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from Slum Village - "Trinity(Past,Present...)Edited" (2002)
(Busta Rhymes)
Yeah, Yeah, Yeah Yeah, Yeah, Yeah Yeah, Yeah, Yeah Yeah, Yeah, Yeah Busta Rhymes, Slum Village Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Flipmode Squad Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Check it out y'all We gone' bounce around like this Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah...yeah Yo First class Full blast Smash Everything, women wiggle that ass All my niggas analyse the color contrast Live parallel, bound, shake control that ass Hocus...Pocus...Focus Smoke this watch Busta Rhymes the dopest Hit y'all niggas with the bomb diagnosis Slum Village hot shit and you know this Now at dates we talk funny and floss money Chippie shot that whip down when the day's sunny Busta Rhymes and Slum Village will make a Pilgrimage Run Detroit all the way back to the Brooklyn Bridge Black bats and as the crime rhyme spray in my max Spendin my wax I'm Feelin' one time Blow your mind, shine, blind all y'all at the same time Regulate chickens I always come and take mine Hook 1 (x2) {Do It} What It's All About {Stop} What it's all about (Jay-Dee) It's on now We Worldwide Yo crew what up Yo I'm every MC by the name of Jay-Dee {Do it} Yeah that's the way it is nigga get your money {Do It} Detroit the Metropolis Supply why try ain't no stoppin' this shit SV stay on top of this If your not bloppin' this niggas poppin the {bleep} It's all real You know I ain't no approxamist Stay in the mix like apopadoppolis Get it Who you die for Get it The proper shit SV, Flipmode your not stoppin' this Hook 2 Busta Rhymes: To My Nigga Jay-Dee {What it all about} Stop {What it's all about} Do it {What it's all about} Stop {What it's all about} Do it {What it's all about} (T3) Yo Live on wax With the extra raps See the S been doin' this shit since way back Say that, when it comes to rap We got a nack for that And for that we brag And so we rap For this lucretive stack Grippin the phat Caddilic With the diamond back If you was to ask me where it's at Said it's all about the cheese and these SV cats On a real Real Detroit rap Player haters get the actual finesse it lacks Either words you speak can get you caught in a trap Don't write your own raps let somebody else do that That's word up Hook 1 (x2) (Baatin) We smack niggas Cause niggas don't give a f**k Frank nearly got em pity on these niggas for what My nigga Dane working up the game he from Earth Show these niggas how you get your money's worth I'm movin' in position with my mutual fund I take it out in seconds and you don't know I as done I'm every MC plus 3 plus 1 All around the world gave these suckers the runs Call me Bizmal with the Pepto shit I guess that you can see that we're the ultimate Flipmode Squad and the Slum's the shit Come on everybody let me see you get down Come on everybody go to town Hook 1 (x2) (Busta Rhymes: Outro) ...Makin' you bounce My niggas Slum Village makin' you bounce Busta Rhymes y'all makin' you bounce It's Flipmode squad baby makin' you bounce Niggas in the world, makin you bounce All my Bitches in the world you know we're makin' you bounce Yo,yo Yo we makin' you bounce Just shake your little ass girl makin you bounce Hook 1 (To Fade) |
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from Slum Village - Fantastic Vol. 2 (2000)
[Busta Rhymes]
Yeah, Yeah, Yeah Yeah, Yeah, Yeah Yeah, Yeah, Yeah Yeah, Yeah, Yeah Busta Rhymes, Slum Village Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Flipmode Squad Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Check it out y'all We gone' bounce around like this Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah...yeah Yo First class Full blast Smash Everything, women wiggle that ass All my niggas analyse the color contrast Live parallel, bound, shake control that ass Hocus...Pocus...Focus Smoke this watch Busta Rhymes the dopest Hit y'all niggas with the bomb diagnosis Slum Village hot shit and you know this Now at dates we talk funny and floss money Chippie shot that whip down when the day's sunny Busta Rhymes and Slum Village will make a Pilgrimage Run Detroit all the way back to the Brooklyn Bridge Black bats and as the crime rhyme spray in my max Spendin my wax I'm Feelin' one time Blow your mind, shine, blind all y'all at the same time Regulate chickens I always come and take mine Hook 1 (x2) {Do It} What It's All About {Stop} What it's all about [Jay-Dee] It's on now We Worldwide Yo crew what up Yo I'm every MC by the name of Jay-Dee {Do it} Yeah that's the way it is nigga get your money {Do It} Detroit the Metropolis Supply why try ain't no stoppin' this shit SV stay on top of this If your not bloppin' this niggas poppin the {bleep} It's all real You know I ain't no approxamist Stay in the mix like apopadoppolis Get it Who you die for Get it The proper shit SV, Flipmode your not stoppin' this Hook 2 Busta Rhymes: To My Nigga Jay-Dee {What it all about} Stop {What it's all about} Do it {What it's all about} Stop {What it's all about} Do it {What it's all about} [T3] Yo Live on wax With the extra raps See the S been doin' this shit since way back Say that, when it comes to rap We got a nack for that And for that we brag And so we rap For this lucretive stack Grippin the phat Caddilic With the diamond back If you was to ask me where it's at Said it's all about the cheese and these SV cats On a real Real Detroit rap Player haters get the actual finesse it lacks Either words you speak can get you caught in a trap Don't write your own raps let somebody else do that That's word up Hook 1 (x2) [Baatin] We smack niggas Cause niggas don't give a fuck Frank nearly got em pity on these niggas for what My nigga Dane working up the game he from Earth Show these niggas how you get your money's worth I'm movin' in position with my mutual fund I take it out in seconds and you don't know I as done I'm every MC plus 3 plus 1 All around the world gave these suckers the runs Call me Bizmal with the Pepto shit I guess that you can see that we're the ultimate Flipmode Squad and the Slum's the shit Come on everybody let me see you get down Come on everybody go to town Hook 1 (x2) [Busta Rhymes: Outro] ...Makin' you bounce My niggas Slum Village makin' you bounce Busta Rhymes y'all makin' you bounce It's Flipmode squad baby makin' you bounce Niggas in the world, makin you bounce All my Bitches in the world you know we're makin' you bounce Yo,yo Yo we makin' you bounce Just shake your little ass girl makin you bounce Hook 1 [To Fade] |
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from Slum Village - Fantastic Vol. 2 (2002)
(feat. Busta Rhymes)
(Busta Rhymes) Yeah, Yeah, Yeah Yeah, Yeah, Yeah Yeah, Yeah, Yeah Yeah, Yeah, Yeah Busta Rhymes, Slum Village Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Flipmode Squad Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Check it out y'all We gone' bounce around like this Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah...yeah Yo First class Full blast Smash Everything, women wiggle that ass All my niggas analyse the color contrast Live parallel, bound, shake control that ass Hocus...Pocus...Focus Smoke this watch Busta Rhymes the dopest Hit y'all niggas with the bomb diagnosis Slum Village hot shit and you know this Now at dates we talk funny and floss money Chippie shot that whip down when the day's sunny Busta Rhymes and Slum Village will make a Pilgrimage Run Detroit all the way back to the Brooklyn Bridge Black bats and as the crime rhyme spray in my max Spendin my wax I'm Feelin' one time Blow your mind, shine, blind all y'all at the same time Regulate chickens I always come and take mine Hook 1 (x2) {Do It} What It's All About {Stop} What it's all about (Jay-Dee) It's on now We Worldwide Yo crew what up Yo I'm every MC by the name of Jay-Dee {Do it} Yeah that's the way it is nigga get your money {Do It} Detroit the Metropolis Supply why try ain't no stoppin' this shit SV stay on top of this If your not bloppin' this niggas poppin the {bleep} It's all real You know I ain't no approxamist Stay in the mix like apopadoppolis Get it Who you die for Get it The proper shit SV, Flipmode your not stoppin' this Hook 2 Busta Rhymes: To My Nigga Jay-Dee {What it all about} Stop {What it's all about} Do it {What it's all about} Stop {What it's all about} Do it {What it's all about} (T3) Yo Live on wax With the extra raps See the S been doin' this shit since way back Say that, when it comes to rap We got a nack for that And for that we brag And so we rap For this lucretive stack Grippin the phat Caddilic With the diamond back If you was to ask me where it's at Said it's all about the cheese and these SV cats On a real Real Detroit rap Player haters get the actual finesse it lacks Either words you speak can get you caught in a trap Don't write your own raps let somebody else do that That's word up Hook 1 (x2) (Baatin) We smack niggas Cause niggas don't give a fuck Frank nearly got em pity on these niggas for what My nigga Dane working up the game he from Earth Show these niggas how you get your money's worth I'm movin' in position with my mutual fund I take it out in seconds and you don't know I as done I'm every MC plus 3 plus 1 All around the world gave these suckers the runs Call me Bizmal with the Pepto shit I guess that you can see that we're the ultimate Flipmode Squad and the Slum's the shit Come on everybody let me see you get down Come on everybody go to town Hook 1 (x2) (Busta Rhymes: Outro) ...Makin' you bounce My niggas Slum Village makin' you bounce Busta Rhymes y'all makin' you bounce It's Flipmode squad baby makin' you bounce Niggas in the world, makin you bounce All my Bitches in the world you know we're makin' you bounce Yo,yo Yo we makin' you bounce Just shake your little ass girl makin you bounce Hook 1 (To Fade) |
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from Slum Village - Trinity (2002)
(Elzhi)
Mona Lisa, how long have I waited for this day For us to take a ride in my cranberry lay You got the scented Claiborne, the look of Mary K. And a rock on your finger like you took a married name We stop at your favorite spot to get your Mary Jane You been smokin' for years, funny things never change Your all that I need, in and not in every way Yes, you could say I felt Method Man and Mary J. (Hook)(2X) "What is this" (just chill it) "Who are you" (come feel it) "Is this su-" (-perficial, love is certain) (T3) I got a pocket full of fitties Drunk pissy, doing deuce-sixties, my niggaz comin' wit me I go by the name of tre' thirty, sick birdie I can't sleep at night dog I'm dirty I take my mans ta the spot, when it's hot We things, in the car we gangsta we think we not We doing things we can't deny but y'all supposed to try The same niggaz that be asking us why But girl I'm trying to get you, I love to get you I wanna sit wit you and be laughin' wit you I ain't the type of people that be holding out Now step up in this whip and let's be rolling out (Hook)(2x) (Baatin) When I come correct, you know it ain't just my words I penatrate ya nerve and sex up ya curve And, I know it sounds superficial, but I'm so hardcore Hard like a rock in a creek, and If ecstasy is what you seek Welcome to my world where the climax is all night and all day We doing it 'til the sun lay (come into my zone where the bliss is deep) (Hook until fade) |
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from Slum Village - "Trinity(Past,Present...)Edited" (2002)
(Elzhi)
Mona Lisa, how long have I waited for this day For us to take a ride in my cranberry lay You got the scented Claiborne, the look of Mary K. And a rock on your finger like you took a married name We stop at your favorite spot to get your Mary Jane You been smokin' for years, funny things never change Your all that I need, in and not in every way Yes, you could say I felt Method Man and Mary J. (Hook)(2X) "What is this" (just chill it) "Who are you" (come feel it) "Is this su-" (-perficial, love is certain) (T3) I got a pocket full of fitties Drunk pissy, doing deuce-sixties, my niggaz comin' wit me I go by the name of tre' thirty, sick birdie I can't sleep at night dog I'm dirty I take my mans ta the spot, when it's hot We things, in the car we gangsta we think we not We doing things we can't deny but y'all supposed to try The same niggaz that be asking us why But girl I'm trying to get you, I love to get you I wanna sit wit you and be laughin' wit you I ain't the type of people that be holding out Now step up in this whip and let's be rolling out (Hook)(2x) (Baatin) When I come correct, you know it ain't just my words I penatrate ya nerve and sex up ya curve And, I know it sounds superficial, but I'm so hardcore Hard like a rock in a creek, and If ecstasy is what you seek Welcome to my world where the climax is all night and all day We doing it 'til the sun lay (come into my zone where the bliss is deep) (Hook until fade) |
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from Slum Village - Fantastic Vol. 2 (2000)
(Jay-Dee)
Yo, Hold it to me your fucking cash's about to slee. I'm a show you all how to emcee, see i can rock a floor if i rock with high beams, i rock with melody, on of the soildgers of the team. See yall niggas is dope fiends hopeing for a dream, i intervien like a case of gangreen. Gain the green then exit the scene, with a fine chick who could fill up a pair of jenes. See i'm doing this shit, doing this shit, for magnet, and niggas at Coney Gardens who try and do shit. Seen life aint a game it remains intense, Lock, hold to a nigga like a dog tracin a scent. See ya gotta get your money, you gots to pay rent, feelin it, ya'll ass is read! (Batian) uh, one of the musical priest we form the lyrical voltron, hippocrates get steped upon, in the combat, don't you come back until you waxed your song. Your served at your war phat. Your up against the lord of the first high priest, Melchizedk, don't shoot till you see this, just sit back breeeeeath, i got more where this comes from-from. Jay-Dee, thee origional drum master, you will never hit the best. Fast or solw? It dosen't matter though T-3 times emcees callin the lap. Ba-tian is the one whose in the tree of life, hold tight, don't ever give up in the fight grace can only come into the sight. Soul power it ingites like the sun SV dominates the industry for fun. (Fun [fun] Fun [fun] Fun [fun] Fun) (T-3) yea, yea to the beat yea, yea ya know it can't-can't stop it can't-cant't quit Stance answers put up your hands and fist, for the band, and if ya can't stand one of my man's dance sleeping on some sandman shit,(c'mon) Like damn man! wake up, as we bring the action. Don't be standing like a grand-slam hit,(c'mon) for the whole fam flippin on the hand-stand tip(c'mon) We get the dough weight up, straight up, the wham-bamm hits, before we go-go, we gettin on some damn-wham shit, a-gainst, as for second hand brand kicks. Rippin from the Beatdown to San Fran-sis to Japan land, it's the br-and new, we keep movin like the trans am do-do dont stop we can't can't quit, we can't-can't |
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(Jay-Dee)
Yo, Hold it to me your f**king cash's about to slee. I'm a show you all how to emcee, see i can rock a floor if i rock with high beams, i rock with melody, on of the soildgers of the team. See yall niggas is dope fiends hopeing for a dream, i intervien like a case of gangreen. Gain the green then exit the scene, with a fine chick who could fill up a pair of jenes. See i'm doing this shit, doing this shit, for magnet, and niggas at Coney Gardens who try and do shit. Seen life aint a game it remains intense, Lock, hold to a nigga like a dog tracin a scent. See ya gotta get your money, you gots to pay rent, feelin it, ya'll ass is read! (Batian) uh, one of the musical priest we form the lyrical voltron, hippocrates get steped upon, in the combat, don't you come back until you waxed your song. Your served at your war phat. Your up against the lord of the first high priest, Melchizedk, don't shoot till you see this, just sit back breeeeeath, i got more where this comes from-from. Jay-Dee, thee origional drum master, you will never hit the best. Fast or solw? It dosen't matter though T-3 times emcees callin the lap. Ba-tian is the one whose in the tree of life, hold tight, don't ever give up in the fight grace can only come into the sight. Soul power it ingites like the sun SV dominates the industry for fun. (Fun (fun) Fun (fun) Fun (fun) Fun) (T-3) yea, yea to the beat yea, yea ya know it can't-can't stop it can't-cant't quit Stance answers put up your hands and fist, for the band, and if ya can't stand one of my man's dance sleeping on some sandman shit,(c'mon) Like damn man! wake up, as we bring the action. Don't be standing like a grand-slam hit,(c'mon) for the whole fam flippin on the hand-stand tip(c'mon) We get the dough weight up, straight up, the wham-bamm hits, before we go-go, we gettin on some damn-wham shit, a-gainst, as for second hand brand kicks. Rippin from the Beatdown to San Fran-sis to Japan land, it's the br-and new, we keep movin like the trans am do-do dont stop we can't can't quit, we can't-can't |
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from Slum Village - Detroit Deli (A Taste Of Detroit) (2004)
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I got a rhyme for those dudes who lie about me and mine Yo run it back, run it back I got a rhyme for those dudes who lie about me and mine I squeeze them nines, from behind the blinds I leave flat in ground in the pine box! I'm not a killa wit mine But I get rid of nigga that get piece of mine Well if you got the bar separate me from mine I must be dope for you to steal my style Tryin' to take my sound yo run it back, run it back I must be dope for you to steal my style Tryin' to take my sound you don't want those pieces out Better yet you better kneel in church Don't these hurr, put a hole through your detrik fur Your little style that you got is subminimal Is you ready to swing, blows wit a criminal Things we do to you Things we do and doing Things we to do you Things we doing Things we do to you Things we do and doing Things we to do you Things we doing Things we do to you Things we do and doing Things we to do you Things we doing Things we do to you Things we do and doing Things we to do you Things we doing You heard the click, pushin' scurshin' whips New sherlings kicks, two words I'm sick Run it back, I'm sick every verse I spit That I curse you rib I find the words that fit They come together like hoes on the curb for dick On an urge to trick, for them services Call me sir or if you prefer to diss get turned and twist Whoa nervousness I curse and piss, on any nigga that's lame Call me sick and insane talkin' chickens for brains Shift the stick in the range when I click and I bang! Niggas pick up your frame, till you lifted in shame They goin' down quite quick like a [Incomprehensible] flame I'm in the wickedest game Run it back, Wickedest game don't get stick for ya chain It's the Slum to the Villa, your head unda the pilla Why? We're coming kill ya Things we do to you Things we do and doing Things we to do you Things we doing Things we do to you Things we do and doing Things we to do you Things we doing Things we do to you Things we do and doing Things we to do you Things we doing Things we do to you Things we do and doing Things we to do you Things we doing Introducing the world famous, Slum Village! Are ya ready baby? Let me know if ya ready! All the way from Detroit! Yeah, yeah you look and stare I see you shook in prayer I bust at you, bang they cuffing who? What you wan do? 1 2, you wanna For sho ya do, if ya hold a crew I don't need a clip, to bust ya lip I run ya shit, wit a swift fist If you gon talk the shit I'm aiming quick You better run 'cause I don't miss |
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from Slum Village - Fantastic Vol. 2 (2000)
Tell me if you want some and you can just, come on, baby
Tell me if you want some and you can just, come on Tell me if you want some and you can just, come on Tell me if you want some and you can just, come on Tell me if you just want to get closer Ya got the numbers on ya poster And if ya want ta, I'll make it so that My sensual intensity captivates Ya gotta know ya body extractuates Juice Ectasy is what I produce Sweetie my virtues are never ever looser I'm not the average Joe Schmo ya used to This Jones and ma homes gonna hurt ya Unless ya ready for the lecture Tell me if you just want to get closer I wrote the numbers on ya poster And if ya want ta, I'll make it so that Never ever bein ..... sweat Ya'll never climax (echo) Tell me if you want some and you can just, come on, baby Tell me if you want some and you can just, come on, baby Yeah, say what you feel, feel what you say Don't hold back, just feel that way Take the time and the time it takes Baby you can justify ya aint got the time to waste Speak up, Speak up its not the time to play You know I, I want ya in a special way (special way) special way (special way) special way (special way) special way (special way) Ya know we need to make it happen like yesterday Ya know, get it up and runnin like flow joe We can kick it like they do up in the dodjo And oh, if you aint ready this can go slow But yo, if ya with it ya can let me know so Tell me if you want some and you can just (OOOOOOOH) See ya sexy girl and also quite confident You could sell goods and probably market it Yo wots up with seven inches can I pocket it? I wanna get ... ? ... s'your perogative I bet ya need a lot to gets monotomous Spittin' more games than an evangelist Girl you know ya scandelous I'm tryin to get a one on one monogamous Lets look into it like an analyist I'm thinkin bout (?) can u handle this Take you back to the room with just a little touch Touchin the zone thats erogenous But thats enough we're really tryin to chill what up? Whats up with you? Baby we can chill or what? Whats up? We can chill or what. Whats up with you? Baby we can chill or what? Tell me if you want some and you can just, come on, baby Tell me if you want some and you can just, come on, baby Tell me if you want some and you can just, come on, baby Tell me if you want some and you can just, come on, baby Come on baby (repeated until fade) |
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from Slum Village - Fantastic Vol. 2 (2002)
Tell me if you want some and you can just, come on, baby
Tell me if you want some and you can just, come on Tell me if you want some and you can just, come on Tell me if you want some and you can just, come on Tell me if you just want to get closer Ya got the numbers on ya poster And if ya want ta, I'll make it so that My sensual intensity captivates Ya gotta know ya body extractuates Juice Ectasy is what I produce Sweetie my virtues are never ever looser I'm not the average Joe Schmo ya used to This Jones and ma homes gonna hurt ya Unless ya ready for the lecture Tell me if you just want to get closer I wrote the numbers on ya poster And if ya want ta, I'll make it so that Never ever bein ..... sweat Ya'll never climax (echo) Tell me if you want some and you can just, come on, baby Tell me if you want some and you can just, come on, baby Yeah, say what you feel, feel what you say Don't hold back, just feel that way Take the time and the time it takes Baby you can justify ya aint got the time to waste Speak up, Speak up its not the time to play You know I, I want ya in a special way (special way) special way (special way) special way (special way) special way (special way) Ya know we need to make it happen like yesterday Ya know, get it up and runnin like flow joe We can kick it like they do up in the dodjo And oh, if you aint ready this can go slow But yo, if ya with it ya can let me know so Tell me if you want some and you can just (OOOOOOOH) See ya sexy girl and also quite confident You could sell goods and probably market it Yo wots up with seven inches can I pocket it? I wanna get ... ? ... s'your perogative I bet ya need a lot to gets monotomous Spittin' more games than an evangelist Girl you know ya scandelous I'm tryin to get a one on one monogamous Lets look into it like an analyist I'm thinkin bout (?) can u handle this Take you back to the room with just a little touch Touchin the zone thats erogenous But thats enough we're really tryin to chill what up? Whats up with you? Baby we can chill or what? Whats up? We can chill or what. Whats up with you? Baby we can chill or what? Tell me if you want some and you can just, come on, baby Tell me if you want some and you can just, come on, baby Tell me if you want some and you can just, come on, baby Tell me if you want some and you can just, come on, baby Come on baby (repeated until fade) |
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from Slum Village - Trinity (2002)
Real love, true love (It feels good girl)
Tainted love (It's so good girl) real love True love (It's alright baby) tainted love, real love, true love Tainted love Think of her think of me, think about us it's a intimacy I'm tryin to strum like guitars in this beat And consider ridin she'll kick the blahzay spleen Plus, you got a man but he ain't quite me The type of man that try to give you what you need And, he wanna know where you are where you be Where you going where you today where you started to be (Damn) If I was him I wouldn't even leave I would trust you what you say that you are where you been Say, he the type of nigga that's still cheap Take his girl on a date and they go to Mickey D's See, I'm the type that try to style in a jeep Try to take you out to see things and occasionally creep Yeah your man is doing things I can't really see Don't sound too good it sound tainted to me Real love (It's so real girl) true love (It's so right girl) Tainted love (It's real) real love (It's so good girl) True love (For real love) tainted love (Tainted) Real love (Yeah yeah) true love (It's so good girl) real love How many years does it take for a record to blow? I'm doin exactly how many licks it took for my hoes Spendin your cash flow cause she was so out hoe Scandal love, cause love full of scandal Too much chick for that ass she couldn't handle that Well it's the same tainted love in the music business People they lose thet brain just to get up in this Let's be a star for day, everything in life is just ok People say things they don't really wanna say Hey but it's ok cause your a star for the day People a smile at you when they really wanna frown Well a that's just the way tainted folk get down Just keep it real and, we'll see When the situation is tainted love is always free Love is always free love is always free Real love, true love, tainted love, real love True love, tainted love, real love, true love, real You say you love me but is it really real Would you, fix me green tea if I'm feelin ill Would you, give me a back rub to sooth after a long day Dinner by candlelight but your the main entree And if so I do the same with other treats to give you Trailin rose pedals from your door to beneath your pillow With a bucket of champagne on your night stand Experience with someone who want in they life span, the same Real love, real, real, everybody knows that love's real love Someone to trust in you for real Everybody need love that's real I would never want nothin tainted Wait a minute what you feel Faded if your lovin was tainted True, oh, I know true love is hard to find Just let it find you for real If you found love to keep it real Keep love from being tainted, being tainted Oooh do you, be, alright (T3: Just sit y'all, Dwele, on more time y'all come on) If you, be, alright... |
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from Slum Village - "Trinity(Past,Present...)Edited" (2002)
Real love, true love (It feels good girl)
Tainted love (It's so good girl) real love True love (It's alright baby) tainted love, real love, true love Tainted love Think of her think of me, think about us it's a intimacy I'm tryin to strum like guitars in this beat And consider ridin she'll kick the blahzay spleen Plus, you got a man but he ain't quite me The type of man that try to give you what you need And, he wanna know where you are where you be Where you going where you today where you started to be (Damn) If I was him I wouldn't even leave I would trust you what you say that you are where you been Say, he the type of nigga that's still cheap Take his girl on a date and they go to Mickey D's See, I'm the type that try to style in a jeep Try to take you out to see things and occasionally creep Yeah your man is doing things I can't really see Don't sound too good it sound tainted to me Real love (It's so real girl) true love (It's so right girl) Tainted love (It's real) real love (It's so good girl) True love (For real love) tainted love (Tainted) Real love (Yeah yeah) true love (It's so good girl) real love How many years does it take for a record to blow? I'm doin exactly how many licks it took for my hoes Spendin your cash flow cause she was so out hoe Scandal love, cause love full of scandal Too much chick for that ass she couldn't handle that Well it's the same tainted love in the music business People they lose thet brain just to get up in this Let's be a star for day, everything in life is just ok People say things they don't really wanna say Hey but it's ok cause your a star for the day People a smile at you when they really wanna frown Well a that's just the way tainted folk get down Just keep it real and, we'll see When the situation is tainted love is always free Love is always free love is always free Real love, true love, tainted love, real love True love, tainted love, real love, true love, real You say you love me but is it really real Would you, fix me green tea if I'm feelin ill Would you, give me a back rub to sooth after a long day Dinner by candlelight but your the main entree And if so I do the same with other treats to give you Trailin rose pedals from your door to beneath your pillow With a bucket of champagne on your night stand Experience with someone who want in they life span, the same Real love, real, real, everybody knows that love's real love Someone to trust in you for real Everybody need love that's real I would never want nothin tainted Wait a minute what you feel Faded if your lovin was tainted True, oh, I know true love is hard to find Just let it find you for real If you found love to keep it real Keep love from being tainted, being tainted Oooh do you, be, alright (T3: Just sit y'all, Dwele, on more time y'all come on) If you, be, alright... |
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from Slum Village - Selfish (2004)
[Intro & Chorus: John Legend] (Slum Village & Kanye West)
I'm callin (Yeah maybe I'm selfish) Out to (I want you to myself I can't help it) All my (Yeah maybe I'm selfish) Y'all my, ladies and I can't (maybe I'm selfish) (I can't) Let you (let you) (I want you to myself I can't help it) Be with (yeah) no one (yeah) but me (yeah) baby [Verse 1: T3] To my thick chicks down in Texas All the way to New Orleans where the girls cook catfish And in LA every chick's an actress Hollywood status with the shaded glasses To Detroit, yeah the place that I rest Where the ladies got ass to sell alot sex And Hot Atlanta y'all is one of the best Where they speak southern and slang and smoke la cess And New York women are way too fresh Too much on your mind let me ease that stress I wish you all were mine it's so selfish Maybe I'm feelin myself too much I guess But, to my ladies all across the globe In small towns that I don't even know To all local international codes Whether you see me in streets or catch me at shows, I'm callin... [Chorus: John Legend] (Slum Village) I'm callin (yeah maybe I'm selfish) Out to (I want you to myself I can't help it) All my (yeah maybe I'm selfish) Y'all my ladies and I can't (maybe I'm selfish) (I can't) Let you (let you) (I want you to myself I can't help it) Be with (yeah) no one (yeah) but me (yeah) baby [Verse 2: Kanye West] Uh! And I'll be tryin to come around my girl actin like Mr. Friendly And steal the spotlight like Mr. Bentley I spotted her like Spud McKenzie And for them fake boobies I payed them Benjies Get your own, I got Paris he got Nicky he tried to get ????em a clone He said yeah you know you got extra hoes And everything you do is extra cold From the Polo fleece to the Jesus piece I got family in high places like Jesus' niece Can I please, say my peace If y'all fresh to death, then I'm deceased And this one here, is a heat rocks Spit like a beat box, the way the beat rocks New version of Pete Rock! But for that Benz I get CL love So I switch my girls around like 3L-dub [3LW] I'm callin.. [Chorus: John Legend] (Slum Village) I'm callin (Yeah maybe I'm selfish) Out to (I want you to myself I can't help it) All my (Yeah maybe I'm selfish) Y'all my ladies and I can't (maybe I'm selfish) (I can't) Let you (let you) (I want you to myself I can't help it) Be with (Yeah) no one (Yeah) but me (Yeah) baby [Verse 3: Baatin] What up Pam how your little man doin in New Jersey Last I heard he caught the flu and you was worried Hope he feels better, and thanks Jonetta from Cleveland For that good head in your Jetta better believe it Shanice you're my piece from Compton Before I mark the plane make sure you cop them trees to spark up Danielle ATL got them pictures in the mail You sealed with a kiss and you send it with Chanel You lookin good in that one showin off your body Had a Beverly Hills mami that would buy me Cardi's Take me to after parties her name was Carrie And it sucks that we didn't keep in touch I'm sorry But, hey Kim how's Minneapolis? You so pretty hate to show off your titties for silly classes Cause I love you girls though you ain't mine I wish my arms was long enough to hug you all of the same time [Chorus: John Legend] (Slum Village) I'm callin (Yeah maybe I'm selfish) Out to (I want you to myself I can't help it) All my (Yeah maybe I'm selfish) Y'all my ladies and I can't (maybe I'm selfish) (I can't) Let you (let you) (I want you to myself I can't help it) Be with (Yeah) no one (Yeah) but me (Yeah) baby [Outro: John Legend] I'm callin (Callin) out to (Out to) all my (All My) Y'all my, ladies and I can't (I Can't) let you (Let you) Be with, no one, but me, baby |
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from Slum Village - Detroit Deli (A Taste Of Detroit) (2004)
[Intro & Chorus: John Legend] (Slum Village & Kanye West)
I'm callin (Yeah maybe I'm selfish) Out to (I want you to myself I can't help it) All my (Yeah maybe I'm selfish) Y'all my, ladies and I can't (maybe I'm selfish) (I can't) Let you (let you) (I want you to myself I can't help it) Be with (yeah) no one (yeah) but me (yeah) baby [Verse 1: T3] To my thick chicks down in Texas All the way to New Orleans where the girls cook catfish And in LA every chick's an actress Hollywood status with the shaded glasses To Detroit, yeah the place that I rest Where the ladies got ass to sell alot sex And Hot Atlanta y'all is one of the best Where they speak southern and slang and smoke la cess And New York women are way too fresh Too much on your mind let me ease that stress I wish you all were mine it's so selfish Maybe I'm feelin myself too much I guess But, to my ladies all across the globe In small towns that I don't even know To all local international codes Whether you see me in streets or catch me at shows, I'm callin... [Chorus: John Legend] (Slum Village) I'm callin (yeah maybe I'm selfish) Out to (I want you to myself I can't help it) All my (yeah maybe I'm selfish) Y'all my ladies and I can't (maybe I'm selfish) (I can't) Let you (let you) (I want you to myself I can't help it) Be with (yeah) no one (yeah) but me (yeah) baby [Verse 2: Kanye West] Uh! And I'll be tryin to come around my girl actin like Mr. Friendly And steal the spotlight like Mr. Bentley I spotted her like Spud McKenzie And for them fake boobies I payed them Benjies Get your own, I got Paris he got Nicky he tried to get ????em a clone He said yeah you know you got extra hoes And everything you do is extra cold From the Polo fleece to the Jesus piece I got family in high places like Jesus' niece Can I please, say my peace If y'all fresh to death, then I'm deceased And this one here, is a heat rocks Spit like a beat box, the way the beat rocks New version of Pete Rock! But for that Benz I get CL love So I switch my girls around like 3L-dub [3LW] I'm callin.. [Chorus: John Legend] (Slum Village) I'm callin (Yeah maybe I'm selfish) Out to (I want you to myself I can't help it) All my (Yeah maybe I'm selfish) Y'all my ladies and I can't (maybe I'm selfish) (I can't) Let you (let you) (I want you to myself I can't help it) Be with (Yeah) no one (Yeah) but me (Yeah) baby [Verse 3: Baatin] What up Pam how your little man doin in New Jersey Last I heard he caught the flu and you was worried Hope he feels better, and thanks Jonetta from Cleveland For that good head in your Jetta better believe it Shanice you're my piece from Compton Before I mark the plane make sure you cop them trees to spark up Danielle ATL got them pictures in the mail You sealed with a kiss and you send it with Chanel You lookin good in that one showin off your body Had a Beverly Hills mami that would buy me Cardi's Take me to after parties her name was Carrie And it sucks that we didn't keep in touch I'm sorry But, hey Kim how's Minneapolis? You so pretty hate to show off your titties for silly classes Cause I love you girls though you ain't mine I wish my arms was long enough to hug you all of the same time [Chorus: John Legend] (Slum Village) I'm callin (Yeah maybe I'm selfish) Out to (I want you to myself I can't help it) All my (Yeah maybe I'm selfish) Y'all my ladies and I can't (maybe I'm selfish) (I can't) Let you (let you) (I want you to myself I can't help it) Be with (Yeah) no one (Yeah) but me (Yeah) baby [Outro: John Legend] I'm callin (Callin) out to (Out to) all my (All My) Y'all my, ladies and I can't (I Can't) let you (Let you) Be with, no one, but me, baby |
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from Slum Village - Trinity (2002)
(Verse 1: T3)
There I was sittin there lookin, waitin Waitin for the chance to get to date you I'm sayin, I'm sick of games, sick of solos Sure need you around when its all ova Listen, I'm not sayin this to offend you But since the day I met you I knew I would bend you, over Not sayin its about that Its about us blending like vocals on ill tracks Classic, like a novel by Stephen King Always restin by the revel where a social reign Sex, its the farthest thing from my mind I'm thinkin how we get together like the starter line Fiction, to all the ladies that want it real A breif description on how a nigga might feel This is, one page out a black book This is, how it goes when its all good, sista (Chorus x4) And back, forth and forth, back (Verse 2: Elzhi) Just keep the sun in my storm clouds Appreciate you as a man I was born child, young Lookin for young girls to party with Make your body shift, shake up your cartilidge, women I wasn't satisfied with just one I'll rip your valentine and having time adjusting, its hard I thought not a soul could change me You honor roll, I was down with hoes in grade C, level I guess there is roses in the ghetto Gotta find them, always meet the dozen not he dimond, coal Been supportive now my days shorter When they was longer dealin with the side effects were calmer, mistakes I tripped over in my early days Making the skies over few look a pearly gray, dirty Until you came along and laid it on I'll stick with you even if my man say its wrong, for real (Chorus x4) (Verse 3: Baatin) Since its my last joint I guess I gotta put it down For the queens who fiend for the kings who come around I wanna extend the jewels to the crown Behold you are soul that is lost never found Still a virgin cause you untouched Fuckin around with low-life niggas, gettin fucked You need a king to put it down right I know you want something thats more than just a one night Stand tall never fall for the less queen Nieve niggas with tired ass raps stuck in his dreamstate With his truck and his real estate, fell for the bait Not knowing he's tryna change what's sealed in his fate Just a mouse lookin through a crack Of the gates to a soul never coming back Cultivaters never laid to realize self And when its done the queen of queens will complete your wealth Know thy self (Chorus x4) |
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(Verse 1: T3)
There I was sittin there lookin, waitin Waitin for the chance to get to date you I'm sayin, I'm sick of games, sick of solos Sure need you around when its all ova Listen, I'm not sayin this to offend you But since the day I met you I knew I would bend you, over Not sayin its about that Its about us blending like vocals on ill tracks Classic, like a novel by Stephen King Always restin by the revel where a social reign Sex, its the farthest thing from my mind I'm thinkin how we get together like the starter line Fiction, to all the ladies that want it real A breif description on how a nigga might feel This is, one page out a black book This is, how it goes when its all good, sista (Chorus x4) And back, forth and forth, back (Verse 2: Elzhi) Just keep the sun in my storm clouds Appreciate you as a man I was born child, young Lookin for young girls to party with Make your body shift, shake up your cartilidge, women I wasn't satisfied with just one I'll rip your valentine and having time adjusting, its hard I thought not a soul could change me You honor roll, I was down with hoes in grade C, level I guess there is roses in the ghetto Gotta find them, always meet the dozen not he dimond, coal Been supportive now my days shorter When they was longer dealin with the side effects were calmer, mistakes I tripped over in my early days Making the skies over few look a pearly gray, dirty Until you came along and laid it on I'll stick with you even if my man say its wrong, for real (Chorus x4) (Verse 3: Baatin) Since its my last joint I guess I gotta put it down For the queens who fiend for the kings who come around I wanna extend the jewels to the crown Behold you are soul that is lost never found Still a virgin cause you untouched Fuckin around with low-life niggas, gettin fucked You need a king to put it down right I know you want something thats more than just a one night Stand tall never fall for the less queen Nieve niggas with tired ass raps stuck in his dreamstate With his truck and his real estate, fell for the bait Not knowing he's tryna change what's sealed in his fate Just a mouse lookin through a crack Of the gates to a soul never coming back Cultivaters never laid to realize self And when its done the queen of queens will complete your wealth Know thy self (Chorus x4) |
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from Slum Village - Detroit Deli (A Taste Of Detroit) (2004)
(feat. J. Dilla)
{Verse 1} (Dilla) Yo L and Ten kill'n em, Three kill'n 'em You thought we broke up but we was reassembalin Ladies and gentlemen you barewitnessin The villa on some classic shit like vans in balims Its' the gorrila pimps, we bustin denim in the club That you cant wear ya denim in Freakin a rhyme til every line ends with a then and than You dont wanna rump and stomp in Timberlands Shout to my nigga Killagan And all of my peps that rep more D then 12 Eminems Who let the dogs out and let Dilla in? Fuck wit this is ya loss Gilligan Sounds simila I'm not feelin 'em Get the bars like Venus in Wimbelon While I'm in them fly whips five Will and them On some Kim and them All About the Benjamins Still here {Chorus} Still here never left just switched the style up Came through made moves to get the crowd up Its hard time "V" time nigga ya times up Get rowed up for the Reunion {Verse 2} (T) L kill'n em, Dilla kill'n 'em Maybe we could hook up again back wit Ten and them together again like armed forces on some Fantastic Four or Four Horsemen Cant do it without ya crew boy Guess who boy, come'n through wit two boy Nobody but us that rap in a clutch Passed and switched it up like kids in double dutch Some couldn't feel our style or feel our Ever talked our slang never walked our roads All they know is these niggaz is tainted Don't know about those rovers that candy painted We've been miss quoted, miss con-screwed, miss understood, and over used So we take this time to set the record straight Critics skipped and did it anyway Now you hear our raps wit Dilla and you all on our team Till you heard Ten was gone was apart of he skem See! We still got love where was you at at? Just cuz a nigga go solo think we turned our bak Maybe we will reunite on some shit like that But I gotta set it straight for' you twists the facts nigga {Chorus} {Verse 3} (L) Yo T kill'n em, Three kill'n 'em You thought we broke up and ya you rite we really did I wrote a verse that I recited it was hot But I had to rewrite cuz I thought we was united and we not But though all the love that I got for you Parna I picked apart ya words and I'm shooked in them interviews I been acused of not care'n When the city threw your furnture out Its not fair when I'm learnin about how stress you fell in a article Forget a rhyme I'm just as real when I talk to you And you know that we share Kodak moments I wish we could go back But don't act like you wasn't bug'n out like a phone tap Chase'n cars in the street I saw you throw a part in the sink After hit the bar for a drink who asked you to slow down? Eventhough niggaz told me you was gon' clown You didn't know I cried when I saw you whallen at the State Theater In the door by the side Throw you in the trunk and found a preacher for you Cause I thought you had unlawful demons on you Sink'n fast in the deepest soil Ya parents finally got you some help You came out seem'n normal and I heard you on medication Had a illness you couldn't heal with herbs and meditation And believe me; Me and T, Three kept it low Don't take this as a dis this is just to let you kno that I love you But watch the company you keep Sware niggaz don't care, but they love you in the streets Get ya mind right nigga... |
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from Slum Village - Fantastic Vol. 2 (2000)
Turn it up
New S-V Chorus: (All) Raise it up (*6X*) Raise it up (*8X*) [Jay-Dee] I ain't about shit Nope, what me dog I don't floss nope I ain't that nigga Jay dee uh uh You ain't never seen me balling out at the bar right? I don't rock my ice and bounce foreign cars And my Rover ain't the hottest Rover you ever seen That ain't a TV screen It ain't sitting on eighteens dog I aint gaining no green and my chain don't swing uh I ain't doin my thing I ain't doin a thing I ain't got none of that dough with none of them cars I ain't fucked none of them hoes in none of them bars I don't smoke weed I ain't use to mess with this three's I ain't from the D No I wasn't blessed with the beats I don't be at the spot swinging my chain like this Swinging my thing til these motherfuckers bang my shit I don't sip 'Mo I ain't never popped Cris' This Rollie just don't look right sitting on my wrist huh? Uh Uh wasn't me Dip the Sean John Sip the cham' Don Shit you want some I don't hold heat Naw I ain't never caught a case I don't know what titles to trace I ain't as tight as they say I don't ball out with my click at all But I do show niggas how to spit this bar Flow make the hoes put the dick to jaw S-V beeyatch, What the fuck you thought? What Chorus:(All) Raise it up (*8X*) Raise it up (*8X*) [T3] Aight, Okay, yup it was me Yes I must admit. It was that nigga T3 Yeah Yeah I did it Okay blame it on me Yeah I'm that nigga that's hitting bitches thas overseas Yes I'm that motherfucker Hot damn I'm a G I'm the nigga who rip I'm the one that emcees Yeah. I'm that type of nigga talking trash up in your face Okay it was me. I hit your girl up in your place Place the bitch on the mat and sprayed the cum up on her face Tell the chick to participate She call me everyday Anyway, I got a crew that always give you what you need We don't hold it against you If your crew ain't up to speed See, we be them We be them niggas S-V You can do what you gotta do You will never see three (three) Chorus:(All) Raise it up (*4X*) Raise it up (*8X*) [Baatin] Maybe it's that nigga Titus Maybe it's me Maybe he's part of the group (the) S and the V Maybe my name is Rasaul Rassi Maybe I'm Christ? Maybe the Sun The One Maybe I'm the nigga who pulled the gat first (maybe) Pointed at the casket and blasted at the hearst Niggas they front (hard). You just learning to roll the blunt (huh) Been there (hehe), done that (nana) I'm on that other shit Gradually speeding out my body til I fell away Maybe my crew is like an omen, from the great lake Maybe I'm the first fish who bit at the bait (bait) Catching a crab from a bitch on a blind date Maybe it was Titus who paved the way Maybe it was Titus who came to save the day Maybe you like me. Maybe you don't. You give a fuck (fuck) Probably with my crew that made you raise it up Chorus:(All) Raise it up (*8X*) Raise it up (*8X*) Raise it up (*8X*) Raise it up (*8X*) (fade out) |
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from Slum Village - Raise It Up (2001)
Turn it up
New S-V Chorus: (All) Raise it up (*6X*) Raise it up (*8X*) (Jay-Dee) I ain't about shit Nope, what me dog I don't floss nope I ain't that nigga Jay dee uh uh You ain't never seen me balling out at the bar right? I don't rock my ice and bounce foreign cars And my Rover ain't the hottest Rover you ever seen That ain't a TV screen It ain't sitting on eighteens dog I aint gaining no green and my chain don't swing uh I ain't doin my thing I ain't doin a thing I ain't got none of that dough with none of them cars I ain't fucked none of them hoes in none of them bars I don't smoke weed I ain't use to mess with this three's I ain't from the D No I wasn't blessed with the beats I don't be at the spot swinging my chain like this Swinging my thing til these motherfuckers bang my shit I don't sip 'Mo I ain't never popped Cris' This Rollie just don't look right sitting on my wrist huh? Uh Uh wasn't me Dip the Sean John Sip the cham' Don Shit you want some I don't hold heat Naw I ain't never caught a case I don't know what titles to trace I ain't as tight as they say I don't ball out with my click at all But I do show niggas how to spit this bar Flow make the hoes put the dick at y'all S-V beeyatch, What the fuck you thought? What Chorus:(All) Raise it up (*8X*) Raise it up (*8X*) (T3) Aight, Okay, yup it was me Yes I must admit. It was that nigga T3 Yeah Yeah I did it Okay blame it on me Yeah I'm that nigga that's hitting bitches thas overseas Yes I'm that motherfucker Hot damn I'm a G I'm the nigga who rip I'm the one that emcees Yeah. I'm that type of nigga talking trash up in your face Okay it was me. I hit your girl up in your place Place the bitch on the mat and sprayed the cum up on her face Tell the chick to participate She call me everyday Anyway, I got a crew that always give you what you need We don't hold it against you If your crew ain't up to speed See, we be them We be them niggas S-V You can do what you gotta do You will never see three (three) Chorus:(All) Raise it up (*4X*) Raise it up (*8X*) (Baatin) Maybe it's that nigga Titus Maybe it's me Maybe he's part of the group (the) S and the V Maybe my name is Rasaul Rassi Maybe I'm Christ? Maybe the Sun The One Maybe I'm the nigga who pulled the gat first (maybe) Pointed at the casket and blasted at the hearst Niggas they front (hard). You just learning to roll the blunt (huh) Been there (hehe), done that (nana) I'm on that other shit Gradually speeding out my body til I fell away Maybe my crew is like an omen, from the great lake Maybe I'm the first fish who bit at the bait (bait) Catching a crab from a bitch on a blind date Maybe it was Titus who paved the way Maybe it was Titus who came to save the day Maybe you like me. Maybe you don't. You give a fuck (fuck) Probably with my crew that made you raise it up Chorus:(All) Raise it up (*8X*) Raise it up (*8X*) Raise it up (*8X*) Raise it up (*8X*) (fade out) |
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from Slum Village - Raise It Up (2001)
Turn it up
New S-V Chorus: (All) Raise it up (*6X*) Raise it up (*8X*) (Jay-Dee) I ain't about shit Nope, what me dog I don't floss nope I ain't that nigga Jay dee uh uh You ain't never seen me balling out at the bar right? I don't rock my ice and bounce foreign cars And my Rover ain't the hottest Rover you ever seen That ain't a TV screen It ain't sitting on eighteens dog I aint gaining no green and my chain don't swing uh I ain't doin my thing I ain't doin a thing I ain't got none of that dough with none of them cars I ain't fucked none of them hoes in none of them bars I don't smoke weed I ain't use to mess with this three's I ain't from the D No I wasn't blessed with the beats I don't be at the spot swinging my chain like this Swinging my thing til these motherfuckers bang my shit I don't sip 'Mo I ain't never popped Cris' This Rollie just don't look right sitting on my wrist huh? Uh Uh wasn't me Dip the Sean John Sip the cham' Don Shit you want some I don't hold heat Naw I ain't never caught a case I don't know what titles to trace I ain't as tight as they say I don't ball out with my click at all But I do show niggas how to spit this bar Flow make the hoes put the dick at y'all S-V beeyatch, What the fuck you thought? What Chorus:(All) Raise it up (*8X*) Raise it up (*8X*) (T3) Aight, Okay, yup it was me Yes I must admit. It was that nigga T3 Yeah Yeah I did it Okay blame it on me Yeah I'm that nigga that's hitting bitches thas overseas Yes I'm that motherfucker Hot damn I'm a G I'm the nigga who rip I'm the one that emcees Yeah. I'm that type of nigga talking trash up in your face Okay it was me. I hit your girl up in your place Place the bitch on the mat and sprayed the cum up on her face Tell the chick to participate She call me everyday Anyway, I got a crew that always give you what you need We don't hold it against you If your crew ain't up to speed See, we be them We be them niggas S-V You can do what you gotta do You will never see three (three) Chorus:(All) Raise it up (*4X*) Raise it up (*8X*) (Baatin) Maybe it's that nigga Titus Maybe it's me Maybe he's part of the group (the) S and the V Maybe my name is Rasaul Rassi Maybe I'm Christ? Maybe the Sun The One Maybe I'm the nigga who pulled the gat first (maybe) Pointed at the casket and blasted at the hearst Niggas they front (hard). You just learning to roll the blunt (huh) Been there (hehe), done that (nana) I'm on that other shit Gradually speeding out my body til I fell away Maybe my crew is like an omen, from the great lake Maybe I'm the first fish who bit at the bait (bait) Catching a crab from a bitch on a blind date Maybe it was Titus who paved the way Maybe it was Titus who came to save the day Maybe you like me. Maybe you don't. You give a fuck (fuck) Probably with my crew that made you raise it up Chorus:(All) Raise it up (*8X*) Raise it up (*8X*) Raise it up (*8X*) Raise it up (*8X*) (fade out) |
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from Slum Village - Fantastic Vol. 2 (2002)
Turn it up
New S-V Chorus: (All) Raise it up (*6X*) Raise it up (*8X*) (Jay-Dee) I ain't about shit Nope, what me dog I don't floss nope I ain't that nigga Jay dee uh uh You ain't never seen me balling out at the bar right? I don't rock my ice and bounce foreign cars And my Rover ain't the hottest Rover you ever seen That ain't a TV screen It ain't sitting on eighteens dog I aint gaining no green and my chain don't swing uh I ain't doin my thing I ain't doin a thing I ain't got none of that dough with none of them cars I ain't fucked none of them hoes in none of them bars I don't smoke weed I ain't use to mess with this three's I ain't from the D No I wasn't blessed with the beats I don't be at the spot swinging my chain like this Swinging my thing til these motherfuckers bang my shit I don't sip 'Mo I ain't never popped Cris' This Rollie just don't look right sitting on my wrist huh? Uh Uh wasn't me Dip the Sean John Sip the cham' Don Shit you want some I don't hold heat Naw I ain't never caught a case I don't know what titles to trace I ain't as tight as they say I don't ball out with my click at all But I do show niggas how to spit this bar Flow make the hoes put the dick at y'all S-V beeyatch, What the fuck you thought? What Chorus:(All) Raise it up (*8X*) Raise it up (*8X*) (T3) Aight, Okay, yup it was me Yes I must admit. It was that nigga T3 Yeah Yeah I did it Okay blame it on me Yeah I'm that nigga that's hitting bitches thas overseas Yes I'm that motherfucker Hot damn I'm a G I'm the nigga who rip I'm the one that emcees Yeah. I'm that type of nigga talking trash up in your face Okay it was me. I hit your girl up in your place Place the bitch on the mat and sprayed the cum up on her face Tell the chick to participate She call me everyday Anyway, I got a crew that always give you what you need We don't hold it against you If your crew ain't up to speed See, we be them We be them niggas S-V You can do what you gotta do You will never see three (three) Chorus:(All) Raise it up (*4X*) Raise it up (*8X*) (Baatin) Maybe it's that nigga Titus Maybe it's me Maybe he's part of the group (the) S and the V Maybe my name is Rasaul Rassi Maybe I'm Christ? Maybe the Sun The One Maybe I'm the nigga who pulled the gat first (maybe) Pointed at the casket and blasted at the hearst Niggas they front (hard). You just learning to roll the blunt (huh) Been there (hehe), done that (nana) I'm on that other shit Gradually speeding out my body til I fell away Maybe my crew is like an omen, from the great lake Maybe I'm the first fish who bit at the bait (bait) Catching a crab from a bitch on a blind date Maybe it was Titus who paved the way Maybe it was Titus who came to save the day Maybe you like me. Maybe you don't. You give a fuck (fuck) Probably with my crew that made you raise it up Chorus:(All) Raise it up (*8X*) Raise it up (*8X*) Raise it up (*8X*) Raise it up (*8X*) (fade out) |
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from Slum Village - Fantastic Vol. 2 (2000)
(singing) players
(T3) It's the seven eighty-eight DDT a, just like Jake The Snake Actually, we don't participate But if you do then I'ma see you at your Wake, (players) Don't let the drama fluctuate, I don't wanna, I gotta, because it's snakes Now where would we be at, if we let you do that We'd probrably, be laying on our backs, (players) Talkin this and that you on my, your plan yeah, it was wack I never would play myself out like that But, um, I guess that's where you at, (players) (Jay Dee) (then I'ma play a game for ya) What I'ma do is like uh Cut out ya whole crew, cause ya crew likes to bite us Y'all stick to freestyling cause y'all aint no writers Trying to be some, (players) and can't play the game See ya, sound the same, and ya claim to be something you aint And won't be without SV (that's right) ya'll need to be smacked Open hands and beat by these (players) (Battin) I could give a fuck about this shit You all up in my face over some ho shit Just come out You wanna be wit my click, you must know, really How wild I get, when I walk in the place saying,(players) Yes!, Yes! There's some people who really wanna see the S Personally, I could give a fuck less Check ya lady, she's a groupie ho Opening her coochie hole, fuck that ho,(players) ? When you front, this is for ?, you(echo) (Jay Dee) Yo, Yo, you wanna be some (players) And can't play this game Ya, sound the same, and ya claim to be something you aint And won't be without SV ya'll need to be smacked Open hands and beat by these (players) (T3) Talkin this and that you on my, your plan yeah, it was wack I never would play myself out like that But, um, I guess thats where you at (players) (Baatin) For me to hold you up You think I really give a fuck...you, you, you, you and your crew Y'all just some (players) |
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from Slum Village - Fantastic Vol. 2 (2002)
(singing) players
(T3) It's the seven eighty-eight DDT a, just like Jake The Snake Actually, we don't participate But if you do then I'ma see you at your Wake, (players) Don't let the drama fluctuate, I don't wanna, I gotta, because it's snakes Now where would we be at, if we let you do that We'd probrably, be laying on our backs, (players) Talkin this and that you on my, your plan yeah, it was wack I never would play myself out like that But, um, I guess that's where you at, (players) (Jay Dee) (then I'ma play a game for ya) What I'ma do is like uh Cut out ya whole crew, cause ya crew likes to bite us Y'all stick to freestyling cause y'all aint no writers Trying to be some, (players) and can't play the game See ya, sound the same, and ya claim to be something you aint And won't be without SV (that's right) ya'll need to be smacked Open hands and knees by these (players) (Battin) I could give a fuck about this shit You all up in my face over some ho shit Just come out You wanna be wit my click, you must know, really How wild I get, when I walk in the place saying,(players) Yes!, Yes! There's some people who really wanna see the S Personally, I could give a fuck. Let's Check ya lady, she's a groupie ho Opening her coochie hole, fuck that ho,(players) Eye to Eye to you to nouveau The way you front, it's inspirational, you(echo) (Jay Dee) Yo, Yo, you wanna be some (players) And can't play this game Ya, sound the same, and ya claim to be something you aint And won't be without SV ya'll need to be smacked Open hands and knees by these (players) (T3) Talkin this and that you on my, your plan yeah, it was wack I never would play myself out like that But, um, I guess thats where you at (players) (Baatin) For me to hold you up You think I really give a fuck...you, you, you, you and your crew Y'all wanna be some (players) |
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from Slum Village - Trinity (2002)
(T3)
(One, one..)Don't fuck it up! (One) It only takes (One) so feel it y'all (One) Now every (One) It only takes (One) You only need (One) So feel it y'all (One) We're number (One) You're not number (One) It only takes (One) So feel it y'all (One) It only takes, to click clack the gun on 'em To bring drama to 'em like Dee Witt we runnin' em One, drama 'n I get the gun out the couch, run out the house With the loaded pistol stuck in his crouch - One You fuck it up for all of the rest You n your niggas in the parking lot rollin' the cess Tryin' to get up in some chickens that all in your shit They all wit it, and all seem down to get it, except One She ain't feelin' the crew Plus she got a man she don't like niggas like you She said you fuck wit the niggas, you know how they do We roll out, 'cause we see another we another set of dudes So one - minute later, hear some shots in the air Niggas duckin' on the ground like guerilla warfare Fuckin' up a niggas groove and when they know it ain't fair He roll out with his niggas and his hands in the air Singin' One (one, one, one, one) (Elzhi) It only takes (One) To rock it y'all (One) You only need (One) To do it y'all (One) It takes, one, tragedy to bring a family closer One bullet to start a war and be a part of gore These hoes trick and be on crack like a slightly parted door It took one hit, tongue kiss and make cum quick It took one hit, for a wack rapper to make millions Causing the illest niggas to switch and spit what they ain't feelin' One! Day a time of alcohol it takes to get by Is worth more than a mini puff it takes to get high One, Love was the joint that my cousins used to breakdance to Before they began to pop and lock with the glock handle This -one- turn for the worst, my main concern for the earth 'Cause it seems to get even worse when it turns Purposely burn an emcee, fricasee his hand holding the mic So he can't fold it to write I'm potent as a lightning bolt when it strike At least - one - feelin' me Come through ya city with sign and drown ya energy - One! One, one, one, one (T3) Now every (One) It only takes (One) You only need (One) So feel it y'all (One) One of the best in the class it's so stupid One who test it's tragic so don't do it Group move crowds like they had us do with theme music Spit like cars when the body releasin' fluid One, more tragic than ninety-one-one Also we fearsome Known as the Slum and that's just one organism One crew comin' through 'cause we gotta hit 'em Those dudes too fly like the Continental Two niggas on the side one up the middle It's love in the club and it's constant We drop shit and yell shit at the concerts (Baatin) One...two...the whole world is Tick tock, tick tock You live by the clock but I move faster Niggas is sleeping 'cause they thinking that I procrati-nate One of these days I'm a show you what I'm made of Soon as I'm done with these silly little rap scrubs Soon as I'm done making my rap million dollar hits Soon as I'm done cleaning my soul of this old curse Soon as I'm one with the universe I'm done with you little fucks in this little earth I rule a planet of my own where you don't exist Everything is One |
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from Slum Village - "Trinity(Past,Present...)Edited" (2002)
(T3)
(One, one..)Don't fuck it up! (One) It only takes (One) so feel it y'all (One) Now every (One) It only takes (One) You only need (One) So feel it y'all (One) We're number (One) You're not number (One) It only takes (One) So feel it y'all (One) It only takes, to click clack the gun on 'em To bring drama to 'em like Dee Witt we runnin' em One, drama 'n I get the gun out the couch, run out the house With the loaded pistol stuck in his crouch - One You fuck it up for all of the rest You n your niggas in the parking lot rollin' the cess Tryin' to get up in some chickens that all in your shit They all wit it, and all seem down to get it, except One She ain't feelin' the crew Plus she got a man she don't like niggas like you She said you fuck wit the niggas, you know how they do We roll out, 'cause we see another we another set of dudes So one - minute later, hear some shots in the air Niggas duckin' on the ground like guerilla warfare Fuckin' up a niggas groove and when they know it ain't fair He roll out with his niggas and his hands in the air Singin' One (one, one, one, one) (Elzhi) It only takes (One) To rock it y'all (One) You only need (One) To do it y'all (One) It takes, one, tragedy to bring a family closer One bullet to start a war and be a part of gore These hoes trick and be on crack like a slightly parted door It took one hit, tongue kiss and make cum quick It took one hit, for a wack rapper to make millions Causing the illest niggas to switch and spit what they ain't feelin' One! Day a time of alcohol it takes to get by Is worth more than a mini puff it takes to get high One, Love was the joint that my cousins used to breakdance to Before they began to pop and lock with the glock handle This -one- turn for the worst, my main concern for the earth 'Cause it seems to get even worse when it turns Purposely burn an emcee, fricasee his hand holding the mic So he can't fold it to write I'm potent as a lightning bolt when it strike At least - one - feelin' me Come through ya city with sign and drown ya energy - One! One, one, one, one (T3) Now every (One) It only takes (One) You only need (One) So feel it y'all (One) One of the best in the class it's so stupid One who test it's tragic so don't do it Group move crowds like they had us do with theme music Spit like cars when the body releasin' fluid One, more tragic than ninety-one-one Also we fearsome Known as the Slum and that's just one organism One crew comin' through 'cause we gotta hit 'em Those dudes too fly like the Continental Two niggas on the side one up the middle It's love in the club and it's constant We drop shit and yell shit at the concerts (Baatin) One...two...the whole world is Tick tock, tick tock You live by the clock but I move faster Niggas is sleeping 'cause they thinking that I procrati-nate One of these days I'm a show you what I'm made of Soon as I'm done with these silly little rap scrubs Soon as I'm done making my rap million dollar hits Soon as I'm done cleaning my soul of this old curse Soon as I'm one with the universe I'm done with you little fucks in this little earth I rule a planet of my own where you don't exist Everything is One |
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from Slum Village - Detroit Deli (A Taste Of Detroit) (2004)
Keep Holding On a" Slum Village
Detroit Deli (A Taste Of Detroit) Wuttup tho? Feelin' a little under the weather today. But had some stuff to get off my chest ya know? Now wut im a?bout to say to y'all I ain't never said to the general public. But y'all gotta hear me yo. Feel me. Verse 1: I know I might Sound like a got a cold and im speaking But im cold and im sneezing But im grown and breathin. Hear the tone in my speaking And it's home where he's preaching. Both of my parents gone for a reason Daddy's wrong just for leavin' Mother moved on and im breathing. (?) spirits above the stones and the deamons she belongs in a teaching where there's a throne and a kingdom and deep inside my bones im believing that the poems that im reading is the songs to my freedom. Lik-e-ly known as deceiving What im shown it ain't pleasing Make me wanna throw stones at a deacon And it home when he preaching See that's satan makin my heart cold as a breeze a?Till it's colder from freezing. Gotta get right I might not make it over this evening a?'cause your time here is shorter than breath gone from wheezing. And heard my nigga tone he was bleedin' Through his clothes It was leaking from some chrome that was squeezing Now when im all alone I be thinking im against all odds Hoping that god will show me the evens But im sick of being poor through the seasons Smoke a drole through the drinkin with 2 hoes through the weekend Bout to go to my seed anda| Chorus: Life can sometimes be so hard to bear When u feel that theirs no one who cares There are times u feel all hope is gone Don't loose faith and just keep holding on and on and on Keep holding on and on and on and on and on Verse 2: But sometimes I feel alone in these streets It gets cold in these streets My heart and soul on these streets I lost my moms So I hold to a piece Of a place, state and time Where we both in the grind And what's love to a fatherless son? Although he had love for his son (Pensions?) were none to seldom I would sit on the porch a?till the mail come And when it came There never was a letter with my name My moms was there for me She held it down a?cause she cared for me She never left Even in her last breathe when she sat next to death She was always at her best never stressed That's whya| Chorus You gotta keep holdin' on You gotta keep keep holdin' on Keep holdin on just Keep holdin' on Keep holdin' ona| Chorus Fades out |
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from Slum Village - Fantastic Vol. 2 (2000)
(All)
You know...if you make moves some people will envy Say what's (what‘s) up with this jealousy (Chorus) You know people say shit, bout you, and me Uh-Huh what's up with this jealousy (one more time ya‘ll) Uh-Huh what's up with this jealousy (yes...yes...yes) Uh-Huh what's up with this jealousy (T3) Yes ya'll (ya‘ll) I love it when you hate Now lets calculate, take it straight to straight Take it, to your face or wherever you lay Oh you say “You fake'? And won't take shit to your face See in the first place, you made a crucial mistake My crew congregates just to aggravate With plots to infiltrate and abbreviate And if you think we out, shit we got rhythm for days Take it to another phase with an extra stage Havin' you feelin' the blaze of NWA And if they ask you “Who you doin'? tell ‘em “that nigga Tres'? Yeah damn right I'm great, like the porno tapes An ??? For ladies and collecting papes To these jealous niggas let the ??? Made ??? Your man ain't got time for the fake To those “J"? niggas need to put ‘em away (Chorus) You know people say shit, bout you, and me Uh-Huh what's up with this jealousy Uh-Huh what's up with this jealousy Uh-Huh what's up with this jealousy (Baatin) Spread the word, that nigga's hardcore Envious Emcee, lyrics are *Cagore* Rhythm up, cause I'm the real Jack Ripper (Uh-huh) I call him Jack Trippin' Over (Uh-huh) Who call himself passin' over tryin to provoke The High Priest got you in my step-era Impious niggas I don't trust Started when emcees when the accurate- Rackin' a nigga, step back causin' a crush I'm good in this game, my mind left you in the dust Check my mic when I bust you got tossed Lost you to cry, the jealous niggas wanna floss I'm all in your face, grippin my nuts, nigga what, nigga what Uh-huh what's up with this jealousy (Chorus) You know people say shit, bout you, and me Uh-Huh what's up with this jealousy (Come on) Uh-Huh what's up with this jealousy (One more time) Uh-Huh what's up with this jealousy (Jay Dee) ...Jealousy make you say what the fu-... This goes out to my niggas that's talking the shit Same niggas that be dubbing tapes and walking and shit No life, having like a nigga that's stalking a bitch No joke, broke, ya'll niggas be cracking me up Player hating, plotting, and planning on jacking me up Don't do it, you don't know these niggas is backing me up Hardcore, fuck rap, ??? Nigga what Hardcore, pimp smacking from acting like WHAT Good shit, like the 55 in the back of a bus Hot shit, SV yours whackin the fun Don't get jealous cause the S is stacking ‘em up Say (what, what) say (Chorus) You know people say shit, bout you, and me Uh-Huh what's up with this jealousy Uh-Huh what's up with this jealousy Uh-Huh what's up with this jealousy Uh-Huh (Fades Out) |
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from Slum Village - Fantastic Vol. 2 (2002)
(All)
You know...if you make moves some people will envy Say what's (what‘s) up with this jealousy (Chorus) You know people say shit, bout you, and me Uh-Huh what's up with this jealousy (one more time ya‘ll) Uh-Huh what's up with this jealousy (yes...yes...yes) Uh-Huh what's up with this jealousy (T3) Yes ya'll (ya‘ll) I love it when you hate Now lets calculate, take it straight to straight Take it, to your face or wherever you lay Oh you say “You fake'? And won't take shit to your face See in the first place, you made a crucial mistake My crew congregates just to aggravate With plots to infiltrate and abbreviate And if you think we out, shit we got rhythm for days Take it to another phase with an extra stage Havin' you feelin' the blaze of NWA And if they ask you “Who you doin'? tell ‘em “that nigga Tres'? Yeah damn right I'm great, like the porno tapes An ??? For ladies and collecting papes To these jealous niggas let the ??? Made ??? Your man ain't got time for the fake To those “J"? niggas need to put ‘em away (Chorus) You know people say shit, bout you, and me Uh-Huh what's up with this jealousy Uh-Huh what's up with this jealousy Uh-Huh what's up with this jealousy (Baatin) Spread the word, that nigga's hardcore Envious Emcee, lyrics are *Cagore* Rhythm up, cause I'm the real Jack Ripper (Uh-huh) I call him Jack Trippin' Over (Uh-huh) Who call himself passin' over tryin to provoke The High Priest got you in my step-era Impious niggas I don't trust Started when emcees when the accurate- Rackin' a nigga, step back causin' a crush I'm good in this game, my mind left you in the dust Check my mic when I bust you got tossed Lost you to cry, the jealous niggas wanna floss I'm all in your face, grippin my nuts, nigga what, nigga what Uh-huh what's up with this jealousy (Chorus) You know people say shit, bout you, and me Uh-Huh what's up with this jealousy (Come on) Uh-Huh what's up with this jealousy (One more time) Uh-Huh what's up with this jealousy (Jay Dee) ...Jealousy make you say what the fu-... This goes out to my niggas that's talking the shit Same niggas that be dubbing tapes and walking and shit No life, having like a nigga that's stalking a bitch No joke, broke, ya'll niggas be cracking me up Player hating, plotting, and planning on jacking me up Don't do it, you don't know these niggas is backing me up Hardcore, fuck rap, ??? Nigga what Hardcore, pimp smacking from acting like WHAT Good shit, like the 55 in the back of a bus Hot shit, SV yours whackin the fun Don't get jealous cause the S is stacking ‘em up Say (what, what) say (Chorus) You know people say shit, bout you, and me Uh-Huh what's up with this jealousy Uh-Huh what's up with this jealousy Uh-Huh what's up with this jealousy Uh-Huh (Fades Out) |
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from Slum Village - Fantastic Vol. 2 (2000)
Here's a little somethin' for you playas, playin' in ya playpen....
We ain't playin', play on playa......... It's fantastic It's fantastic It's fantastic It's fantastic We say fan-tas-a-ro' You say huh, what, ya know. It's that sh.. ay' yo. This is fa yall to dance to it slow cause it's fantastic. |
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from Slum Village - Fantastic Vol. 2 (2002)
Here's a little somethin' for you playas, playin' in ya playpen....
We ain't playin', play on playa......... It's fantastic It's fantastic It's fantastic It's fantastic We say fan-tas-a-ro' You say huh, what, ya know. It's that sh.. ay' yo. This is fa yall to dance to it slow cause it's fantastic. |
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from Slum Village - Trinity (2002)
Yeah, as we click and the furuistic zillionares
you know what I'm saying (Freestyle #1) back in the day we used roll up some hoes never thought I'd be writing up a scroll on these halls now a day niggaz be twistin up for the conversation in my day niggaz was twisted off the meditation (allllll child)in my day niggaz was living off of the plantation never ever catchin some niggaz with a occupation now a dayz niggaz be fiendin for the masturbation from a bitch that got a dick with a clit- pulsatin/I say is what I said that's right niggaz be hatin just waitin to be catching a fist to the face waitin for a nigga to go insane, catch a case cause his drink was laced. now check it out.. (Freestlye #2) I'm trying to finish this album while the economy's fallin drama be callin like it's palmin and dialin a quarter diamond behind is a war in a mind of a foreman climate designed for enormous giant dime proportions...riots outside the recordin wires fires were scorchin...hydrants apply to the stores where buyers are hypin and supportin the violence the morgue is supplying, more over the line stiff brisk overly silent soldiers and pilots, my eyes to the ceilin fan's spinning by its limbs, the news is touchin like violins pluckin by the strings, my enviroment sufferin like me by the pen trying to find the next line to blend comin with nothin I'm trying to rhyme again |
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from Slum Village - "Trinity(Past,Present...)Edited" (2002)
Yeah, as we click and the furuistic zillionares
you know what I'm saying (Freestyle #1) back in the day we used roll up some hoes never thought I'd be writing up a scroll on these halls now a day niggaz be twistin up for the conversation in my day niggaz was twisted off the meditation (allllll child)in my day niggaz was living off of the plantation never ever catchin some niggaz with a occupation now a dayz niggaz be fiendin for the masturbation from a bitch that got a dick with a clit- pulsatin/I say is what I said that's right niggaz be hatin just waitin to be catching a fist to the face waitin for a nigga to go insane, catch a case cause his drink was laced. now check it out.. (Freestlye #2) I'm trying to finish this album while the economy's fallin drama be callin like it's palmin and dialin a quarter diamond behind is a war in a mind of a foreman climate designed for enormous giant dime proportions...riots outside the recordin wires fires were scorchin...hydrants apply to the stores where buyers are hypin and supportin the violence the morgue is supplying, more over the line stiff brisk overly silent soldiers and pilots, my eyes to the ceilin fan's spinning by its limbs, the news is touchin like violins pluckin by the strings, my enviroment sufferin like me by the pen trying to find the next line to blend comin with nothin I'm trying to rhyme again |
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from Jaimeson - Think On Your Feet (2004)
i dint do this
was only a matter of time give into foolish theres somebody else on your mind Bridge: such a good sensation love we make but you dont feel the same so you hesatate n heart is breaking when i said her name chorus: now im loving you (im loving you) no dont think i cant handle the truth ( handle the truth) i feel you when i find someone new (find someone new) i got this feeling (feeling, feeling, feeling) * repeat * ee hey, ee oh oh ee hey, ee oh oh ee hey, ee oh oh ee hey, ee oh oh entisapating, the moment you walked down the aile just make it easy cos im thinking dusk is a mine Bridge: such a good sensation love we make but you dont feel the same so you hesatate n heart is breaking when i said her name Chorus: now im loving you (im loving you) no dont think i cant handle the truth ( handle the truth) i feel you when i find someone new (find someone new) i got this feeling (feeling, feeling, feeling) * repeat * ee hey, ee oh oh ee hey, ee oh oh ee hey, ee oh oh ee hey, ee oh oh ee hey, ee oh oh ee hey, ee oh oh ee hey, ee oh oh ee hey, ee oh oh Bridge: such a good sensation love we make but you dont feel the same so you hesatate n heart is breaking when i said her name Chorus: now im loving you (im loving you) dont think i cant handle the truth ( handle the truth) i feel you when i find someone new (find someone new) i got this feeling (feeling, feeling, feeling) * repeat x3 * |
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from Slum Village - Fantastic Vol. 2 (2000)
(James Brown sample)
(I don't know) Yo, yo, yo Yo I dont know why the fuck I'm fuckin wit you Yo I dont know why the fuck I'm fuckin wit you See I dont know why the fuck I'm fuckin wit you See I dont know why the fuck I'm fuckin wit you You, you, you [Jay Dee] Could ask my man, T(3) I aint the, (one) To be, played like a nigga that you use to play for money and No time for acting, (funky), with me You best believe that you won't, (do it) [T3] I'm influenced to like uh, (you know) And then I pick up the phone shit, (I dont know) She walks by casual says my loot is usual Battin says it's him (too) [Baatin] To all my ladies in the place I mean your whole crew is like (yeah) You know the S is my crew we rule, (what man you know) We got a whole flock of niggas with glocks (you know) But I dont know why I'm fucking with you Yo I dont know why the fuck I'm fuckin wit you See I dont know why the fuck I'm fuckin wit you See I dont know why the fuck I'm fuckin wit you See I dont know why the fuck I'm fuckin wit you You you [Jay Dee] It's like, you know you scandalous as hell Yeah I can tell, from your nails to the Chanel Say (what)ever you doin you doin it well You jockin my man R.L. (too) [T3] Wait see you Shouldn't do the things you do But you constantly do (your bad self) Also you, love to, (eh, eh) See I'ma get wit you so we can (uh) [Baatin] And if you don't know, your shit is crucial To all my people in the place if you need to know I (Rock with the band) enough to say (watch ya man) Do my shit on the dance floor And if you need to call me (you know) My number is (3 2 1) 1 7 88 Yo, yo, why I'm fuckin wit you Chorus (2x) [Jay Dee] Aight Jeff do what you do |
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from Slum Village - Fantastic Vol. 2 (2002)
(James Brown sample)
(I don't know) Yo, yo, yo Yo I dont know why the fuck I'm fuckin wit you Yo I dont know why the fuck I'm fuckin wit you See I dont know why the fuck I'm fuckin wit you See I dont know why the fuck I'm fuckin wit you You, you, you (Jay Dee) Could ask my man, T(3) I aint the, (one) To be, played like a nigga that you use to play for money and No time for acting, (funky), with me You best believe that you won't, (do it) (T3) I'm influenced to like uh, (you know) And then I pick up the phone shit, (I dont know) She walks by casual says my loot is usual Battin says it's him (too) (Baatin) To all my ladies in the place I mean your whole crew is like (yeah) You know the S is my crew we rule, (what man you know) We got a whole flock of niggas with glocks (you know) But I dont know why I'm fucking with you Yo I dont know why the fuck I'm fuckin wit you See I dont know why the fuck I'm fuckin wit you See I dont know why the fuck I'm fuckin wit you See I dont know why the fuck I'm fuckin wit you You you (Jay Dee) It's like, you know you scandalous as hell Yeah I can tell, from your nails to the Chanel Say (what)ever you doin you doin it well You jockin my man R.L. (too) (T3) Wait see you Shouldn't do the things you do But you constantly do (your bad self) Also you, love to, (eh, eh) See I'ma get wit you so we can (uh) (Baatin) And if you don't know, your shit is crucial To all my people in the place if you need to know I (Rock with the band) enough to say (watch ya man) Do my shit on the dance floor And if you need to call me (you know) My number is (3 2 1) 1 7 88 Yo, yo, why I'm fuckin wit you Chorus (2x) (Jay Dee) Aight Jeff do what you do |
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from Slum Village - Fantastic Vol. 2 (2000)
(Jay Dee and T3)
Ay yo yo yo, and ya don't stop(3x) Go Ladies(5x) Ay yo, y'all just rehearsing, rehearsing, re- a re-a re- rehearsing, (T3) Ay yo, ay yo, ay yo, Get this shit She on our list as a lady to hit She's kinda thick, I'm getting wit quick Yo hit me up nine, seven, six Thugs look to her, just like that I see you in the corner, I like, yeah I like that See, ho, yo, me and you girl, goin on yo Come to my crib lets get in some bizznesss Wit me, what you wanna do, nigga named 3 It's gotta be, like that, like it's gotta be This girl aint tryin to be funky This is how I do it ay yo, yo This is for the ladies ay yo, yo let me get funky Just like soul I get on the mic and drop a flow Just so, so y'all, niggaz might know About this lady, I tell you this one She lookin good she gon get done I swear to God, c'mon, let me tell you sumt'n (T3 laughing in the background) Go Ladies(11x) (Jay Dee) Ay yo, c'mon, c'mon, c'mon, c'mon, Do It Yo c'mon everybody get down wit us, us, us We make the music sound marve-luh-us Conant Gardens nigga, scand-a-luh-us I got something waitin for you vanda-luh-us It's in a stash box, for who wantin my stuff That be scoopin up them ladies like a spach-e-lour-uh Knowing damn-well I aint no bach-e-luh-uh Who gives a, I aint askin ya, uh, As long as she aint fat I can handle her-uh Yo just foolin wit ya, yo this for the ladies, ay yo, yo It feels good clap ya hands to the sound of uh-us C'mon everybody get down wit uh-us C'mon everybody get down, check it out Go Ladies, go ladies, go ladies, go ladies (check it out) Go Ladies, go ladies (check it out) , go ladies, go ladies (Baatin) I could picture you girl, in the back Naked in my crib girl, so what's up? You can see me, you can see me chillin in my black Puma Ladies coming down my nutz-it-cuz, cuz I never sweat it cause I know who they want See we super-duper-duper, to the, Range Ro-va Conant Gardens, Mac, Nic N-n-n-n-,Nic Always making the ladies move and groove is my motive The joint is on the scene and it's as long as a locomotive When I'm on the Mic I never give up, up, up ,up Make moves, make moves, make moves, yo check it out All the ladies in the place if you got big breasts, breasts Come over to my place we can play "chess" Go Ladies(16x) Ooooohweeeeee ohyeah all right Go Head (5x) Ooooohweeeeee wooo, c'mon girl, c'mon girl |
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from Slum Village - Fantastic Vol. 2 (2002)
(Jay Dee and T3)
Ay yo yo yo, and ya don't stop(3x) Go Ladies(5x) Ay yo, y'all just rehearsing, rehearsing, re- a re-a re- rehearsing, (T3) Ay yo, ay yo, ay yo, Get this shit She on our list as a lady to hit She's kinda thick, I'm getting wit quick Yo hit me up nine, seven, six Thugs look to her, just like that I see you in the corner, I like, yeah I like that See, ho, yo, me and you girl, goin on yo Come to my crib lets get in some bizznesss Wit me, what you wanna do, nigga named 3 It's gotta be, like that, like it's gotta be This girl aint tryin to be funky This is how I do it ay yo, yo This is for the ladies ay yo, yo let me get funky Just like soul I get on the mic and drop a flow Just so, so y'all, niggaz might know About this lady, I tell you this one She lookin good she gon get done I swear to God, c'mon, let me tell you sumt'n (T3 laughing in the background) Go Ladies(11x) (Jay Dee) Ay yo, c'mon, c'mon, c'mon, c'mon, Do It Yo c'mon everybody get down wit us, us, us We make the music sound marve-luh-us Conant Gardens nigga, scand-a-luh-us I got something waitin for you vanda-luh-us It's in a stash box, for who wantin my stuff That be scoopin up them ladies like a spach-e-lour-uh Knowing damn-well I aint no bach-e-luh-uh Who gives a, I aint askin ya, uh, As long as she aint fat I can handle her-uh Yo just foolin wit ya, yo this for the ladies, ay yo, yo It feels good clap ya hands to the sound of uh-us C'mon everybody get down wit uh-us C'mon everybody get down, check it out Go Ladies, go ladies, go ladies, go ladies (check it out) Go Ladies, go ladies (check it out) , go ladies, go ladies (Baatin) I could picture you girl, in the back Naked in my crib girl, so what's up? You can see me, you can see me chillin in my black Puma Ladies coming down my nutz-it-cuz, cuz I never sweat it cause I know who they want See we super-duper-duper, to the, Range Ro-va Conant Gardens, Mac, Nic N-n-n-n-,Nic Always making the ladies move and groove is my motive The joint is on the scene and it's as long as a locomotive When I'm on the Mic I never give up, up, up ,up Make moves, make moves, make moves, yo check it out All the ladies in the place if you got big breasts, breasts Come over to my place we can play "chess" Go Ladies(16x) Ooooohweeeeee ohyeah all right Go Head (5x) Ooooohweeeeee wooo, c'mon girl, c'mon girl |
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from Office Space (뛰는 백수 나는 건달) by John Frizzell [ost] (1999)
Chorus(2x)
Hey, hey, hey, h-hey, hey What you say, get this money If they say what you gon do today, just say Hey I wanna get paid Pay day, pay day, pay day(repeat) (T3) We dedicate this to these people out here gettin bank Where the pursuit of the money its reali-tay Never front on a click that you can't evaluate See I got things out here I need to situate I got a fresh ass car on some gloss paint People walking down the street untill they feet stank I got accountants out here handling big thangs As i slip into the crib wit the sashay Have my room wit the shark wit the big tank Don't get mad cause I'm doing things you just cain't, cain't, cain't Chorus (Jay Dee) My man You need to get back like the rebate And bid he need to step up like the home plate My man Now what you know about the Great Lakes? We contemplate on gettin money like a sweepstakes Sippin dark grapes, party in the dark shade You see a nigga cold chillin like a Marl-ey Marl And bid his ride like a Harl-ey Money make a nigga Ric-o Suav-e, hey Radio play the shit like arcades Everyday the holiday so nigga stay paid Celebrate the holidays wit the money Aint about to wait so nigga stay away Chorus (Baatin) Somebody said that radio would never ever play Some of that Detroit, Motor City foreplay Honestly earning my dough, keepin it real ya'll countin my cash, just showin you how the boss ball I never thought that we would make it up this far Grippin my cream color Cadillac, North Star Detroit Motor City finest is who we are This is for my ladies who get out, chill at the bar(repeat) When I was a young boy chillin in my daddys nuts All I could hear was a rhyme and dope cuts Growin up thinkin I was nothin, but a glut Another day, another buck, another slut All I wanna do is get paid Oak town dont stop, stop, stop Chorus(2x) |
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from Slum Village - Fantastic Vol. 2 (2000)
Chorus(2x)
Hey, hey, hey, h-hey, hey What you say, get this money If they say what you gon do today, just say Hey I wanna get paid Pay day, pay day, pay day(repeat) (T3) We dedicate this to these people out here gettin bank Where the oops you loose the money its reali-tay Never front on a click that you can't evaluate See I got things out here I need to situate I got a fresh ass car on some gloss paint People walking down the street untill they feet stank I got accountants out here handling big thangs As i slip into the crib wit the sashay Have my room wit the shark wit the big tank Don't get mad cause I'm doing things you just cain't, cain't, cain't Chorus (Jay Dee) My man You need to get back like the rebate And bid he need to step up like the home plate My man Now what you know about the Great Lakes? We contemplate on gettin money like a sweepstakes Sippin dark grapes, party in the dark shade You see a nigga cold chillin like a Marl-ey Marl And bid his ride like a Harl-ey Money make, a Ric, a Ric-o Suav-e, hey Radio play the S like arcades Everyday the holiday so nigga stay paid Celebrate the holidays wit the money Aint about to wait so nigga stay away Chorus (Baatin) Somebody said that radio would never ever play Some of that Detroit, Motor City for play Honestly earning my dough, keepin it real ya'll countin my cash, just showin you how the boss ball I never thought that we would make it up this far Grippin my cream color Cadillac, North Star Detroit Motor City finest is who we are This is for my ladies who get out, chill at the bar(repeat) When I was a young boy chillin in my daddys nuts All I could hear was a rhyme and dope cuts Growin up thinkin I was nothin, but a glut Another day, another buck, another slut All I wanna do is get paid Oak town dont stop, stop, stop Chorus(2x) |
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from Slum Village - Fantastic Vol. 2 (2002)
Chorus(2x)
Hey, hey, hey, h-hey, hey What you say, get this money If they say what you gon do today, just say Hey I wanna get paid Pay day, pay day, pay day(repeat) (T3) We dedicate this to these people out here gettin bank Where the pursuit of the money its reali-tay Never front on a click that you can't evaluate See I got things out here I need to situate I got a fresh ass car on some gloss paint People walking down the street untill they feet stank I got accountants out here handling big thangs As i slip into the crib wit the sashay Have my room wit the shark wit the big tank Don't get mad cause I'm doing things you just cain't, cain't, cain't Chorus (Jay Dee) My man You need to get back like the rebate And bid he need to step up like the home plate My man Now what you know about the Great Lakes? We contemplate on gettin money like a sweepstakes Sippin dark grapes, party in the dark shade You see a nigga cold chillin like a Marl-ey Marl And bid his ride like a Harl-ey Money make a nigga Ric-o Suav-e, hey Radio play the shit like arcades Everyday the holiday so nigga stay paid Celebrate the holidays wit the money Aint about to wait so nigga stay away Chorus (Baatin) Somebody said that radio would never ever play Some of that Detroit, Motor City foreplay Honestly earning my dough, keepin it real ya'll countin my cash, just showin you how the boss ball I never thought that we would make it up this far Grippin my cream color Cadillac, North Star Detroit Motor City finest is who we are This is for my ladies who get out, chill at the bar(repeat) When I was a young boy chillin in my daddys nuts All I could hear was a rhyme and dope cuts Growin up thinkin I was nothin, but a glut Another day, another buck, another slut All I wanna do is get paid Oak town dont stop, stop, stop Chorus(2x) |
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from Slum Village - Fantastic Vol. 2 (2000)
Rock to the rhythm, forth and back
Forth and back, forth and back back back... Just rock to the rhythm, forth and back Forth and back, forth and back back back... Don't make no sense You ain't gotta grab the microphone to pay your rent It's too many, so-called MC's rappin Put your shit down, you can't make it happen Continue, to do what you do So my crew can bring out the cool in you and you Don't front on the S my man What you do is thank God for the dammmmmn Rock to the rhythm, forth and back Forth and back, forth and back back back... Rock to the rhythm, forth and back Forth and back, forth and back back back... The S.V. clique, yeah we it Turn around and say what? And to rhyme against How dare when you front so {nigga} tell me what time it is It's time to stop the whack rhymin and stop grabbin your {penis} This is for the {niggaz} who get freaky with it Cause it can get hectic, hectic It get to the S.V. clique, rhymin's a fair connect Soldier just move it, keep movin it Rock to the rhythm, forth and back Forth and back, forth and back back back... Rock to the rhythm, forth and back Forth and back, forth and back back back... This is the moment that you all been waitin fo' The S is the {shit} c'mon, y'know This is for the whack {niggaz} who don't know That my crew is definitely the solid rock Don't make a, young {nigga} pull out a glock Cause my glock is my microphone I had to put it down sometimes, what a {nigga} gotta do To convince the masses this is the dopest crew So when you criticize, you better make sure Two thumbs is up, {nigga} what~?! I think you oughta Rock to the rhythm, forth and back Forth and back, see forth and back back back Yeah rock to the rhythm, forth and back Forth and back, forth and back back back... Rock to the rhythm, forth and back Forth and back, forth and back back back... Rawwwwk to the rhythm, forth and back Forth and back, forth and back back back... |
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from Slum Village - Fantastic Vol. 2 (2002)
Rock to the rhythm, forth and back
Forth and back, forth and back back back... Just rock to the rhythm, forth and back Forth and back, forth and back back back... Don't make no sense You ain't gotta grab the microphone to pay your rent It's too many, so-called MC's rappin Put your shit down, you can't make it happen Continue, to do what you do So my crew can bring out the cool in you and you Don't front on the S my man What you do is thank God for the dammmmmn Rock to the rhythm, forth and back Forth and back, forth and back back back... Rock to the rhythm, forth and back Forth and back, forth and back back back... The S.V. clique, yeah we it Turn around and say what? And to rhyme against How dare when you front so {nigga} tell me what time it is It's time to stop the whack rhymin and stop grabbin your {penis} This is for the {niggaz} who get freaky with it Cause it can get hectic, hectic It get to the S.V. clique, rhymin's a fair connect Soldier just move it, keep movin it Rock to the rhythm, forth and back Forth and back, forth and back back back... Rock to the rhythm, forth and back Forth and back, forth and back back back... This is the moment that you all been waitin fo' The S is the {shit} c'mon, y'know This is for the whack {niggaz} who don't know That my crew is definitely the solid rock Don't make a, young {nigga} pull out a glock Cause my glock is my microphone I had to put it down sometimes, what a {nigga} gotta do To convince the masses this is the dopest crew So when you criticize, you better make sure Two thumbs is up, {nigga} what~?! I think you oughta Rock to the rhythm, forth and back Forth and back, see forth and back back back Yeah rock to the rhythm, forth and back Forth and back, forth and back back back... Rock to the rhythm, forth and back Forth and back, forth and back back back... Rawwwwk to the rhythm, forth and back Forth and back, forth and back back back... |
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