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from Teedra Moses - Complex Simplicity (2004)
Oh cat daddy...
[Verse 1] Tell me what you know about, tell me what you know about (You and me 2gether) Loving, so sweet, no beef, just us 2 Tell me what you know about, tell me what you know about (Love through any weather) Fuss, fight, put you out, take you back cuz baby it's a (Ghetto love affair, Ghetto love affair, Ghetto love affair) Tell me what you know about your man huggin' blocks, all night When he should be home huggin you.. Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh (Tell me what you know about a hustle can do) To true love [Chorus] You'll never find a better woman or a bigger fool Tell me what you know about breaking up and getting back 2gether You'll never find a better woman or a bigger fool Tell me what you know about, what you know about love. Oh cat daddy.. [Verse 2] (But when the $ and the fame came) Could it really ever change, all you wanna do is grind. Why can't we spend some time. (You're unfaithful with my lovin') Oh.. and this $ don't mean nothing. We keep going round and round and baby it's a (Ghetto love affair, Ghetto love affair, Ghetto love affair) Tell me what you know about your man Giving gifts to compensate for his shit Oh (Tell me if you what a hustle can do) I'm telling you, oh you'll never find [Chorus] You'll never find a better woman or a bigger fool Tell me what you know about breaking up and getting back 2gether You'll never find a better woman or a bigger fool Tell me what you know about, what you know about love. [Jadakiss] You doing some mean frontin' When I give you a token of my appreciation now it don't mean nothing I wouldn't call it hateful, it's ungrateful Ma I put you on the map molded and shaped you You supposed ti thug it out instead you buggin' out If that's what loves about I ain't with that If I didn't wanna be with you I would've just hit that And never call back That's my word don't forget that You know what never mind And it's always your fault never mind Pick a better line Cuz I don't know nothin bout us gettin back together again Boo never agin Maybe I shouldn't say never But in due time I hope I find something better [Chorus] You'll never find a better woman or a bigger fool Tell me what you know about breaking up and getting back 2gether You'll never find a better woman or a bigger fool Tell me what you know about, what you know about love. |
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from The LOX - Money, Power & Respect (1998)
This is the north part of Yonker
Their home A whole world all to itself You could get to any borough 30 minutes from here It might as well be 3,000 miles away Over there, that's Alexander Street Precinct The sounds of the sirens fill the neighbornood It was around 1997 L-O-X was the sound of the street (*short clip of a song by the Lox*) Felt like there was a Bad Boy in every corner back then Was the time then Mike Tyson was about to fight Holyfield For the heavyweight title Tyson was that nigga, word up Pops used to sneak us into the gambling spot To watch the fight on pay-per-view That's Gettys Square That's where everything went down at I'll talk to y'all about that later Over there That's the hill That's where we got rated at Cops battling A little red house 59, Chestnut Street, second floor That's the lookout store Ayo when shit was moving slow at the spot All you would here is... |
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from Jadakiss - Kiss Of Death / Explicit Version (2004)
Aha It's dat real Yo, why is Jadakiss as hard as it gets Why is the industry designed to keep the artist in dept And why them dudes ain't ridin' if there part of your set And why they never get it poppin' but they party to death Yea, and why they gon give you life for a murder Turn around only give you eight months for a burner, it's goin down Why they sellin' niggaz CD's for under a dime If it's all love daddy why you come wit your nine Why my niggaz ain't get that cake Why is a brother up North better than Jordan That ain't get that break Why you ain't stackin' instead of tryin' to be fly Why is rattin' at an all time high Why are you even alive Why they kill Tupac n' Chris Why at the bar you ain't take straight shots instead of poppin Crist' Why them bullets have to hit that door Why did Kobe have to hit that raw Why he kiss that whore Why - All that I been givin' Is this thing that I've been living They got me in the system Why they gotta do me like that Try'd to make it my way But got sent up on the highway Why, oh why Why they do me like that Why would niggaz push pounds and powder Why did bush knock down the towers Why you around them cowards Why Aaliyah have to take that flight Why my nigga D ain't pull out his Ferrari Why he take that bike Why they gotta open your package and read your mail Why they stop lettin' niggaz get degreez in jail Why you gotta do eighty- five percent of your time And why do niggaz lie in eighty-five percent of they rhymes Why a nigga always want what he can't have Why I can't come through in the pecan Jag Why did crack have to hit so hard Even though it's almost over Why niggaz can't get no jobs Why they come up wit the witness protection Why they let the terminator win the election Come on, pay attention Why sell in the stores what you can sell in the streets Why I say the hottest shit but we sellin' the least All that I been givin' Is this thing that I've been living They got me in the system Why they gotta do me like that Try'd to make it my way But got sent up on the highway Why, oh why Why they do me like that Uh, yea, yo Why Halle have to let a white man pop her to get a Oscar Why Denzel have to be crooked before he took it Why they didn't make the CL6 wit a clutch And if you don't smoke why the hell you reachin' for my dutch Why rap, cause I need air time Why be on the curb wit a "while I" I need a bare sign Why all the young niggaz is dyin' Cause they moms at work, they pops is gone, they livin' wit iron Why they ain't give us a cure for aids Why my diesel have fiends in the spot on the floor for days Why you screamin' like it's slug, it's only the hawk Why my buzz in L.A. ain't like it is in New York Why you forcin' you to be hard Why ain't you a thug by choice Why the whole world love my voice Why try to tell 'em that it's the flow son And you know why they made the new twenties Cause I got all my old ones That's why All that I been givin' Is this thing that I've been living They got me in the system Why they gotta do me like that Try'd to make it my way But got sent up on the highway Why, oh why Why they do me like that |
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from Jadakiss - The Last Kiss (Explicit Version) (2009)
He's phony, she's fake
That's the type of people I hate Hey, hey, hey, Jada, Jada, hey, hey, hey, Jada, Jada Point 'em out, point 'em out, point 'em out He's phony, she's fake That's the type of people I hate If you're real and you know it, clap your hands If you're real and you know it, clap your hands Wait a minute, who's real, who's not? She's real but he's not If you're real and you know it, clap your hands If you're real and you know it, clap your hands Yeah yo, guns go clack, packs go move Blood gettin' draw, skin gon' bruise 'Cause real gon' win, the fake gon' lose The love overpowers the hate by twos All they left was the yellow tape in his shoes It's real when the funeral wait to make the news [Incomprehensible] so we six up on 'em So when they act corny, we jus' switch up on 'em He's phony, she's fake That's the type of people I hate If you're real and you know it, clap your hands If you're real and you know it, clap your hands Wait a minute, who's real, who's not? She's real but he's not If you're real and you know it, clap your hands If you're real and you know it, clap your hands Who's phony, who's fake? [Incomprehensible] on eights Life's good, I'm straight Clap your hands one at a time, you were late Can't keep it 100 then the ones I hate But I'ma keep it 200 for the ones they fake Red and black cars on the red chrome stakes Young Juiceman I should warn off my plates He's phony, she's fake That's the type of people I hate If you're real and you know it, clap your hands If you're real and you know it, clap your hands Who's real, who's not? She's real but he's not If you're real and you know it, clap your hands If you're real and you know it, clap your hands Yeah yo, pocket full of cash, wallet fulla class In and out the lane, dippin' through the traffic We ain't hustlin' no more, we doin' gymnastics Couple of flips and they stash it, vastly Real gon' recognize real, phony gon recognize steel I reckon I will 'xpose those who are, if you ain't what you are I don't gon' too far, sorry, muah Get yourself a fresh flesh or a new scar Bullet holes on the side of your new car Load up the AR, spray yo, kayo It's real on this side, phony where ever they are He's phony, she's fake That's the type of people I hate If you're real and you know it, clap your hands If you're real and you know it, clap your hands Wait a minute, who's real, who's not? She's real but he's not If you're real and you know it, clap your hands If you're real and you know it, clap your hands |
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from Jadakiss - The Last Kiss (2009)
He's phony, she's fake
That's the type of people I hate Hey, hey, hey, Jada, Jada, hey, hey, hey, Jada, Jada Point 'em out, point 'em out, point 'em out He's phony, she's fake That's the type of people I hate If you're real and you know it, clap your hands If you're real and you know it, clap your hands Wait a minute, who's real, who's not? She's real but he's not If you're real and you know it, clap your hands If you're real and you know it, clap your hands Yeah yo, guns go clack, packs go move Blood gettin' draw, skin gon' bruise 'Cause real gon' win, the fake gon' lose The love overpowers the hate by twos All they left was the yellow tape in his shoes It's real when the funeral wait to make the news [Incomprehensible] so we six up on 'em So when they act corny, we jus' switch up on 'em He's phony, she's fake That's the type of people I hate If you're real and you know it, clap your hands If you're real and you know it, clap your hands Wait a minute, who's real, who's not? She's real but he's not If you're real and you know it, clap your hands If you're real and you know it, clap your hands Who's phony, who's fake? [Incomprehensible] on eights Life's good, I'm straight Clap your hands one at a time, you were late Can't keep it 100 then the ones I hate But I'ma keep it 200 for the ones they fake Red and black cars on the red chrome stakes Young Juiceman I should warn off my plates He's phony, she's fake That's the type of people I hate If you're real and you know it, clap your hands If you're real and you know it, clap your hands Who's real, who's not? She's real but he's not If you're real and you know it, clap your hands If you're real and you know it, clap your hands Yeah yo, pocket full of cash, wallet fulla class In and out the lane, dippin' through the traffic We ain't hustlin' no more, we doin' gymnastics Couple of flips and they stash it, vastly Real gon' recognize real, phony gon recognize steel I reckon I will 'xpose those who are, if you ain't what you are I don't gon' too far, sorry, muah Get yourself a fresh flesh or a new scar Bullet holes on the side of your new car Load up the AR, spray yo, kayo It's real on this side, phony where ever they are He's phony, she's fake That's the type of people I hate If you're real and you know it, clap your hands If you're real and you know it, clap your hands Wait a minute, who's real, who's not? She's real but he's not If you're real and you know it, clap your hands If you're real and you know it, clap your hands |
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from Jadakiss - Kiss Of Death / Explicit Version (2004)
[Intro] Ah-ha! [Chorus x2- Jadakiss] [Wow] What you so mad at now? Go get yourself a drink lets all get down Roll somethin, smoke somethin lets blow this pound Naw somethin jump off we gonna hold us down [Verse 1- Jadakiss] Uh me and honey on the dance floor just flexin Till the neck on my white T start stretchin Liquor comin outta our paws and we sweatin But that ain't slowin us down, we still steppin Her gear is strong, her hair is long, her feet is small And she smoke weed and all, so we gonna pop us a bottle And blow a good splif, VIP is crowded but they all look stiff I'm well connected, I got wolves over there, and niggaz that Act like pitbulls over here, ya I'm just doin my 1 2 and shit She's shakin it, doin that St. Louis shit with her back in it So I put my bones in it, the rollz go prezzy, got the pink stones in it Why you want drama with me, I ain't gonna blast you Before I put the money on ya head I'ma ask you nigga [Chorus x2- Jadakiss] [Wow] What you so mad at now? Go get yourself a drink lets all get down Roll somethin, smoke somethin lets blow this pound Naw somethin jump off we gonna hold us down [Verse 2- Jadakiss] Yo yo yo, I'm everything controversal, underground gangsta rap Slash commercial ya but still all it takes is a long dutch For me to get your wifey up out of a warm dutch As far as the funeral, you got it, its on us cuz niggaz ain't crazy They just armed us uh, so let me get another round Now Hypno and Clico will sit a brother down Haze'll have you feelin like you in another town Then its time for the gangstas so get the rubbers now K I two of them swirled things one more drink and ya boy Might be doin the earl thing, ma its me, you and whoever ya girl bring Meet me in the back, I'm outside the pearl thing I got the trate pound hooked on my waist When they mention my name around other rappers, look in they face and say [Chorus x2- Jadakiss] [Wow] What you so mad at now? Go get yourself a drink lets all get down Roll somethin, smoke somethin lets blow this pound Naw somethin jump off we gonna hold us down [Verse 3- Jadakiss] Can't knock a nigga that didnt make it, if you try Far as me though, my spot is celitified so when I hit my number I'ma hit it high and when I'm dead and gone, they gonna say I did it live Cuz I done been too nice for way too long They can't hold me back I'm way too strong Double R D-Block that's what it is and that's what its gonna be We gettin it on I just wanna know [Outro x2] What you so mad at now Let's all get down Let's blow this pound We gon' hold it down |
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from Jadakiss - Kiss Tha Game Goodbye (2001)
(feat. Eightball, Fiend, Yung Wun)
(Fiend) WHOMP! WHOMP! (Chorus: Fiend) What you ride for? What you die for? BOUNCE! I got some bitches that'll ride for me, die for me (WHOMP!) What you ride for? What you die for? BOUNCE! I got some bitches that'll ride for me, die for me (WHOMP! WHOMP!) (Fiend) Cornbread by the ki, the language when you call on a G Prices cut (?) when you ballin on me Sleepy I'll fuck all over your jones, holla at my cousin for zones He don't communicate with Fiend unless you're buildin a home Hustler kill on his momma, before he short me Shoot him in his heart then go take it to heart, see gon' mob me (?) Ghetto red hot, seventeen ward block Yes I issue more shit for you to cop, then store it by the docks Hide the fun if you can't afford cops So ain't no tellin where your boy rots I employ Rotts that be wildin off the rocks Speak in fives - like gimme what you got And still pop a nigga ass from the rooftop And still catch the 'Kiss performance later with The L.O.X. We real raw - my dog collar signin with the R and R Fuck with me you blow up with your car, (?) (Yung Wun) How come I don't stop in this You wanna ride get in and get gone, gotta get my thug on You wanna war? Okay.. alright.. bring it on Touch me, you ashes (boy) I'ma leave you gaseous (uh-huh) I'm a ghetto bastard if I want it let me have it (woo!) You play the game raw, I make a fuckin mess (BLAOW!) You play thug in the streets I'm wavin at your chest (nigga) You heard about me boy, you don't want no drama I make it hard for you to breathe in the streets while finessin your baby momma - get your mind right shawty while you poppin that X, I'ma pop yo' chest And leave you dead in the party like soakin wet That's what happens when you flex In the A-T-L shawty don't be caught in the hype I make two phone calls from a pay phone and there go your life (Chorus - 2X) (Eightball) Yeah I, lock shit like a, big pimp nigga Eight mackin with no, fake shit nigga Coast to coast tossin hoes with my clique nigga Stick my clip in, and do a hit for 'Kiss nigga Dirty money - the only way for this nigga Hustle after hustle - tryin to be a rich nigga If I get caught up, I'll never be a snitch nigga We pimpin hard charge it all to a bitch nigga Under my denim is a big fo'-fifth nigga Fuckin with me is like, jumpin off a cliff nigga And I don't practice I was born with this gift nigga Pure pimpin from my brain to my lips nigga Sticky green takes my mind on a trip nigga In A-T-L I get my Gucci down at Phipps nigga We call 'em slabs in New York they call 'em whips nigga One hundred baby - Eightball gotta dip nigga (Jadakiss) Uh, uh, uh-uh-uh Uh, uh - yo when I'm loadin the clips, niggaz I hate, face be on 'em That's why I stopped coppin the guns with safeties on 'em When I touch down, call me up, I'm on the porch with the mac, servin niggaz "Eightballs" and up You wanna know why niggaz is broke, because they hate money The rims that I'm sittin on is in they late twenties Bitches wanna see me holla at 'em, throw a dollar at 'em and if they hustle throw some hard or some powder at 'em This is for my South niggaz Gold and platinum ice in they mouth niggaz LET'S RIDE OUT NIGGAZ Everybody gon' follow the bitches until they realize, bullets gon' follow the stitches On the other hand, shit is real low, it's a fact that nine out of ten niggaz mouths get 'em killed though What you ride for? What you die for? Cause I got some niggaz and some bitches that's my word that I kill for (Chorus - 2X) |
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from Jadakiss - The Last Kiss (Explicit Version) (2009)
(Verse 1 - Jadakiss)
Take a second, what if we could rewind the hood? Better yet, what if the L.O.X. woulda signed with Suge? What if Puffy never signed us? What if Oprah made them comments like Imus? What if you designed this? Thought like I did Said it like this What if Peyton was fightin' dogs instead of Mike Vick? What if Arnold woulda just let Tookie give life? What if B.I.G. missed the party? What if 'Pac missed the fight? What if you was caged in? What would you change then? What if there was no Rocafella law for made men? What if hate ran through me? And what if Portland Would've drafted Jordan instead of Sam Bowie? What if you really had to be nice to get a deal? What if all of these rappers' ice was really real? What if I hit you with the razor from cheek to chin? What if Mike Jackson never would have bleached his skin? (Chorus X2 - Jadakiss) What if you never knew things that you needed to know? What if you never been places you needed to go? What if you get there, and learned them as you go? What if is the question, can I ask then once more? [Verse 2 - Jadakiss] What if the pain went away? What if you changed in a day? What if you can eliminate all the games people play? What if Shyne beat the case? What if Diddy did a dime flat? What if Nelson Mandela could give his time back? What if Malcolm was silent? What if Martin was violent? What if you could really sneak a Uzi on the island? Yeah What if I made you kiss the nina? What if a brick was only just a misdemeanor? What if Manhattan was hit by Hurricane Katrina? What if a black man was the one controlling FEMA? What if we ain't never let emotions come between us? What if the last time we rode, somebody seen us? What if... (Chorus X2) (Verse 3 - Nas) I flow calm, but don't push What if Saddam hung Bush? What if One Mic was called One Hook? What if the bridge never showed me how to hold a weapon? What if I ran up in that sick chick with no protection? What if I never wore that army jacket? Carhartt to match it Unlaced Timbs, the hood on my first album cover under plastic What if I was another corny rapper? What if I went instead of Notorious, who would tell my story after? What I loved less and lust more? If Obama was on Mount Rushmore? Would Ali give Tyson a busted jaw? What if I never glared out the project window? Whenever scared for me and the life of my kinfolk? What if that gun pin broke? I would have never leaned back in an Enzo All red What if real niggas was all dead? What if Hiliary and them were reptilian? And 20-12 was the end of men, and all world civilians? (Chorus X2) |
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from Jadakiss - The Last Kiss (2009)
(Verse 1 - Jadakiss)
Take a second, what if we could rewind the hood? Better yet, what if the L.O.X. woulda signed with Suge? What if Puffy never signed us? What if Oprah made them comments like Imus? What if you designed this? Thought like I did Said it like this What if Peyton was fightin' dogs instead of Mike Vick? What if Arnold woulda just let Tookie give life? What if B.I.G. missed the party? What if 'Pac missed the fight? What if you was caged in? What would you change then? What if there was no Rocafella law for made men? What if hate ran through me? And what if Portland Would've drafted Jordan instead of Sam Bowie? What if you really had to be nice to get a deal? What if all of these rappers' ice was really real? What if I hit you with the razor from cheek to chin? What if Mike Jackson never would have bleached his skin? (Chorus X2 - Jadakiss) What if you never knew things that you needed to know? What if you never been places you needed to go? What if you get there, and learned them as you go? What if is the question, can I ask then once more? [Verse 2 - Jadakiss] What if the pain went away? What if you changed in a day? What if you can eliminate all the games people play? What if Shyne beat the case? What if Diddy did a dime flat? What if Nelson Mandela could give his time back? What if Malcolm was silent? What if Martin was violent? What if you could really sneak a Uzi on the island? Yeah What if I made you kiss the nina? What if a brick was only just a misdemeanor? What if Manhattan was hit by Hurricane Katrina? What if a black man was the one controlling FEMA? What if we ain't never let emotions come between us? What if the last time we rode, somebody seen us? What if... (Chorus X2) (Verse 3 - Nas) I flow calm, but don't push What if Saddam hung Bush? What if One Mic was called One Hook? What if the bridge never showed me how to hold a weapon? What if I ran up in that sick chick with no protection? What if I never wore that army jacket? Carhartt to match it Unlaced Timbs, the hood on my first album cover under plastic What if I was another corny rapper? What if I went instead of Notorious, who would tell my story after? What I loved less and lust more? If Obama was on Mount Rushmore? Would Ali give Tyson a busted jaw? What if I never glared out the project window? Whenever scared for me and the life of my kinfolk? What if that gun pin broke? I would have never leaned back in an Enzo All red What if real niggas was all dead? What if Hiliary and them were reptilian? And 20-12 was the end of men, and all world civilians? (Chorus X2) |
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from DJ Khaled - We The Best Forever [Explicit Version] (2011)
[T-Pain]
Welcome to my hood (Where the hood at) (Where the hood at) Welcome to my hood Everybody know everybody And if I got it everybody got it Welcome to my hood Look at all these old school Chevy's 24?s so you know we roll heavy Welcome to my hood They outside playing hopscotch And every know this is the hot spot Welcome to my hood Them boys will put you down on your knees (Woop, woop) That's the sound of the police In my hood [Rick Ross] Audemar on my wrist Diamond, look like they glowing 50 stacks, all singles, I make it look like its snowing Black unmarked cars, gotta peep how they playin' Treat 'em like jack boys, catch 'em slippin' then slay 'em Lord forgive me for my sins, that's my confessions if they put me in this benz I got possession of a federal offence I'm talking pressure in my criminal intent So wear ya vest's and I'm still gon' stunt Like it aint no tomorrow, f-ck ya house note n-gga Blow that bitch on a bottle The Ferrari just a front, got the Lambo in the back Tell you "we the best forever" DJ Khaled handle that [T-Pain - Chorus] [Plies] I know some n-ggas from my hood that would rob Norieaga I'm talkin' Norieaga, n-gga, the real Norieaga If you aint from the hood, bitch, than stop impersonating us And tell congress when you see 'em I'm stealin' cable And leave the D-Boys alone 'cause they motivate us And why is the half of my whole hood on papers Some are on house arrest, some are on child support Some of 'em did they bit, the other half waiting to go to court Mr Landlord we gon bust your ass with an eviction note Better have the police with you dog, if you came to repo I'm talking strip clubs, I'm talking liquor stores We throw our money round here, but y'all can... [T-Pain - Chorus] [Lil Wayne] Bitch I'm on probation, so my nerves bad And they say time fly's, well mine's first class I landed in the sky, I fell from the streets I talk a lot of sh-t and practice what I preach Back from hell, cell 23, tell the warden kiss my ass Pockets on Monique Bitch I'm from the murder capital Hoe, I'm far from practical Shit happens and since I'm the shit, I'm who it happens to Young Money, Cash Money, blood bitch, I'm red hot I don't see nobody, see nobody like a head shot All that bullshit is for the birds, throw some bread out Got it sewn up, check the thread count [T-Pain - Chorus] |
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from Jadakiss - Kiss Of Death / Explicit Version (2004)
[Intro] [Jada] This is my livelyhood [Em] That you fuckin with [Jada] AhhhhH!!!! This is it right here baby Hahaha No more hatin in the world [Em] Haha [Jada] You know It's gonna be what its gonna be [Em] RUFF RYDERS [Chorus - Eminem] Welcome to D Block, the city of broke down dreams With things ain't always peachy keen as they seem City of dope dealers, killers, pimps, pushers Pin handlers Hustlers and doped out fiends The sun don't shine here, in this part of town But we all got a town that's similar to this too Cuz every cities got a ghetto and every ghetto got a hood Take a good look around you cuz there's a D Block near you [Jadakiss] Place where ain't no body that proud, its a fuckin black cloud That got people under the impression they can act wild Workin around though, see if you can pull a trigger on the pound yo Wild men is flappin the whole town though Lot is assumin a niggaz salary More lies than truth definatly more rumors than reality Only way you beatin a body is a technicality Other than that catch em and clinton on a gallery The determination and dedication of disipline Listenin and catchin the jewels you was missin And they still doin coward shit You know the haters gonna always be heavy but the love overpowers it Somethin in the air but the older they get They kill you quicker over a girl than over a brick We don't play with the lizards, we make phrases up and say I'm exquisite Anytime you can pay us a visit [Chorus - Eminem] Welcome to D Block, the city of broke down dreams With things ain't always peachy keen as they seem City of dope dealers, killers, pimps, pushers Pin handlers Hustlers and doped out fiends The sun don't shine here, in this part of town But we all got a town that's similar to this too Cuz every cities got a ghetto and every ghetto got a hood Take a good look around you cuz there's a D Block near you [Eminem] Welcome to D Block, the might mighty D Block A place in New York City where Diddy won't even walk Its D Block, the part of yonder where I wouldnt be caught Without two pistols on me that'll be cocked in each pocket D Block don't even stop to talk, you just keep walkin Stick up kids every block who walks with that free op- -Portunity, as soon as you leave out that jewelry shop And you won't even notice your mind will be so preo- -Ccupied on that new watch you just copped You won't even see that ride pull up along side you You'll be shot fore you even realize you were spied over three blocks D Block the place where gees get knocked, locked up Get out come home for a week and get re-knocked You don't even see cops, hiphop police don't even stop On D Block, where everybody wants to be Pac And you can get popped over the new G Unit reboks [Chorus - Eminem] Welcome to D Block, the city of broke down dreams With things ain't always peachy keen as they seem City of dope dealers, killers, pimps, pushers Pin handlers Hustlers and doped out fiends The sun don't shine here, in this part of town But we all got a town that's similar to this too Cuz every cities got a ghetto and every ghetto got a hood Take a good look around you cuz there's a D Block near you [Sheek Louch] If you bust and your gun got niggaz on the run And you rep where you from nigga you D Block And you try to come home and your pockets is light as a cup They don't give a fuck, you D Block Aiyo bang bang nigga, let's get it on Homies been a monster, but its worst now that my son been born And every nigga where I be, I put in work for free It's D Block mothafucka, ayo grab this P [Styles P] Welcome to D Block, a place where lil niggaz is killaz And the mother's raisin a son That turns into Gorillaz And the hallways is pissy as hell, all we do is get bigger More ignorant, you send us to jail, my niggaz shoot anything that'll move Sell drugs, from the rise to the sun to the fall of the moon I'd die the way I stand With my man if I can when the shells come This is D Block ya'll welcome [Chorus - Eminem] Welcome to D Block, the city of broke down dreams With things ain't always peachy keen as they seem City of dope dealers, killers, pimps, pushers Pin handlers Hustlers and doped out fiends The sun don't shine here, in this part of town But we all got a town that's similar to this too Cuz every cities got a ghetto and every ghetto got a hood Take a good look around you cuz there's a D Block near you [Outro] Ruff Ryders! |
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from Tribute To The Notorious B.I.G [tribute] (1997)
Mmm... can't believe we doin' this record) We'll always love Big Poppa We'll always love Big Poppa (We'll always love you Big) We'll always love Big Poppa We'll always love Big Poppa (We'll always love you Big) We'll always love Big Poppa (Yeah) We'll always love Big Poppa (We'll always love you Big) I look in the clouds, hope you past the sun Hope you right next to God and he calling you Son Taking you in, Angels breaking you in This is heaven and no longer do you have to sin And may God bless your mom and your two children Your wife, your family and all your friends Everybody stay strong, the good die young Where we from it's all wrong, we all confused Never know what we have til what we have we lose Think Big, we just lost a very big jewel Hip hop itself is at a pit stop itself Seeing Big die I wish the shit would stop itself It hurts, you're probably too good for this earth Genius at his work Made dirty cats wanna get a clean shirt Pop Cristal and rock they ice work (word), go Big go Big Everybody wanted to know Big Made the rap biz, glitter like showbiz Ask anybody, who could flow Big All the cats shined, but you would glow Big Frank White lyrically, moved niggaz spiritually Made you wanna get a cup, fill it up with Hennessee Front in the club and light a dutch where the women be If you seen the show then I know you felt the energy We'll always love Big Poppa (We'll always love you Big) We'll always love Big Poppa (We'll always love you Big) We'll always love Big Poppa (We'll always love you Big) We'll always love Big Poppa (We'll always love you Big) We'll always love Big Poppa (We'll always love you Big) We'll always love Big Poppa (We'll always love you Big) We'll always love Big Poppa (We'll always love you Big) We'll always love Big Poppa (We'll always love you Big) We'll always love Big Poppa (We'll always love you Big) Just to let y'all know, everything is all real But it's sad when a good fella catch a raw deal And pain is a part of life that we all feel Today this whole rap game is getting more ill It make me look back, to where he took rap Dude brought the East back, y'all better believe that He never had a warning, One More Chance was right before him everybody must answer when God's callin I flew B's wit him, I blew trees wit him Couldn't wait to go on tour across seas wit him People seem to get lost and, blow things out of proportion Life is worth more than the coffin I need answers, and they better be the truth Hurts like a bad tooth, we losin mad youth Lyrically there'll never be no one above you And no matter how they judge you we always gonna love you Chorus Right now I know you missin it, smokin in peace After all this bullshit don't cease, huh Big Right now, you and Pac in harmony, probably huggin While everybody from Brooklyn to West coast is buggin All these gang wars, Big, show me a sign As for your son I'ma raise Shorty like he was mine (no doubt) It seems that the devil got his stinkin back whooped And we should pray for Jesus, and ask for forgiveness I can remember all the studio time, getting twisted Bottle after bottle, Bacardi Lime, I miss it We clicked like heels when we first met the Junior Mafia and Big Poppa Nearly broke down four times writin this verse Filled with wild madness and sadness it hurts But ain't no need to cry, cause right now, where you at Is more laced than any place a millionaire lived at But it's sad that it takes that for us to unite The only time you see your family is funeral night Christopher Wallace, Frank White, holdin it down I guess you with the real king in New York now For real We'll always love Big Poppa (We'll always love you Big) We'll always love Big Poppa, Big Poppa We'll always love Big Poppa, Big Poppa (We'll always love you Big) We'll always love Big Poppa, Big Poppa (We'll always love you Big) We'll always love Big Poppa, Big Poppa, Big Poppa... (We'll always love you Big |
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from The LOX - Money, Power & Respect (1998)
We'll always love Big Poppa
We'll always love Big Poppa (We'll always love you Big) *vocals get louder* We'll always love Big Poppa We'll always love Big Poppa (We'll always love you Big) We'll always love Big Poppa (Yeah) We'll always love Big Poppa (We'll always love you Big) I look in the clouds, hope you past the sun Hope you right next to God and he calling you Son Taking you in, Angels breaking you in This is heaven and no longer do you have to sin And may God bless your mom and your two children Your wife, your family and all your friends Everybody stay strong, the good die young Where we from it's all wrong, we all confused Never know what we have til what we have we lose Think Big, we just lost a very big jewel Hip-hop itself is at a pit-stop itself Seeing Big die I wish the shit would stop itself It hurts, you're probably too good for this earth Genius at his work Made dirty cats wanna get a clean shirt Pop Cristal and rock they ice work (word), go Big *go Big* Everybody wanted to know Big Made the rap biz, glitter like showbiz Ask anybody, who could flow Big All the cats shined, but you would glow Big Frank White lyrically, moved niggaz spiritually Made you wanna get a cup, fill it up with Hennessee Front in the club and light a dutch where the women be If you seen the show then I know you felt the energy We'll always love Big Poppa (We'll always love you Big) *repeat 8X* Just to let y'all know, everything is all real But it's sad when a good fella catch a raw deal And pain is a part of life that we all feel Today this whole rap game is getting more ill It make me look back, to where he took rap Dude brought the East back, y'all better believe that He never had a warning, One More Chance was right before him everybody must answer when God's callin I flew B's wit him, I blew trees wit him Couldn't wait to go on tour across seas wit him People seem to get lost and, blow things out of proportion Life is worth more than the coffin I need answers, and they better be the truth Hurts like a bad tooth, we losin mad youth Lyrically there'll never be no one above you And no matter how they judge you we always gonna love you We'll always love Big Poppa (We'll always love you Big) *repeat 4X* Right now I know you missin it, smokin in peace After all this bullshit don't cease, huh Big Right now, you and Pac in harmony, probably huggin While everybody from Brooklyn to West coast is buggin All these gang wars, Big, show me a sign As for your son I'ma raise Shorty like he was mine (no doubt) It seems that the devil got his stinkin back whooped And we should pray for Jesus, and ask for forgiveness I can remember all the studio time, getting twisted Bottle after bottle, Bacardi Lime, I miss it We clicked like heels when we first met the Junior Ma-f-i-a and Big Po-ppa Nearly broke down four times writin this verse Filled with wild madness and sadness it hurts But ain't no need to cry, cause right now, where you at Is more laced than any place a millionaire lived at But it's sad that it takes that for us to unite The only time you see your family is funeral night Christopher Wallace, Frank White, holdin it down I guess you with the real king in New York now For real We'll always love Big Poppa (We'll always love you Big) *repeat 6X* We'll always love Big Poppa, Big Poppa *repeat 2X* We'll always love Big Poppa, Big Poppa (We'll always love you Big) We'll always love Big Poppa, Big Poppa (We'll always love you Big) We'll always love Big Poppa, Big Poppa, Big Poppa... (We'll always love you Big) |
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from Jadakiss - Kiss Tha Game Goodbye (2001)
(feat. Styles)
(Jadakiss) Uh, uh... Fuck... the.. frail shit Uh, cuz when my coke come in They gotta use the scales that they weigh the whales wit (Styles) Carsons on the jeep, but Gotti made the prototype Hoped you'd get the picture but you just can't photo light (JK) Determined niggas make it Kickin down the door and we burnin niggas naked (SP) The house costs a million, sittin on the beach and the only thing I know if it's furnished I'ma take it (JK) My bathtub lift up, my walls do a 360 We got the shit that the government got Talkin money then you rubbin the spot (SP) Real niggas say that they be wildin We on the Caiman islands On a yacht wit our favorite albums (JK) a bad hoe and a plate of salmon Smokin and drinkin nigga is you thinkin that our fate is violent (SP) I love my nigga for the fact that he real and nobody on the faculty squeal, what (JK) and if you facin capital pun, pass me a gun and I'ma give you time to run, while I rapidly peel, uh (HOOK 3X: Jadakiss) We gon make it we gon make it, we gon make it (JK) I learned the game quickly, and I don't like to rent So when I fly now I bring my cars on the plane wit me In this case who's the loser (SP) ran through enough coke for Castro to build schools in Cuba Teachin kids how to read and write and use the ruger (JK) Motherfuckin niggas is back, Jada and P We got water, (X, haze) Plus weight in the D and I'm tired of hearin about old niggas that had it and be the same old niggas that ratted (Who cares?) Talkin 'bout how we hawk niggas in they fuckin back (SP) Gun works official but niggas don't be wantin that (Why?) Cuz they puss and they mans is lame (JK) We so for real in the hood we make candy rain (SP) I could easily send you to God (JK) But come and see me at the Plaza Hotel I might give you a job If you can't remember the name All you gotta do is ask the dame for the niggas that deliver it hard... (HOOK) (JK) Ja- da- mwa, I'll kiss you you bitch ass nigga That the hood won't miss you you bitch ass nigga Might find your man dead in the ocean (SP) He be aight though (JK) You know dead rappers get better promotion Why we don't laugh at death, and cry at birth Never say you can't do it til you try it first Be the young niggas eager to pull it but it's a message in everything trust me, even a bullet Go to war with the eight and the pound Think you got your ear to the street now, put your face in the ground Cuz my shells is expensive You'll know exactly why when you yellin in intensive my fellas is offensive Lucky cuz I got guns that crack your back but that's not what I prefer I manufacture crack and, niggas turn bitch when you show 'em the steel but we know how to bid so y'all go 'head and squeal I'm comfortable far from home Eatin right, gettin good rest either on the far or the foam I'm the reason niggas got deals the past few years Sound anything like Kiss then sign right here and, y'all just talkin, I'm doin it well Jadakiss motherfucker I'ma see you in hell, what (HOOK) |
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from Mariah Carey 9집 - The Emancipation Of Mimi (2005)
Verse 1ohh...sweet love yeah [yeah]
I didn’t mean it when I said I didn’t love you so I should have held on tight I never should have let you go I didn’t know nothing, I was stupid, I was foolish I was lying to myself I couldn’t have fathomed I would ever be without your love Never imagined I’d be sitting Here beside myself Guess I didn’t know you Guess I didn’t know me But I thought I knew everything I never felt Pre-Chorus 1 The feeling that I’m feeling Now that I don’t hear your voice Or have your touch and kiss your lips Cause I don’t have a choice Oh what I wouldn’t give To have you lying by my side Right here cause baby Chorus 1 When you left I lost a part of me It’s still so hard to believe Come back baby please cause We belong together Who else am I gonna lean on when times get rough Who’s gonna talk to me on the phone Till the sun comes up Who’s gonna take your place There ain’t nobody better Oh baby baby We belong together Verse 2 I can’t sleep at night When you are on my mind Bobby Womack’s on the radio Singing to me “If You Think You’re Lonely Now” Wait a minute this is too deep [too deep] I gotta change the station So I turn the dial tryin’ to catch a break And then I hear Babyface “I Only Think Of You” and it’s breakin’ my heart I’m tryin’ to keep it together but I’m falling apart Pre-Chorus 2 I’m feeling all out of my element Throwing things, crying tryin’ To figure out where the hell I went wrong The pain reflected in this song Ain’t even half of what I’m feeling inside I need you, need you back in my life baby Chorus 2 When you left I lost a part of me It’s still so hard to believe Come back baby please cause We belong together Who else am I gonna lean on when times get rough Who’s gonna talk to me on the phone Till the sun comes up Who’s gonna take your place There ain’t nobody better Oh baby baby We belong together baby Outro When you left I lost a part of me It’s still so hard to believe Come back baby please cause We belong together Who am I gonna lean on when times get rough Who’s gonna talk to me till the sun comes up Who’s gonna take your place There ain’t nobody better Oh baby baby We belong together |
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from Mariah Carey - Bye Bye [single] (2008)
When you left I lost a part of me It's still so hard to believe Come back baby please Cause we belong together Show your respect Whenever you hear me or see me This is the emancipation of Mimi Hot like a real fever the real diva So successful yet still so eager No matter what they say it's on for ever It's our time right now more than ever Til the death we gon get it on together And MC you know we belong together Come on I lost a part of me When you left boy can't you see Boy come back baby please 'Cause we belong together Who am I gonna lean on When the times get rough Who's gon talk to me Til the sun comes up Who's gon take your place There ain't nobody better Oh baby baby we belong together I only think of you On two occasions That's day and night I'd go for broke If I could be wit you Only you can make it right Make it right make it right We belong together Like the sun in the summertime Bounce in a lemon range Skip in a Hummer lime P and Kiss in and out Mariah on the other line Baby I'ma come back Believe it'll come a time We belong together Like peanut butter and jelly Februaries and skellies After parties and tellies Feelin you in my stomach Like you a part of my belly Baby I'ma come back With every part of you ready I lost a part of me when you left boy can't you see Boy come back baby please Cause we belong together Who am I gonna lean on When the times get rough Who's gon talk to me Til the sun comes up Who's gon take your place There ain't nobody better Oh baby baby we belong together I can't sleep at night When you are on my mind Bobby Womack's on the radio Singin to me If you think you're lonely now Wait until tonight Boy I'm feeling all out of my element I'm throwing things cryin Tryin' to figure out Where the hell I went wrong The pain reflected in this song Ain't even half of what I'm feeling inside I need you need you back in my life Baby Let's go You gonn need a shoulder to cry on Classic Mustang Cobra to ride on Past is the past Just let it be bygones Matter of fact I know a fly song That we could vibe on Let's get it straight If it's the 6 or the quarter to eight Then I'm thowin Babyface or Shai on Yeah and Kiss ghost and MC Get close and toast to the diva and MC's The trees will blow Big cups Pino Grigio Take it easy yo We belong together we know that Now I think that it's about time we show that Even though every moment won't be a Kodak Sometimes we argue I spazz out grab my bozak Come back not cause I have to I want to No I don't just wanna have you I want you I lost a part of me When you left boy can't you see Boy come back baby please Cause we belong together Who am I gonna lean on When the times get rough Who's gon talk to me Til the sun comes up Who's gon take your place There ain't nobody better Oh baby baby we belong together we belong together we belong together we belong together we belong together we belong together |
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from Jadakiss - Kiss Of Death / Explicit Version (2004)
Let's go, uh huh. K-i-s-s- me.. Uh and I just wanna make.. Love, love, love .. Ya, I love it when you say.. K-i-s-s me.. Uh and I just wanna make.. Love, love, love.. A yo.. the crib got your friends working We travel to france for french curtains You was there when I was on the bench hurtin Now that I own my team Its only right that I condone my queen Try to show her my dream And I can't let her get lost now She carrys the money, the hammer, and material across town And understand she fine Understand she mine She understand the grind Cooks, clean, and irons And whatever shes wanna push I'ma cosign And if I ain't got it already than I'ma go find it I guess I'ma lucky don, and shes a lucky queen Cuz her jewerly box look likes lucky charms All color stones And she no that I'm in the hood But she also nows that I'm coming home Mr. raspy tho I was in love with money Till the first time we getting nasty K-i-s-s- me And I just wanna make Love, love, love I love it when you say K-i-s-s me And I just wanna make Love, love, love Uh yo, Whatever the road to paradise is we on it Gave you your income tax checks so I can get on with Those were the days these are the times You held me down with nearly damn near everything even my rhymes I will play a song for you And you will let me know exactly how the ladies will respond from a womens point of view And thats why my girl is with me I love it when she layin in the bed with a pearl long vickie The next best thing to a soldier Go hard with a fat ass and a head full of rollers Just look in her eyes and tell she's real Just imagine the way she smell and the way she feel The sex was crazy then and crazy still And you know I'm from the streets so its crazy ill And we waiten on the new island We been to all them 4, 5 times come on mommy you whilin K-i-s-s- me And I just wanna make Love, love, love I love it when you say K-i-s-s me And I just wanna make Love, love, love When things was ruff only person I could call was you Now everything I do I do it all 4 you Come touch me, come kiss me, come love me neway you wanna boy N I'm hood as long as I'm close to you N we doing wut grown folks is suppose to do Come hold me, come feel me, come take me anyway you wanna baby A yo the money is great but what we got is more better We got the four letters when it comes from the heart its more pleasure And for the fact that you trust me still Thus far I appreciate what we build All the minks that I bought you That dragged the floor and all the night you sat up And bagged the roar Damn I'm thinking that you gotta hate it but yet and still you tolerate It thats y ma we gotta make it K-i-s-s- me Ya and I just wanna make Love, love, love Ya uh, I love it when you say K-i-s-s me Uh and I just wanna make Love, love, love |
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from Jadakiss - Kiss Of Death / Explicit Version (2004)
[Jadakiss] Yeah, yo, I'm the nigga with the perpetual oyster bars Mother of pearl delivery, voice of God And...it's hard just being the boss Being I can't go to jail cause them years'll cost me Don't get me wrong, lay a nigga down if he force me Rather just sit back and roll a dutch Think how I'ma put the game in the cobra clutch Think about how I'ma get the 'caine over Customs Never underestimate niggaz, or over trust them Uh...yeah them M's is right in my face I just gotta throw my Timbs on and tighten my lace If it don't jam, the Tech will spray When I spit everybody gotta split like pepper spray Cause I'm a nigga that hate to settle I'm a man of the Lord but I still can't shake the devil Moved away and still can't escape the ghetto, what [Chorus: Nate Dogg] The time to talk is up So bring the heat, that time is over While you running your mouth I'm creeping up over your shoulder A gun, a knife, a bat, a brick, anything I can get my hands on Call my bluff, start acting up, and I'll leave you underground [Jadakiss] I know how to get my pairs off me They can cry and die from high blood pressure cause tears are salty It's a symptom if you bobbin your head Know that he's sick, know the flow is ridic', now throw him a grip When I get it, you already know I'm throwin them bricks Puttin purple everywhere, daddy, I'm throwin them nicks That's right, homey, you can't move me I ain't goin nowhere, I'm in the hood like bootleg movies All you shootin is the breeze, a bootleg uzi I'm just waitin on a cue like Suzie, don't lose me These penitentiary chances that I take Should be able to get the mansion by the lake But I invest my bread into something else Into something else that'll make something melt You just gotta feel the kid, if not rap for the fact of how real he is, whatever [Chorus] [Jadakiss] Aiyo, niggas know the champ is in here He took it from crack to rap, now he put out two anthems a year And I just wanna rock for a century And then chase the book with the documentary If you, can't do nothin other than flow Life's a bitch like the mother from +Blow+, let's go Don't make me put your heart in your lap Fuck ridin the beat, nigga, I parallel park on the track Hop out lookin crispy, fresh and new In the six, but it's a BM, and it's Pepsi blue And, I don't know you... But I know a man becomes a man from all the shit that he go through Ya'll ain't fuckin with Jason After I cash in, there's really no justification Of how I'm gonna change the game, so don't get outta line Cause this little nine will change your frame, what up [chorus] |
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from Jadakiss - The Last Kiss (Explicit Version) (2009)
I just wanna thank y'all for takin' the time to listen
I appreciate that Yo, regular TV to cable from bouncin' label to label Just tryin' to get the horse outta the stable Was once part of a dynasty, well, least I was tryin' to be Think it was the time in my life when I was findin' me Sittin' in the spot with the dimes Willin' to do anything just to be a Bad Boy at the time Then I rolled the dices, nah, the money didn't add up But just that whole experience, it was priceless No free rides to the bank On top of that was the untimely demise of Frank B.I. Then the 'No Way Out' tour, we was smokin' outdoor Made eighty stacks off Cee-Lo that without tour Videotaped it all, I still watch it now I traveled the world, learned how to rock a crowd It ain't much but it beats poor things that I've been through Is all I can speak for I can only speak for the things that I've been through I can only speak for the things that I've been through Now I'm on Ruff Ryder, Interscope Same shit partnership, joint venture fifty, fifty, same split Jimmy put the money up, two singles off of 'We Are The Streets' Then after that seemed like he was done with us but it wasn't over yet Styles had a plan from the jump Which was to come out with my solo Next thing's a little better These the niggas that I been doin' it wit forever Next, so I'm like whatever The first album dropped, promotion was hella Every stage I rocked, the performance was stella Had the whole world ready to ride or die for me And I wasn't platinum, I was just side money X was bringin' in the moollah I was in the hood in the kitchen wit the digital ruler I can't tell you 'bout the evil men do I can only speak for the things that I've been through I can only speak for the things that I've been through I can only speak for the things that I've been through As far as the LOX, we all fine, cellar is all wine Selfish for me to say Rocfella is all mine 'Cause it ain't , I'm just a another employee that's on line Tryin' to get my act together and do it one more time Twenty one guns salute with all nines And I know it's on me to make sure that we all shine Gotta fall back, let the weed contact your mind Confined bullshit in any contract you sign But if you from the streets though, it's plenty of loop holes to eat yo' Once they let you in you're supposed to keep doe But I can't give you the formula, I'm on it though Expect the worst, the outcome is enormous, though Stay humble, still keep your heat for insurance though Things that I been through to get it weren't normal yo' Yeah, this is what my heart beats for Things that I've been through is all that I can speak for I can only speak for the things that I've been through I can only speak for the things that I've been through |
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from Jadakiss - The Last Kiss (2009)
I just wanna thank y'all for takin' the time to listen
I appreciate that Yo, regular TV to cable from bouncin' label to label Just tryin' to get the horse outta the stable Was once part of a dynasty, well, least I was tryin' to be Think it was the time in my life when I was findin' me Sittin' in the spot with the dimes Willin' to do anything just to be a Bad Boy at the time Then I rolled the dices, nah, the money didn't add up But just that whole experience, it was priceless No free rides to the bank On top of that was the untimely demise of Frank B.I. Then the 'No Way Out' tour, we was smokin' outdoor Made eighty stacks off Cee-Lo that without tour Videotaped it all, I still watch it now I traveled the world, learned how to rock a crowd It ain't much but it beats poor things that I've been through Is all I can speak for I can only speak for the things that I've been through I can only speak for the things that I've been through Now I'm on Ruff Ryder, Interscope Same shit partnership, joint venture fifty, fifty, same split Jimmy put the money up, two singles off of 'We Are The Streets' Then after that seemed like he was done with us but it wasn't over yet Styles had a plan from the jump Which was to come out with my solo Next thing's a little better These the niggas that I been doin' it wit forever Next, so I'm like whatever The first album dropped, promotion was hella Every stage I rocked, the performance was stella Had the whole world ready to ride or die for me And I wasn't platinum, I was just side money X was bringin' in the moollah I was in the hood in the kitchen wit the digital ruler I can't tell you 'bout the evil men do I can only speak for the things that I've been through I can only speak for the things that I've been through I can only speak for the things that I've been through As far as the LOX, we all fine, cellar is all wine Selfish for me to say Rocfella is all mine 'Cause it ain't , I'm just a another employee that's on line Tryin' to get my act together and do it one more time Twenty one guns salute with all nines And I know it's on me to make sure that we all shine Gotta fall back, let the weed contact your mind Confined bullshit in any contract you sign But if you from the streets though, it's plenty of loop holes to eat yo' Once they let you in you're supposed to keep doe But I can't give you the formula, I'm on it though Expect the worst, the outcome is enormous, though Stay humble, still keep your heat for insurance though Things that I been through to get it weren't normal yo' Yeah, this is what my heart beats for Things that I've been through is all that I can speak for I can only speak for the things that I've been through I can only speak for the things that I've been through |
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from The LOX - Money, Power & Respect (1998)
So what's L-O-X about? Livon Off Experience The LOX man Word up We doin it hard, cause we just livin off experience And we just do it and we do it for real |
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from The LOX - Money, Power & Respect (1998)
[Jadakiss]
At the table sayin' a prayer holdin' hands And we got two stolen Benz everything's according to plans If anybody in the fam gets pinched Don't worry 'bout your kids control your wench Don't worry 'bout the money it's gon' get rinsed And don't worry 'bout me I won't approach the bench Now let's roll out and get that paper retho It might look easy but it's not sweet though It's either do this shit now or don't eat yo This is real life this ain't no TV show Word up- backed out With the macs out 'Nuff clips to shoot four duffels full of loot 22 Dilinger a piece for the boot Couple of bombs Remote for the alarms Outside still runnin' two big black 1500s Me and Styles wasn't blunted Must be your point to deal with money Even though I was nervous somehow it was still funny I hopped in one son hopped in the other Word to mother both trucks burn rubber Figure we could blanff with a mil or two In a tentacle I pulled up behind chemical Doors locked Styles left the other one Down four blocks it's on now ready or not [Styles] Synchronize your watch feed time to cops Get the rocks out the safety deposit box Kisses here and up all the guards on watch And the first thing I grab honey in the fotch Split for nothing You get the same you hit the button Before we hit the safe Where's the videotape Gotta look it in the face- forget it I want your eyelids in the bag got your seven digits Money and death- what you pick? And don't be a prick your life is worth more than chips Money is paper and the banks built bricks All of a sudden I heard a different gun's clip I couldn't be hit Cuz I didn't feel shit So I duck into cover Yell for my brother I yell yo [Jadakiss] Then I yell yo back You can bounce now dog I filled up two sacks Here's the dough keys to the truck go get in it Cuz time is our life and we ain't got a minute I looked outside and I saw the Lieutenant And I thought to myself, "Damn, Styles is finished!" We ain't come this far for this shit to happen Damn, nigga better get the Captain Heard six shots 'bout three hit the Captain Heard a few more but by then they attacked him Area surrounded parking lot packed in Just knocked my man off now I was trapped in But you know I'm going out in a blast With this last pineapple like they use in M*A*S*H And as soon as enough cops've filled up the room I pull the pin |
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from The LOX - Money, Power & Respect (1998)
At the table sayin' a prayer holdin' hands
And we got two stolen Benz everything's according to plans If anybody in the fam gets pinched Don't worry 'bout your kids control your wench Don't worry 'bout the money it's gon' get rinsed And don't worry 'bout me I won't approach the bench Now let's roll out and get that paper retho It might look easy but it's not sweet though It's either do this shit now or don't eat yo This is real life this ain't no TV show Word up- backed out With the macs out 'Nuff clips to shoot four duffels full of loot 22 Dilinger a piece for the boot Couple of bombs Remote for the alarms Outside still runnin' two big black 1500s Me and Styles wasn't blunted Must be your point to deal with money Even though I was nervous somehow it was still funny I hopped in one son hopped in the other Word to mother both trucks burn rubber Figure we could blanff with a mil or two In a tentacle I pulled up behind chemical Doors locked Styles left the other one Down four blocks it's on now ready or not Synchronize your watch feed time to cops Get the rocks out the safety deposit box Kisses here and up all the guards on watch And the first thing I grab honey in the fotch Split for nothing You get the same you hit the button Before we hit the safe Where's the videotape Gotta look it in the face- forget it I want your eyelids in the bag got your seven digits Money and death- what you pick? And don't be a prick your life is worth more than chips Money is paper and the banks built bricks All of a sudden I heard a different gun's clip I couldn't be hit Cuz I didn't feel shit So I duck into cover Yell for my brother I yell yo Then I yell yo back You can bounce now dog I filled up two sacks Here's the dough keys to the truck go get in it Cuz time is our life and we ain't got a minute I looked outside and I saw the Lieutenant And I thought to myself, "Damn, Styles is finished!" We ain't come this far for this shit to happen Damn, nigga better get the Captain Heard six shots 'bout three hit the Captain Heard a few more but by then they attacked him Area surrounded parking lot packed in Just knocked my man off now I was trapped in But you know I'm going out in a blast With this last pineapple like they use in M*A*S*H And as soon as enough cops've filled up the room I pull the pin |
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from The Neptunes - The Neptunes Present... Clones (2003)
Well, hear dis
Original Dan die hearted dog heart Haffi put de old iron pon dem Me cyaan live inna no peace ca de whole a dem Informer dem an dem a cause problem Chop it Koo mama koo mama ma koo saw Dem nah go do me like dem do mi friend Tenor Saw Mama koo mama koo mama ma koo Saw Dem nah go do me like dem do mi friend Big Poppa Aay A wha dem fa me sey a wha dem a do yah Ba a 'nuff a dem me hear sey dem a born gangsta Ba a when me check it out de whole a dem a poser Oonu tell dem dem wi run up inna wi Bushmaster Boys Perplex de flex an man a go queeze de trigger Sey dem a shotta dem a shotta, man a straight shoota An straighter den de guy weh clap Martin Luther For murda is a word weh some a dem only heard a Oonu tell dem a de Rappa Dappa Dan dem a falla Oonu tell dem Mr. Cat a DanceHall Emperor Oonu tell dem Rappa Dan a ram cance master An inna de dancehall a music me charged fa Sing Koo mama koo mama ma koo saw Dem nah go do me like dem do mi friend Tenor Saw Mama koo mama koo mama ma koo saw Dem nah go do me like dem do mi friend Big Poppa Aay A wha dem fa me sey a wha dem a do yah Ba a 'nuff a dem me hear sey dem a born gangsta Oonu tell dem dem wi run up inna wi Bushmaster Boys, perplex de flex an man a go queeze de trigger When De Don of Dons put de ting pon dem Original Dan of Dans put de ting pon dem Original Dan of Dans put de ting pon dem De Don of Dons put de ting pon dem Because me cyaan live inna no peace ca de whole a dem Informer dem an dem a cause problem Carry mi name gone a station to superinten Sey de Rappa Dappa bustin' up a Mach-10 Sey de Rappa Dappa causing pure problem From New York City to de clock a Big Ben De whole world a shout de Rappa Dan come again Tell dem true gangsta never have no need fe pretend A bag a duppy men dem men deh send a Maypen So bad bull inna Pen a Man nuh fraid a none a dem Fa man a leaf, a root, a man, a branch an stem Car wha me luv sey dat a Mercedes Benz Koo mama koo mama ma koo saw Dem nah go do me like dem do mi friend Tenor Saw Mama koo mama koo mama ma koo saw Dem nah go do me like dem do mi friend Big Poppa Aay A wha dem fa me sey a wha dem a do yah Ba a 'nuff a dem me hear sey dem a born gangsta Oonu tell dem dem wi run up inna wi Bushmaster Boy, perplex de flex an man a go queeze de trigger When De Don of Dons put de ting pon dem Original Dan of Dans put de ting pon dem Original Dan of Dans put de ting pon dem De Don of Dons put de ting pon dem Because me cyaan live inna no peace ca de whole a dem Informer dem an dem a cause problem Carry mi name gone a station to superinten Sey de Rappa Dappa bustin' up a Mach-10 When De Don of Dons put de ting pon dem Original Dan of Dans put de ting pon dem Original Dan of Dans put de ting pon dem De Don of Dons put de ting pon dem |
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from Drag-On - Hell And Back (2004)
(feat. Jadakiss)
[Drag talking] Yah, I'm back niggaz Ha Ha y'all don't think the kid gonna come back y'all crazy [Drag] I rock a Burberry hood, my hood is very hood My gat is solid metal, my bat is heavy wood Drag is under rated, my coke is heavy weighted Y'all wanna be a blood, well that's wut I'ma soak your face in Coughin up blood, I soften up thugs I make a nigga show me love or throw me slugs I'm in the club with groupies, and groups of threes So getting ran up on the block by a group of Dee's I've been shot three movies, my deal comin soon I'm past sellin crack I got pills comin soon And I'm not no dancer, my moms got cancer So I aint celebrating shit, until these doctors get the answer Prolly never get a Grammy never get an Oscar But I got a twelve foot fish tank with Piranhas and Oscar's I aint gonna ask who shot ya, nine times out of the ten I know who did I know your bitch, get at 'em Kiss [Chorus: x2] Tell your friends, I'ma tell your friends (my friends) We can be friends, on the weekends (be friends) You know the ladies love gangstas with paper (weekend) Especially when your team wining like the Lakers [Jadakiss] Fall back respect, learn how to love a nigga You only alive, on strength of another nigga I've been nice all my F'in life A big house I only slept in twice Rhymes so dope, that it should be kept in rice The mistakes I've made, shall be corrected in my second life Nigga I be in the booth relaxed, I seduced the track And beat it up like I produced the track So another line bout a gun motherfucker And I'ma pass one to you, blast one through you You don't got adrenaline, ass run through you I run through cash, cash run through you I could do the job myself, only way I prolly ever be broke if I rob myself I don't know wuts worse a hate or a fag Double R D-Block daddy, Jada and Drag [Chorus: x2] Tell your friends, I'ma tell your friends (my friends) We can be friends, on the weekends (be friends) You know the ladies love gangstas with paper (weekend) Especially when your team winin like the Lakers [Drag] I was hated by many, loved by few But respected by all, so fuck all y'all Y'all doubted my skills, I never relied on this deal I don't give a fuck what y'all feel, foreal foreal This rap shit is nothing but fake love, alotta fake hugs I rather go do a jook's , to feed my thugs Cuz I could look through a nigga, like a glass shield See he aint real, my flow is like acid pills or pcp I'm like Morgan Freeman, the way I make tracks lean on me I got a house my walls is plush, my floor is plush Drugs by the barrel, in case it all get flushed Spring is back, along with Drag I juss coped a light jacket and the longest Jag I'm who you nigga love to hate, but glad I'm back Y'all heard X is retiring, but Drag is back [Chorus: x3] Tell your friends, I'ma tell your friends (my friends) We can be friends, on the weekends (be friends) You know the ladies love gangstas with paper (weekend) |
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from Jadakiss - The Last Kiss (Explicit Version) (2009)
If you want it, come get it
(New York City must be) If you want it, come get it If you want it, come get it If you want it, come get it (New York City must be) CHORUS (Pharrell): (Yeah) You can dance if you want to, but you really don't have to dance See you got your eyes on the hustlas (New York City must be) You just wanna touch us Come on with the lump in your pants (come on, come on) (New York City must be) (See) I ain't gonna stress ya (no), but I know my glow got you under pressure (uh huh) You already know that the flow is extra (no, he haaa), stand right here so the blocks can catch ya Jadakiss: (Uh, yo) If you want to take a picture with money then stand right here You see all eyes is on the man right here (New York City must be) Us hookin' up is the plan I swear And you ain't gotta dance, you can stand right there (New York City must be) Nice hips plus you got an ass to lean on Type of honey that you wanna flash the green on Real New Yorker, brilliant author (New York City must be) The work still on the same scale as Orca Still sellin' the kush and lightin' the sour Still in the hood gettin' ready for the powder (New York City must be) So what? They don't me, they fightin' the power Cause the flicks will be up on every site in an hour (come on) CHORUS (Pharrell): (Yeah, yeah) You can dance if you want to, but you really don't have to dance (New York City must be) See you got your eyes on the hustlas, you just wanna touch us Come on with the lump in your pants (See) (New York City must be) I ain't gone stress ya (uh uh), but I know my glow got you under pressure (uh huh) You already know that the flow is extra (no), stand right here so the blocks can catch ya (he haaa, uh, yo) Jadakiss: (Uh) J to the mwah I'm one of the best in world ma, that's what they say on the blogs (New York City must be) Look in the garage, half of the cars off the bars, and the other half off the maw (New York City must be) My entourage is large, so hard Kiss run the streets, my niggas run the yard Whoever disagree can bet they get scarred (New York City must be) We keep it so rugged, but we still so suave Just seen your girl, 'bout to give me a massage Her friend wanna join, 'bout to make it a menage (New York City must be) Let the desert off for the sake of the mirage Cause it all look good till the louis lands far (yeah) CHORUS (Pharrell): (Yeah) You can dance if you want to, but you really don't have to dance See you got your eyes on the hustlas (New York City must be) You just wanna touch us Come on with the lump in your pants (See) (New York City must be) I ain't gonna stress ya, but I know my glow got you under pressure You already know that the flow is extra (New York City must be) Stand right here so the blocks can catch ya (Listen) If you want it, come get it (New York City must be) If you want it, come get it If you want it, come get it (New York City must be) If you want it, come get it (New York City must be) If you want it, come get it (uh uh) (New York City must be) If you want it, come get it (uh huh) If you want it, come get it (no) If you want it, come get it (he haa) (New York City must be) Jadakiss: Uh, yeah, yo, flow extra, dough extra They recognize the glow no matter who he's next to (New York City must be) Recognized your ho, then he probably sexed her All my hood niggas gettin' money, throw your sets up You know what it is with the kid, put your bets up Honey wanna slide, but I got her under pressure (New York City must be) Keep tryin' to tell her that I ain't tryin' to stress her Come stand right her so the blocks can catch ya (let's go) CHORUS (Pharrell): You can dance if you want to, but you really don't have to dance See you got your eyes on the hustlas (New York City must be) You just wanna touch us Come on with the lump in your pants (See) (New York City must be) I ain't gonna stress ya, but I know my glow got you under pressure You already know that the flow is extra (New York City must be) Stand right here so the blocks can catch ya (Listen) (New York City must be) (New York City must be) (New York City must be) (New York City must be) |
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from Jadakiss - The Last Kiss (2009)
If you want it, come get it
(New York City must be) If you want it, come get it If you want it, come get it If you want it, come get it (New York City must be) CHORUS (Pharrell): (Yeah) You can dance if you want to, but you really don't have to dance See you got your eyes on the hustlas (New York City must be) You just wanna touch us Come on with the lump in your pants (come on, come on) (New York City must be) (See) I ain't gonna stress ya (no), but I know my glow got you under pressure (uh huh) You already know that the flow is extra (no, he haaa), stand right here so the blocks can catch ya Jadakiss: (Uh, yo) If you want to take a picture with money then stand right here You see all eyes is on the man right here (New York City must be) Us hookin' up is the plan I swear And you ain't gotta dance, you can stand right there (New York City must be) Nice hips plus you got an ass to lean on Type of honey that you wanna flash the green on Real New Yorker, brilliant author (New York City must be) The work still on the same scale as Orca Still sellin' the kush and lightin' the sour Still in the hood gettin' ready for the powder (New York City must be) So what? They don't me, they fightin' the power Cause the flicks will be up on every site in an hour (come on) CHORUS (Pharrell): (Yeah, yeah) You can dance if you want to, but you really don't have to dance (New York City must be) See you got your eyes on the hustlas, you just wanna touch us Come on with the lump in your pants (See) (New York City must be) I ain't gone stress ya (uh uh), but I know my glow got you under pressure (uh huh) You already know that the flow is extra (no), stand right here so the blocks can catch ya (he haaa, uh, yo) Jadakiss: (Uh) J to the mwah I'm one of the best in world ma, that's what they say on the blogs (New York City must be) Look in the garage, half of the cars off the bars, and the other half off the maw (New York City must be) My entourage is large, so hard Kiss run the streets, my niggas run the yard Whoever disagree can bet they get scarred (New York City must be) We keep it so rugged, but we still so suave Just seen your girl, 'bout to give me a massage Her friend wanna join, 'bout to make it a menage (New York City must be) Let the desert off for the sake of the mirage Cause it all look good till the louis lands far (yeah) CHORUS (Pharrell): (Yeah) You can dance if you want to, but you really don't have to dance See you got your eyes on the hustlas (New York City must be) You just wanna touch us Come on with the lump in your pants (See) (New York City must be) I ain't gonna stress ya, but I know my glow got you under pressure You already know that the flow is extra (New York City must be) Stand right here so the blocks can catch ya (Listen) If you want it, come get it (New York City must be) If you want it, come get it If you want it, come get it (New York City must be) If you want it, come get it (New York City must be) If you want it, come get it (uh uh) (New York City must be) If you want it, come get it (uh huh) If you want it, come get it (no) If you want it, come get it (he haa) (New York City must be) Jadakiss: Uh, yeah, yo, flow extra, dough extra They recognize the glow no matter who he's next to (New York City must be) Recognized your ho, then he probably sexed her All my hood niggas gettin' money, throw your sets up You know what it is with the kid, put your bets up Honey wanna slide, but I got her under pressure (New York City must be) Keep tryin' to tell her that I ain't tryin' to stress her Come stand right her so the blocks can catch ya (let's go) CHORUS (Pharrell): You can dance if you want to, but you really don't have to dance See you got your eyes on the hustlas (New York City must be) You just wanna touch us Come on with the lump in your pants (See) (New York City must be) I ain't gonna stress ya, but I know my glow got you under pressure You already know that the flow is extra (New York City must be) Stand right here so the blocks can catch ya (Listen) (New York City must be) (New York City must be) (New York City must be) (New York City must be) |
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from Jadakiss - Kiss Of Death / Explicit Version (2004)
[Jadakiss] uh-huh, real life shit na'mean True story Feel me, matter of fact Still feel me Uh yea, yo Past few years shit got so ill Kinda hard for the god to laugh through tears I went through something with momma, no drama something that came and went, real life karma My pop think his son is deserting em, its hurtin em Guess I gotta be the man, sit down & work with em My little boy 7, he the sequel to the thug So I told him the money will never equal the love Listen I'm grown y'all, when it comes to my family it's never a problem It's only a phone call, the tend to take that and run with it So every other month I be on some new number shit They violated Stay again, Gus totaled the beamer & broke Kay leg again shhh, let us pray again and I ain't get enough of hanging in local bars yet Had to let the thang off, cross town in the projects All these rumors, shit I ain't get robbed yet Bitch ass niggaz ain't stop actin like broads yet And arm reach off a gun & a mask, somebody clipped me for a hundred in cash Still feel me, I hit the road try to get more grip It was cool til' a mutha fuckin tour bus flipped uh, no charges brought up, bitch popped up with a kid Got caught up, then I put a court up Now The road the the riches is taking me longer It ain't kill yet so it makin me stronger I don't know if its the hate, frustration, or hunger The keep a nigga going, rappin for a reason Shit don't just don't happen, shit happen for a reason I'm that dude, like it or love it I do my thang in the hood, get right with a budget Ain't afraid to give my life to the public And when you see me next time maybe we can further discuss How my 16's give you a visual I know you thinking he ain't really selling, how he life off residuals But right now the game is pitiful niggaz is lonely, they need company cuz they miserable (Talking) Yeah, uh-huh shit it still real B That's why I want you to still feel me Still feel me, one I'm out |
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from Jadakiss - The Last Kiss (Explicit Version) (2009)
(Uhh)
Definitely what they been waitin' for (You already know, yeah) At least a certain percentage of the world (Uh huh) Anyway (Haha haha) Can I talk my shit? (Talk that shit) Sure I can (Talk that shit, talk that shit) 'Cause ain't nobody gon' do Nothin' about it anyway, a-ha ha (Talk that shit, talk that shit) (Jada talk that shit, oh) You could tell the way I stack my money (I'm somethin' else) Nah, I ain't one of them dummies (I'm somethin' else) Tre's, nick's, dimes and twenties (I'm somethin' else) The way I get it in with the honeys (I'm somethin' else) Yo, you know I love to style on ya, blue 40-caliber Butterfly doors on the triple black challenger And I'm still in and out, got it so I'm spendin' out Dope boy, so I never have a problem in a drought Don't take too much work if you can't manage that Just in case you run out of empties, use sandwich bags Play with the hand you was dealt That's why I ride the track till it melt I could care less how you feel, how you felt I done spent niggaz rent money on belts Threesomes in the trunk, I'm fuckin' for the wealth And the hood ask about me, I'm somethin' else You could tell the way I stack my money (I'm somethin' else) Nah, I ain't one of them dummies (I'm somethin' else) Tre's, nick's, dimes and twenties (I'm somethin' else) The way I get it in with the honeys (I'm somethin' else) Still representin' the block (I'm somethin' else) And you ain't got to tell me I'm hot (I'm somethin' else) I'm exactly what they not (I'm somethin' else) Hah (I'm somethin' else) Ah-hahh (I'm somethin' else) I ain't even did nothin, feelin' like I'm traffickin' See these blood diamonds, sir, my chain African Speakin' of my chain, yeah it need to get a job Get the fuck up off my neck, Senator Barack Whatever that you do, look, don't get caught That stash get low, ya ass might get bought Okay I'm over it, let's talk about somethin' else I said I'm over it, I think I bought somethin' else That's why I live e'ry day (Day) Like a thug holiday Suffocate a nigga about mines, J. Holiday Quick to make a movie 'bout my Doc Holiday It's why I'm strapped 365, even holidays, yeah You could tell the way I stack my money (I'm somethin' else) Nah, I ain't one of them dummies (I'm somethin' else) Tre's, nick's, dimes and twenties (I'm somethin' else) The way I get it in with the honeys (I'm somethin' else) Still representin' the block (I'm somethin' else) And you ain't got to tell me I'm hot (I'm somethin' else) I'm exactly what they not (I'm somethin' else) Hah (I'm somethin' else) Ah-hahh (I'm somethin' else) Yeah, I'm somethin' else with myself they say WWF, push that featherweight Big boy toys, of course the shoe's right See the 22's reflect from the moonlight? Barry White or Walter Cronkite? Couple cold words when you talk 'bout birds You ain't talkin' 'bout green, you ain't talkin' 'bout me Hold up, this your bitch on my caller I'd You could tell I'm somethin' else, pussy nigga do the math Just look at me nigga, you can't tell I got cash? Got together so fruity, 26 inches (Girl, ain't that Blood Raw?) You can't tell I got bitches? I'm a three summer soul survivor Tell me have you ever met a nigga that's real as the bible? You could tell I'm addicted to paper And if it ain't my clique I'm like Maino, fuck you haters You could tell the way I stack my money (I'm somethin' else) Nah, I ain't one of them dummies (I'm somethin' else) Tre's, nick's, dimes and twenties (I'm somethin' else) The way I get it in with the honeys (I'm somethin' else) Still representin' the block (I'm somethin' else) And you ain't got to tell me I'm hot (I'm somethin' else) I'm exactly what they not (I'm somethin' else) Hah (I'm somethin' else) Ah-hahh (I'm somethin' else) Yo, aiyyo, any situation involvin' paper I'm all in Pull up on your block, old school sittin' on all rims Still keep them semis on deck in case I'm tested And gotta do a nigga dirty, turn him to a mess quick Chest all hangin' out, everybody screamin' out I grew up in a house, where damn near e'rybody fiendin' So don't ask, why I hold me the pen on my fuckin' self If I pop through and you come back I'ma Hit you with somethin' else I'm somethin' else the way I come off, bars that make 'em run off Rippin' up his back but the strap'll tear your front off Neck slump and run through your boss, he tried to jump off It's D-Block, we treat every town just like it's New York (D-Block) Cross the whole game like my verses do the track Push the pen like a pack and let it work through the trap (Snyp) Get your roof cut, ace hit by shooter's that'll spray shit And if it ain't the ruger shit'll melt you and your face split Okay, Bully bitch Uh, I'm somethin' else, run through niggaz like Phelps D-Block's next generation explains itself (D-Block) You don't wanna fuck with Bully the don-dada Name ring bells in the hood, a known shotter You gets nada when it comes to my ricotta Fresh Levi's, black V-necks and Pradas I'm a problem for niggaz if nothin' else Control, substitute or police, I'm somethin' else You could tell the way I stack my money (I'm somethin' else) Nah, I ain't one of them dummies (I'm somethin' else) Tre's, nick's, dimes and twenties (I'm somethin' else) The way I get it in with the honeys (I'm somethin' else) Still representin' the block (I'm somethin' else) And you ain't got to tell me I'm hot (I'm somethin' else) I'm exactly what they not (I'm somethin' else) Hah (I'm somethin' else) Ah-hahh (I'm somethin' else) |
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from Jadakiss - The Last Kiss (Explicit Version) (2009)
[Jadakiss]
You know i love the style on ya Blue forty caliber Butterfly doors on the triple black challenger And im still in and out Got it so im spending out Dope boy so i never have a problem in a drought Don't take too much work if you cant manage that In case u run out of empties use sandwich bags Play with the hand u was dealt Thats why i ride the track til it melts I can care less how you feel how u felt I done spent niggas rent money on belts Threesomes in the trunk Im fucking for the wealth And the hood ask about me im something else [Young Jeezy] I aint even did nothing And it look like im trafficking You see these blood diamonds Sir my chain African Speaking of my chain Need to get a job Get the fuck up out my neck Serve (?) to Barack Whatever that you do look Don't get caught That stash get low ya ass might get bought Ok im over it lets talk about something else I said im over it i think im buying something else Leave everyday like a thug holiday Suffocate a nigga bout my j. holiday To make a movie bout my doc holiday Son strapped 365 even holidays |
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from Jadakiss - The Last Kiss (2009)
[Jadakiss]
You know i love the style on ya Blue forty caliber Butterfly doors on the triple black challenger And im still in and out Got it so im spending out Dope boy so i never have a problem in a drought Don't take too much work if you cant manage that In case u run out of empties use sandwich bags Play with the hand u was dealt Thats why i ride the track til it melts I can care less how you feel how u felt I done spent niggas rent money on belts Threesomes in the trunk Im fucking for the wealth And the hood ask about me im something else [Young Jeezy] I aint even did nothing And it look like im trafficking You see these blood diamonds Sir my chain African Speaking of my chain Need to get a job Get the fuck up out my neck Serve (?) to Barack Whatever that you do look Don't get caught That stash get low ya ass might get bought Ok im over it lets talk about something else I said im over it i think im buying something else Leave everyday like a thug holiday Suffocate a nigga bout my j. holiday To make a movie bout my doc holiday Son strapped 365 even holidays |
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from Jadakiss - The Last Kiss (2009)
[Jadakiss]
You know i love the style on ya Blue forty caliber Butterfly doors on the triple black challenger And im still in and out Got it so im spending out Dope boy so i never have a problem in a drought Don't take too much work if you cant manage that In case u run out of empties use sandwich bags Play with the hand u was dealt Thats why i ride the track til it melts I can care less how you feel how u felt I done spent niggas rent money on belts Threesomes in the trunk Im fucking for the wealth And the hood ask about me im something else [Young Jeezy] I aint even did nothing And it look like im trafficking You see these blood diamonds Sir my chain African Speaking of my chain Need to get a job Get the fuck up out my neck Serve (?) to Barack Whatever that you do look Don't get caught That stash get low ya ass might get bought Ok im over it lets talk about something else I said im over it i think im buying something else Leave everyday like a thug holiday Suffocate a nigga bout my j. holiday To make a movie bout my doc holiday Son strapped 365 even holidays |
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from Jadakiss - The Last Kiss (Explicit Version) (2009)
Hook
Jasmine Sullivan: You're the only one i love, Jadakiss: uh huh The only man i know that i can trust, Jadakiss: yup And if I ever should need u, I know you'd come, Jadakiss: yea Ready to kill with a smoking gun, Echo: (with a smoking gun) Verse 1 Jadakiss: Yo Shawty is courageous, Going through the stages, Of where her body is more mature, Than her age is, Far from the daddy's little girl type, Can't even imagine what her world's like, It all started off as a youngin, Stepfather used to touch her, And she couldn't say nothing, The more she held in the pain, It kept coming, Eventually it scarred her for life as a woman, And then he just kept touching her, Inside that was crushing her, I got something to discuss with her, I'm coming with the tech, With the ear holes and the mufflers. (Blaw) Hook: Jasmine Sullivan:You're the only one i love, The only man i know that i can trust, And if I ever should need u, I know you'd come, Ready to kill with a smoking gun, Echo: (with a smoking gun) Ahh Ahh With a smoking gun, Ahh Ahh With a smoking gun, Ahh Ahh I know you'd come, Ready to kill, With a smoking gun, Sounds faded: Girl: Through, A long road Jadakiss: Uh huh Girl: I'll come Jadakiss: Yup Jasmine Sullivan: I know u'll run, Ready to kill, With a smoking gun, Verse 2 Jadakiss: Yo now she really stressed bad, Baby by her step dad, Her and lil man, All alone up in westhab Tough road, And without a car, It's a tough walk, Worse part about it, Is her mom think its her fault, Word get around yall, Know how the town talk, Baby girl is innocent, Labeled ah the town whore, Suicidial thoughts on her mind, Even now more, First the abuse, Now she gotta raise her child poor, And that's why I feel for you, That's why i'm ready to kill for you, That's a black girl lost for ya, Call me, I'm come through and let it off for ya. Hook: Jasmine Sullivan: You're the only one i love, The only man i know that i can trust, And if I ever should need u, I know you'd come, Ready to kill with a smoking gun, Echo: (with a smoking gun) Ahh Ahh With a smoking gun, Ahh Ahh With a smoking gun, Ahh Ahh I know you'd come, Ready to kill, With a smoking gun, Jadakiss: Uh Sounds faded: Girl: Through, Jadakiss: uh huh A long road Jadakiss: yea Girl: I'll come Jadakiss: Yup Jasmine Sullivan: I know u'll run, Jadakiss: Yup Ready to kill, Jadakiss: Yup With a smoking gun, Verse 3 Jadakiss: It aint your fault boo, I'm always here for you to talk to, Hold your head high when you walk through, Sometimes the devil's temptation would force you, One thing about the Lord, He'd never cross you, Look at all the bad things that they tried to do to you, And you're still queen of this earth and you're beautiful, Everything happens for a reason, If you ever need me, Call me, I'm coming through squeezing. (Blaw) Hook: Jasmine Sullivan: You're the only one i love, The only man i know that i can trust, And if I ever should need u, I know you'd come, Ready to kill with a smoking gun, Echo: (with a smoking gun) Ahh Ahh With a smoking gun, Ahh Ahh With a smoking gun, Ahh Ahh I know you'd come, Ready to kill, With a smoking gun, Sounds faded: Girl: Through, A long road I'll come Jasmine Sullivan: I know u'll run, Ready to kill, With a smoking gun. |
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from Jadakiss - The Last Kiss (2009)
Hook
Jasmine Sullivan: You're the only one i love, Jadakiss: uh huh The only man i know that i can trust, Jadakiss: yup And if I ever should need u, I know you'd come, Jadakiss: yea Ready to kill with a smoking gun, Echo: (with a smoking gun) Verse 1 Jadakiss: Yo Shawty is courageous, Going through the stages, Of where her body is more mature, Than her age is, Far from the daddy's little girl type, Can't even imagine what her world's like, It all started off as a youngin, Stepfather used to touch her, And she couldn't say nothing, The more she held in the pain, It kept coming, Eventually it scarred her for life as a woman, And then he just kept touching her, Inside that was crushing her, I got something to discuss with her, I'm coming with the tech, With the ear holes and the mufflers. (Blaw) Hook: Jasmine Sullivan:You're the only one i love, The only man i know that i can trust, And if I ever should need u, I know you'd come, Ready to kill with a smoking gun, Echo: (with a smoking gun) Ahh Ahh With a smoking gun, Ahh Ahh With a smoking gun, Ahh Ahh I know you'd come, Ready to kill, With a smoking gun, Sounds faded: Girl: Through, A long road Jadakiss: Uh huh Girl: I'll come Jadakiss: Yup Jasmine Sullivan: I know u'll run, Ready to kill, With a smoking gun, Verse 2 Jadakiss: Yo now she really stressed bad, Baby by her step dad, Her and lil man, All alone up in westhab Tough road, And without a car, It's a tough walk, Worse part about it, Is her mom think its her fault, Word get around yall, Know how the town talk, Baby girl is innocent, Labeled ah the town whore, Suicidial thoughts on her mind, Even now more, First the abuse, Now she gotta raise her child poor, And that's why I feel for you, That's why i'm ready to kill for you, That's a black girl lost for ya, Call me, I'm come through and let it off for ya. Hook: Jasmine Sullivan: You're the only one i love, The only man i know that i can trust, And if I ever should need u, I know you'd come, Ready to kill with a smoking gun, Echo: (with a smoking gun) Ahh Ahh With a smoking gun, Ahh Ahh With a smoking gun, Ahh Ahh I know you'd come, Ready to kill, With a smoking gun, Jadakiss: Uh Sounds faded: Girl: Through, Jadakiss: uh huh A long road Jadakiss: yea Girl: I'll come Jadakiss: Yup Jasmine Sullivan: I know u'll run, Jadakiss: Yup Ready to kill, Jadakiss: Yup With a smoking gun, Verse 3 Jadakiss: It aint your fault boo, I'm always here for you to talk to, Hold your head high when you walk through, Sometimes the devil's temptation would force you, One thing about the Lord, He'd never cross you, Look at all the bad things that they tried to do to you, And you're still queen of this earth and you're beautiful, Everything happens for a reason, If you ever need me, Call me, I'm coming through squeezing. (Blaw) Hook: Jasmine Sullivan: You're the only one i love, The only man i know that i can trust, And if I ever should need u, I know you'd come, Ready to kill with a smoking gun, Echo: (with a smoking gun) Ahh Ahh With a smoking gun, Ahh Ahh With a smoking gun, Ahh Ahh I know you'd come, Ready to kill, With a smoking gun, Sounds faded: Girl: Through, A long road I'll come Jasmine Sullivan: I know u'll run, Ready to kill, With a smoking gun. |
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from Jadakiss - Kiss Tha Game Goodbye (2001)
(Jadakiss)
Yoooo!! uh, uh-huh, uh Yo yo yo yo aiyyo Never will it stop Hanguns with double digit shots I move work on other niggas blocks Leave out the club wit a another niggas watch Body that man and let other niggas watch Only thing worse than a coward, is a coward with power Gotta kill him in the shower, hour Beats is knockin, hooks is rare Earned my spot, nobody aint put me here Burnt my block, I had a fiend cookin wit beer Like the Bobby Womack of crack Might see me in the burgandy thing, or the black on black Matter of fact, go get ya chrome Cause I rather be, broke together than rich alone Clappin em' down, backin em' down (uh) Fuck what ever happened before, I'm whats happenin' now (Chorus: Nas (Jada)) Now gangstas live, gangstas die Grab ya guns, soldiers ride (show discipline nigga!) Kill ya moms, kill ya pops, kill ya seed Kill ya girl (Its principle nigga!) Sell ya crack, sell ya coke Sell ya E, sell ya smoke (you hustlin nigga!) Grab ya nine, grab ya pound Grab ya tec, grab ya pump (you bustin at niggaz!,wha) (Nas) We bravehearted, I had bitches tryin to posion me Niggaz who kilt loyalty Set me up, vested up my move accordingly I ducked icepicks and icesticks by cops who rookies Hard to be righteous, and when life can just stop for pussy Niggaz killin over hoes, guns concealed in their clothes Bodies at funerals, touch them they feel like they froze Speech, totally calm, holdin dead rappers dome in my palm Burnin flag, plus its on the qu'ran, its on the bible Plus america cause that every car thats drivin Holdin the homeless sign you focus you know its Nas then Prince of the globe, leave no prince of the toast Played with Ouija boards, burned frankencense wit a ghost I've learned, to do good plus a waste of evil And do what it takes to keep a smile on the face of my people I was raised by the apes in this dark creepshow, but yo (Chorus) (Jadakiss) yo yo yo yo yo yo Think bout when I splatter ya mask(yea) My niggas is happy, ya momma is sad If ya niggas is riders, the drama will last If ya niggas is snitch, been judgin my ass They said I'm too famous to run So when I empty out this clip, I'm changin the gun The realer the beef, the longer the clip Murder ya mans, I'm gone in the mist Call this girl after dark so we talked the bitch We aint care cause the whore wasnt shit Doll, I aint takin the L or waistin a shell I bring the heat like I'm satan itself Fuck if you hard, fuck if you soft, long as you lost Dick in the dirt, shit in ya drawers Ill make ya grandmother get on the floor Tie you up, then beat you to a pulp, say that this is a war If'n the four, mackin a pump, actin I dump Throw you out the window then act like you jump (Chorus 2x) |
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from Jadakiss - Kiss Of Death / Explicit Version (2004)
(JADAKISS) (STYLES P) Let's go Feds in the precinct lookin at our picture If rap don't work we gonna get it like Guy Fisher I was taught to ride with them niggas thatl die with ya Headed OT? Then bring some pies with ya Buy your man a lambo and tell him to fly with ya Or throw the nigga jewels and tell him to shine with ya I shine You shine Like smith n wesson you don't wanna feel the ghost Or the kiss of death n' Tubs still lift up So do the sink now Pablo escobar shit Buyin a clink now Dead presidents shit Robbin the Brinks now 100 shot tommy guns Hell of a stink now [Chorus] J-A-D-A 'Cause the P will hollow the gun to holla at son Muah, im that nigga ya'll know that Do it Holiday Style Double R is Comin for War On the average day we smoke about a quarter And everythings is bad for a nigga nowadays so we drink a lot of water talk about you "so rich" nigga you "so bitch" that your parents probably think they got a daughter yeah we them boys that bring all the terror we persevered through all the errors lay niggas down with all barettas everything in the bag--chains, watches... ...all your leathers So you can act funny with yourselves I'm in the hood with dope Sacks is filled twenty after twelve A sign of the times kitchen cook 38, 38 treys that remind you of dimes [Chorus] Hustlers, entreprenaurs Anything to do with the hood That's what we responsible for Battin you down Knifin you up Stompin your jaw Bail a nigga out for stealin something out on the tour And they makin technology to trya nd screw niggas I'm good long as an old gun will kill a new nigga Yall dudes with 9 lives got one life left And controversy sells but it aint like death So pop him in the head til his brains start to fizz on him I aint sell my soul to the devil, I bought his from him Waitin on the day they say jesus is gonna come So god bless yall niggas cuz im sneezing with my gun Ah-choo Bless you You aint D Block or Double R nigga No doubt imma stretch you Imma shoot back 10 feet Imma catch you Real brutal shit Make sure I snap your neck too SLR or the Aston Mar' Lamborghini or the Porsche with the crashin bars Iced out Or wear no ice at all 100 Gs on the dice game Life's a ball Listen up -- if you real get real estate We the best in the game, that aint a real debate And they never had AK's peelin face Cuz its written in the starts for us to seal your fate Time to skate [Chorus] |
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from Jadakiss - Kiss Of Death / Explicit Version (2004)
[Chorus] Shine, shine, shine Everyday when I'm rollin through the hood Playas watch me cos they know I "Shine, shine, shine" Hey! I know I'm shinin, a fresh pair of whities and a crispy T on Love to hate me cos you know I'm gonna "Shine, shine, shine" [Female Singer] Keep doin what you doin It's ya time and its ya shine I love the way you ride I hope you shine The party starts tonight My friends are comin over I really think you fly Tonight's the night "shine shine shine" [Verse 1 - Snoop Dogg] I shine like Neptune, Venus, and Mars in yo face in yo state In and out of cars, in a state, with a date with one of my broads But you gotta leave that bitch before she gets your dick hard Thats what shinin about and when you get the hoe You can tear her linin out, what you whinin about? You in the presence of pimpin, I'm walkin while limpin And holdin on the drink that I'm sippin, I'm flippin the script and Im slidin while I'm dippin my whip in, out-of-traffic Its so drastic, boombastic, this shits a hit, Jadakiss matter fact nephew, this bitch is a classic pass this ayo locy loc' let's blow some dope better yet lets go for dough, hoe for hoe I'm so fa sho, and so low and sensational You know how I do it [Chorus] Shine, shine, shine Everyday when I'm rollin thru the hood Playas watch me cuz they know I "Shine, shine, shine" Hey I know I'm shinin, a fresh pair of whities and a crispy T on Love to hate me cuz you know I'm gonna "Shine, shine, shine" [Female Singer] Keep doin what you doin Its ya time and its ya shine I love the way you ride I hope you shine "shine shine shine" The party starts tonight My friends are comin over I really think you fly Tonight'sthe night "shine shine shine" [Verse 2 - DJ Quik] Now whats the haps on the bottle cap, I want a snow bunny "I'm Rick James bitch!" I got the show money and I ain't hatin for nothin, but it be so funny how cowards be wantin see me with my eyes and nose runny I got nouns and verbs while you got pounds of curbs and one of us got a place if we around the burbs I'm fittin like a lego block, you bullshittin while I'm sittin in an eight-o-drop, these suckaz tell me "keep it gangsta" But they don't know, when they ain't lookin I be hearin population control Then I'm lookin for a breezy with a whole lotta soul so I can have a malfunction in my wardrobe SIP! not the Jada with the smith It's the Jada with the fo' fifth, clutchin on the fifth With Snoop be in the front and his jewelry shinin all through his clothes and lil niggaz in the back on the low... but I still shine though! [Chorus] Shine, shine, shine Everyday when I'm rollin thru the hood Playas watch me cuz they know I "Shine, shine, shine" Hey I know I'm shinin, a fresh pair of whities and a crispy T on Love to hate me cuz you know I'm gonna "Shine, shine, shine" [Female Singer] Keep doin what you doin It's ya time and its ya shine I love the way you ride I hope you shine "shine shine shine" The party starts tonight My friends are comin over I really think you fly Tonight'sthe night "shine shine shine" [Verse 3 - Jadakiss] UH, Like a African diamond its deeper than rappin and rhymin Success happens with timin, over here I'm doin low with the punk When I'm over there I'm on the low low with my unc and all the bitches lookin for us But I ain't lookin for puss, right now ma' I'm lookin for cush And I'm strapped with the pound and house shoes, Khakis, T shirts Ah Uh ! Thats my surroundings, air force ones, jeans City lab a-fitted thats when I'm back in the town Don't get it confused I'm proud to be gone be home in a year with duffle bags out on the lawn So much money my niggaz keep countin it wrong So many hits I cant keep count of the songs and we still grindin, stainless still nine And y'all still hate but we still shinin lets go! [Chorus] Shine, shine, shine Everyday when I'm rollin through the hood Playas watch me cuz they know I "Shine, shine, shine" Hey I know I'm shinin, afresh pair of whities with a crispy T on Love to hate me cuz you know I'm gonna "Shine, shine, shine" [Female Singer] Keep doin what you doin It's ya time and its ya shine I love the way you ride I hope you shine "Shine shine shine" The party starts tonight My friends are comin over I really think you fly Tonight'sthe night "Shine, shine, shine" |
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from Jadakiss - The Last Kiss (2009)
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Uh come on, uh two step uh Yea uh come on, uh two step uh Yea, lets work, haha AHA! Verse 1: Jadakiss Yea, we can do it up Just the two of us Me and you shorty, we don't need the crew with us You know my hammalog Im the man in charge I like your Louis bag the monogramoflauge A little zif and dale A little ace of spade Ima roll a purp up and let you tast the haze You know i gotta thug it Olympic size swimming pool With the moze tiles at the bottom of it You can spend and keep spending i aint got a budget I done put enough away that i aint gotta touch it Dont worry about nothing, kiss got it covered Youre now rocking with the best girl gotta love it CHORUS: Bobby Valentino, Pharrell, Jadakiss GIRL (left, left, right, right) (left, left, right, right) Two stepping with my gangsta self GO GIRL (left, left, right, right) (left, left, right, right) Two stepping with my gangsta self now you're rocking the best you don't need no help You're now rocking with the best now GO GIRL (left, left, right, right) (left, left, right, right) Two stepping with my gangsta self GO GIRL (left, left, right, right) (left, left, right, right) Two stepping with my gangsta self now you're rocking the best you don't need no help You're now rocking with the best now (go girl) Verse 2: Jadakiss When you at the top Its no stopping it Take a second, realize who you rocking with Just notice the color car that you shopping with Take pride in the joint when you mopping it Kiss melts in ya mouth like chocolate Make sure its hot whenever you dropping it Right now we got billionaire gwap to get You aint in the boys club you just cop the fit Im two stepping and honey poppin it Your first was the worst now its the opposite Yes, i must confess girl, ya now rocking with the best girl CHORUS: Bobby Valentino, Pharrell, Jadakiss GIRL (left, left, right, right) (left, left, right, right) Two stepping with my gangsta self GO GIRL (left, left, right, right) (left, left, right, right) Two stepping with my gangsta self now youre rocking the best you dont need no help Youre now rocking with the best now GO GIRL (left, left, right, right) (left, left, right, right) Two stepping with my gangsta self Go girl (left, left, right, right) (left, left, right, right) Two stepping with my gangsta self now youre rocking the best you dont need no help Youre now rocking with the best now (go girl) HOOK: Pharrell, Bobby Valentino Get ya glass up, cus im back again What it do shorty, whats happening You know this beat jimmy, case youre on the groove Everybody looking, what youre gonna do Now move closer for the KID one time Closer for the KID one time Closer for the KID one time Back that ass on the KID one time Now drop it like you do it for the EAST one time Now drop it like you do it for the WEST two times Now drop it like you do it for the NORTH three times Now drop it like you do it for the SOUTH......GIRL Verse 3: Jadakiss You can stay around here, we can take a trip I take you to the block show you how i make it flip And i spend it so fast cus i make it quick All i ever knew how to do was make em sit Pop another bottle ma, lets take a sip Close ya eyes blow the candles out make a wish And just forget about the rest of em, cus ya now rocking with the best of em CHORUS: Bobby Valentino, Pharrell, Jadakiss GIRL (left, left, right, right) (left, left, right, right) Two stepping with my gangsta self GO GIRL (left, left, right, right) (left, left, right, right) Two stepping with my gangsta self now youre rocking the best you dont need no help Youre now rocking with the best now GO GIRL (left, left, right, right) (left, left, right, right) Two stepping with my gangsta self Go girl (left, left, right, right) (left, left, right, right) Two stepping with my gangsta self now youre rocking the best you dont need no help Youre now rocking with the best now (go girl) girl girl girl girl...... |
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from Yo Gotti 5집 - Live From The Kitchen [Explicit Version] (2012)
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from Jadakiss - Kiss Of Death / Explicit Version (2004)
[Swizz Beatz] Swizz Beatz the monsta Real music (real music) let's go The hood's hot! (uh-huh, yeah) The hood's hot! (clap) The hood's hot! (oh, yeah) The hood's hot (yeah, yeah) [Verse One: Jadakiss] Yo when I squirt the chrome the funeral home gon' double they money this year off my work alone So cool with it, yet and still I'm old school with it Nobody gotta know who did it Two-thirds of the L.O., where the X at? Hoodie under the suit jacket, double-breast that I'm in the hood like scratch-offs, get them packs off Lame niggaz cuffin them whack whores Use of the pick goin back door, no more for the fake Just stand there and I'ma dish it back off Might lay it up, might not Niggaz don't be in the wrong place cause it's me in the right spot I'm quite hot, y'all niggaz is quite pop The record don't sell then I still got light rocks Like wearin Timbs with Nike socks And the lil' bit of money I did make I put it in light stocks [Swizz Beatz] Yeah, how y'all doin out there (Jada whattup nigga?) How y'all doin out there? (It's your boy Sheek Louch nigga) The hood's hot! (Thanks for invitin me on this track) The hood's hot! [Verse Two: Sheek Louch] Yo if my flow too tight, put the pressure on Watch the juice come out like I'm squeezin a Sprite Make big deals, get out on big bails Shit, your career about as short as Amil's (ha ha) Shit on niggaz like I had two tails (damn) With enough bars to open four jails If you don't know nigga, ask Madden How I play with the hammer, in Manhattan Shank up (yeah) niggaz leak enough blood to fill a motherfuckin H-2 tank up Getcha bank up (yeah) who you rank up Get off his dick and get you a brick (woo!) We done seen every John Woo flick So act like The Killer instead of some chick (bitch) Fuck a pimp cup, get a plastic one (no doubt) Put some 'gnac in that shit and go and get it done [Swizz Beatz] How y'all doin out there? (You know what they want right) How y'all doin out there? (They want that gangsta shit from us daddy) The hood's hot! (So let that shit hit you) The hood's hot! [Verse Three: Sheek] Me and 'Kiss hot like lava (no doubt) We got sons in the game and we don't need Maury to know who the father If we don't know you, your bars ain't big enough (nah) You need a gimmick, go run around the block with Puff Get a Black Phone, rent some of Jigga's stuff I'm like T-Dub, you wanna be dubbed (no doubt) I was there when a lil' nigga re'd up You ain't Willie, you just act G'd up [Jadakiss] Yeah, uh, yo I branched out, so you can get the deez In the glass seam bags you can pull the stamps out Nigga the champ's out, we don't rock loud colors We pop loud guns nigga to stand out You know what it is kid, your man got the money in his crib Then we gon' go in your man's house Double R D-Block nigga the camp's out Can't forget about Swizz, he blowin the amps out, what? [Swizz Beatz] How y'all doin out there? How y'all doin out there? The hood's hot! The hood's hot! |
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from Jadakiss - Kiss Tha Game Goodbye (2001)
Turn the fuckin beat on!
Ha!! Yeah, we back! I had to switch back to Dom Perignon in rap baby! Cock-and-run to stay in the business Son of a bitch! Double R, look at me now motherf.. Two-thousand-and-one, "Kiss the Game Goodbye" - let's get it on! It's the J-A-D-A I got beef with the feds and the D-A I got footage of the game press replay I got bitches in the club all over me, ma take it easy And y'all scared I can tell but I'ma get Bucks like Milwaukee cause like +Sam+ I +Can-sell+ I'm that nigga y'all know that Bang you in tha yard then slide off on the early go back In the streets I flash the cannon like Kodak And I spray threes so say cheese Already told you I'm lookin for enemies Double R so of course it's better I love cornrows and Farrah Fawcett feathers It's a message in a glass bottle read the letter Money in the bank membership Visa sweaters And we ride or d-i-e together Hook: Uh uh come on put ya hands up Nah, fuck that put ya hands down Come on put ya hands up Nah, fuck that put ya hands down Y'all know I got the master flow, fast or slow You wanna know who the best is ask ya hoe The honies don't lie they love it And they cop for real trust me dogg the thugs will dub it 'Kiss hit you with consecutive hot shit Therefore nobody never gon' spit like I spit Get money just to walk through off the books So when you mention my name shit is off the hook Shirts is off, titties is out And you know if I'm there, hardest niggas in the city is out I'm in the club ice over the thermal waitin for you to try me When the lights get low I'ma burn you Start with straight shots and then pop bottles Flirt with the hood rats then pop models Gotta slay two or more, ma, is our motto And y'all might get down with the team if y'all swallow Hook (2x) (Muahh) Kiss the game goodbye, the game is mine You thought wrong change ya mind I'm the nigga that'll pop the king and scoop the queen and take over the town with a ruthless team New S-Type wagon, future green Gun heavy pants saggin I'm used to cream Who you know can make a million dollar bail on cash Never did a day and got the jails on smash, K-I double I move the pedico quick, and just let the manteca bubble 'Kiss been a boss, y'all just start workin Now put ya hands up 'til ya arms start hurtin Don't put 'em down 'til I tell you Whoever wanna be hard headed then find out what the shells do Now you can put 'em down if you want But soon as the hook come back put 'em up Hook (2x) |
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from Jadakiss - The Last Kiss (Explicit Version) (2009)
Ciphers in front of The Apollo as a shorty
Now I got a clip full of hollows in the .40 Louis, Guccis, every now and then Mauris I take too long to come back, send for me Know how to work it, big things pop on the underground circuit Maintain 'til it surface The nerve of these peasants Treat a rap budget like a bird how I stretch it Think they get the message Waters, Dutchies, lot of herb in a session So-called tough guys, herbs with aggression Put your thoughts all over the curb with the Wesson What used to be superb now is depressing Negative energy Generated from the snakes and the centipedes You will remember me I just get the storm started Cold-blooded, warm-hearted Either way you on target Move to the side, let the lane merge The gun's like fried rice, who want they brain stirred? Enter the limelight, lemon drop-top off of crime life Always see the crew in the hindsight Yeah! American sedan, the shooters got Berettas in their hand This is Mafia, veterans'll plan Word to the tape on the brick, this is raw I'm in the 4x4, 8 plus 8 in the clip The hustling Harry Potter, shaking the brick Ice in the bracelet give the Matrix a glitch And my car's like a spaceship Got gold in my Nike checks Jordans got ice in the laces Pants got a gun where the waist is It's basic, shirt smell like herb smoke Chirp, yo, Chirp back Let me know who getting murked, though Yeah, we getting money, nigga Who getting work, though And I got the Kush, nigga I got the Purple, move squares 'Cause we got a hold on the circle Kill you or hurt you, whatever's a virtue Beat you like ya parents when you breaking your curfew (Chorus) Homie, live life to the death We gonna make it to the top, just one more step Get this money, it don't matter if it's cash or check We gonna make it to the top, just one more step Big houses, cars and jewels that's wet We gonna make it to the top, just one more step To the family, friends, whole life is set We gonna make it to the top, just one more step, one more step Yo, living my life, what's left of it Don't try to go to jail but if you do make the best of it If you crash into a bullet then it ain't no estimate It's a money-back guarantee, my nigga Death's a definite This is audio crack, guess who's cheffing it Jadakiss and SP, do this effortless Gun play make you do whatever son say If the Lord send you a flight, the ticket is one-way Put that work in when you young, you get power The money don't match the running it get sour Still rep the hood to the death A promise is only good if it's kept Niggas'll kill you for less Silence is golden, go 'head, keep dozing The window of opportunity keeps closing We gon' see if you really a clutch baller A cell is small, but a casket is much smaller Burn out 30 a set shit, 60 a Key shit That's street shit, Jada & P shit Lambos, hoopties, shooters and groupies Montclair, D-Squared, Emilio Pucci Long trips, short trips, making me nauseous Court shit, gave them Jews money for Porsches Made a couple mil for the small shit We rap and keep raw, so we on some street lore-Forbes shit Wall still spin, upgraded the floor flip Ain't touch it, ain't see it, ain't hear about it If it's money gone, believe we gon' care about Send some niggas to your crib, take the air up out it Leave some blood up in it Listen, fam, the Lam's the color of toast The seats is like butter in it No hammers in the club, box cutter in it Long money and big checks Get popped in the chest, face, wig, neck Tre Pound, Sig, Tec Play the game, get a plane is ya ship wreck Learn from the best if you aint learn shit yet Yeah! Muthafucka (Chorus) Homie, live life to the death We gonna make it to the top, just one more step Get this money, it don't matter if it's cash or check We gonna make it to the top, just one more step Big houses, cars and jewels that's wet We gonna make it to the top, just one more step To the family, friends, whole life is set We gonna make it to the top, just one more step, one more step |
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from Jadakiss - The Last Kiss (2009)
Ciphers in front of The Apollo as a shorty
Now I got a clip full of hollows in the .40 Louis, Guccis, every now and then Mauris I take too long to come back, send for me Know how to work it, big things pop on the underground circuit Maintain 'til it surface The nerve of these peasants Treat a rap budget like a bird how I stretch it Think they get the message Waters, Dutchies, lot of herb in a session So-called tough guys, herbs with aggression Put your thoughts all over the curb with the Wesson What used to be superb now is depressing Negative energy Generated from the snakes and the centipedes You will remember me I just get the storm started Cold-blooded, warm-hearted Either way you on target Move to the side, let the lane merge The gun's like fried rice, who want they brain stirred? Enter the limelight, lemon drop-top off of crime life Always see the crew in the hindsight Yeah! American sedan, the shooters got Berettas in their hand This is Mafia, veterans'll plan Word to the tape on the brick, this is raw I'm in the 4x4, 8 plus 8 in the clip The hustling Harry Potter, shaking the brick Ice in the bracelet give the Matrix a glitch And my car's like a spaceship Got gold in my Nike checks Jordans got ice in the laces Pants got a gun where the waist is It's basic, shirt smell like herb smoke Chirp, yo, Chirp back Let me know who getting murked, though Yeah, we getting money, nigga Who getting work, though And I got the Kush, nigga I got the Purple, move squares 'Cause we got a hold on the circle Kill you or hurt you, whatever's a virtue Beat you like ya parents when you breaking your curfew (Chorus) Homie, live life to the death We gonna make it to the top, just one more step Get this money, it don't matter if it's cash or check We gonna make it to the top, just one more step Big houses, cars and jewels that's wet We gonna make it to the top, just one more step To the family, friends, whole life is set We gonna make it to the top, just one more step, one more step Yo, living my life, what's left of it Don't try to go to jail but if you do make the best of it If you crash into a bullet then it ain't no estimate It's a money-back guarantee, my nigga Death's a definite This is audio crack, guess who's cheffing it Jadakiss and SP, do this effortless Gun play make you do whatever son say If the Lord send you a flight, the ticket is one-way Put that work in when you young, you get power The money don't match the running it get sour Still rep the hood to the death A promise is only good if it's kept Niggas'll kill you for less Silence is golden, go 'head, keep dozing The window of opportunity keeps closing We gon' see if you really a clutch baller A cell is small, but a casket is much smaller Burn out 30 a set shit, 60 a Key shit That's street shit, Jada & P shit Lambos, hoopties, shooters and groupies Montclair, D-Squared, Emilio Pucci Long trips, short trips, making me nauseous Court shit, gave them Jews money for Porsches Made a couple mil for the small shit We rap and keep raw, so we on some street lore-Forbes shit Wall still spin, upgraded the floor flip Ain't touch it, ain't see it, ain't hear about it If it's money gone, believe we gon' care about Send some niggas to your crib, take the air up out it Leave some blood up in it Listen, fam, the Lam's the color of toast The seats is like butter in it No hammers in the club, box cutter in it Long money and big checks Get popped in the chest, face, wig, neck Tre Pound, Sig, Tec Play the game, get a plane is ya ship wreck Learn from the best if you aint learn shit yet Yeah! Muthafucka (Chorus) Homie, live life to the death We gonna make it to the top, just one more step Get this money, it don't matter if it's cash or check We gonna make it to the top, just one more step Big houses, cars and jewels that's wet We gonna make it to the top, just one more step To the family, friends, whole life is set We gonna make it to the top, just one more step, one more step |
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from Jadakiss - Kiss Tha Game Goodbye (2001)
(feat. Swizz Beatz)
(Jadakiss) Aiyyo Swizz check it out I'm shoot over to Cali, yknahmsayin? Check this movie out Then I'ma check honey out Then I'ma fly back to N.Y., see what's goin on in the projects Then I'ma shoot down to Atlanta See how it's goin down in the Dirty Dirty Then I'ma shoot over to New Orleans, Detroit, Chicago, Seattle, Miami.. (Chorus: Swizz Beatz) I'm on my way to Cali to see my bitch (say what?) I'm on my way to New York to see my bitch (that's right) Down in Atlanta done seen my bitch - now I don't know, what you've been told But I'm on my way to Philly to see my bitch (say what?) I'm on my way to Texas to see my bitch (that's right) Down in Miami done seen my bitch - now I don't know, what you've been told (Jadakiss) But I'm on my way to Cali to see my bitch and do a movie but first I gotta read my script After that I get it poppin at the La Mentage I'm gettin skull in the Ferrari, bottom garage Then it's back to N.Y. to my project bitch She like to do it anywhere, a real hardhead bitch And she enjoy riffin when I'm gone but love when I say I'll be there in a minute, listen for the horn (beep beep beep) I'm down in Atlanta to see my bitch She go to college, she model, and she got chips Rock La Perla lingerie Tattoo on her ass that say that this belong's to Ja' Now I don't know, what you've been told But 'Kiss be blowin they mind and spendin they dough And I'm goin on a lil' trip, I'll be back Anybody lookin for me, just tell 'em that I'm (Chorus) (Jadakiss) I'm on my way to New Orleans, for one whole month to see my shorty in Magnolia, she got gold fronts We don't kiss; matter fact I only hit that once but she chill and she like to smoke big fat blunts Then I'm swingin through Detroit to see my boo You think you got every color mink? She got two And she just slapped a hundred on the toy Honey was a gangstress for real, gettin money off the board Then I'm hittin Chi-Town, soon as it die down Lay up in my chick's house, break a couple pies down Nobody can do this but 'Kiss, freeze.. .. music please (ahhh-hahhh!) Ahh, where was I? Oh yes Off to the Valley so I gotta go West My chick got the gold Benz and the gray Lex I hit her with a shirt on cause she got fake breasts, c'mon (Chorus) (Jadakiss) That I'm on my way to Philly to see my bitch (yesss) She talkin shit on the celly like she that bitch (yesss) And this how you know it's definitely real When you drop the CL-6, then you knock Stephanie Mills When I get there, she gon' show me more than some brotherly love Top piece 'til I cum in her mug I'm tryin to leave and she givin me hell Told her bend over; I'ma crack that ass like the Liberty Bell (BONG!) Now I'm on my way to Texas to see my bitch I oughta be there by breakfast if I leave by six And ain't nuttin stoppin Ja' I'ma get the puss, catch the Rockets game, then be on my way Now I'm down in Miami to see my bitch She got her own beauty salon, and she strip I'm proud of the girl, backside's out of this world The bitch perform; besides that, her lips was warm, c'mon (Chorus - 2X) (ad libs to fade) |
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from The LOX - Money, Power & Respect (1998)
* Another small town cat with a million dollar fetish
Learned my first lesson in jail from a peasant Always seem pleasant Happy to be present Said he past due, shouldn't have been in the essence Streets is like your girl, treat it like your wife You can flirt around with drugs, but don't hit the pipe You can mess around with guns but death ain't right Hold your breath, next step, cause life ain't right If you with the wrong cats then your cyph ain't tight Stylez hit the darkside, show them the light Life ended to the ice that freezes m.c.'s Friend of the flame, burn 'em in one game Tell oxygen he ain't hoppin in He a little time nigga, I ain't thinking of stoppin him Catch up first, you stretch up worse than them Been experts and done less work than them With no album, we net worth more than them These cats didn't think that the Lox could do it Got a hundred different styles that will guide you through it I'm the ghost of this shit, I provide you fluid Never crack sidewalks or ride the sewers You got some fly shit, but my shit Is like the whole city fallin out the sky bitch Loud tracks I'm the quiet loud ass Quick to set it off on your fucking foul ass Make six digits eight and cop a palace Make every rapper sick and call me malace Y'all niggas never know what the Stylez have Some shit in the stash that would crack a cow's back In a hundred pieces in they ass, and how's that? Never answer back, I'm the cancer on the track Just think, I could blink, and make the Pink Panther black * Repeat Who's not to be fucked with? That's me Who's to be fucked with? That's them Why don't you watch my back while I go ask them? And if they want beef later on I splash them And if they want to flow, right now I thrash them Should I give it to them new style or old fashion Do I have to break down the walls Stay off the floor I'm the general dog, I start the war Make every m.c. never spit again When I leave 'em empty No guts, no chest, no brain, no game Stylez go broke, I'm a rob the folk train I feel no pain Steal cocain Fuck black thugs that run through whole gangs Anytime that I want it nigga, better listen Blunt is the magic wand, I'm the magician Stylez is the virus, ain't no physician With an anecdote that can stop my colission Before you start asking, I'm a start splashing When I come through, it's like ten planes crashing Twenty ships, full of thugs, all of them is bastards Mashed up, looking through binocs, about to crash in What's the next issue? Sheek did official Called Spielberg, cops get tissue So you can rock in the sky when feds come and get you Next question is where nasa at? We need a hundred g's, can fly, when traffic bad When we down on the craps We plasmic gats Tellin you now you can't fuck with dinero Got a lot of space when it seem real narrow Sagitarrius style, spittin out arrows Hundred at a time, killin a hundred heroes * Repeat(x2) |
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from Jadakiss - Kiss Tha Game Goodbye (2001)
(STYLES)
IT'S SORTA LIKE THE HOLY TRINITY... I'MA SAY... I SAY IT'S LIKE THREE DIFFERENT GUNS YOU FUCKIN FAGGOTS GET SHOT THREE THREE DIFFERENT WAYS MATTER FACT,MAKE THAT SIX DIFFERENT WAYS GUN IN EACH HAND BITCH NONE OF Y'ALL BETTA (PRIMO SCRATCH TWICE)--JADAKISS--AIN'T NONE OF Y'ALL BETTA IF IT IS NAME IT WE'LL SQUASH YOU,ASAP,FEEL IT STYLES: ALL I KNOW NIGGAZ GIVE ME ALL MY DOUGH LIKE BOSTONS GEORGE HUMMIN THROUGH IT ALL MY BLOW RIGHT NOW I'M TRYNNA CHARTER A CHECK JADAKISS: THE |
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from Bone Crusher - Never Scared (2003)
"Never Scared"
(feat. Killer Mike, T.I.) (Bone Crusher talking) Yea! This nigga think we hoez or somethin' my nigga... Sheeeit, man what the... lemme talk to the ma'fucca How hard we really ma'fuccin is in this biaaaatch... nah'm sayin? Fuck nigga... sheit man, ole punk ass kids, we out the club nigga... Dat sheeit don't mean nuttin nigga! I'm gon fuck this nigga up, my nigga! Sheeeeit, lemme show this ma'fucca how hard this shit really is!!! (Chorus) So I'm outside of da club and you think I'm a punk So I go to my loaded tech 9 thats up in da trunk I told that muthafucka I ain't never scared (eastside!) I ain't never scared (westside!) I ain't never scared (southside!) I ain't never scared (northside!) I ain't never scared (southside!) I ain't never scared (eastside!) I ain't never scared (westside!) (Verse 1: Bone Crusher) Let a choppa go PLOOOOOOWWW! to yo melon Now the plasma is oozin outta yo cerebellum AttenSHUNNNNN! Fuck nigga, now you swellin You ain't talkin hardcore, now is ya? Lil' bitch! Got'em runnin scared of a... BIGGA NIGGA! Cuz I put the heat to his ummm... HILFIGER! Now on dat drank and on some of dat dank Pistols gettin bursted now I need somethin to drank (REPEAT CHORUS) (Verse 2: Killer Mike) I got a hot 4 fever, call it bitch Benita Knock the apple off any bum or the hollow heat seaker Ran 'cross bitch niggaz, fuck the pint, she take blood by the liter I'll never leave her, my viscous vixen On liquor, send dat ass to God quicker No matter yo religion, you Muslim, Hebrew or Christian She indiscriminate with punishment, she send'em missin My gun's my favorite bitch and And she got permanent PMS so she stay bitchin! (REPEAT CHORUS w/ ad libs by T.I.) (Verse 3: T.I.) Noooooo, I ain't bad, just don't kiss no ass or take shit And I'm a grown man, find you somebody to play wit If you'on like me when you see me, betta not say shit I'll choke yo ass out like Dre did that bitch You betta tell these pussies they ain't fuckin wit no rookie I'm a Bankhead nigga, I'll take yo cookiez! So don't make it a me or you situation I'll have yo partner down and I'll see you visitation Like, hope for the best, but I'on think he gon make it Not the way he was shiverin and shakin on the pavement I'll tell you wha, if you make it, call'em grace cuz he amazin Find out these verses wasn't the only thang blazin and Just when you thought that I was done I was savin the Best for last, nigga kiss my ass Like ?? they my folkz, itz best you just let'em be Cuz I do the shit precincts and them FED's just ain't never see nigga! (REPEAT CHORUS) (Bone Crusher yelling) YEA NIGGA! Just break'em off muthafucka! We the real niggaz! All you hatin' muthafuckaz, underachieverz... Step back, hoe nigga! Listen closely... We ain't neva scared of none of you niggaz! T.I., Bone Crusher, Killer Mike, just break'em off niggaaaaaaaaaaa! (REPEAT CHORUS 2X) |
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from Bone Crusher - Never Scared (2003)
"Never Scared"
(feat. Killer Mike, T.I.) (Bone Crusher talking) Yea! This nigga think we hoez or somethin' my nigga... Sheeeit, man what the... lemme talk to the ma'fucca How hard we really ma'fuccin is in this biaaaatch... nah'm sayin? Fuck nigga... sheit man, ole punk ass kids, we out the club nigga... Dat sheeit don't mean nuttin nigga! I'm gon fuck this nigga up, my nigga! Sheeeeit, lemme show this ma'fucca how hard this shit really is!!! (Chorus) So I'm outside of da club and you think I'm a punk So I go to my loaded tech 9 thats up in da trunk I told that muthafucka I ain't never scared (eastside!) I ain't never scared (westside!) I ain't never scared (southside!) I ain't never scared (northside!) I ain't never scared (southside!) I ain't never scared (eastside!) I ain't never scared (westside!) (Verse 1: Bone Crusher) Let a choppa go PLOOOOOOWWW! to yo melon Now the plasma is oozin outta yo cerebellum AttenSHUNNNNN! Fuck nigga, now you swellin You ain't talkin hardcore, now is ya? Lil' bitch! Got'em runnin scared of a... BIGGA NIGGA! Cuz I put the heat to his ummm... HILFIGER! Now on dat drank and on some of dat dank Pistols gettin bursted now I need somethin to drank (REPEAT CHORUS) (Verse 2: Killer Mike) I got a hot 4 fever, call it bitch Benita Knock the apple off any bum or the hollow heat seaker Ran 'cross bitch niggaz, fuck the pint, she take blood by the liter I'll never leave her, my viscous vixen On liquor, send dat ass to God quicker No matter yo religion, you Muslim, Hebrew or Christian She indiscriminate with punishment, she send'em missin My gun's my favorite bitch and And she got permanent PMS so she stay bitchin! (REPEAT CHORUS w/ ad libs by T.I.) (Verse 3: T.I.) Noooooo, I ain't bad, just don't kiss no ass or take shit And I'm a grown man, find you somebody to play wit If you'on like me when you see me, betta not say shit I'll choke yo ass out like Dre did that bitch You betta tell these pussies they ain't fuckin wit no rookie I'm a Bankhead nigga, I'll take yo cookiez! So don't make it a me or you situation I'll have yo partner down and I'll see you visitation Like, hope for the best, but I'on think he gon make it Not the way he was shiverin and shakin on the pavement I'll tell you wha, if you make it, call'em grace cuz he amazin Find out these verses wasn't the only thang blazin and Just when you thought that I was done I was savin the Best for last, nigga kiss my ass Like ?? they my folkz, itz best you just let'em be Cuz I do the shit precincts and them FED's just ain't never see nigga! (REPEAT CHORUS) (Bone Crusher yelling) YEA NIGGA! Just break'em off muthafucka! We the real niggaz! All you hatin' muthafuckaz, underachieverz... Step back, hoe nigga! Listen closely... We ain't neva scared of none of you niggaz! T.I., Bone Crusher, Killer Mike, just break'em off niggaaaaaaaaaaa! (REPEAT CHORUS 2X) |
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from Jadakiss - Kiss Tha Game Goodbye (2001)
(feat. Carl Thomas)
C'mon I need a good girl I need a good girl I need a good girl (Verse I) Eyes all chinky She be coming through in the new Cadillac Escalade on twinkies Ma got a perfect face, brilliant ass Her hands and her feet look like a mill in cash I love when I call and she still in class Instead of down in Bloomingdales stealing bags And you know ya man Jada shoot through the hood She look so good that the chickenheads can't hate her Ever seen a dime? she a hell-a one Still make her hop out and cop me a dutch, a vanilla one Taught her how to murda the highway Put her up on mean shoes like Roberto Cavale' Even though she look real ill in the Gucci Now you might catch her in Amilio Puchi Since she a good girl that attend college I don't let her give me brain I just let her give me knowledge (Hook 2X: Carl Thomas) She's a good, good, good, good girl Such a real fine lady and a lucky girl I don't want no nasty girl I don't want no nasty girl (Verse II) I'ma show you the kiss of life sorta like Sade G-class 5, the seats go sideways Wit the see-through roof, OOF! Rims so big they leave dents in the highway My good girl ride wit me She take over the wheel everytime I pull over to piss She shake it up in the club when I'm over them hips Waking up to the turkey bacon over the grits Orange juice and the newspaper over the clips Later on she gon hook up spaghetti She ain't worried 'bout Herm S shit she got it already She said she knew about the game cause her father was heavy Then she asked could she borrow the Chevy I could zoom in the jag She going shopping need room for the bags I sped off in the joint like it's Raspy's world Cause (I don't want no nasty girl) (Hook) (Verse III) She's a good girl, I love her for that She got mad dough, I love her for that Her moms is cool, I think her lil' brother a rat Everything else is straight though other than that She dont play no games, I love her for that Or hang wit no dames, I love her for that I told her roll for dolo, leave the chicks Attitude, reflex leadership And the sex is incredible, I love her for that How she fit me in her schedule, I love her for that And she like making love by the lake for hours Or just chillin' on the block, on a crate for hours This Jadakiss, and Timbaland This is Raspy's world And I don't want no nasty girl (Hook) |
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from 2Pac - Loyal To The Game (2004)
I'm really not all that sure
bout when things is finna mature So let me find me a nigga with a grip and hit his ass quick with one of them whoops (What's the definition of a lick?) Taking a niggaz shit (Hey put that on sumthin) I put that on The Click, The Click Back to fuckin work one of the homies jus got dusted Time to do some dirt, uhh, I never trusted them bustas shot him in the shirt, dead on arrival Now the town is funky, it's called survival What y'all wanna do? They got us scuffled (Well if uhh, we can just uhh) if 'if' was a fifth we'll all be drunk I'm heated, them niggaz cheated, played me false We had a meetin, shit 'posed to been squashed I noticed one killa on the double dribble and set him up y'all She likes the Monie in the Middle, play tetherball Thick ass bitch, high yellow city-slicker Scarecrow creepin Southern bitches, aka Posie Pussyfictious guts, but shit on hisself and a funky bill Pullin out bills, frontin on material shit that's when I get to killin shit (killin shit) And settin 'im up and havin 'im catchin a couple of slugs Sl-uh sl-uh slugs, trynta fuck with savage thug Pistol pop in they ass, see niggaz be gettin this twisted It's that bitch that killed ya Took all your money peeled ya Seven niggaz bust in the room with AK's while a nigga be puttin on his jimmy All of a sudden they shoot up your Vuitton before you can hit the broccoli See money-a-made that nigga, that nigga didn't make that money Left them niggaz jacked up, and the bitch she macked him He's a busta, punk ass nigga, y'all know the streets That's why that nigga naked layin dead in between some bloody sheets It's just a part of the game he didn't feel Bitches will kill, fuck a nigga, out his last d-uh dollar bill You don't know that hoe main that bitch can't be trusted Dusted and di-motherfuckin-sgustedSome cold hearted shit Back to fuckin work, one of the homies jus got dusted Whacha'll wanna do, whacha'll wanna do Cold hearted bitches Back to fuckin work, one of the homies jus got dusted Whacha'll wanna do, I never trusted them bustas Some cold hearted shit Back to fuckin work, one of the homies jus got dusted I never trusted them bustas And it's them cold hearted nigga Back to fuckin work, one of the homies jus got dusted Dusted and disgusted [E-40] Let's let of some two or threes on the other side of t-uh-town Draw the attention on the other s-uh-side of town (other side of town) And wait for the po-po shift to change, ghetto shootin range Revenge on the r-uh-rebound, war games Droughts, ouch, lost clientele but I will prevail by sellin the broccoli dank instead of the crack cocaine try not to steal narcotics When these punk MC's and bitches be the reason why the smoke be comin up out the chop, with my nigga 'Pac [2Pac] Dear God, can you forgive me? My future's lookin sick I'm in my rag hittin switches I'm suspicious of these bitches I keep on, calllin, but ain't nobody pickin up I think she's stallin, this evil bitch is tryin ta set me up Came all alone if it's on then it's on Where's my motherfuckin chrome, only jealous niggaz roam It's a war zone (war zone) but I'm a man so with gun in hand I'm on my way to see this hoe you know the fuckin plan Can't understand, but the things ain't the same You could die over these bitches if you slippin in the game Niggaz gang bang, but bitches gang bang too Give up that good thang, and put that pistol to your brain If you a smart figure, don't have no love in your heart nigga Any complications pull the trigger, dusted and disgusted Bitches can't be trusted, you know the rules They underhanded, she planned it, you fuckin fool (These hoes out here tryin to hold a nigga's heart So a nigga get his money fucked with Almost in-laws) Hey be proud of it when you turn these bitches upside down What's gonna happen (Uhh, three and a half dollars or probably fo' if a bitch ridin) (Yeah main, them hoes talented They be fuckin with mo' MC's at Jack the Rapper) (Aight fuck it, what you say Mall? Ay, fuck them sheisty ass bootches, nigga) The California lifestyle that I live Where the bitches is crooked and niggaz jus don't give a flyin fuck, so I stay stuck, smokin on the tay-low Bay Area playa, tryin ta have shit major And a bitch won't save ya so I ain't playin Captain Save-a-Hoe I mob up in ya like a pro and then I'm gone I'm like Sylvester Stallone, everyday is like a Cliffhanger Action packed, I let the mini-mac smack that ass Them hoes jacked that ass Nigga woulda got smokin on that hash Can't have my cash, better go and take your nigga stash Cuz he's a busta, niggaz with clusters Slippin in shit, betta jack that nigga 'fore I jack his ass bitch Never was no love for the mark-ass, the lo pink (the lo pink) You love them Bootsy bitches, |
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from The LOX - Money, Power & Respect (1998)
(Lil Kim)
See I believe in money, power, and respect. First You get the money. Then you get the muthafuckin, power. After you get the fuckin' power muthafuckas will respect you. (Chorus [Lil Kim]) It's the key to life. Money, power, and respect. Whatchu' need in life. Money, power, and respect. When you eatin' right. Money, power, and respect. Help you sleep at night. You'll see the light. It's the key to life. Money, power, and respect. Whatchu' need in life. Money, power, and respect. When you eatin' right. Money, power, and respect. Money, power, and respect. Money, power, and respect. (Sheek Louchion) Ayo my whole clique bout it, bout it. We take yours while you pout about it. Truck, step out the whore's wanna' crowd around it. You could see me on optimum TV. Go in your bathroom turn the light out. Scream! Bloody Mary, 1, 2, 3. Sheek ain't your usual friend. About to setchu' up like Kaiser and walk straight at the end. I'm done wit' ice and charms. I'm tryin' my whole casket when I'm gone. Pull up wit' class on the don'. Once I meet em' I greet em'. Kiss his feet for freedom. Tell em' thank you lord. Cuz on Earth I was gettin' bored. Now resurrect me back to this cat called Sheek. So I can make this album. And get back the cats that's weak. Two thirty, six two. Me bust for you that's like a cat vs. a pitbull. Gun, know clip full, keep hunger. And plan for the future, cuz you figure you gon' be older way longer than you gon' be younger. (Chorus [Lil Kim]) It's the key to life. Money, power, and respect. Whatchu' need in life. Money, power, and respect. When you eatin' right. Money, power, and respect. Help you sleep at night. You'll see the light. It's the key to life. Money, power, and respect. Whatchu' need in life. Money, power, and respect. When you eatin' right. Money, power, and respect. Money, power, and respect. Money, power, and respect. It's the key to life. (Styles) Only time could tell how the clock ticks. I'm really loved here but I'm still a hostage. Two personalities check the posture. Smoke out the mouth clear out the nostrils. You think of death but the life seem scary. I'm past the graveyard seein' people Hail Mary I ain't chillin til' I'm out parachutin'. Race my man in mountain climbin' for about ten diamonds. Twenty five thousand a piece. Fuck streets! Tryin' to own the island. Forget about wilin'. Try ridin' in the car that be glidin'. If I showed you where I lived you would think I was hidin'. Sling dick to chicks that don't speak English. Wake up in Trinidad, like fuckin' em rich. Come back. Private jet live on set. If you could shit gold like you split the decks. (Chorus [Lil Kim]) It's the key to life. Money, power, and respect. Whatchu' need in life. Money, power, and respect. When you eatin' right. Money, power, and respect. Help you sleep at night. You'll see the light. It's the key to life. Money, power, and respect. Whatchu' need in life. Money, power, and respect. When you eatin' right. Money, power, and respect. Money, power, and respect. Money, power, and respect. (Jada Kiss) Yo nutin' but the hotness. Whenever we drop this. Monotonous for ya'll to keep hatin', cuz ya'll never gon' stop us. I keep my rocks spotless, and my hoes topless. Take time try to figure out who da Lox is. Fear no one. Kick rhymes like Shoguns. You scared to blow one. Get robbed wit' your own gun. If I don't respect you I'm ah check you. And if I don't kiss you I'm a peck you, right before I wet' chu. I sneeze on tracks an' bless you. I'm special. And if you like workin' out, then I'm gon' stretch you. Husslin' is dead but we still get red. Turn the spots in the bakeries to get back bread. And ya'll said my monies spent. But it's in the Bent'. So when the feds come the dogs can't get a scent. For my story, self-explanatory that I'm the hottest thing on the street. An' yall ain't got nutin' for me (Chorus [Lil Kim]) It's the key to life. Money, power, and respect. Whatchu' need in life. Money, power, and respect. When you eatin' right. Money, power, and respect. Help you sleep at night. You'll see the light. It's the key to life. Money, power, and respect. Whatchu' need in life. Money, power, and respect. When you eatin' right. Money, power, and respect. Money, power, and respect. Money, power, and respect. (DMX) Arf, arf. This is a beat that I can freak to just drop the reals. Plus a nigga wit' the ill. Ya'll niggas know my skills. Ass from the grills get em' up, split em' up, wet em' up. And watch em' come get em' up, Set em' up. When you do dirt, you get dirt. Bitch, I'll make your shit hurt. Step back like I did worse. This ain't no fucking game. You think I'm playin, till you layin. To where? The junkyard decayin'. Mom's at home prayin' that chu comin' home. But chu not, cuz you sittin up in the trunk startin to rot. And hell is hot, I know because I'm here now Baby. It's goin' down baby. Git the full pound baby. And let off up in a nigga, especially if he think he bigga' than my muthafuckin' trigga'. Did I? Can I get my? Is it gone? DMX represent for one time. It's on. (Chorus [Lil Kim]) It's the key to life. Money, power, and respect. Whatchu' need in life. Money, power, and respect. When you eatin' right. Money, power, and respect. Help you sleep at night. You'll see the light. It's the key to life. Money, power, and respect. Whatchu' need in life. Money, power, and respect. When you eatin' right. Money, power, and respect. Money, power, and respect. Money, power, and respect. |
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