's on our lap The crime is a trap chop dimes of crack Hennesy got your mind if you slip you might die Penitentiaries give us time I'm fighting for mine If I die in this game send my soul to God I'm making mine in this game even though it's so hard *Repeat (x2) Yo baby, guess who stopped by today? who? guess? Your sister came from California? mnn mnnnn. I ain't got time for all this guessin I just got home from work Come on I want you to guess, we gonna play a game Your aunt from Jersey? mnn mnn, wrong again Who? The mother fucking ATF that's who? What? yes you know what I'm saying. What, you running them games on me? You let them in the house? Hell ya what am I supposed to do I didn't know what to do They wanted to search the house and if they find some Mother fucking dope in here they are gonna take my children Away and I can't be having that shit. Man, slow down, slow down. Slow down? slow down? i'ma slow down, i'ma slow down. You know what? I'm tired of this shit and another thing I called your mother fucking work today and guess what they told me. You haven't been to work in the last 6 months Now what you been doing huh? How the fuck you think you get all this shit you have? I don't know how I get it. you tell me that's what I want to know. You don't want it? Tell me where you get it from. Don't play with me you know what happening Hmm hmm I know what's happening. you know what? I don't want this shit. Fuck it all. Fuck it all |
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from 504 Boyz - Goodfellas (2000)
Nigga this motherfuckin 504 shit deep
The South done hooked up with the East baby The Colonel Master P, Terror, and I am Krazy I'm thugged out Feel it *Wuz up playah ya' slick with that Hundred G chain with the bracelet to match Well check this out here wodie lay on the ground For I show your clown ass how these hot balls sound, they goin' Click Click blouh blouh Click Click blouh Click Click blouh blouh Click Click blouh Click Click blouh blouh Click Click blouh Click Click blouh blouh that's my style Problem with Terror take it straight to gun So we can keep it coporate give up your block and run Too much paper here to try an' count by ones Whole head cross me, our hollow wall is young For you haters on the streets tryin to measure my blow If you see the new whip know to add nine o's Now I'm up to 2 bricks or 72 o's If you counting by the whips then it's 8 different flopes I'm heavy lover whether diamonds or broads Heavy lover whether cocaine or cars And what I hop in, its my option To shift your mass put chronic in your dash *Repeat Now if its on put the dope in the bag baby You come short I'm gon' bust yo' ass baby The neighborhood dope man fool yeah that's me I'm out that 5-0-4 to that C-P-3 Give me an ounce and I'm gon flip it to a brick nigga You got my scratch--you snitch then you a bitch nigga Hit the pen you probably gon' be a missed nigga So here's some prop for your motherfuckin tiss nigga Imagine all the bricks in the projects was made of cocaine I'd be richest young nigga in this rap game All my money come in arm of trucks More cars more houses more hoes to fuck You wasn't worried when I was local nigga, I'm world wide You niggas can't take it, You petrified The let me loose out that I reveal, Thuggin wit P It's No Limit until I die yall can't fuck wit me *Repeat |
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from 504 Boyz - Goodfellas (2000)
Yall muthafuckas better keep yall eyes open (Ha)
You ain't gotta see ay muthafucka to get hit I got some enemies I know they coming to get me And if I gotta die taking some yall with me They best to be prepared for this war Cause I'm get cha I gotta infa-red It's guarenteed to hit cha Got a hole click of muthafuckas Call them souljas 16,17 knockin heads of ah sholders I told ya We all screamin loud cause we bout it I'm stunntin throught my hood Get your pussy ass crowded Bitch I'm from that route Strictley bout that g'z Knockin of enemies with them two 23es Gotta get em for they cheese Pass It to tha bg's Them niggas we don't know See ya can't get these All I know is money All I see is greed Bustin Heads to the fact Trigga finger on tha squeeze Nigga please Iheard you was workin for them focks That's tha reason you bitch ass niggas gotta go Enemies with no faces *Enemies Enemies Enemis with no faces x4 We loced up and we still on a mission Ridein four deep 2000 Expedition Got a hole click and we strapped Case we get into some shit Gotta keep them in there place Niggas all in my face Fuck All these hoes and these no nos And ride on some 22es low pros And some mo mo Kickin in your front door Lookin for them mo z's Strapped with them 44es A click full of bg's Alot of yall niggas still believe it's a game Sence I made a come up That shit bout to change Either yall can roll with tha click that I'm with Or every time I see you We get off in your shit If you can't stand the heat Get the fuck out from the stove It's all about tha cheese Got no time for these hoes I mean if you really wanna see me act a fool Well get into my shit And watch me grab for the 2 On tha cool it's the rules You Break 'em you die You thought you was bad They think you can ride Goodbye Ain't know sence of catchin other cases Fuck with the perpetrators Them enemies with no faces *Repeat |
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from 504 Boyz - Goodfellas (2000)
Anyone contesting Tha Dogg Pound, guaranteed instant death
It's them Dogg House niggas wit' them 504 Boyz We the real McCoys with the plastic toys Pop, pop Grab the glock, cock the motherfucker No Limit niggas, we can't be stopped Did you hear me? Ya heard me Record breakin' Hit makin' Can't bake 'em Real estatin' Never hatin' Shakin' up the game, bringin' the major pain Yea nigga, we all in the same game We enlighten, ignitin, never fightin' And we got them motherfuckers bitin' You fuck wit' P, you fuckin' wit' me You fuck wit Silkk, you fuckin' wit' me You fuck wit' D, you fuckin' wit' me Nigga what, that's my whole family *What, you bitches goin' to war now (war now) No Limit got this rap shit on lockdown (lockdown) Wild out, bitch niggas when we come through (come through) I hope you wear a vest, souljas touchin' you (touchin' you) I'm bustin' you x2 I'm on the run, I head west wit' the dogs 504, that means ball til' u fall I ain't bout' no playin' nigga, it's on and poppin' You either workin' wit' those boys, or you out ther shortstoppin' Now keep you eyes on the prize nigga, don't fuck wit' the hoes Cuz you see at night in the bricks nigga, anything goes Now you can bulletproof you chest, and they'll bust your head NIgga you scared to pop, then you could get an early grave Cuz, one time don't worry me I'm a third ward nigga til' they bury me (hahaa) Two times nigga, shut it down It's No Limit, we it on lock wit' the pound *Repeat (x2) Fresh out the courthouse, fuck the world, I'm finally free Ask them bitch niggas who snitch, is they ready for me My proverbs to the tank, believe I love it Since that "Bout' It Bout' It" album, I was dreamin' of it Ride wit' me, through the south, as I cruise through Texas A young soldier, wit' about a hundred grand in my Lexus On my way from Houston, after I scored the coke I rather, step to jail than my family be broke But I owe five hours, I can barely breathe Please lord forgive me for my sins, I got kids to feed Ain't no nigga in the Iberville givin' me shit They went from trick to a bitch and buy that ho a fit But my souljas, before it's over off top Before I'm sayin' to my dogs everytime the dope is chopped Feel that, my niggas will ride wit' me Snoop and Master P said that they'll die for me *Repeat (x2) |
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from 504 Boyz - Goodfellas (2000)
*Bitch i'm a soldier (until the day that i die)
A No limit soldier (yes i am, yes i am) I thought that I told ya (and nothing or no one could ever change that) Ain't no need to ask me why I'm a soldier til i die. I'm a soldier see the tank on my neck? Mr. Magic is my name y'all better give me respect You might remember me from seein' me postin' up on the block With a .45 Glock and a mouth full of rocks Hustlin' like I didn't even care Wakin' up my neighbors poppin' pistols in the air Tryin' make a million pullin' all night flights I'm praying cuz I'm knowin that my life ain't right Forgive cuz I'm wrong but I'm begging or forgiveness And now I'm hustlin' in a whole other business Tryin' to do right for the people that I hurt in the process of growin up I've change my ways i guess thats why I'm blowin up I'm comin' back for all my peeps Just try to stay alive and keep your ass off the streets For the ones that gotta hustle just to eat Lord, I say a prayer for you before i fall asleep *Repeat How man heard Sky's the Limit? Shit i ain't finished this is only the beginning I'm with no limit Just think I'm in my prime If I'm not the best just give me some time and I'll change your mind Niggas like me hard to find Genuine I'm the only of my kind young black and full of pride With a mind to teach the whole world If you just listen to my words Y'all can feel my pain A lot of years wasted, buku friends died a lot of wet faces The other half caught a bunch of fuckin' cases So still a lot of tender spaces Wish I could erase the hate Who said money makes you happy? It can never bring back my daddy So fuck the Navi and Caddie I'm hopin' y'all could hear me Cuz I'm speakin' this from the heart Me and my fans never torn apart *Repeat |
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from 504 Boyz - Goodfellas (2000)
Say Brah,
I got to say wassup to all the soldiers and soldierettes and to this district system free Soulja Slim cause they jocking our style ya heard me? Say Brah (No Limit) Say Brah (No Limit) Will you please get up out they way brah? (No Limit) Say Brah (No Limit) Say Brah (No Limit) Will you please get up out they way brah? (No Limit) Say Brah (No Limit) Say Brah (No Limit) Will you please get up out they way brah? (No Limit) What you bout? I'm bout war What you bout? I'm bout war Say Brah You fake thugs best to get out the way brah You wanna stop the tank you better pray brah I'm a tiger, my flow be deadly just like a kabra get to bustin', old folks be hustlin', talking bout hey Don't you play with him wodie he ain't afraid to spray brah His little partners come through with choppers in broad day brah Thugs like 50 Dollars and Fiend, thugs like Magic, Wiz, Woo, Ween, and my auntie B Tell them fakers we back and there ain't no stoppin my doggss bezzled up a few haters and Feds watching my doggs and we on the grind, in '99 we let you all shine now that army is back so I'm back taking what's mine I'm representing these gold tanks with the ice in it hated the likes and see it, these niggas nice with it Thugged out, Tru 2 Da Game, livin' up to my name so when you the that soldier gear on my frame you holla Say Brah (No Limit) Say Brah (No Limit) Will you please get up out they way brah? (No Limit) Say Brah (No Limit) Say Brah (No Limit) Will you please get up out they way brah? (No Limit) Say Brah (No Limit) Say Brah (No Limit) Will you please get up out they way brah? (No Limit) We bout war What you bout? I'm bout war What you bout? I'm bout war Hoody Hoo! Hey brah I'm cold with it, if you don't know me just roll with it Ask them thug girls about the P and where I'm from?, say brah, I'm out that CP3 Nigga my boys we don't play no games cause I roll with head busters and we'll throw them thangs now say brah, I really got a Bubble I Hummer but say brah, I ain't no uptown stunter I'm out the streets and I like to shine, say brah Ya'll better respect my mind, say brah I'm the realest 3rd baller you know plus I brought a couple of homies wearing golden do-do's Say brah, Is you really a soldier? Say brah, won't you pass the doulja Say brah, do you really want beef? and put a million thug soldiers on your street? Say Brah (No Limit) Say Brah (No Limit) Will you please get up out they way brah? (No Limit) Say Brah (No Limit) Say Brah (No Limit) Will you please get up out they way brah? (No Limit) Say Brah (No Limit) Say Brah (No Limit) Will you please get up out they way brah? (No Limit) I'm bout war What you bout? I'm bout war What you bout? I'm bout war |
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from 504 Boyz - Ballers (2002)
Master p: yo silk where you at nigga?
Silk the Shocker: I"m right here nigga whas' happenin'? Master p: Nigga they be some bustaz that be after us, ya heard Mystikal: Say nigga what you mean bustaz? Master p: Man nigga these bustaz tryina hate us and shit Mystikal: Shit, nigga we'll take they asses out Master p: Nigga you know it Rap 1(Master p) Yo i aint gon' let no busta jump me ima knock his ass on tha floot before he can plead that nigga gonna hit so bad he gon' bleed shit yall niggaz best beleive me (Mytsikal) uh huh hell yeah 504 is here bustin up niggaz that dont give a fuck bustin up niggaz that wont give it up (Silk the Shocker) nigga i had to put up wit this shit before and shit nigga this fuckin bullshit aint gon happen no more i beat yo motherfuckin ass you whore so dont kock at my motherfuckin door (lil romeo) romeo right here them bustaz actin queer when i break the beer and i shoot da deer they aint come near cuz i am here chorus them niggaz aint got shit them niggaz aint got it them niggaz actin pretty stupid them niggaz tryina make some new shit Rap 2 (Fiend) ima kill yall hataz thas fo fure you aint fuckin wit us stupid ass ho lets bust it up on 4 1 2(wha) 3 and 4 here we are knockin at your door now give us the dough stupid ass ho (Master p) sing the chorus one more time and nigga stay away from that ho she mine chorus x8 (Master p) this shit some 504 boy shit nigga some no limit record ha ha ha ha ah ha ha word up (snoop dogg) bow wow wow thas some mutherfuckin shit and how keep it korupt music fade |
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from 504 Boyz - Ballers (2002)
Tight Whips
(Magic) We Roll tight whips everyday Bently's, lex, mercades, and escalades We Roll tight whips everyday Hustling to make the paper but thats ok (504) They say that choppa's actin funny He aint hollar in a day He gots his top down On his new Z-28 (Hollar atcha boy) but the 8 of us aint But they like my rims (sprewell) But when i stop they keep running away Im doin 80 in the ***lightning*** Duece tre's on shine Dem cops done pulled me over but my rims done blinded 'em. Plus i got 4 models in the back of my truck 18 inch bazookas bumpin my stuff Wakin the block (Master P) Call me ghetto Bill cause my seats they be gucci And when i roll through the hood I got 2 or 3 hoochies Lou Vaton Airbags 'case I crash bad Futuristic Kidded up like im batman Represent the pro-jects, T.V. when i roll that Gambling for a car note hope i dont blow that Whoooooo (Magic) We Roll tight whips everyday Bently's, lex, mercades, and escalades We Roll tight whips every day Hustling to make the paper but thats ok (504) We Roll the big body bens, and the navigator In the hood servin drinks like im a resturant waiter Blue lights on that jag cause i love the shine Keep me by my shortys house cause we off the vibe I aint payed the car note in about 3 months Id rather spend my paper on henny and blunts Even when the truck stop them things keep constatly spinnin Ima 504 Boy so im constalty winnin (Youngstar) Roll around on tight whips catch me on the night shift Im just a youngsta I rolls without a liscence My dawgs is trifiling homie you can bite wind First one in the hood and the block wit the ice rims My seats be piped out T.V's wit the lights sound Had this blinking when i passed tried not to wipe out Dash wit the wood grain Still in the hood maan Catch me on lean, car clean, we doin big things (Magic) We Roll tight whips everyday Bently's, lex, mercades, and escalades We Roll tight whips every day Hustling to make the paper but thats ok (504) The way we do it she still wit her man but she gonna turn around Bently a bucket what chick in her right mind gonna turn it down Its like no limit city we obey no laws This parkin lot pimpin cars changin colors these boys go hard (Master P) We leave the tags on the window bought it cause its worth about a 100 V-12 remote control Chee-Chee engine runnin P.Miller Throwbacks wit the convertable shift Candy paint starburst wit the iced out chip Yokohama tires whoodie but i only got 3 No limit boys we thuggin out we get a hot one next week (Lil Romeo) Im rich charlie my dad and im rollin on drops Pull the screamers to the curb i think i saw the cops They call me richy rich I got my name in the seats X-box in the front and in the back DVD got T.V's and a headrest for them big wide screens Got the navigation system wit a phone inbetween Rollin a coupe wit the top down when i go outdoors We ride on whole days around here got 24's (Magic) We Roll tight whips everyday Bently's, lex, mercades, and escalades We Roll tight whips every day Hustling to make the paper but thats ok (Magic) Shodey-loony-loony-loony lomp-bomp-be-da High on life just want to drive fancy cars They keep on lookin boy to see who we are The new No Limit Ghetto su-superstar (504) I got that flip flop paint on My ram air thang on The nose on my hood just like my ride stay pissed off I roll through your hood they ask me do my car lift off Like if it was made out of spaces, my 20's go criss-cross T-BO Gold grill glisens these chicks call me Mr. Cleana fire cracker Big ballin is the thing you never seen Im sippin lean public playin on 6 T.V screens Interer green 24's but they know it aint no thang Haa (Master P) We ghetto fab. Let the bling bling show Driveway like a dealership dont walk no more We willin out all day all night Cause this is my life, my life, my life (Magic) We Roll tight whips everyday Bently's, lex, mercades, and escalades We Roll tight whips every day Hustling to make the paper but thats ok |
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from 504 Boyz - Ballers (2002)
[Chorus](Master P) &[Krazy]
(Them boys on that block holla) Whoop Whoop (Them girls that got it hot holla) Whoop Whoop (If you runnin' from the cops holla) Whoop Whoop [Holla] Whoop Whoop [Holla] Whoop Whoop [Master P] Call me the trash man cause I put it up in bags Whodi owe me money, I'ma bust his fuckin' ass I'm allergic to Dr. Pepper so pass the Dr. Fishner Hit me on the 2Way whodi I get witcha Put in on the stove bake it like a pie Take it to the hood slang it for 16-5 When niggaz snortin' that boy they be passin' that girl Wrap it up in ziplock, bag it up as furl Send money to the pen, Mac & C be home soon Bitches start snitchin' I'ma send 'em to the moon I can sell a hoe a dream, front a hustla weight I could never fall off I'm the GHETTO BILL GATES!! [Chorus] [Curren$y] These little niggaz can't take it anymore I push thru the club iced out low key wit my P.Miller velour Hoes breakin' down the doors uhn Because the 504 Boyz here, they can't wait til' we get on It's Curren$y the muthafuckin' rookie of the year This ain't the WNBA ain't no pussy's over here Yeah I'm makin' figgas fuckin' wit the Ghetto Bill In a truck wit some rims that's bigger than ferris wheels holla [Chorus] [Krazy] See this No Limit Army nigga, that's my click See the hoe that you tongue kissin' use to be my bitch See these thangs that I'm slangin' nigga, they call bricks An this brown shit I'm sniffin' nigga, it got me sick An this big truck I'm pushin' nigga, my tight whip Wit a chopper layin' on the seat, that'll make you flip My alias believe me Doc Holiday If it's beef, I'm like aids I never go away [Chorus] [Master P] I might let somethin' slide but I won't forget Tell Double XL(XXL) they could suck my dick I might be country but I'm ghetto rich An when it comes to grindin' I started this shit I put the G in ghetto nigga call me ghetto fab Started wit some quarters then I flipped it to some halves Put the coke in Coca Cola, no bakin' soda Call me Pistol P cause I slang them granolas [Chorus] [T-Bo] Bitch them thangs just got dropped off, the blocks hot like hot sauce So puff puff keep passin' & I promise yall they not lost Convicted felons load your weapons, they tryna knock ya top off For braggin' to them hatin' bitches bout how much your watch cost Loose lips sank ships bitch so watch what you sayin' It's the New No Limit baby they got us under survelance An the Feds ain't playin' they kickin' down doors daily Ain't this a bitch I just got off probation [Chorus] [Magic] I'm tryna get me a whole chicken, chop it down into dimes Then flip that bitch quicker than I can flip these rhymes Now I'm on two birds I'ma flip one more time An I'm on top done left you bitch niggaz behind I'm grindin' I'm hustlin', don't trust me when I'm broke An I don't discrimanate I want the money & the dope You better hope I wear a mask out or things'll get bloody Four to ya tummy real messy & ugly [Chorus] [Master P] If you east coast thuggin' holla {Whoop Whoop} If you west coast thuggin' holla {Whoop Whoop} If you midwest thuggin' holla {Whoop Whoop} If you down south hustlin' holla {whoop whoop} |
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from 504 Boyz - Ballers (2002)
hello yes this is mr. jones from moter credit can i speak to mr.miller please dad some guy from moter credit wants you master p:tell him im not here my dad said he not here well tell him if he wants to keep on holding that benz he need to make a payment. |
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from 504 Boyz - Ballers (2002)
[Chorus - 2x]
My life is sweet You could tell by the Benz and the Beamers and the Jeeps Big wheels, big grills make them say oooh-weee Custom made Bentleys, t.v.s, mink seats Make them scream wha-wha [Curren$y] Cars and shut it down any set, first dude in the city To have Intevet, equipped with the Internet Performance chip is faster than any jet I'm down the block, and you ain't even start your engine yet I use to hustle on the block for rent Met P and I ain't came out of my pocket since See all these chicks wanna get with me Because the 6 got more appliances than Circuit City [Chorus - 2x] [Afficial] Afficial we the Reebok boys, call us a classic And rap slowly up on the block, gun and a package I leave the country cause Paris cooler Fall back and take a day off like Farris Bueler Young punks I'm the ruler, you follow my lead Slow down I been doing this, the product of speed Can't roll but I'm a weed blower, I get my ki's lower 16-5 a few weeks, I'll have a green roller [Afficial] I thought I told you the flow don't stop And it ain't No Limit on the stage if the show don't rock You can still catch me up in them clubs In that 2K3 Yukon sitting up on them dubs Since they wanna know about my whip I'ma tell em like this, I got enough keys to start a dealership Now how they think they floss toys When we in places, so far from home they call us the Lost Boys [Chorus - 2x] [Afficial] When I go to the lot, they call me Connect Four Cause I bought four cars on the road, with four doors Spend another mill, put diamonds on the grill Push a button, and my gun pop out the steering wheel It's real, stack dough and make more While you cats come up slow like Lamborgini doors You might see me in a Range, you might see me in a Porsche I get paid every month like child support [Krazy] Luxury, I love that bird it's easy Lift it out, but still a Jag can't please me But a 6, without the rims is cheesy Like a bitch, I like my tires breezy The spinners, on my Navi to tease me With a sunroof open, it's kind of breezy With a tank on my neck that just might freeze me I'm scared of a Viper, she'd like to see that [Master P] You ever ate a cheeseburger, on a million dollar plate Flew to Paris or France, just to get away Like to party, so we buy the club Every whip that we drive, be on 24's or dubs The new Hummer, had it before it came out 200 and 50 G's, I put it in my mouth Bought a mansion whodie, just to make music Like the President got a jet and don't even use it When it comes to ghetto balling, there is none higher Get a supermodel for a banker, two million dollar wires In the winter whodi, we sleep on mink coats In the summer we on the water putting chandeliers and boats My cousin get athlete money, and don't even ball My son's only 12, and he could buy the mall Call me Ghetto Bill, cause I love the cheese I don't gangbang, my favorite color is green [Chorus - 2x] |
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from 504 Boyz - Ballers (2002)
(talking)
504 i solemnly swear that I'll snitch Or testify on any of my homies That's the code to the streets, ya heard me What's up Krazy, we in here The New No Limit, code to the streets baby (Chorus) Could you tell me where my niggas at In the pen, or the grave I'd never figure that Could you tell me Lord what triggered that I guess these project bricks got a nigga trapped (Krazy) As I inhale the weed, tears dropping as I leave the cemetery My nigga's in the ground now, damn this life is scary Try to hold in my pain, I drink till I'm buried This henessey got me gone, my eyes are blurry Face to face with reality, my dog is gone For them bitch niggas that did it, I finger f**k my chrome And my dogs in the penn, doing fifty to life I'm a soldier till I die, mutherf**k 3 strikes I remember b-balling with my niggas for fun If I bust then you bust, I gave you my gun Telly, dog you know I miss you, I still got love Just to be the man you was, I'd probably drink your blood (Chorus - 2x) (Master P) Kevin Miller you gone, but you always missed C and Mac locked up, but we still a click Received letters from the penn, homies feel my pain 25 caught ten, man it's just a game When DEA and the persecutors know my lawyer See our skin tone is black, so our time is borrowed I'm in a cell with three killas, so unleash the beast And the judge send a word about cop a plea They say we angry cause we can't breathe, uneducated Facing life so it's strike three, independent Slanging records call us coke dealers C-Murder innocent trapped, and we gon fight it so the world gon feel us (Chorus - 2x) (Krazy) Lord please accept my nigga mail Did my homie sell his soul to get out of jail I heard my nigga Mac finally gon make bail We bouncing hot boy, thugging trying to make mail, the drought is hell For my dogs still slang for livings Thank God Black Jesus is forgiven I try to tell my little homies, ain't no love on the streets But my niggas don't hear shit, when it's time to eat And these soldiers, will bust your head if you slipping I feel like my dog P, nigga I ain't tripping A dopefiend at 14, look what the game done did him I can hear his mama scream as the chopper hit him (Chorus - 2x) |
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from 504 Boyz - Ballers (2002)
Intro: (Master P)
Yeah nigga, don't let this rap shit fool ya I just like to play the backfield... but ya know what We even mo' dangerous wit' money... We like the Taliban nigga The New No Limit is an army and we gonna ride til' we die [Chorus x2]: Krazy Y'all niggas wanna hate on me (on me) My soldiers time to die for me (for me) Hold ya guns to the sky (sky) The New No Limit we gon' ride (ride) [Verse 1]: Choppa I'm like a fiend when he's cracked out beggin' for mercy On my knees, baby Jesus, please don't hurt me All the lies I done took in this world of mine Snortin' coke, feelin' like I'm walkin' through time Open my casket at my funeral, I see my face I'm like Richard Prior, wonderin' why, I had to be based It's all a dream but I still, I can feel the bullets Lookin' at this young nigga that had the nuts to pull it No remorse, for me, I can feel a head wound The room is cold, in there, I can see my tomb I see my son and my daughter and they cryin' with tears Heaven or Hell, a real nigga don't show no fear [Chorus x2] [Verse 2]: Master P To my niggas in the pent. I feel your pain And to my niggas in the street we still strapped and chained Middle fingers up to New Orleans I hope C and Mac get a motherfuckin' pardon I'm on the block thuggin' with my niggas gettin' paper I don't give a fuck about you hoes or you haters CP3 is what a nigga fuckin' rep G Double X-L y'all hoes don't wanna test me Cuz I ride wit' my niggas, I roll wit' killas I'm a thug 'til I die, smoke weed, make scrillas (UGGH!!) It's The New No Limit we gon' scream it Nigga don't say it if you don't fuckin' mean it Cuz I'm a thug, my daddy he's a thug My son gon' be a thug, and I'ma die a thug [Chorus x2] |
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from Mystikal - Ghetto Fabulous (2004)
(Ughhhhhh) Stack yo Chips, get yo paper Ball til you fall, young nigga fuck the haters Stack yo Chips, get yo paper Ball til you fall, young nigga fuck the haters Stack yo Chips, get yo paper Ball til you fall, young nigga fuck the haters Stack yo Chips, get yo paper Ball til you fall, young nigga fuck the haters (Mystikal) I'm movin too fast, doing to much for these niggas Hum bro I get paid to leave the house sideways Bitch stickn out, what I can take it without quessn' You the mutha fuckin coward And I'm the big bad wolf nigga And I'm coming to devoiour Aint nuthin better than money Sex and the power Oh how I love to be on top of the power Fuck I got it to go wit it, clownish out dat back cuttin up telly to telly bouncn' I got 5 women, 4 cars 3 homes and 2 apartments A rolex, 10 leather jackets, And 20 pair of Michael Jordans All in it, front and back wheels spinnin I might not bid to you But I'm the shit in the city Street things, represent the real no lim Razor sharp rhymes penatrating you skin The way I drop Bitch gotta feel them I'm that close Try to stop me from gettn' it (Ughhhhhh) Stack yo Chips, get yo paper Ball til you fall, young nigga fuck the haters Stack yo Chips, get yo paper Ball til you fall, young nigga fuck the haters Stack yo Chips, get yo paper Ball til you fall, young nigga fuck the haters Stack yo Chips, get yo paper Ball til you fall, young nigga fuck the haters (C-Murder) I make a million dollar dream become reallity without a doubt I get paid for every rhyme coming out my mouth And gangst |
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from C-Murder - The Truest S*** I Ever Said (2006)
My life...
[C-Murder:] My block my spot, my stop stay hot My truck stay dropped, my weight stay locked My city my hoes, my friends my foes Everybody knows, keep it real or get John Doe'd My hair stay nappy, stay bush stay twist My attitude is shitty, my hands stay fist My house stay searched, my cars stay getting stopped Haters they hate, they wanna see me in a box But my bulletproof vests, they protecting my chest Life ain't nothing but a test, it's a big ol' mess My money stay getting bigger, even when I'm in jail My name C lil' daddy, that mean you better chill [Hook: x2] My life...my life...my life My life ain't right, so I'ma fight all night My life...my life...my life This be the truest shit I ever said, feel me [C-Murder:] My dog my ace, boy wanna take my place My nigga turned sour, when I went upstate Use to be my homie, till I caught this case Now I wanna slap the taste, I can't wait My stash my connect, my ends my Benz My God, please forgive me for all my sins My hood my crew, we do what G's do Best believe I'ma ride for TRU, that's my crew Started small time, dope game dope mayn cocaine This is not a joke mayn, this my flow mayn This be the truest shit, I ever said This my life, behind this I might wind up dead [Hook x2] [C-Murder:] My moves stay calculated, my eyes is wide open I'm scoping while these niggaz hoping, I'm slipping while they scoping The streets is treacherous, elements is trying to test us We take pills make it easy, to respect us Project buildings drug sellers, and bank tellers I'm getting letters, from all these hunts and golder fellas My mission is simple, my music shine even when I'm gone My life my debt, my last breath every day along [Hook:] My life...my life...my life My life ain't the same, it shows My life...my life...my life They got me knocking on heaven's do's My life...my life...my life This be, the truest shit I ever said My life...my life...my life A nigga might wind up dead [talking:] My life my struggle, my pain I make moves, the way I make moves Choose (it's real), street shit No love, (no love at all) Huh 2005, stay alive don't die how we ride |
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from C-Murder - The Truest S*** I Ever Said (2006)
Cut that mike up for me Bass
Let's do this thang boy, Deadly Sounds right back at ya Can't stop none of this ? playa Check this out Chorus 2x: They don't want this chorus All they want is Murder They Don't Feel My Pain But they gone feel my presence Radio Scratch: (They've done, they've done had a lot of hard times) And I've been stressin since a adolescent Verse 1: Now I aint never robbed rallys But it was close, I've done stick ups for Bally's We love to smoke As I recall I heard you mention my name What you love to see me stressin? This aint part of the game You must be high Cause you rockin' like a Bass Head You hear me I'm grindin', workin' hard for mine ya feel me Ya feel me 400 years of pain and now this It's like them cock roaches got you trained, just like a Bitch You see they smile in yo face Now what they after And now they wanna take my place Them Back Stabba's Blucka Blucka, (Huh)I'mma Get You Sucka We roll tinted windows on the black Humma Trucka And after it rain he might be dead like Jesse James Trained for pain even when I lose everything I gain It's simple mathematics When you go ballistic Statistics show we breed soldiers in my district It ain't like Mr. Rodgers I learned the game, but it wasn't from the Dodgers Pissed from pain, and Welfair wasn't a question Just a decision, we embraced it as a blessin' Cause food was missin' And my tattoos tell a story I'm Bossainie and Kevin died in his glory I know he see me, I'm runnin but I aint movin' It's like a dream cause all they want is Murder... That's what it seem Chorus 2x Come meet me in the projecets Cause it's a set-up And the only way to stop, (is what) watch him get wet up Aint no since in you fakin' with me I'm just a pebble and the window you got is bigger than me Watch me shadow while blood splattered and hit the pave I'm puttin fresh flowers on my empty grave (Damn) Tryna sell a million so I can provide for my lil' one Shit they want little mess like the rest of the ghetto children It's confusing I'm losing pieces to a broken puzzle Russion Ruolette to my head it's down bubble muzzle I'm Kamakazi, you try me put yourself right beside me I'm a wanted man call Baby Mamma so she can hide me The only victim is all the brotha locked up in prison Gettin letters and pictures, I know they people miss em' Take a ride to Texas in a stolen Lexus Three mack 11's is ready, that's me only protection Who do I believe in really, I put my faith in GOD I was dealt some Bad Cards, He's fightin' in school yards (What) And fightin' at night behind bars The Devil hit me wit a Murder Charge, All they want is Murder Boy... |
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from C-Murder - The Truest S*** I Ever Said (2006)
Sittin' here in the belly of the beast, C-Murder
Trapped in crime behind bars, TRU I'm locked up, ain't no love They won?t let me out, think they testin' me Check this out Incarcerated, eliminated, I sure hated it It's hard labor for life that?s what the judge stated D.A. trippin', he shady, I think he wanna kill me Talk to my cell every time I'm mad, I know he feel me Yeah baby, I moved on, you can keep the pictures That's my girl, she left me, she ain't keep it real wit me Now I'm stressin', I need a victim so I can hit him And 30 days in the hole is cold, but watch me ride wit him I'm steady tryin' to find the motive, why do what I do? The freedom ain't gettin' no closer no matter how far I go My car is stolen, no registration The cops patrollin' and that had ?em stopped me And I get locked up They won't let me out (I?m locked up) They won't let me out (I?m locked up) Locked up They won't let me out, oh They won't let me out (They got me botched up) Locked up They won't let me out (I?m locked up) They won't let me out (I?m locked up) Locked up They won't let me out, no (Caught up, I?m locked up but they can't stop us) They won't let me out Some more visits and ripe chickens across the border What's your number? I'm hurtin', let me get a money boarder I owe my lawyer some change, now he might drop the case Now if my player don't shake it, I might hop the gate Starin' at these walls I'm fallin', he set my court date back Payback when I shake back and cop a Maybach I'm eatin' beans and lustin' on King?s magazines It seems I'm home free but it was just dream, damn I get locked up They won't let me out (I?m locked up) They won't let me out (I?m locked up) Locked up They won't let me out, oh They won't let me out (They got me botched up) Locked up They won't let me out (I?m locked up) They won't let me out (I?m locked up) Locked up They won't let me out, no (Caught up, I'm locked up but they can't stop us) They won't let me out Visitation no longer comes by Seems like they forgot about me Commissary is gettin' empty Cellmates eatin' food without me Can't wait to get out and move forward with my life (Move on with my life) Got a family that loves me and wants me to do right But instead I get locked up I'm spreadin' my gangs ?cause I'm straight done in like a gang banger Don't play no games and mess around and shank with the hanger That's how I'm comin' and I do my dirt and stick and move Tears tattooed, a head busta walkin' in these shoes Snitches workin' with the warden, eyes open and scopin' And these humps I'm smokin', got my lungs chokin' I'm the big dog on the blocks, I got 2-for-1's And 21 with a L, I'm hopeless, son, I'm locked up They won't let me out (I?m locked up) They won't let me out (I?m locked up) Locked up They won't let me out, oh They won't let me out (They got me botched up) I?m locked up They won't let me out (I?m locked up) They won't let me out (I?m locked up) Locked up They won't let me out, no (Caught up, I?m locked up but they can't stop us) They won't let me out Will you pay me a visit? They won't let me out Send me some magazines (I?m locked up) They won't let me out (I?m locked up) Send me some money orders They won't let me out, oh Pay me a visit, baby They won't let me out (They got me botched up) ?Cause I?m locked up They won't let me out (I?m locked up) Where's my lawyer? They won't let me out (I?m locked up) Locked up They won't let me out, no (Caught up, locked up but they can't stop us) Get me out of here They won't let me out Locked up They won't let me out They won't let me out I'm locked up They won't let me out, no (Where's my, I?m locked up) They won't let me out I'm locked up |
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from C-Murder - The Truest S*** I Ever Said (2006)
[talking:]
Y'all bitches better get off me, y'all feel me what's up You see me what's up, everything around here Do you see anything, you thought wasn't there Look what's up baby, you know I'ma ride for you [C-Murder:] I seen you in the projects one day, with a bad attitude Acting all rude, I thought it was cute See I don't like a pushover broad, I'm living foul I need a sweet thing, that's bout getting wild now When I finally snatched you up, my stacks was on the decline Nigga you hit a lick, and it was our time to shine I had you go in the club, intice this thug And show him some love, and slip some'ing in his mug You did that like a G, brought that nigga to me He brought us his stash, now I fill a double bag with cash Smash a few weeks passed, first class I'm hitting that ass, stack mail and duck the task [Hook:] She's a hustler's wife, she thugging A hustler's wife, got it going on She's a hustler's wife, call it thug love She's a hustler's wife, married to a hustler [C-Murder:] Now five bricks a day, so I guess I'm that nigga Bought you a hair shop, all them hoes jock Rock for rock, ounce for ounce For and a halves, look at him I made him laugh You my dog and I got your back, straight up dime piece Just like me, you hate the police When you got with me, you married a mob boo Ain't no leaving one way, and that one way out true It comes with the job, let's take a ride grab the pearl I brought you This world is yours, just do what I taught you Bulletproof on the Benz, that I gave you right Ain't no slipping, when you living as a hustler's wife [Hook] [C-Murder:] They kicked in the do', waving the fo'-fo' It's a jack move, got me and my girl on the flo' But they mashed up, they ain't gon merk us Most likely they gon stick and move, in the service Ransacked the place, put the heat in my face I want ay'thang nigga, including the safe Man I'm this close to making a move, raising up And break, make a move for the tool shh Somebody set me up, must of been one of my homes The camera wasn't on, or the burglar alarm Mami don't cry, it's gon be alright This the shit that happens, as a hustler's wife [Hook] [talking:] (why y'all acting like this, what you thought You mad, cause we blowing it up You following us, I'm down with my nigga to the end And we gon keep, doing it big real big We mean that don't touch me don't put your hands on me Don't-don't touch me at all, so what's up huh) This chick ride or die tattooed up, with my name ay'thang Soldierette, whatever you wanna call it A lil' gangsta bitch, she's a hustler's wife She married to a hustler right, she's a hustler-hustler When I'm locked up she there for me, she care for me You heard me, she keep it real with me She deal with me, chill with me down to blow it up And blow with me, fire roller too whodi |
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from C-Murder - The Truest S*** I Ever Said (2006)
(C-Murder Talking)
Tru Records Chopper City C-Murder B.G. bout to do this thing yall heard us(this for real) Straight gutter you know(New Orleans) (C-Murder Chorus1) Now all yall done heard of me pussy Now Im C-Murder I done done things yall aint never heard of and imma fool boy they call me a folleyoung im willin to die for mine im willin to die for mine (B.G. Chorus) Now all yall done heard of me Im B Gizzle I done things yall bitch niggas scared of Ive smacked bitches, shot niggas, sold coke, court cases done it all I aint talkin I dont stunt at all (C-Murder Verse) You dont wanna mess with that glock boy(glock boy) catch me with that glock you get popped boy(and dropped boy) On the spot money bustin out my socks boy(socks boy) Its hot and now these cops on ma jock boy I break bread with them base heads I show some lovin till they slip then I trip son Its bigger than drugs they wanna label me a killer so dont push me life is hard im tryin to fill my own graveyard 3rd ward A menace to society like imma threat Ballin acts yall really see that imma wreck Ask money, wayne and rich about me its really unreal I was choked son when slim got killed you know how I feel It was a shame the reaper K, who should I blame my playas told me to be cool you know imma fool messin with you gorillas will get yo head bust(yo head bust) Me and my homies we bout that paper its money we after straight money makers the cutt boys could never be no fakers I spit that gangsta rap forget that hip hop I bump them gangsta ass beats that make yo head bop Now make that iron cocked and then that show stop cause its murder murder murder murder the 1 8 7 cause I dont give a shh shh But they dont hear me though (C-murder Chorus 2) Now all yall done heard of me Now Im C-Murder I done done things yall aint never heard of and I done sold rocks, rob blocks merked clowns and done time imma fool boy im willin to die for mine (B.G. Chorus) Now all yall done heard of me Im B Gizzle and I done things yall bitch niggas scared of Ive smacked bitches, shot niggas, sold coke, court cases done it all I aint talkin I dont stunt at all (B.G. Verse) If you dont know me ask somebody you know and I bet they know that this that lil nigga quick to draw down and split ya and cut ya throat this the nigga quick to handle his buisness and quick to creep this the nigga that aint bout poppin no playa squashin no beef this the nigga keep a 40 up on and with an extension this the nigga quick to steal from ya even when you payin attention Imma uptown gangsta VL don when I die bury me with yo bows and a tshirt on im a fool like that I be walkin through the hood with all my jewlery on bitch niggas wonderin how I do it Im as real as I could and it gets no realer I got killas like janeal just waitin for me to send em I was raised with gorillas and gangstas, killas and thugs, street hustlas that will touch you up these choppa city niggas are true to the game you hear C or BG you gotta know them names (C-Murder Chorus 1) (B.G. Chorus) (C-Murder Chorus 2) (B.G Chorus) (C-Murder) Now show me where you at (BG) Throw yo hands up, throw yo hands up for C-Murder callio throw yo hands up (C-Murder) Now stunt for me, now jump for me, now walk for me, now stomp for me (BG) Throw yo hands up, throw yo hands up for C-Murder callio throw yo hands up (C-Murder) Now stunt for me, now jump for me, now walk for me, now stomp for me Now slide like ya know VL CP street of tha nolia stunt for me, jump for me X5 on the track TRU |
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from C-Murder - The Truest S*** I Ever Said (2006)
Intro: Wake Up, Wake Up, Wake UP
Man I hit the set, and them bays be gettin' ghost(Yeah) Huh,(Yeah) They spookin'(Yeah) It's cool, Fuck the day dog(Yeah) Chorus 2x: You betta watch me Cause I'm doin' bad Cause I'm hurtin', I gotta get me Now where the goods at Playboy give me that And if them goods bad I'll make ya lean back Verse 1(C-Murder): See my pockets on E-fall I'm really tweekin' I can't be sittin' up here hurtin' all weekend I keep on fallin' off, at the worse times And if I slip, it aint my fault I'm gone reverse mine My pain, I'm gone merge mines Cause I'm sick wit it Now where them balla's at I'm lookin' for the big ticket 10 minutes from losin' it 1 day from lock up The way I'm livin' sooner or lata I'm gone be boxed up Nobody trustin' me They know I'm commin' I hit the block and I swear I see them cowards runnin' Puttin' they stash up Even out they windows Now why they trippin' I"m the exact opposite of 5-0 It's called Survival of the Fittest I can't help it, cause I'm wit And you ain't wit I come to get it, Yeah I did it I did that I can't take that back So beat yo feet black Oh, y'all gone remember me Cause me ain't no joke Me do what me does Cause ain't no being broke I was raised in this I ain't ask for this I tried changin' my life And now it's back to this Somebody pray for me The Lord is testin' me But them people they gone Have problems arrestin' me Now my lungs hurtin' Need that black vest Man, I feel like Jackin' one of these Rappers (Chorus 2x) Verse 2 (Fiend): We'll score a team with the Fellon's Wher y'all did the Misdameanors Niggas my age was pushin' Beamers (Pushin' Beamers) Niggas that sprayed was usin' Nina's (Usin' Nina's) A-K's and S-K, ya chest cave Ya neck shaved and ya waves turned to still water Bullet on fire, wreck some money still daughters Kill fathers, pop a seed in ya momma(Momma) This routine, you pussies start ya new thing I'm from the city where everythang crooked When the right kind of money, make the judge overlook it And I'm skrewed up I ain't talkin' Swisha House For I learned to tie my shoes up I was burnin' dudes up My ward verse yo ward, Put them 22's up These 26's make ya, Put them 22's up This mac 9, it mean I ain't givin' you(Fuck That) But bullets in that shiney new truck What ya know about fightin for 5 days Hangin' niggas upside down Commin' at ya sideways(Sideways) A crooked H is goin' 67/5 And I add them 3 quarters For the ride plus I'm high (Chorus 2x) Verse 3(Popeye): |
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from C-Murder - The Truest S*** I Ever Said (2006)
(feat. Capone, Montez)
[C-Murder:] Wahhhhhh! (Told my niggaz you was lookin' for me) It's your boy C, from the CP3 Forever true 'til I'm dead (Do ya still love me?) Lookin for it, Check this out, ya know [Chorus: C-Murder] I heard that you was lookin' for me, well here I go I told my niggaz you was lookin' for me, well there they go It was once upon a time in the projects show We bout this here, we keep the streets on lock yo [C-Murder:] Felonious capers (Riders), Straight money makers We jaggers, we bag 'em like the Green Bay Packers 24-7, all night, like 7-11 And when I die I don't know if I'll ever see heaven Now I done seen sinners, sold coke to beginners And blowed smoke with winners, now raise it up for them spinners I'm on the block now, throw 'em up for your dog I was born in the 3rd Ward, ruthless and hard And cut through, like the CT committee I ain't tryin to bounce, I'm tryin to flip a ounce and ball in my city So player, get your shine on, get your shine on All day long playboy, get your grind on Now will you come to die tonight? But it's my life or your life and I'm a fool with that knife Straight from the cell blocks, behind the cell bars It ain't easy being me - I'm a cutboy Capone and 'Tez, that's my niggaz ya dig We be thuggin, we be wildin, in these villas ya dig Cause we the realest ya dig, ain't no half steppin here I'm caught up now, but next year is my year 2002 - C-Murder died, your leader came alive 2005 - he saved, now I'm back from the grave Wildin out in the cellblocks is the project lil wodie And I ain't bothering nobody less you owe me [Chorus x2] [Montez:] I heard that you was lookin for me, well here I go Posted up on the block with a block of that snow Chillin wit Carnell off in the Nol Run up and you'll get smoked, just to let you know that Montez ain't a ho I'm from Atlanta where them haters get handled We'll dismantle the handle, with gliss that curves to the front like bandanas But for them small problems I keep revolvers .38 snug nose, my problem solver Knock a nigga, hit up off him And toss him off in the ditch like the bitch that he is If his partners try to find me, well they get the same shit Cause I'm a motherfuckin fool with my hand on my tool I knock a nigga out his shoes, that's how I pay my dues And if you choose to oppose my crew We'll bruise, your whole lil crew screamin out T-R-U Cause we don't give a motherfuck, nigga C told me that you lookin for me, here I go, wasup nigga? [Chorus x2] [Capone: background] There they go QB Yo listen man, QB, CP3 Tru game baby [Capone:] Yeah, I, I, I, I, I I heard that they was lookin for me (Know I keep guns) With hoods in the kitchen cookin for me (Teach you to spend one) I got the call from the murder man (Wodie whats happ'nin?) I got the drop, I could murder fam (It's nothin' to clap em) Just give me the word, I'll send him a bird To put 10 in him and finish him, it's business ya heard See we flossin on another level, bossin on another level Rose gold chain, rainbow rocks is the color bezel Wodie, if they lookin I ain't hard to find I stick out like a sore thumb with all this shine I gotta killa mentaility with a ballers grind I'll get you clipped long distance with a cordless nine Send a kite to the Callio and every crack server Who lettin that automatic blow, we freeing C-Murder - bitch! (Spoken) Yeah, this how we gon' do it baby Boss recognize boss baby [Chorus x2] |
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from C-Murder - The Truest S*** I Ever Said (2006)
Intro:
Bob ya head to this Bob yo head to that Hook: They say I'm crazy But they can't faze me Them chicks be lovin' me Cause I be thuggin' see I'm just a Cut Boy I hang in the Cut Boy I test em' up Boy Cause I don't give a fuck Boy Hook 2 (2x): Now,Back the fuck up Throw ya hood up Back the fuck up Now nigga what Verse 2: I ain't trippin' Naw, nigga never Any kind of weather Wind or whatever I'm way too clever Status too lifted Talented and gifted You tossed it, I pitch it A hog in the dog Ball, fall and ball I touch all of y'all Duck off in the fog Sippin', a lil' tipsy, like Nipsy Fortune Teller said it look bad She was a Gypsy Mean like Feind A gangsta, Nawha mean? Underground, tell I'm Under the ground XL:(Keep The MainStream) Pistol packin', Totin', Smokin' Cuttin', Throatin', Soldier I told ya, back up Rova, It's over Hook2 (2x): They say I'm crazy(Uh Huh) But they can't faze me(Fa Sho) Them chicks be lovin' me(Keep it real) Cause I be thuggin' see(Wile Out) I'm just a Cut Boy(What ya do) I hang in the Cut Boy(Them what) I test em' up Boy(Yeah) Cause I don't give a fuck Boy Hook 2x Verse 2: Watch me Flippa, Flippa Treat em' like a doubie Rollit and spin it fast Just like a Oozie Ain't gone let it Blues me Let nothin' get to me Come back hard and star in my own Movie If ya think ya know me Man You don't know me I done seen it all, And done it all Ain't nothin' you can show me I roll with high rollers And Purser Snatcha's Cut Boys, homie that still cause throwbacka's B.G. skeeza's that count cheese and hold Keys Screamin' C, Please let me see ya enemies I keep it real like Murda Dog and Black Dog I'm attack dog, waitin' to jack and whack y'all (Hook) Verse 3: Ridin' down the wrong way Down a one way on a Sunday With a A.K., with the Bass Hay(Hey!) Wildin' Out, Wildin' Out boy With a pocket full of stones I'm in the zone Do the Gangsta Walk(O.K) Do the Gangsta Bounce(Alright) Now show ya Gold's boy Mean Mug that fool Now show ya Gold's boy (ooks 1 and 2) XL: Once again, you have been listening to An XL and C-Murder collaboration Ya Know I told him, if he get me the vocals I could hook him up, ya heard me Holla, Holla...(Fade Out) |
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from C-Murder - The Truest S*** I Ever Said (2006)
[talking:]
XL, C-Murder [Hook:] Started small time, started small time Started small time, (look at me) I'm a baller Started small time, started small time Look at me (look at me now), I'm a baller [C-Murder:] I wet who you want, with it You with who I want with it, wet it and won't regret it Roll the dice keep it craps, 7-11's And that's a-and that's a, 211 I progress, only saving what's mine And I believe he lying, he not here he out of town In the ground, somewhere stanking Thinking, that's how it is from the city be thinking You know, thugging all day long Everything we do, is wrong [Hook x2] [C-Murder:] Now all y'all, heard of me My name C-Murder, (where you be hanging at) Derbany I'ma be thugging, till the bone I'm telling I'm certain, my ski mask and come up in your home Trick or treat, and Halloween is my day dog We be tripping we don't play, we pull a K off We be busting in the sky, and up in bodies too And one thang fa sho, that I keep this true [Hook x2] [C-Murder:] You don't really like me living, when I do what I do Because I keep's it true, stay blue boy I'm from the gutter, like cheap butter I rip and get wetter, no better And I be listening to the radio, thinking like it's due Be stunting in, what it do Talking bout, they got beef with me They don't know what beef is, until they try to come and get with me Watch me hit em wet em up, and leave em stinking In the ground like death boy, (hey C chill this for thr radio) [Hook] [C-Murder:] Where are my enemies, I can't see em Where are my enemies, they better duck Where are my enemies, they better run-run-run Bust-bust back, bust-bust-bust back Bust-bust-bust back That's how we do it, when we do it on my block Where you at (jump), where you at (jump) Where you at (jump), come here (come here) come here (come here) come here (come here) come here (come here), keep it real |
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from C-Murder - The Truest S*** I Ever Said (2006)
Cut ya speaka's up
Come check out that gutta music Rough, Rugged, Raw Uncut Where you at Los? (It's Murda) Chorus 2x Mama how you figure I'm a nigga destined for pain Ms. Peaches(You Ain't never gonna change) Verse 1: Up early in the mornin' Runnin' out the crack house The Grimm Reaper, tried to blow my back out (You feel me) Is there a Heaven for a Thug with Thug ways I'm searchin' for some better days Pappa was a Rollin' Stone, Pappa wasn't home Me, moms and the kids stuck at home I said fuck that, I'mma get paid I'mma get me a ticket to the streets And work my way to a Key Cause I'ma HUSTLA, JACK OF THE JACKA'S Make moves with Thugs Make moves where niggas show me love I'm from NEW ORLEANS, where we be ballin' Listen to the lyrics boy THE STREETS BE CALLIN' Some on the set tryin' to set me up and wet me up But these days I be's like I don't give a fuck We can all get buck, that's my mentallity I'll bring you back to reality (Hey) Keep it on the low-low Pass me the dow-dow Disrespect boy, that's a no-no I see through you You use to be TRU to TRU to you but never TRU to TRU Keep it real, guard yo grill I do em' like Mike Vick I'm on some Bout It, Bout It shit I got a rowdy, rowdy clique I'm stuck in the game, deep in the game Fuck Fame, I Aint Never Gone Change. Chorus 2x Mama how you figure I'm a nigga destined for pain Ms. Peaches(You Ain't never gonna change) My future's gettin' dem My chances gettin' slim I'm steady rappin' And they (steady attackin') Will I forever be behind bars, Lookin' out the window I'm thikin' bout my kinfolk I'm in the Courthouse, Starin' at the D.A. Lookin' for some leadway, lookin' for a free day But the color of my skin, realy did me in But I'm still proud To be the black man standin' in the croud I REPRESENT THAT,whom never resent that You could put a needle in my arm And life still goes on I be's a TRU nigga, til' I'm dead Even with the police and they money on my head I be duckin' from the FED's They be trippin' on my lady Takin' pictures of my bed and the way I lay my head Did you heard what I said?! The game ain't the same no more Nigga's done changed Ya best friend a bust ya brains Or they'll take a stand To lessin' they charge boy If that's ya fall partner You gone fall partner It's coo Playboy, I Feel Ya Pain I'm still in chains And I STILL DIDN'T CHANGE But they don't here me though.... Chorus Mama how you figure I'm a nigga destined for pain Ms. Peaches(You Ain't never gonna change) Ms. Peaches Somebody tell me why, why they wanna take my place Cause he ain't never, never gonnna chaaannge... |
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from C-Murder - Trapped In Crime (2000)
[Taken from Martin Luther King Jr's speech]
Though we come to cash this check A check will give us a fund demands A riches of freedom and the security of justice Chorus [C-Murder] Forever TRU, 'til I'm dead (Do you still love me?) This be the TRUest shit I ever said I'm forever TRU, 'til I'm dead (Do you still love me?) This be the TRUest shit I ever said Forever TRU, 'til I'm dead (Do you still love me?) This be the TRUest shit I ever said I'm forever TRU, 'til I'm dead (Do you still love me?) This be the TRUest shit I ever said [C-Murder] Me and my nigga knew we ride, and vibe And smoke weed, and get high and talk about my niggas that died No Limit Records opened doors for niggas But they rebelled, turned Bendict, Don't make me get up in your shit, bitch And let me tell you something you alredy know Fucking with me, is like fucking with the whole yole' I'm still depressed about my nigga Mac I let him roll with some bitch ass niggas, but I'ma handle that And to much drama for my baby momma Them niggas tapping my phone, they wouldn't safe at home I need a ride or die, stand by my side, from the projects My baby boo be the realest chick I ever met I let that Cash Money shit slide but it's cool But next time I'ma have to act a fool I keep it street, and them real niggas love it Forever TRU til I'm dead, cause I'ma die thuggin', ya heard me? Chorus [C-Murder] Forever TRU, 'til I'm dead (Do you still love me?) This be the TRUest shit I ever said I'm forever TRU, 'til I'm dead (Do you still love me?) This be the TRUest shit I ever said [C-Murder] Be runnin' outta clubs, as nigga be rasing flags You only get nine lives I murder that ass It's the world's most dangerous crew, TRU Records My crew stay behind bars, we ghetto superstars Been droppin' bars in studios, and finger fuck pretty hoes And got a pad in every ghetto Niggas wanna be a pimp, that's a lie The tank dumpin' niggas like Kemp, then they die It's on now nigga, I'm ready You see my face up in your dreams like Freddy So bow down, all you motherfuckers leaving my crew Bow down to a TRU nigga greater than you Chorus [C-Murder] Forever TRU, 'til I'm dead (Do you still love me?) This be the TRUest shit I ever said I'm forever TRU, 'til I'm dead (Do you still love me?) This be the TRUest shit I ever said [C-Murder] Forever TRU baby, you know what that means? I'm with this shit 'til I'm dead, you dig? No Limit, TRU, forever Do you still love me? |
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from C-Murder - Trapped In Crime (2000)
Hoody-hoo!
C-Murder, wassup nigga? You know how we doin No Limit D-P-G-C For the R-2-G Yeah, thats right, check this out my nigga What? what? hahahaha, hahahaha, hahahahaa Oh shit Verse 1: Snoop Dogg I sees the nigga on the tank with the bank and the cash A house down South, where I plants my stash Gold medallions locked up with hash And the best weed you never had, haha I'm, lookin at mu wody its about that time Master P hooked me up so now I got to get mine These diamonds on my neck let you know I'm fine But man, I'm so anxious like genuine Rap lables, turn tables, it's all a fable So many niggas'll sell their soul for a gold cable I refuse to lose, I want the walkin' G shoes Spit at you about these issues, I bless you I'm not here to diss you, the issue is relevent This cold world'll make you kill a nigga Especially one that's 'bout a dollar bill nigga Do you got it? do you want it? Do you need it? Or will you get it? I get it Big Snoop Dogg said it (nigga) I'm here to shead it , get down Right now (what?) TRU motherfuckin records (who?) in in effect with the Dogg Pound (DPG) We're open now And all you niggas from the ghetto lookin' up at me And can't believe I went from nothin' to somethin', believe it G! Picture it, see it, touch it And watch how a real motherfucker does it Chorus:KoKane It's like kill or be killed, in this here concrete jungle For black folks, sometimes no don't love no one But if I die before it's time, let it be known, let it be shown I was true to the game full blow And you know.... Verse 2: Eastsidaz Goldie Loc: Yeah, real niggas don't give a fuck Wassup? keep it crackin', lil Tray Deee Bang back lil' homies, don't let them get your chest seen Watch your homies they waitin for you to slip If I was sellin' in yo' shoes them nigga would have been the trip Ghetto see ridin', rollin' till the sun come up No second thoughts about my killin' I'm the first to duck Blue rag damp ni'a in every one of my pockets Throwin' up high in the sky Known you pissed off Tray Deee: It ain't no fakin of mine It's what I place on the line Paper chase is a crime So ain't takin' no time It's all out till I fall out, full assault I want it all like my dog, fresh socks and growth Bitches jockin' how I ball, shit drops the chrome Blazin' chronic, sippin' tonic, how we live for the three On the street corner, heat, 'cause it's kill or seek he chorus Verse 3: C-Murder I'ma steal this boo, when the cops behind me It's kill or be killed, but them niggas can't find me It's a test everyday, from the South to the West Niggas mad, 'cause my nigga Snoop is labelled the best Guess what? OG, in the game of rap And everytime that i see 'em, I get a nigga dept Whats up, to my partners Tray Deee and Goldie Loc Quick motherfuckin' niggas, always gon' smoke In the concrete jungle, man you know where it's at It's the place, where you wanna leave, don't wanna be at Believe that, you can check in, but you can't check out Like Rae, everybody doin' their own shit to get paid You might die, but it all, goes along with the job Even ride, do whatever it takes to survive You a bitch! If you snitch on your friends But you a true motherfucker, you don't fuck with the pigs chorus C-Murder talks 'till fade |
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from C-Murder - Trapped In Crime (2000)
Artist: C-Murder f/ Da Brat, Jermaine Dupri
Album: Trapped in Crime Song: How a Thug Like It [C-Murder & Jermaine Dupri talking] C: JD turn it up, ya heard me JD: Yea C: C-Murder JD: Uh huh, Oh, Yea hmmm C: Ha what JD: Uh huh, uh JD: Ah Ha, Ah Ah JD: uh huh, uh huh JD: Uh, Ah Ha, Ah Ha JD: Uh ha, Brat, C-Murder Chorus: [C-Murder] You talk a good one shorty, you make me sweat How a thug nigga like girl? [Da Brat] Nice and wet You makin me hot and horny with what you poppin so far How a tru bitch like it C? [C-Murder] Nice and hard [C-Murder] You kinda fly, you kinda shy Wha'cha eat, wha'cha drive And you like them ghetto boys The ones who make that noise You know I'm thugged out, you know I do this, you know I do that And for a fact, you know I do things that make my pocket fat Cuz I'm tru, I hang with the man, you gave me the game Plus I'm fame, and now ya'll scream my name Call me a jogger, cuz you got me sweatin your style I ran a couple miles and some, see where I'm comin from I like em smooth, with cat eyes, and iced-out, and show 'nough You need the handcuffs, that rough stuff You talk a good one shorty, I mean that Now won't you lay on'r back, Let a thug between that Chorus: 2x [Da Brat] You kinda sexy, you kinda ghetto, with them slugs in your front C-Murder, can you hold me down, give a thug girl what she want Money and nice cars A house with a pool in the backyard Take me shoppin with No Limit, on the credit card ? this shrimp, push a Lambragini ta sick Drink Crystal when it's cold, I wanna mint the stick Go on and do this, and do that When you come home, to Brat You'll never want another girl again, this thug blew th Gimme the loot, so I can cop a new Jag And Brat dat I got it from you, With a 45 caliber too In case a nigga run up on me, I got somethin to shoot Chorus: 2x [Da Brat] We ride together Survive and die together I ain't leaving you never Tougher the leather, make it last forever [C-Murder] That's what I need Brat I hope you mean dat But yet these cat take these keys Let me show you where the cheese at [Da Brat] I can love you innocently Bring home at least 20 g's a week From hustlin in da street [C-Murder] Uh huh And I'ma take dat, then hit dat, then flip dat, then finish wit dat And hit you back, when you can trip cruise on a ship [Da Brat] Now I hold it down for you, you hold it d [C-Murder] Uh huh And I'ma ride for you If you ride for me I would even, die for you Now would you die for me Chorus: 2x [Jermaine talking] 5-0-4 ta the 4-0-4 Ha, you know Yea, huh, out |
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from C-Murder - Trapped In Crime (2000)
Intro:
It's C-Murder, ya heard me? (Master P in here) (Represent that low Mid-East, wodie!) (thugs) From the unwild to the dead (wassup God?) (Where you at Fat Joe?!) You want beef boy? (Joe crack) (Oh yeah) (flex) Huh? Joe, haha hoodie-hoo! Verse 1: Fat Joe: Yo what the fuck is goin' on black? You ain't never seen no combat These streets here like ?? and we on that Yeah we on that When you see those cats comin' with 100 motherfuckers that'll kill you Better run, and it's the God, Joe Creasy Liftin's so easy Fifth got a clip that'll grip your dome, cheezy, for sheezy Y'all don't wanna see that wodie, I'm from the streets Where the theme is to keep that mother You motherfuckers actin' like you really wanna hold beef Like these bullets I keep can go through your gold teeth Like we ain't those niggas you really wanna be Signin' off, truly yours, C-Murder and Joe C Chorus: C-Murder You want beef wardie? (Niggas don't want no beef) You talkin' to me wardie? (Shoot 'em right through they gold teeth) You wanna see wardie? (Niggas don't wanna see us) I'm from the streets wardie x2 Verse 2: C-Murder: See, I was born into the streets I'm ahead of the game, it's like a bad habit Seems like I'm never gon' change See I'm a hustler, that means I'm never gon' get it I even ride, I mean like I get it See I'm a thug nigga dog, I'm fresh off the block Hold up player, you caught me, with a mouth full of rock Ain't shit changed my nigga Yeah, I'm on MTV, but I'm from the Projects Where ??? You and me, ain't no sunshine when I'm there, I'm there I'm from the streets, my niggas in the hood, they be dyin' Where the key is, won't slow down, lay down I'll have you restin' in pieces Now listen up player, if you really want beef chorus No Limit Yo that's why... |
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from C-Murder - Trapped In Crime (2000)
Chorus X2:
We gon' die thuggin, cause that's just the life we lead We gon' die thuggin, bustin at our enemies Verse One: Sam Bustin at our foes, for the sake of being riders Till the casket close, thug shit be inside us We try to survive it, cause all we got is the projects On the camouflage sets, in the bricks, niggas die wet Till the death for street glory, it's infinite beef Though it's most of the reasons lotta niggas six deep With heat, when we ride, we 'posed to roll that way To keep a soul that way, with 44's that spray The key to the city, it come in bricks or them birds Thug niggas, drug dealers making flipping that 3rd Born to my work, deserve what's supposed to be mine If it's what the fuck we need Then D, we 'posed to be ride Try to separate us, but it's survival of a thug While you try to play us, now you gotta watch my slugs Ride wit us, die wit us, follow us to the war We got five on the weed and we blowin inside of the car Chorus: Verse Two: D.I.G. Ya'll niggas better I'mma die for this shit that I need I've been committed too long for me not to succeed I been in greed my whole life And caught up in the weed Hustling with thugs and everyday, go to sleep Keeping the guns cocked Surrounding the block, opening up shop With a bundle of rocks in my socks Niggas wann beef If it come to that dogg, I'm down with it Stank a lick for the fetti Get the cash and clown with it Hennessy and weed when I'm comin' Throw your guns up, let me see If you bitch ass niggas gon make some noise bruh Follow me now cause I'm coming up And ain't that cold I got too many bitches running up And niggas wanted to blast me, police harass me If I slip in the street I really think them niggas'll snatch me Like I'm faking the game But taking the pain letting them niggas know How I'm shaking the game with nothing to explain Chorus: Verse Three: C-Murder We gon die thuggin, we ride or die, stay muggin And bustin, and flooding many bullets in your cousin Survive or not, any block I hit is hot Ask them warlocks shit, them hard-knocks give me props Like them Melphomine boys I got them toys that'll split ya With enough ammo for every nigga that's with ya I hit ya sun up or sundown it don't matter As long as my muthafuckin' pockets get fatter Bitch ass niggas on the edge they bout to fall You wanna brawl, I make a muthafucking call And kill ya'll shit, that's what I said and I meant it That was your last dollar and you spent it, ya heard me You 45 cent ass nigga, I make mills Your bets to chill before you get your shit spilled Lil' daddy I hope you make the right decision I know some that'll have your ass missing Chorus X4 |
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from C-Murder - Trapped In Crime (2000)
Chorus:
I am staring at the walls, I can't sleep I wanna see my kids, I wanna be free I am staring at the walls, I can't sleep I wanna see my kids, I wanna be free (they got me lock down) Verse 1: My lil' cousin Folley, down in that 'llo I gotta phone call, said them niggas in the store I said "Is you playing or dogg, is you real?" 'Cause you know that somebody is 'bout to get killed I started loading bullets in my chrome revolver Whenever I gotta problem, it's my problem solver Then I call Boo-Boo, and told him to call Tony Told him meet at the spot, just incase them people on me My trigger finger itchy, and I am smoking on that sticky To puffs was enough, to get me feeling tricky I roll up on the spot with forty-five reeds To leave a nigga bleeding, like it's kill a nigga season Rat-Tat-Tat-Tat-Tat, some fools got wet Now I ain't break a sweat, but I got their respect And now I am in a cell for the holidays, oh well At least I am alive, shit I could of been in hell Chorus: I am staring at the walls, I can't sleep I wanna see my kids, I wanna be free I am staring at the walls, I can't sleep I wanna see my kids, I wanna be free Verse Two: Hard living out of jail, my people say I'm finished They said I'm bad news, like my big cousin Jimmy My name's in the paper, cause I'm always in messes The po-po's caught me hot with some guns and a vest But I'd rather get caught with it, then without it You run up on No Limit, you better be 'bout it I'll never tuck my tank in, I'm never running I don't care if it's me against a motherfucking hundred I represent the tank, that means I'm a soldier I wear No Limit Gear with MP's and smoke doulja There goes the police sweatin' me again I had some open warrants so the fools took me in Chorus: I am staring at the walls, I can't sleep I wanna see my kids, I wanna be free I am staring at the walls, I can't sleep I wanna see my kids, I wanna be free I am staring at the walls, I can't sleep I wanna see my kids, I wanna be free I am staring at the walls, I can't sleep I wanna see my kids, I wanna be free |
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from C-Murder - Trapped In Crime (2000)
[C-Murder](Talking)
Say Bass Heavy brah Turn that shit up ya dig De one here, ya muthafuckas ain't bootin up on tha flo' (yeah boot up nigga or shut up) Lookin at that nigga Krazy Listen to it (3rd ward) I wanna see a nigga get hurt of this shit yeah ya dig We makin moves nigga On da block posted up ta get mine [C-Murder] (Chorus 2x) I'm on the block posted up Wit them thangs loaded up Hope them folks don't pull up Cuz if they do then I'm stuck I'ma be in jail wit dat dig look Hair all nappy lookin like a fuckin crook [C-Murder] I'm on da block with them thangs loaded up I mean them toys Fuck them niggas if they fuck with my me or my boys I'ma tru nigga don't care bout nothing boy If ya start frontin I'ma have ta start somethin Fuck the whole world If they don't like If I go to jail my old lady gonna ride me Cuz I'ma thug a a lil' ghetto boy trapped in crime I hope them folks don't put up a take my muthafuckin dimes On the block posted up and I'm down for whatever Have you been ride for yo shit, nigga never Cuz if I gotta gun (what) and he gotta gun Shit I don't give a fuck nigga I ain't gone run It's degree but a pen in my future (in my future) That's why I live how I live Cuz that's all that I'm use ta You don't wanna go to war and that's real Lil' nigga gotta chill cuz he might get killed [Chorus] 2x [???] I'm on the block tryin ta make some change I'm tired of being broke So I'ma get my money right and smoke some weed and coke I couldn't concentrate in school with the problems I had When my brother went to jail is when I took the wrong path That's when I had to step up and be the man ta make it right Eat and sleep all day and hustle, hustle all night If anybody need me well they can catch me be on the block In all black with a glock and a mouth full of rocks Muthafuckin cop straight fillin still totin glocks I'm on the block posted up chillin by the barbershop I told my nigga make the holla if them people pull up So I can get the fuck cuz I ain't tryin to get that dig look [???] I dig up in y'all like Min Yawl Fuck around and get ya head cracked Playing with this tru dawg so back up off me lil' daddy Before ya piss me off Carry max, gauges, choppers, and double barrel sawed-off We ain't come ta have stuff, we came ta bust heads Burn houses to the pavement if we feel we gettin played, now everyday Hobbies is load and bust and knock a nigga leg off If a bitch say somethin, now who be the rawest nigga T-R-U the most dangerous Just load'em up it ain't no thang ta us We maxing up a coming ta get cha Oh fake ass niggas gonna make us split cha On the block with the rocks getting richa, the picture [Chorus] 2x [C-Murder] Hum brah |
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from C-Murder - Trapped In Crime (2000)
Artist: C-Murder f/ Mystikal
Album: Trapped in Crime Song: What You Bout [M] You motherfucking well right. [C] What's happ'. Motherfucking well right [M] BUCK! BUCK! Here I go boy. 504 still up in this BITCH! [C] Nigga, TRU Records in this bitch ya dig It's a No Limit thang boy. [M] Nigga, if you aint bout that motherfucking drama and all that other crazy ass shit, get the fuck out the club nigga [C] Ke'noe [M] Ya heard me Chorus 2x: Mystikal (C-Murder) What you bout boy (What you bout boy) Thugged out boy (Thugged out boy) From the South boy (From the South boy) Shut ya mouth boy (Shut ya mouth boy) [Mystikal] Yeah Kept telling a motherfucker they aint gon' feel us, see us, hear us These niggas from the 504 the realest, TRU ghetto godzillas Ya'll niggas tryna keep up with the man ya'll motherfuckers need to keep up with the time Fuck all that other shit, come up with the beat I'ma come up with the rhyme The dome splitter, natural born zone ripper Hold my own nigga, big tyme pistol gripper I told ya ass, you can't say my name with a dick in yo mouth It done happened already, you know I'm coming to fuck up the crowd Any how, got ya hands down might as well have yo pants down Bout this Bout it Bout it, so nigga don't FUCK AROUND The man hot, stand out Got the whole clout, represent the whole South Chorus [C-Murder] What you bout, I'm bout that drama, step to me and let's handle it A nigga out the South, with golds in his mouth, straight out of Louisiana The boot, we quick to shoot, the 504 I'm representing TRU niggas on the tank, N-L for life, down south, No Limit Deadly Soundz bring the noise for them boyz who be dumping with them heaters And I bring them lyrics that'll have them killers fighting like mosquitos Break bread with killers and hang with thugs, nigga went to jail for slangin drugs Now I'm free, just me and the streets aint fucking with a nigga if he aint fucking with me But if it go down, I'm ready to ride, I aint scared, I'm ready to die Nigga be glad I punched you in yo eye, coulda made yo mama cry Don't play me boy, I aint no toy, thugged out from the South boy Fucking with No Limit will get yo dragged out yo house boy |
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from C-Murder - Trapped In Crime (2000)
[C-Murder]
You know I just got outta jail and everything and I'm trying to change my life for the better You know I got kids to feed but I got a question you know Where do I go from here? Chorus [Sons of Funk] Tell me where do we go from here? Tell me why must I shed my tears? The ghetto is a jungle, but I call it home I gotta struggle to live, so leave me alone Tell me where do we go from here? Tell me why must I shed my tears? The ghetto is a jungle, but I call it home I gotta struggle to live, so leave me alone [C-Murder] So many rainy days and gun sprays, I'm hearing AK's out my window Close my shades, let me blaze on this indo My situation getting sticky, life is green I mean I'm 19, and my momma is a dope fiend And I think about all the hard times we had No dad, no time shared, the buster never cared A little bastard child, going wild, Another victim of a broken home, my TRU friend was the chrome And if it wasn't for bad, I had no luck at all I represented my hood, I sprayed my name on the wall Fresh outta jail, and I'm here to see the sun rise another year But tell me where do we go from here Chorus [Sons of Funk] Tell me where do we go from here? Tell me why must I shed my tears? The ghetto is a jungle, but I call it home I gotta struggle to live, so leave me alone Tell me where do we go from here? Tell me why must I shed my tears? The ghetto is a jungle, but I call it home I gotta struggle to live, so leave me alone [Mac] The ghetto is hot, it's dark, and most of all it's a prison Most of my niggas serve life sentences, only the few is risen I made it out the hood but my people still there Some of them dead, strung out, up in they wheelchair I still care from a distance and I know that any day could lead me back to that crimey insistance I tell the kids be persistent, when they follow they dreams Ain't no telling what tommorrow brings Ain't no time to be wasting, you wanna be a doctor or the patient? Hesitation can lead to expiration, only God can predict it, Where do we go from here, snorting powder, drinking beer Smokin' crack, killin' our peers, I shed tears Chorus [Sons of Funk] Tell me where do we go from here? Tell me why must I shed my tears? The ghetto is a jungle, but I call it home I gotta struggle to live, so leave me alone Tell me where do we go from here? Tell me why must I shed my tears? The ghetto is a jungle, but I call it home I gotta struggle to live, so leave me alone [Silkk] Where do we go from here, after we all gone and where do we go after we ain't got no place to call home Hell I'm just glad to be breathing ?? like I was the projects for a reason Shit, tell my niggas we gotta live, and some gotta give Y'all gotta rise above this shit, and turn negatives into positive Yeah I struggled, but I'ma hustler, and that's self explanatory So if I die trying, the hood can just tell y'all my story Niggas seen killings and drug dealings, imagine we'd dream through it all Old ladies ?? through the window, I guess she done seen it all It's up to you, cause nobody seems to jam with us We struggled to long at the bottom, nowhere else to go but up Chorus [Sons of Funk] Tell me where do we go from here? Tell me why must I shed my tears? The ghetto is a jungle, but I call it home I gotta struggle to live, so leave me alone Tell me where do we go from here? Tell me why must I shed my tears? The ghetto is a jungle, but I call it home I gotta struggle to live, so leave me alone |
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from C-Murder - Trapped In Crime (2000)
(feat. Krazy, Master P)
[P talking] "One in a half,two in a half,three in a half, (four quarters)I think I might have a thousand grams(one key)" [Chorus: singing] Hustlin, hustlin Tryin' to survive in the ghetto ooh ohh Hustlin,hustle Tryin' to survive in the ghetto ooh ooh [Master P] (Where them fiends at,I'll be right there in the hall way ya heard me) Now picture me a street nigga went from weed to guns My cousins a dope dealer now it's coke & funds Now with the money comes bitches & with the feds comes snitches I'm just a lil' nigga tryin' to go from rags to riches Cause in the ghetto niggas like to flip fo' & a half The projects is home but the ghetto's my lab Niggas scream third ward nigga we ready to ride Niggas say fuck No Limit then we ready to die Nigga fo' fives & nines we hold them high Lil' niggas whoop whoop hide them pies Cause if it don't make dollas then it don't make sense An if yo hustle ain't tight nigga you'll end up in the pen Chorus (2X) [Krazy] What if these mothafuckin' project bricks could talk Would they tell what goes on nigga after dark Bullets spark young homies gettin' blasted Sixteen in a muthafuckin' casket the games drastic Live my life wit my thug soldiers gettin' high Mixin' Hennessy & weed bitch it's do or die When we ride to yo area Tell yo family find where they can bury ya My dawgs carry ah AK's & ski masks If you got ki's then yo niggas better hind yo ass We blast like dope fiends roamin' the block No matter how many niggas get popped drugs'll never stop believe dat Chorus (2X) [C-Murder] (check this out playa) Now picture me a TRU nigga thugged out hustlin' hard I hope you niggas understand I could never be soft Cause mentally I'm capable of over comin' the worst I'm havin' flashes picture me in ashes & dirt On a T-shirt a memory a thought of the past I lost my brother to a muthafuckin' gun blast I analyze every nigga watch his moves look in his eyes Cause you can never tell Predicted dead or in jail nigga Now tell me what you see Cause life's so hard for a Callio nigga like me ya dig Cause I'm gonna hustle til' I'm gone Hit the highway & play again it's on in the ghetto Chorus (2X) [C-Murder] TRU Records, TRU Records huh brah On top we never flop ya dig non stop the billboard spot Whatshappn' own records representin' the millenium (yaheard) For the 2g (yaheard) still I ride what's up Ke'noe nigga What's up to all my niggas out there (huh brah) The Young Guns,CP3, New 9(New 9) whatshappn' Magic, Peaches whatshappn' what's up Krazy nigga Suge what's up chillin' keep it real nigga |
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from C-Murder - Trapped In Crime (2000)
Artist: C-Murder
Album: Trapped in Crime Title: That Calliope [Chorus] That Calliope, That Calliope That Calliope (Take it outside) That Calliope That Calliope (Take it outside) That Calliope That Calliope (Take it outside) [C-Murder] Knuckle up nigga, knuckle up nigga I'm a Calliope nigga now what nigga I say boot up or shut up or bitch get cha life lit up Yeah ya heard me Where they at, where they at, where they at nigga Get the gat, get the gat, get the gat nigga Ain't no nigga like a Calliope nigga Cuz a Calliope nigga is the shit Ain't no nigga like a no limit nigga Don't start no shit won't be no shit I said bitch get off me, bitch get off me (take it outside) Them hoes, hoes ain't nothin but hoes [Chorus] 3x [C-Murder] I want it you got it Let me get that out cha nigga so drop it I can't stop there ain't no stoppin it That fuckin boy keep fuckin wit my mind again Everybody wanna be a slugged up nigga Everybody wanna be a slugged up nigga Say brah, say brah would you please get up out the way brah I say bitch stop talkin that shit And suck a tru nigga dick I say nigga stop runnin ya mouth Before I turn this muthafucka out [Chorus] 3x [C-Murder] I say bounce for a tru nigga, bounce for a tru nigga Bounce trick bounce, bounce, bounce I say jump for the Calliope, jump for the Calliope Jump nigga, jump, jump, jump Where the uptown posse, where the uptown posse Where they at, where they at, where they at Where my 3rd Ward niggas, where my 3rd Ward niggas Where they at, where they at, where they at, I'm a uptown nigga so fuck ya niggas I'm a Calliope nigga so fuck ya niggas I'm a no limit nigga so fuck ya niggas I'm a T-R-U nigga so fuck ya nigga Chorus till end |
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from C-Murder - Trapped In Crime (2000)
(talking)(popeye)
Don't real niggas die, in god we return, but respect the real though, feel that Chorus: Young Thugs You better watch your back before you get yourself mugged 'Cause niggas 'round here ain't gon' show u no love Them niggas ain't no friend to you All them niggas wanna do is put a end to you (verse 1: C-Murder) Look at the future, look into the eyes of the men that might shoot ya Even your best friend might do ya Why take a chance on a man just because he shake your hand Them same niggas kill for a grand and I don't understand All that friendship shit is played out You better wake up before you be layed out I know u smoke weed with'em and you trust'em like your brother But he ain't your brother Nigga listen to your mother You walk around like you big and bad nigga If you was in jail you might be fag nigga How can I love you, you don't love yourself You play the game raw fool and its bad for your health (chorus) (2x) (verse 2: Hollaway of the GC's) Now whats a friend what a patner How do tell who's an imposter A nigga you see rarely could be diggin down your bitch daily, it scares me My little brothers in that situation Ther's clowns hangin' round because there's paper in this occupation I done warned ya, the same one you tote wit' Sell your little dope wit' Or get your fuckin' throat slit Wanna be a hustler nigga? holla at me, there's rules to the game First of all don't FUCK wit' the lame I used to hit the block, glock cock stone in my matchbox Hollerin' at them hoes Pullin' flights on po-pos But now im Hollaway With the GC's until my diein' day There's freedom on the streets if you cherish it try to stay (chorus) (2x) (verse 3: Popeye) Think about when I stood that may be left when I was foldin' my few Just tryin' to see who lyin' me when I was told that I knew Boldin' my crew between the edge of my future with no return On any hella-heart in the flesh but no concern, burn Rainy nights and waterfalls To walk away on a date my daughter call Y'all tryin' make a way to slaughter y'all Even though we held up rukus before the battle Made it through pistol poppin' unlockin' I saw your shadow standin' next to me wit just a clip Flallin' beside me couldn't resist to flip You held me down but yet we missed a ship Reachin' out abusin' my purpose to guide the night crew Notice that I'm a part of your blood and what I might do (chorus) (4x) |
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from C-Murder - Trapped In Crime (2000)
[Soulja Slim]
please baby look in my eye look in my eye and let me put my dick in your mouth dick in your mouth girl, please don't you act like your shy like your shy and let me bust a nut in your eye please baby look in my eye look in my eye and let me put my dick in your mouth dick in your mouth girl, please don't you act like your shy like your shy and let me bust a nut in your eye |
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from C-Murder - Trapped In Crime (2000)
Artist: C-Murder
Album: Trapped in Crime Title: They Want My Money feat. Mac, Mia X (Thug talkin to a Bitch) (Chorus) & [Mac] 2x Bitches want my money They want my time All they gonna get Is a dick up in they mouth Bitches want my money They want my time [she only want the finer things] All they gonna get Is a dick up in they mouth (C-Murder) Now to all y'all gold-diggin' bitches Tryin to fuck a nigga cause a nigga got riches Dollar signs, yeah I see 'em in your eyes Everything up out your mouth is a muthafuckin' lie U's just like a black cat when I see you in my path I get bad luck girl, you know you're down, beg You say you want a Rolex, wan' brake a nigga off Cause when I get the pussy I'ma leave you in the mall You think you're in love but you're in love with my money If I didn't have a dollar, bitch you wouldn't holler So meet me at the 'tele, let me see what you're about Cause all you gon' get is some dick up in your mouth You dig... (Chorus) 2x (Mia X) First of, I can never have your dick in my mouth You need tweezers just to pull the little fucker out C you 'bout stuntin for them niggas when you know you get your sweat on Down to put your face in my pussy, I call you 'tampon' Crab on my style, call me up all day But 5 minutes, so what To watch you pre-ejaculate, you talk the tit's are fake Yet you tryin to act bad Fuck around and get a mouth full of (?) Gimme the face cash, I ain't tryin to spend no time You can kick it with your mama, I just want the dollars Mia X's be makin show you niggas cum correct I want it all from stole' money to the (?) cheques (Chorus) 2x |
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from C-Murder - Trapped In Crime (2000)
[C-Murder]
***Every soldier need a thug, and every thug need a soldierette. See me, I'm a tru playa ya heard me Chorus: Suga Bear (C-Murder) And I don't wanna kiss and hug you, All I really wanna do is love you Thug girl (You need a thug in your life) I need a thug girl (You need a thug in your life) In a little every now and then No relationships we just friends Thug girl (You need a thug in your life) I need a thug girl (You need a thug in your life) [C-Murder] You said you lookin for a thug to show you love Well, baby boo, whats up with you my name is tru How do you do? I'm fascinated by the way you look Your pretty face make me wanna steal your heart if I was a crook You said you wanna have a little fun But if you're looking for a man I ain't the one I see you didn't run You say you interested in this thug Well, introduce yourself and you can be a phone call away from ghetto love No strings attached, take it slow You say you never met a man like me before Oh you ain't know, forever grow No time for games, too many squirrels in my world Pretending to be a pearl That's why I need a thug girl Hook: 4x I'm a tru playa [Krazy] You know how we do this here baby Erotic sex in ya man's bed you know I'm gone freak ya Sexy you know I love ya but lets keep it a secret Tell ya girls if ya want you know they can't be trusted She wanna sex me anyway so she gone get you busted Somebody snitched now ya man be bootin' me up Word on the street if he catch me he gone shoot me up Tell that fool he better chill, I never touched you girl If he don't I'm gone have to put that chopper in his world I fantasize of you naked girl I just can't shake it If I offered you my heart sweetie would you take it Don't break it, cause that's all I have left with pride Baby we can rule the world with you at my side, now Chorus |
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from C-Murder - Trapped In Crime (2000)
Artist: C-Murder
Album: Trapped in Crime Title: Street Thugs feat. Magic, New-9 (C-Murder) I started off as a street thug pushin' dimes A million dollars in the safe but it's drug money some niggas died so some of that shit's blood money An no regrets I spend my cheddar wit a smile I'm buckwild like a muthafuckin' juvenile Incarcerate me reabilitate me in the pen An fuck tha world my own momma turned me in These muthafuckas got the whole game fucked up I got them golds & a rag now they bucked up I started off as a street thug pushin' dimes I flipped tha game on em' now the whole block's mine These niggas know my trigga finger ain't nothin' nice Cause I'm droppin' fools so them niggas think twice (Chorus: C-Murder & (Magic) I got them golds & a rag now they bucked up I started off as a street thug pushin' dimes(we muthafuckin ballers) I got them golds & a rag now they bucked up I started off as a street thug pushin' dimes(ballers) (repeat) (New-9) Down for my man Dolla Bill it's bout that time Post bail half step shit I'm bustin' for mine Bustin' rhymes for mine Doin' crimes for mine Get in tha way you'll be layin' in that pond for mine Boy I'm slangin' that nine killa just ask the police, Tha Feds, tha ATF man they all know me I ain't trippin' off no muthafuckin' nigga on the street Marchin' on yo block & we ain't scampin' our feet See I'mma ball til' I fall nigga From tha blocks to tha burbs Rocks tha word same nigga street hustler multitalent I give a damn if you then crossed our path An you think you cand handle it glock busters Chorus(2X) (Magic) I'mma ball nigga You seen me in tha mall hollerin' at them broads nigga Wit my back against the muthafuckin wall nigga Magic in mack mode I'mma fool nigga pimpin' tha tightest hoes Spendin' cash like I'm sittin' on a couple of mills Wit all my bitches in line them hoes payin' my bills They respect this Ain't tryin' to see me pissed Cause I'll send em' to bed without this Magic dick Don't give a fuck about a nigga I figured you niggas don't wanna see this nigga ball ya'll wanna see me fall But I'm the shit nigga Just look at the crowd go wild when I spit nigga An that's the real cause we muthafuckin' ballers Chorus(2X) |
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