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from Jay-Z - Reasonable Doubt (1996)
Aiyyo Jay word up; these motherfuckers
Fuckin talkin that comeback shit like they cookin crack Shit I ain't frontin all I want my pockets green like slum change Yaknahmsayin? Front the roll we roll back like rubbers motherfucker For real; with no trace of AIDS We keep our pockets fully blown, Roc-A-Fella click nigga Aiyyo we pattin down pussy from Sugarhill to the Shark Bar Fuck a bitch D in the marked car We got the bad bitches gaspin for air in Aspen Searchin for aspirin when I ask then, we swing You cling we do our thing and bring Sling your ding-a-ling from Bed-Stuy Brooklyn to Beijing East coast hostess hostile colossal, money flarin like nostrils for drug dealin apostles, huh Al Pacino down to Nino Brown Me Jay and Primo, got it sewed across the board like poquino Teflon, make sure your jammy is full Cause I heard, Sammy the Bull lamps in Miami with pull Tropical leaves where I got a few keys with my man I'll stock a few G's, now it's unstoppable cheese Said we was garbage, so fuck college Street knowledge amazin to scholars when we coin phrases for dollars Star studded bitches with cristals, get fucked with pistols just to see my shit, discharge puss I drop the stellar, even acapella I got to tell all about Roc-A-Fella *Yeah, bring it on if you think you can hang And if not then let me do my thang (x4) Mannerisms of a young Bobby DeNiro, spent spanish wisdoms in a whip with dinero, crime organized like the pharoah I cream, I diamond gleam High post like Hakeem, got a lot of things to drop Brooklyn to Queens, I gotta keep my steam Niggaz wanna try to hem my long jeans Uptown fiend for Jay-Z to appear on the scene In the meanwhile, here's somethin dope for y'all to lean Liason for days on in Money make the world go around so I made songs to spin Can I Live, did dough, with my nigs, dividends flow like the Mississippi riv', lookin jig' Can't do for dolo, had to turn away when Tony killed Manolo That's real, mixed feelings like a mulatto Thug thought he was O.G. Bobby Johnson I played him like Benny Blanco, mano a mano you ain't ready, I find no trigger straight up shoot my guns horizontal, get your weight up, I am two point two pounds you're barely a hundred and twenty-five grams Wouldn't expect y'all to understand this money Do the knowledge, do the few dollars, I'm due to demolish Crews Brooklyn through Hollis to a hood near you, what the fuck... "Bring it on if you think you can hang..." Money is power I'm into cheddick with facial credit Pure platinum fetish for cheddars Spread letters you move you're deadish I make moves that remove pebbles out of shoes You suck pistol like pipe with the cristal John Stockton couldn't assist you Cowboys or Benzes like we foulin in the U.N. So what the fuck you doin? Whatever nigga Fahrvegnugen, rugged yet polished Spankin dollars with the commas bangin bitches out the Bahamas On hides of llama we cry nada, fly frather Fry hotter, you die gotta Fuck with me witness manana Absence of malice in my palace Call cousin now Dallas trigger finger with the callous Tip scales from mail to keep these niggaz off balance Your frequent stops to O.T.B. you feedin me Steam a nigga schemin on the wrist action with the gleams Jewels for Pop Duke fulfill your dreams Never put the pure brown sugar before the dirty green cream *Repeat (x4) "Yeah, bring it on... bring it on..." (x5) |
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from Sauce Money - Middle Finger U (2000)
Never send a boy to do a man's job
You know? I think we got away from what the fuck this is all about We forgot - how to spit Muthafuckas is makin all these crazy-ass fuckin records Stop puttin your dirty laundry out in the street, muthafucka Follow me now Fuck with me [ verse 1 ] Sammy sosa slugger, hip-hop nigga, touch em all Some cute, but suck em all, I say fuck em all Eat a dick too, soloist choose another route G.h. form now, go and break my brother out Henny out the bottle, nigga, eyes low in the truck Nothin but that good smoke, hydro in the dutch Ain't no probably, sauce money, fool, got to be Chicken eggs grits, california, call it oscar e. Everything I spit hot, baby boy, you're kiddin me? Hit flex with it, stretch with it, then mr. cee Marley marl sunday night, can't forget kid capri Hit the turnpike where all my niggas down in philly be Just passin through, son, still many guns to cock 30 miles from the bridge where anyone can cop Chillin at my bitch crib, sip plenty rum and scotch Put it in the air for them niggas biggie, pun and pac [ chorus ] Haters frontin in the club Real gees show us love Bust slugs for my nigga (we gonna rock) Anywhere we do shows Come through, two hoes Killers with new flows, playa (we gonna rock) Even when eyes low from hydro Can't another brother cock-block my flow (we gonna rock) Can't stop our ones Can't block our guns Get your triggers And squeeze for these faculty niggas [ verse 2 ] Haters hate me cause I'm a big nigga with mass appeal They can suck a dick with ghonorrhea and that's for real Ain't no secrets, muthafuckas know I might clap the steel Be ready any given time, I'm like grab the wheel Let the window down slow, kid just bought the farm Two chicks in a yugo, damn, it's a false alarm Not on this joint, sauce usually calm with the grammar But right now I'm like baking soda, armed with a hammer Summertime comin, now they wonder what I drive next Represent for big niggas, 3-4-5-x Wide body jeeps, little dimes puff the herb slow Know the drill, bubblegum, rubbers in the 3rd row Suv tinted out, frontin on the hands-free Real gees happy for me, haters like 'it can't be' Fighter and a lover, worst enemy or your brother Just don't forget to call me dad too cause I'm a motherfucker [ chorus ] [ verse 3 ] I know bitches who love sauce for the dicko, straight gorilla Fatally, more than likely take at least eight to kill a- Ddicted to my flow, doggy style ain't the way I make my scrilla [name], [name], [name], [name], those my niggas Hit the club half-cocked, niggas shoulda knew me better Jim star dillinger, that's under my gucci sweater Through the crowd thugged out, took my stance and I spit Screamed on this one chick like, bitch, dance to my shit Part the club with elbows, bump a nigga, love that Nigga read my eyes and it said 'step the fuck back' This gorilla hill shit, we don't give two fucks On gorilla hill, kid, you tryin to do too much Must've had a sixth sense, how he knew I clutch chrome? Probably this a big bitch, front and left his nuts home Fuck that weak gotti shit, nigga, let your shotie spit Sauce muthafuckin, get your punk-ass body whipped [ chorus ] (3x) Welcome to gorilla hill |
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from Sauce Money - Middle Finger U (2000)
(Intro)
It don't get no betta than this (uh-uh) Uh, uh, uh, uh B-K muthafucka (Verse 1) It's a shame but, alot been change since we came up I used ta run wit them, now I got my guns for them Treat my hollows like trash, strait dumpin' 'em Sauce Money show niggaz no love when I come for them They thought they left a real nigga on his ass black And that my numbers wouldn't rise like Nasdaq And gotta re-half that, just pass that We 'gon clash black for playin' the middle like ya ass crack You can ball ova here, I play pass that Exotic cats love ta talk peace when you blast back No more fair ones, know you shot enuff of them Don't really wanna do it, now you gotta fuck wit 'em I'ma shit everytime that I hear ??? And make ya real ugly like bitter beer face Sendin' fake thugs back ta the essence Since my Rolex was a gift, there's no betta time than the present (Chorus) This one is for my hustlaz (Right!) Ladies don't tustle wit bustaz (Not tonite!) If you a dough gettin' swinga Niggaz act funny wit cha money Whatcha do? (Give 'em the finga!) This one is for my hustlaz (Right!) Ladies don't tustle wit bustaz (Not tonite!) If you a dough gettin' swinga Niggaz act funny wit cha money Whatcha do? (Give 'em the finga!) (Verse 2) I dedicate this ta cats want they cheddar ta rise Fifty grand too much, O.K. Seventy-Five Sauce Money kinda cat you could never despise Hit the streets lookin' like you a betta disquise Get a grip, I'm the preacher, you dance wit the devil Whoever my eyes focus on is not on my level Not even close, ex-girlfriends hatin' ta see it You can give me brain or get out, take it or leave it Relax wit side who, max wit my crew Operation gettin' money, that's what I do Insecure artists pay me not ta spit Show me fake love and then try ta fly if they hit They could feel it in they bones, cuz when I drop my shit All hell'll break loose, that's how hot I get I rock big in the summer, witout missin' the block When I wanna get M, then I listen ta Pac Scarface when I'm laid back, whippin' the 3 If I wanna hear that shit, then I listen ta me Stick in the key, turn the knob and open the door Prevokin' a war, cats saw us smokin' the 4, fo' sure (Chorus) This one is for my hustlaz (Right!) Ladies don't tustle wit bustaz (Not tonite!) If you a dough gettin' swinga Niggaz act funny wit cha money Whatcha do? (Give 'em the finga!) (Give 'em the finga!) (Verse 3) Look, I like ta come through and run up in 'em all night Bring my man too, Mami if it's alright I'ma a big one, but I like ta ball out Sip Henny, smoke dro 'til you fall out Hit 'em wit that Marcy maneuver, makin' 'em droppin' I ain't met one yet make me take her shoppin' But I might cuz I gotta lotta cash ma Platinum Navigator glock when the stash ha Rolex, Cuban Link, now the riddle comin' Do I know about 69, a little sumthin' I like ya point-blank style, you in it ta win it But before I go downtown, gimme a minute You got ta shower up, make sure no dirt in it I got the Pro-Fo, neva eva squirtin' it That's a thong, (damn), baby you just hurtin' shit Bring that thing here baby, show me what you workin' wit (Chorus) This one is for my hustlaz (Right) Ladies don't tustle wit bustaz (Not tonite) If you a dough gettin' swinga Niggaz act funny wit cha money Whatcha do? (Give 'em the finga!) This one is for my hustlaz (Right!) Ladies don't tustle wit bustaz (Not tonite!) If you a dough gettin' swinga Niggaz act funny wit cha money Whatcha do? (Give 'em the finga!) (Outro) This one is for my hustlaz Saucemuthafuckin' for the year 2-O-O-O (Hustlaz) Niggaz betta recognize (Hustlaz) I'm just gettin' started muthafuckaz (Hustlaz) Get yo shit off now (Hustlaz) It don't stop (Hustlaz) B-K nigga Marcy Worldwide You know the drill Cut a check or suck a dick |
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from Sauce Money - Middle Finger U (2000)
Fuck these niggas
I don't give a fuck about nothin And you either This is for you Tommy Tuckers, you know em, neighborhood suckers We all got em, stupid motherfuckers Wanna-be rap brothers--ruggers--, bitin ass niggas who love us Idolize us, eat a dick, can't touch us Slick nigga, far from a snitch nigga Or bitch nigga, quick to click on a sick nigga Where it's at nigga, roam with the chrome nigga Fat nigga, bat against your dome nigga I'm that nigga, one you can't even crush Type of cat shit in your crib and don't even flush Kind of nigga when you see him that you wantin to touch On some Russell Simmons shit, but ain't in no Rush Cause when the shit hit the fan, who the hell can you trust? Duckin the blow? Really? Where the fuck can you go? Who the fuck can you get when I'm ready to spit When you hear my name I make you hate spaghetti and shit Spit and aim with the fifth, if I get caught in a lie Ten shots light you up like the 4th of July I don't need your help, bitch, I got support from the sky Quite fluid, I'm a definite, you might do it Bitches, guns and ones, got a right to it Fuck up against the wall, I send your ass right through it Tattooed like Mike did it, leave you lightheaded Swear to God, y'all niggas better act like Christ said it Hey yo yo who the hell this Sauce nigga think he talkin to, man? Arrogant bastard Chubby motherfucker You think you alla that, man? I can't even stand to hear this shit no more, man Hey you know what motherfuckers? It don't stop there I'ma solidify my rap spot til it's not fair Nothin to do with it, niggas say, "I'm glad it was them" Somethin to do with it, niggas gon' be glad it was them Inspire men, or some R&B shit and fire ten With Mya in it, gettin head from the way the tires spin My whole circle is hot, like when the dryer spin You just a cub nigga, trapped off in a lion's den Lookin for love? Fuck you, you found hate, stupid I run with a 112 kids who raped Cupid Plus got head, see my eyes, bloodshot red Hands where I can cee like Busta said I lead by example, nigga - must I led? Last thing you hear is shots and every cuss I said Real niggas walkin away, paramedics walkin your way Crackin jokes while I'm talkin to Jay Gettin head from four dimes from New York in a day This flow here is stainless, what you thought it was clay? Thought it was gold? Only thing it bought was your soul Split your wig, then confuse you for that fork in the road I don't play with wack rappers, I slay wack rappers Only aim to decay and spray wack rappers If niggas wanna front, and say fuck my shit Don't buy my album, fuck you and suck my dick Better forget it, just to be specific Cause if you the one, then I'm too terrific Better relax, 'fore you get it twisted It's to the death now, if you make the shitlist Forget your lingo, and how you primadonna niggas mingle I'm real money, fold up, you funny money, jingle News flash, here's a hot-ass item to bring you Had a car, Roley, and house before my first single I know how y'all niggas roll, quiet as a tear My album ain't even dropped, and I'm writer of the year I got shit, find me in your record store under 'hot shit' While you register, under 'not shit' I drop hits in the streets and triggers'll blow Show after show, watch him, big as I roll We all know the rules, fool, jewels, bitches and dough Did you hear? I'm the fattest, nicest nigga you know And I kill a muthafucka just to gain a buck Confuse niggas, bust guns, and aim to duck If you happen to sell half weight your game is luck Who write for who? Y'all sound the same, lame as fuck Can't control it, tried to sell it, heard it the way you told it Who bought it? And if you sold it? Extort it For somethin I might have smoked, roll it Never get grimy as me, I fuck a rattle snake if a nigga hold it I got both sides of the fence in minute I got hits with Jay, Clark, Primo, and none of my wheels is rented I got a smash with Puff bout to drop any minute |
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from Sauce Money - Middle Finger U (2000)
(Sauce Money)
MC rhymin.. .. uhh uhh Uhh, uh uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh MC, MC, M-A-R-C-Y Uhh, uh.. MC rhymin, chart climbin With the baguettes, Roley shinin We smokin the best trees, I bet some skins on it I got a SE, twenty inch rims on it I got playaz who wanna kill me but love to speak nigga cause I got a freak every day of the week They just fake friends, they hope the shit ends (fuck you) They see the dough my click spend in the big Benz They think it's sweet, now we rock cubans with diamonds in em but if they sleep (what?) hell is where I'ma send em I know it's beef cause I don't wanna be rhymin wit em They wanna act like BITCHES, time to split em What the deal Ma? Heard I was boss ha? On the real, wanna hear it from the Sauce ha? You like the way I do it? I just gotta spit I got flow doughs hoes and a lot of hits Chorus: Sauce Money (repeat 4X) MC rhymin, chart climbin Together we talk the talk, forever we walk the walk (Sauce Money) In the trial my niggaz'll squeeze for the general MP's holdin my heat, nigga run wild I dial, executioners, go the extra mile Nigga cock that, lose a screw when it pop black Never provoke toast, niggaz get ghost most You couldn't be my family, we never spoke close You spit that "yo" shit, I say "nosotros" Don't fuck with them dudes, think them niggaz homos I'm talkin the bad bitches, you on some funny shit You go for broke? I go for gettin money kid I grab your homebase, now she give new honey head To all you Donnie Brasco's, I'm Sonny Red I split a weak nigga cheek quick, with one of those Fuck a physique wrapped tighter than mummy clothes Off looks alone probably get to touch em all light but because of the flow, now I fuck em all night Chorus (Sauce Money) You like dough baby? Work hard and you can get that But in the meantime, let me hit that Get you down on all fours, like a Kit-Kat I'm tryin to split that, shouldn'ta did that In and out with the quickness now what could make the brother stop? Nothin, well maybe if the rubber pop And even then that might not slow me down I'm bout to go to town, wanna come? Show me now Singular most MC's bringin your toast I run roughshod rip rap stars and roast I don't brag or boast, I only speak in facts And if I say you seven days, how weak/week is that? Fatal to niggaz that's unable to ride wit me You better decide who side or collide wit me The very last rapper tragically he died swiftly You been warned motherfuckers, now come and get me Chorus (Sauce Money) MC.. Together we talk the talk, forever we walk the walk (4X) |
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from Sauce Money - Middle Finger U (2000)
Yo, who the fuck is this?
It's like 3:30 Yo, get the phone, bitch |
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from Sauce Money - Middle Finger U (2000)
Y'all muthafuckas want me to stop?
Oh, I'll stop, muthafucka But you gotta do somethin for me Say Unkle (Say Unkle) Better hurry up (Hurry up) You better hu- Ah-ah, fuck it, it's too late ( VERSE 1 ) I kicks it, oh yeah Click, spit, don't care Never see me no mere Lot of niggas know me Few hoes blow me Nigga stay low-key Sauce Money Faculty, reppin shit for my homies Def, now we ride, cats screamin "I'm it!" That's just too bad, that's the hit I'm with Been a lot of places, seen a lot of niggas Lot of different faces, most of them killers Counted lot of figures, niggas know I'm raw Off day for sure, packin a .44 Gather round the lightning, now you feelin the volts Might not see me, but you see the results Everybody talkin, take a listen, back now Bullshit cats, muthafuckas dissin that now One thing I know, never kind of, sort of Fuck you and that bitch nigga with you, fool, in that order ( CHORUS ) Niggas better play dead, let go Play-Doh I'm about to spray now, fuckin with (aiyo) Sauce Money my nigga, they don't want no drama Muthafuckas, we killers, I put that on my mama Diamond ring shinin, bitches say it's so nice Sauce Muthafuckin, now she's shakin all night Non-stop, we get the place cracklin From North, West, South, East and back again ( VERSE 2 ) Niggas know I rock, spittin for my riches Representin my block, this is for my bitches Seems as though we next, laughin at you haters 900 CX, platinum Navigators Since my hits is so hot, now I'm keepin a toast Niggas ain't about shit, usually speakin the most Tons of sons kick in your door, nigga, so run your funds What's done is done, I don't see no one's and you see my guns That's how I roll, niggas like we know Hit the spot heavily armed, me and Reno Hemmed up with three hoes, sippin on a bottle Cut a check, suck a dick, that's my motto Like it, love it, fuck it, I'm Sauce Money for life Keep my circle real tight cause I know niggas is trife Plottin from long-range to hit me for my figures But till the day I lay this is strictly for my niggas ( CHORUS ) Come on A-ha Let's go A-ha Feel it A-ha Love it A-ha Love it Yeah Shoot yourselves Come on It's alright 1 2 3 Gone |
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from Sauce Money - Middle Finger U (2000)
"Sauce Motherfucker" "Bitch niggas listen"
"I represent that shit, nigga bombs it son" (Repeat 4x) "You niggas heard 'Pre-Game'" By Sauce Motherfucker for you lame motherfuckers" Ain't no stopping, cats just dropping Hear guns cocking, fuck it, still rocking Thug niggas and thug bitches give me my props and Playa-hatin' motherfuckers cock-blocking Cats got it twisted, I'm the next nigga Sauce Motherf-ing, check your text, nigga I fuck tracks raw dog when I sex this A rebel, I'm on some Malcom X shit Let the tec spit, I'm gunning 'em all All these new niggas y'all pump, I'm running 'em all Ain't nobidy fucking with the shit I do If you disagree slightly, I shit on you, what I'm just with it, tell from my riches Keep my cars tinted, all my bitches Love the bigga nigga cause I grind a lot Try to calculate my figures cause I shine a lot Keep my fingers on the trigger til I find a cop You know my style, all my fucking lines be hot I share these niggas, clear these niggas It's my time, how dare these niggas "Bitch niggas listen" |
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from Puff Daddy - Forever (1999)
[Puffy]
I'll never stop I don't give a fuck If it's me against a million billion of Ya'll mother fuckers I will never stop I bust six out the roof of my Bentley Coup Head shots so mother fuckers can't regroup, Can't recoup I'll be damned if you get more points than me Sell more joints than me Steal your faith, take a puff, inhale my name Smoke on it, shit, choke on it Bitch nigga, I'mma make a hit nigga Hot mother fucker down to the skit nigga Game over playa, and nigga ya scored low Hit me later young, and I'm at the award show Bank account ten digits and it's all "O's" I floss the most shit, fuck the most hoes Come on, you can even ask Don Juan It's official now, they all rock Sean John Might have to change my name to strong arm You came to get money man? That shit been long gone, come on [Shyne] Have much to do with nigga since Nicolas Bond Poppin' and choppin' until the day that I'm gone Shyne poor, cuz your dream come from one bottle Prominent premier, premium bravo Watch him explain ain't nothin' But blood thug crime though Shots in the spinal, from my rivals Cross the t's and dot the i's and Pay the judge, drop the top we'll mess around Shit, it's the kid rapper's feelin' You cowards don't know? I'd rather be racketeerin' somewhere Bustin' shots in the atmosphere and Not caring, fuckin' the proscecutor at my hearin' Money laundering, honies wondering Who me? I reply casually Come what God would be if He was a straight G Tonight too tight out of a big ditch we ride [Redman] Yo yo yo, it's your hide Grab the rope and yell rawhide Front line is pussy, call off sides I'm focus but my hand is cross-eyed I left my gun home, here borrow mine Pop the nine like a judge "All rise" This gun'll knock plants off tall guys We value-packs, y'all small fries (Yo, I'm from the projects) Yo, but on the floor tied Don't matter, we'll take up all size Truly yours doc, then PPP hide, my name is Since five, I talk jive In church dressed in cordoroy ties Now I'm grown up and been married four times Besides, I'm just a sight for soar eyes Brick city, known pop the door wide Stolen Bonneville in New York High [G-Dep] Reversin' the plot Last come, first one to rot, first in the glot If I miss, circlin' the block, servin' the pot And I be the person to watch If your girl missin' the rock, purse and a watch Hot as it gets, from Hell came outta you debts Buy the cassette, rewind it to death Alota y'all sweat it, you try to forget How I rock shit from N.Y. to Tibet You got it to bet? That's just how you got into debt You lost when you nodded your neck Through the vest, Through the chest that you tried to protect Take the voice that you try to project, check Darin' you to kid, cat shootin' sperm in you wiz I'm why you smell herb in the crib Man I'm out for doubtful, shit I spit a mouthful Indo out-do, intro to outro [Sauce Money] I'm the hottest thing spittin' so go warn |
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from The Corruptor (2004)
얼마나 더 버려야만 하는지 이미 내겐 잃은것이 많은데
얼마나 더 잊어야만 하는지 아직 내겐 그리움이 많은데 무심한 시간의 흐름에 뒤쳐져 산더미 처럼 쌓인 걱정거리들에게 밀쳐져 정신없이 살아오다 문득 옛 시절을 돌아보니 우뚝 솟은 빌딩들에 가려져 사라져 가는 저 하늘처럼 흘러간 시간에 묻혀 사라져버린 것들이 무척이나 많아 허전함만이 남아 매일 같이 셀수없이 팔굽혀펴길 하시며 팔에 매달려 보라 하시던 아버지의 힘찬모습 또 뽕자락을 흥얼대시며 춤을 추시던 어머니의 모습 그 모습들은 사라지고 60년 이란 세월의 무게를 지고 힘들어하시는 모습만이 보여 눈물이 고여 그리고 나에겐 사라져버린 해맑은 웃음 그대신 늘어만 가는건 긴 한숨 하지만 그 한숨조차 돌릴 여유 마저 잃어버린것이 바로 지금 나의 모습 slow down 태양아 제발 서두르지 마 그리움이란 무지개가 떴잖아 slow down 시간아 제발 보채지 좀 마 나의 추억을 모두다 니가 가졌잖아 얼마나 더 버려야만 하는지 이미 내겐 잃은것이 많은데 얼마나 더 잊어야만 하는지 아직 내겐 그리움이 많은데 하루가 멀다 만나던 친구놈들은 서로 지 밥그릇 챙기느 라 바뻐 만나봐야 한달에 고작 몇번 하지만 그 만남조차 점점 사라져가 허전함은 더해가 이젠 내 맘속 그리운 노래차트 1위가 되어버린 음정을 알수없던 계란장수의 노래소리 그처럼 모든게 그립기만해 지금 내 삶의 바탕 마치 파도를 잃은 바다와 같아 시들어버린 꽃 향기를 맡아 허무함에 취한듯해 물론 평생을 가도 12개 숫자완 절대 헤어지지 않는 시계바늘처럼 그 누구도 그 무엇도 변하지 않는 모습으로 영원히 만날수 없단 걸 알지만 또 10년 20년이 지나 더 많은 걸 잃게 된다는 것도 알지만 괜히 난 두려워 사라져 버린 모든 것이 그리워 slow down 태양아 제발 서두르지 마 그리움이란 무지개가 떴잖아 slow down 시간아 제발 보채지 좀 마 나의 추억을 모두다 니가 가졌잖아 얼마나 더 버려야만 하는지 이미 내겐 잃은것이 많은데 얼마나 더 잊어야만 하는지 아직 내겐 그리움이 많은데 |
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from Dj Kayslay - The Streetsweeper Vol.2 (2004)
(Featuring Sauce Money/Memphis Bleek/The Game)
[Intro: DJ KaySlay] Yeah it's DJ KaySlay the Drama King I'm in the house with my nigga Sauce Money Memphis Bleek, holdin it down from the East coast And from the West, I got my nigga Game All you bitch-ass niggaz, y'all better fall the fuck back Y'all know how this shit is about to go down Yo homie, what's your name? [Sauce Money] My name is Money, that much is true Listen up, this what I'm gon' do I won't wait for you to get a lil' bigger I hit you with the tec-9, lil' nigga Look at him - red as a muh'fucker Hah! Dead as a muh'fucker Unassisted - aiyyo you shoulda Been there Bleek, too late, you missed it Cock back my biscuit Like a fat chick and chocolate, I can't resist it Didn't believe you, so for your big ol' ego I got a big ol' Eagle Gotta give the people Not a fuckin chance to see you inside the sequel Son I stay stuck in rude So when they see me comin they like, "Damn, here come this fuckin dude!" You know'm sayin Memph'? Brooklyn what's up? Got to take this shit back Let's hit 'em with the hook son [Chorus: Memphis Bleek] Sawed-off shotgun, hand on the pump Sippin that Arme', puffin on a blunt All I know is my shit better bump La la la la la-la la lahhhh [Memphis Bleek] What, yo yo. You know Bleek always smokin that "La La La" - you right Groupies they be actin too crazy, tell 'em they too hype They want leave with a G like Eas' Educated the bullshit, got a degree in these streets But - I dare a nigga act all crazy The tec'll tear his back all crazy And you know I stay bent off the Arme' Regardless if solo or I'm deep with my amry I rep - straight from the jacked M-P If I put the tec up I gotta tote the D.E But wait! You know I'm ridin with Sauce And we ridin this song from out the Robb Report Dawg, I'm from the street, from the best I'm taught I'll get your man tied and lost, fuck the cost Got a couple of my killers who stand by And I'm G-Force stat' nigga, never fly stand-by Uhh, jeah, you know Put this shit right back in the street, huh? Brooklyn shit, Sauce Let's bring the hook back, here we go yo [Chorus] [The Game] Dip through N-Y, black Impala, matchin interior Cali plates, I'm that serious Niggaz think the kid a joke 'til that .38-revolver spin like hundred spokes Homie I bring the drama (drama) Sleep on The Game and get left in wooden pajamas Nigga I ain't easy son But I break up rock/Roc like DipSet and M-Easy son I'm a B-L-double-O-D Hardest nigga since S-N-double-O-P And all this beef got blood in my eye Aftermath motherfucker, you could love it or die Keep Dre name out your mouth boy Or get your +Bones Crushed+ like them Dirty South boys I'm a "Menace," fuck Kane and O-Dog Since I was ten I had 'caine and O's, dawg I ain't lyin (I ain't lyin) They gave Eazy AIDS, so why should I give a FUCK about dyin? And the day Jay retire I'ma park next to the throne, in a Maybach on gold wires, yeah [Chorus] [Outro: DJ KaySlay] Yeah you bitch-ass motherfuckers "Hands on the Pump" Fuck around, find yo' ass slump One hitta quitta, yes [gunshots] |
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from Sauce Money - Middle Finger U (2000)
"Sauce Motherfucker" "Bitch niggas listen"
"I represent that shit, nigga bombs it son" (Repeat 4x) "You niggas heard 'Pre-Game'" By Sauce Motherfucker for you lame motherfuckers" Ain't no stopping, cats just dropping Hear guns cocking, fuck it, still rocking Thug niggas and thug bitches give me my props and Playa-hatin' motherfuckers cock-blocking Cats got it twisted, I'm the next nigga Sauce Motherf-ing, check your text, nigga I fuck tracks raw dog when I sex this A rebel, I'm on some Malcom X shit Let the tec spit, I'm gunning 'em all All these new niggas y'all pump, I'm running 'em all Ain't nobidy fucking with the shit I do If you disagree slightly, I shit on you, what I'm just with it, tell from my riches Keep my cars tinted, all my bitches Love the bigga nigga cause I grind a lot Try to calculate my figures cause I shine a lot Keep my fingers on the trigger til I find a cop You know my style, all my fucking lines be hot I share these niggas, clear these niggas It's my time, how dare these niggas "Bitch niggas listen" |
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from Sauce Money - Middle Finger U (2000)
Fuck these niggas
I don't give a fuck about nothin And you either This is for you Tommy Tuckers, you know em, neighborhood suckers We all got em, stupid motherfuckers Wanna-be rap brothers--ruggers--, bitin ass niggas who love us Idolize us, eat a dick, can't touch us Slick nigga, far from a snitch nigga Or bitch nigga, quick to click on a sick nigga Where it's at nigga, roam with the chrome nigga Fat nigga, bat against your dome nigga I'm that nigga, one you can't even crush Type of cat shit in your crib and don't even flush Kind of nigga when you see him that you wantin to touch On some Russell Simmons shit, but ain't in no Rush Cause when the shit hit the fan, who the hell can you trust? Duckin the blow? Really? Where the fuck can you go? Who the fuck can you get when I'm ready to spit When you hear my name I make you hate spaghetti and shit Spit and aim with the fifth, if I get caught in a lie Ten shots light you up like the 4th of July I don't need your help, bitch, I got support from the sky Quite fluid, I'm a definite, you might do it Bitches, guns and ones, got a right to it Fuck up against the wall, I send your ass right through it Tattooed like Mike did it, leave you lightheaded Swear to God, y'all niggas better act like Christ said it Hey yo yo who the hell this Sauce nigga think he talkin to, man? Arrogant bastard Chubby motherfucker You think you alla that, man? I can't even stand to hear this shit no more, man Hey you know what motherfuckers? It don't stop there I'ma solidify my rap spot til it's not fair Nothin to do with it, niggas say, "I'm glad it was them" Somethin to do with it, niggas gon' be glad it was them Inspire men, or some R&B shit and fire ten With Mya in it, gettin head from the way the tires spin My whole circle is hot, like when the dryer spin You just a cub nigga, trapped off in a lion's den Lookin for love? Fuck you, you found hate, stupid I run with a 112 kids who raped Cupid Plus got head, see my eyes, bloodshot red Hands where I can cee like Busta said I lead by example, nigga - must I led? Last thing you hear is shots and every cuss I said Real niggas walkin away, paramedics walkin your way Crackin jokes while I'm talkin to Jay Gettin head from four dimes from New York in a day This flow here is stainless, what you thought it was clay? Thought it was gold? Only thing it bought was your soul Split your wig, then confuse you for that fork in the road I don't play with wack rappers, I slay wack rappers Only aim to decay and spray wack rappers If niggas wanna front, and say fuck my shit Don't buy my album, fuck you and suck my dick Better forget it, just to be specific Cause if you the one, then I'm too terrific Better relax, 'fore you get it twisted It's to the death now, if you make the shitlist Forget your lingo, and how you primadonna niggas mingle I'm real money, fold up, you funny money, jingle News flash, here's a hot-ass item to bring you Had a car, Roley, and house before my first single I know how y'all niggas roll, quiet as a tear My album ain't even dropped, and I'm writer of the year I got shit, find me in your record store under 'hot shit' While you register, under 'not shit' I drop hits in the streets and triggers'll blow Show after show, watch him, big as I roll We all know the rules, fool, jewels, bitches and dough Did you hear? I'm the fattest, nicest nigga you know And I kill a muthafucka just to gain a buck Confuse niggas, bust guns, and aim to duck If you happen to sell half weight your game is luck Who write for who? Y'all sound the same, lame as fuck Can't control it, tried to sell it, heard it the way you told it Who bought it? And if you sold it? Extort it For somethin I might have smoked, roll it Never get grimy as me, I fuck a rattle snake if a nigga hold it I got both sides of the fence in minute I got hits with Jay, Clark, Primo, and none of my wheels is rented I got a smash with Puff bout to drop any minute |
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from Sauce Money - Middle Finger U (2000)
[puff daddy]
Yo puff daddy Get off me Ladies & gentlemen You're about to witness something that you've never witnessed before Sauce money's in the house & he brought his man with him I leave rap in a state of shock Where to rock, from the figures still Play the block with my niggas Ill lush, game 20 pounds, but all my niggas still crush Still stack chips galore Chicks want out the ghetto, try to hit you raw Better know that everything I love - roll back Cop my first gold plaque, soon as my man blew Still spittin' the fly, hits you can't do nigga You ain't gainin', you game in, barely maintainin' I push fly whips without strainin', my cliques smother Get tougher, hits rougher, puff is deep in the streets like chris tucker My wrists cluster, on a mobile P-diddy, rap mogul, thought I told you that we don't stop Thought I told you that when I drop, platinum plaques I cop, push bentley's without the tops, nigga [chorus] (puff daddy) Try to see if you see what I see Give my game & spit my g When it's all done, stack, funds, & I'm the one On top is where I be Tell me, do you see what I see? (when I look in your eyes, I see you hatin' inside, so tell me) Do you see what I see? (I know you're hopin' I'm blind, cause you don't want me to shine) [sauce money] No secret, undefeated, I'm top seeded Whenever I drop hits, you don't want it, you need it This a hot joint from sauce, you feel cheated Unanimous decision, love the way I freak it Brooklyn, shogun, beat the 4-1 Niggas want to bite off my flow son I don't think no one, got that, rock a hot track Like me, nice to the sauce? naw Spit rounds, it's rough did I mention the thorough? Bk forever representin' my borough Push fly whips, quick to stack my chips Too easy for you to understand my hits When the album drops every pocket hold some Sauce motherfuckin' forever, I told son Hypnotic, heard the ? war 'fore I shot it Better cop it, cause all that fly shit, I got it (chorus) [pd] I took rap by the throat & locked it P-diddy fixed all those who tried to stop it Some of y'all tried to blast off, but couldn't rock it If my flow ain't like a door, how could you knock it? [sauce money] (pd) As a matter of fact, yo don't you hate that? (hate that) Whenever cats playa hatin' from way back (way back) Mad at you, just because they whack (they whack) And I bought your style, older than 8-track (8-track) [pd] Only way to react though Make hot joints & stack dough Laughin' at your whack flow Try to catch my g Just so you can rap like me Act like me [sm] Rap like me But it seems as though you dreamin' a lot (pd) I'm the cream of the crop [sm] Soon to be seen in the drop (pd) Blow the spot for the not [sm] Control the block, watch his name bubble like a soda pop (pd) When he drop (chorus 4x) [puffy ad-libs throughout chorus] Sauce money Puff daddy Bad boy forever B.i.g. forever Hitmen Prestige, rock on playboy |
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from Sauce Money - Middle Finger U (2000)
Intro: 2000, and it goes like. (uh huh, yeah yeah)
Chorus: this goes out to my brooklyn crew Lay my game flat, what you wanna do Talk all night, are we gonna screw? I'm talking 'bout me and you Verse one: sauce money I like to push up on chicks like it's the last record Take 'em to the telly get buck passed naked Let 'em feel the power, lick 'em if it don't taste sour Hit 'em in the shower for an hour Give 'em that feeling, sauce money for real and Let her get on top if there's mirrors on the ceiling Hit her so right that she wanna throw rice My device makes her say damn, that nigga's nice! Know I got wifey lay my cards when I pivot Pass your seven digits if you're with it Sauce wanna give you the option for the boot knockin' Nine times outta ten it's on and poppin' Ain't no stopping victory's in the air Bring a friend next time let's do it again Bring your whole crew if you see through me And we can meet on the bqe And it goes like Chorus (2x) Verse two: sauce money, jay-z Sauce money: Had this bitch bragging, Sauce had his tongue between my thighs lally-gaggin; Huh, could you imagine Shaking your tail just like a dragon here comes my worse flame In the morning hot 97 the first thing (deny it) hell yeah y'all don't buy it I don't eat no kind of fish if you can't fry it But who knows maybe one day I'll try it But for now slow down too much lip is killin' your diet Jay-z: Can I get it what - get it wet When he hit it first can I get it next, shit you the best It ain't wack to be with both of us, mami actually I'm eddie kane jr., that nigga me! You want me to feel what he feel when it's tight And I know, he don't be doing it right But it gets no liver than this, never lie on our dicks Shit, we got nigga's rides on our wrists Play your cards right you'll be driving the 6 Shopping all day hoppin' out in the dist. Popping the crist., shit hoppin' outta your wrist Popping your shit, new york's hottest bitch >from the ghetto to the stilletto's But you gotta do it two times like an echo, y'all feelin' that This is how we run it down the line Nigga sauce goes first jigga next to rhyme Chorus (2x) Verse three: jay-z, sauce money Jay-z I see you got a lot to get off your chest Coat, blouse, bra-don't talk me to death Like murder's on your mind mami, off the dress Jigga ran game 'til I lost my breath Sauce money Last thing I need to know is what it costs for sex What you need to know is if I lost respect Don't have to worry if you do sauce correct I'ma bless that, bring my whole crew through, don't even sweat that Jay-z: uh, dime pieces I'm hittin' Sauce money: four in the morning frosted flakes in your kitchen Jay-z: now you want me to start trickin' I suppose Sauce money: that's when the first face off kicks in- We don't love these hoes! Chorus (2x) |
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from Sauce Money - Middle Finger U (2000)
(Sauce Money)
MC rhymin.. .. uhh uhh Uhh, uh uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh MC, MC, M-A-R-C-Y Uhh, uh.. MC rhymin, chart climbin With the baguettes, Roley shinin We smokin the best trees, I bet some skins on it I got a SE, twenty inch rims on it I got playaz who wanna kill me but love to speak nigga cause I got a freak every day of the week They just fake friends, they hope the shit ends (fuck you) They see the dough my click spend in the big Benz They think it's sweet, now we rock cubans with diamonds in em but if they sleep (what?) hell is where I'ma send em I know it's beef cause I don't wanna be rhymin wit em They wanna act like BITCHES, time to split em What the deal Ma? Heard I was boss ha? On the real, wanna hear it from the Sauce ha? You like the way I do it? I just gotta spit I got flow doughs hoes and a lot of hits Chorus: Sauce Money (repeat 4X) MC rhymin, chart climbin Together we talk the talk, forever we walk the walk (Sauce Money) In the trial my niggaz'll squeeze for the general MP's holdin my heat, nigga run wild I dial, executioners, go the extra mile Nigga cock that, lose a screw when it pop black Never provoke toast, niggaz get ghost most You couldn't be my family, we never spoke close You spit that "yo" shit, I say "nosotros" Don't fuck with them dudes, think them niggaz homos I'm talkin the bad bitches, you on some funny shit You go for broke? I go for gettin money kid I grab your homebase, now she give new honey head To all you Donnie Brasco's, I'm Sonny Red I split a weak nigga cheek quick, with one of those Fuck a physique wrapped tighter than mummy clothes Off looks alone probably get to touch em all light but because of the flow, now I fuck em all night Chorus (Sauce Money) You like dough baby? Work hard and you can get that But in the meantime, let me hit that Get you down on all fours, like a Kit-Kat I'm tryin to split that, shouldn'ta did that In and out with the quickness now what could make the brother stop? Nothin, well maybe if the rubber pop And even then that might not slow me down I'm bout to go to town, wanna come? Show me now Singular most MC's bringin your toast I run roughshod rip rap stars and roast I don't brag or boast, I only speak in facts And if I say you seven days, how weak/week is that? Fatal to niggaz that's unable to ride wit me You better decide who side or collide wit me The very last rapper tragically he died swiftly You been warned motherfuckers, now come and get me Chorus (Sauce Money) MC.. Together we talk the talk, forever we walk the walk (4X) |
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from Sauce Money - Middle Finger U (2000)
Yo, who the fuck is this?
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from Sauce Money - Middle Finger U (2000)
(Intro)
It don't get no betta than this (uh-uh) Uh, uh, uh, uh B-K muthafucka (Verse 1) It's a shame but, alot been change since we came up I used ta run wit them, now I got my guns for them Treat my hollows like trash, strait dumpin' 'em Sauce Money show niggaz no love when I come for them They thought they left a real nigga on his ass black And that my numbers wouldn't rise like Nasdaq And gotta re-half that, just pass that We 'gon clash black for playin' the middle like ya ass crack You can ball ova here, I play pass that Exotic cats love ta talk peace when you blast back No more fair ones, know you shot enuff of them Don't really wanna do it, now you gotta fuck wit 'em I'ma shit everytime that I hear ??? And make ya real ugly like bitter beer face Sendin' fake thugs back ta the essence Since my Rolex was a gift, there's no betta time than the present (Chorus) This one is for my hustlaz (Right!) Ladies don't tustle wit bustaz (Not tonite!) If you a dough gettin' swinga Niggaz act funny wit cha money Whatcha do? (Give 'em the finga!) This one is for my hustlaz (Right!) Ladies don't tustle wit bustaz (Not tonite!) If you a dough gettin' swinga Niggaz act funny wit cha money Whatcha do? (Give 'em the finga!) (Verse 2) I dedicate this ta cats want they cheddar ta rise Fifty grand too much, O.K. Seventy-Five Sauce Money kinda cat you could never despise Hit the streets lookin' like you a betta disquise Get a grip, I'm the preacher, you dance wit the devil Whoever my eyes focus on is not on my level Not even close, ex-girlfriends hatin' ta see it You can give me brain or get out, take it or leave it Relax wit side who, max wit my crew Operation gettin' money, that's what I do Insecure artists pay me not ta spit Show me fake love and then try ta fly if they hit They could feel it in they bones, cuz when I drop my shit All hell'll break loose, that's how hot I get I rock big in the summer, witout missin' the block When I wanna get M, then I listen ta Pac Scarface when I'm laid back, whippin' the 3 If I wanna hear that shit, then I listen ta me Stick in the key, turn the knob and open the door Prevokin' a war, cats saw us smokin' the 4, fo' sure (Chorus) This one is for my hustlaz (Right!) Ladies don't tustle wit bustaz (Not tonite!) If you a dough gettin' swinga Niggaz act funny wit cha money Whatcha do? (Give 'em the finga!) (Give 'em the finga!) (Verse 3) Look, I like ta come through and run up in 'em all night Bring my man too, Mami if it's alright I'ma a big one, but I like ta ball out Sip Henny, smoke dro 'til you fall out Hit 'em wit that Marcy maneuver, makin' 'em droppin' I ain't met one yet make me take her shoppin' But I might cuz I gotta lotta cash ma Platinum Navigator glock when the stash ha Rolex, Cuban Link, now the riddle comin' Do I know about 69, a little sumthin' I like ya point-blank style, you in it ta win it But before I go downtown, gimme a minute You got ta shower up, make sure no dirt in it I got the Pro-Fo, neva eva squirtin' it That's a thong, (damn), baby you just hurtin' shit Bring that thing here baby, show me what you workin' wit (Chorus) This one is for my hustlaz (Right) Ladies don't tustle wit bustaz (Not tonite) If you a dough gettin' swinga Niggaz act funny wit cha money Whatcha do? (Give 'em the finga!) This one is for my hustlaz (Right!) Ladies don't tustle wit bustaz (Not tonite!) If you a dough gettin' swinga Niggaz act funny wit cha money Whatcha do? (Give 'em the finga!) (Outro) This one is for my hustlaz Saucemuthafuckin' for the year 2-O-O-O (Hustlaz) Niggaz betta recognize (Hustlaz) I'm just gettin' started muthafuckaz (Hustlaz) Get yo shit off now (Hustlaz) It don't stop (Hustlaz) B-K nigga Marcy Worldwide You know the drill Cut a check or suck a dick |
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from Sauce Money - Middle Finger U (2000)
Y'all muthafuckas want me to stop?
Oh, I'll stop, muthafucka But you gotta do somethin for me Say Unkle (Say Unkle) Better hurry up (Hurry up) You better hu- Ah-ah, fuck it, it's too late ( VERSE 1 ) I kicks it, oh yeah Click, spit, don't care Never see me no mere Lot of niggas know me Few hoes blow me Nigga stay low-key Sauce Money Faculty, reppin shit for my homies Def, now we ride, cats screamin "I'm it!" That's just too bad, that's the hit I'm with Been a lot of places, seen a lot of niggas Lot of different faces, most of them killers Counted lot of figures, niggas know I'm raw Off day for sure, packin a .44 Gather round the lightning, now you feelin the volts Might not see me, but you see the results Everybody talkin, take a listen, back now Bullshit cats, muthafuckas dissin that now One thing I know, never kind of, sort of Fuck you and that bitch nigga with you, fool, in that order ( CHORUS ) Niggas better play dead, let go Play-Doh I'm about to spray now, fuckin with (aiyo) Sauce Money my nigga, they don't want no drama Muthafuckas, we killers, I put that on my mama Diamond ring shinin, bitches say it's so nice Sauce Muthafuckin, now she's shakin all night Non-stop, we get the place cracklin From North, West, South, East and back again ( VERSE 2 ) Niggas know I rock, spittin for my riches Representin my block, this is for my bitches Seems as though we next, laughin at you haters 900 CX, platinum Navigators Since my hits is so hot, now I'm keepin a toast Niggas ain't about shit, usually speakin the most Tons of sons kick in your door, nigga, so run your funds What's done is done, I don't see no one's and you see my guns That's how I roll, niggas like we know Hit the spot heavily armed, me and Reno Hemmed up with three hoes, sippin on a bottle Cut a check, suck a dick, that's my motto Like it, love it, fuck it, I'm Sauce Money for life Keep my circle real tight cause I know niggas is trife Plottin from long-range to hit me for my figures But till the day I lay this is strictly for my niggas ( CHORUS ) Come on A-ha Let's go A-ha Feel it A-ha Love it A-ha Love it Yeah Shoot yourselves Come on It's alright 1 2 3 Gone |
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from Sauce Money - Middle Finger U (2000)
[sauce money]
I lay my gun fine, ideas be as bright as the sunshine Shook the rap game with just one line When me and my niggaz combine, all day, you know what? Sometimes, I run with mad niggaz who done time Hit you with eight, from one nine, now you showin the vein My shells is like information, go in your brain Holdin my slug, before you squeeze em show em the love Burn your fingertips so throw em a glove, understand me Before my album drop, cop the grammy, uncanny Bought my first role' from manny Dirty burners my crew never hand me, nigga we family You not, get shot, get caught slippin like dexter manley With at least ten lead, spray right, paint your skin red Damn we, all the shit you can't be We big time, you small time, real small like how an ant be Marcy, bust a shot for metcalf, tilo and danny Peace to the bureils, cut wop and stanley Boom moet and bow, my whole set is wild Past threats, frontin flash singles and that's bent Fuck a bitch, you know the drill Cut a chick or a suck a dick [jay-z] Jigga, what the fuck? As a youth explosively, clappin off the roof Shootin guard like kobe, raised up slay smears and bo'e Back then, gil was my codiene, spanish jose Showed me how to get the money niggaz owed me Fast forward, no kids, six cars and three role's Two cribs, trips to cuba, sippin on uba Got rap in a stupor, first to clap your group up From the range with the ski rack, or six with the ruger Shit, I light the motherfuckin soundproof booth up New shit, y'all say the same shit like you're looped up Your rap's all lazy, jigga the black scorcese What your album lack is more jay-z Code name: jay-hovah, all praise me Y'all don't paint pictures, y'all all trace me You've yet to see the day when my squad be done I represent that shit nigga, marcy son, what? |
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| from Dj Kayslay - The Streetsweeper Vol. 1 (Explicit Ver.) (2003) | |||||
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| from Dj Kayslay - The Streetsweeper Vol. 2 - The Pain From The Game (2004) | |||||
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| from Dj Kayslay - The Streetsweeper Vol. 2 - The Pain From The Game / Clean Version (2004) | |||||
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| from Jay-Z - Original Album Classics (2011) | |||||
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| from Marley Marl, Pete Rock - Future Flavas Mixtape (1999) | |||||
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